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Chapter 57: The Prisoner of Tong Palace

Behind the Hanguang Hall of the Great Zhou Palace, a green bamboo car slowly drove over. The curtain in front of the hall was lightly raised. Mo Yu appeared on the stone steps. The starlight fell on her beautiful face, illuminating her slender eyebrows, bright eyes, and the moving plum makeup between her eyebrows and eyes.

She looked at the two snow-white reindeer in front of the chariot, raised her eyebrows slightly, and seemed a little surprised, and asked, "Where is the black jade?"

The black sheep had disappeared in the dark night before and disappeared.

Grandma Ning held her hand and walked down the stone steps, whispering: "I don't know where that little ancestor has gone."

Mo Yu knew that the black sheep was a little introverted and never listened to others in the palace. She shook her head and said, "That's just a child."

Grandma Ning glanced at the night behind Hanguang Hall, thinking in her heart that he, who is standing by the pond now, is actually a child.

Mo Yu knew what she was thinking and said slightly mockingly: "Every child's family speaks harsh words of anger, one after another, and they are pretty, but they don't know that this falls into the eyes of others. It's just a bluff, which makes it ridiculous."

Grandma Ning said, "I think the old slave thinks it's so cute."

A few months ago, the matter of Chen Changsheng entering the National Education College was handled by Grandma Ning. When she replied afterwards, Mo Yu knew that she was very fond of Chen Changsheng. At this time, she did not think it was offensive when she saw her insisting on saying good things for Chen Changsheng, because the matter was over.

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By then, no matter how many harsh words he had said, they would only turn into jokes. All his anger could only burn him to the point of making him feel even more painful.

The green bamboo car drove towards the direction of Weiyang Palace.

The Heavenly Daoyuan teaching was forced to commit suicide by Zhou Tong's notoriousness. The Qingteng Banquet ultimately needs someone to host. What's more, there are many important figures in the southern mission to be received tonight. The Bishop of the Cultivate and Xu Shiji are responsible for watching the ceremony. His Highness Chenliu, representing the Holy Empress, came to the hall, and Mo Yu also wanted to show his solemnity.

Grandma Ning held the window frame of the Qingzhu car, held the window with her left hand, and still looked towards the direction of the abandoned garden from time to time, with a look of pity on her face.

"Mother-in-law, don't worry, that little guy won't have any trouble."

Mo Yu's voice came from the Qingzhu car: "No one can break the ban in Heilongtan. Unless someone opens the garden door outside, no one can leave. He just stayed in the garden and was blown by some cold wind. What is it compared to the things he caused?"

Grandma Ning thought about the rumor and said worriedly: "What if he encounters a taboo?"

Mo Yu said: "Since it's a taboo, how can it be so easy to encounter?"

She said casually and seemed cold, but Grandma Ning heard the fatigue. Thinking about the fact that she was on the stone steps in front of the hall, looking at the girl's eyebrows under the starlight, she couldn't hide her haggardness. She was a little confused about the girl's carelessness to use secret techniques to trap Chen Changsheng without hesitation.

"Miss You have promised Miss Yourong that won't attack that boy."

"Have I done it tonight? I just moved my mouth."

Mo Yu thought of the letter from the south a few months ago and said annoyedly: "That girl doesn't want to marry him, so she doesn't allow anyone to do anything, don't hurt him or harm him. Give these rules, otherwise why would it be so troublesome and I have to spend so much effort?"

With her terrifying realm and her terrifying power and status in the Great Zhou Dynasty, there are tens of thousands of ways to deal with a young man like Chen Changsheng, which can make him feel in pain and have no desire to live, but he has to be so troublesome because of the letter.

The more she thought about it, the less happy she felt, and said, "I pointed to the marriage and insisted on me to work hard. She hid in the south and was a good person, but she asked me to be this evil person. You didn't hear the boy scolding me before. If it weren't for her, I would have killed him directly!"

Grandma Ning smiled and said, "Miss and Miss Yourong are like sisters, so it should be more thoughtful."

Mo Yu sneered, "It is said that black jade is the little ancestor. In fact, that Phoenix is ​​the real little ancestor. People in the whole continent think she is pure and pure, smart, and icy, and carved. But they don't know that she is a stingy person. No one can afford to offend her. If she really wants to make her unhappy, she can do anything. I am not here to help her with some sisterhood, but I am just worried that she will not be able to marry Qiushanjun. What should I do?"

Grandma Ning comforted: "Fortunately, as long as tonight passes, you don't have to worry about anything."

The curtain of the car was slightly raised, and Mo Yu looked at the abandoned garden behind the Hanguang Palace, and the cold pond that was blocked by the old walls of autumn forest. Thinking of what Chen Changsheng said, he thought, could it really pass tonight smoothly? Why must he be locked up here? What is the saint thinking?

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After those few sarcastic words, Mo Yu's voice never sounded again. Chen Changsheng stood quietly in the abandoned garden alone, with a cold pool in front of and a plum tree on his side. His figure was no longer as lonely as before, as if his body was filled with strength again.

After confirming that Mo Yu had left, he began to walk forward, walked past the lonely plum trees, and came to the edge of the pond, and at the same time, the chill that came was coming.

The abandoned garden is obviously much colder than other places in the palace. The reason is that the cold pond in front of him is that he carefully observed the water surface of the cold pond and let the coldness spread layer by layer on his face, until a layer of frost gradually emerges on his eyebrows and eyes.

It was not self-abuse, but wanted to use the help of the environment to calm himself down. He was unwilling to waste time on negative emotions such as anger. The words he said to Mo Yu before were really like childish, useless ruthless words, which seemed to be completely contrary to calmness, but he still said them.

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Of course, he didn't want his words to turn into jokes. He had to leave the waste garden and rush to the Weiyang Palace. Before leaving the National Education Academy, he had already made corresponding arrangements, but since those big figures could deceive Luo Luo from the Weiyang Palace, he could not put all his hopes in her hands.

How can I leave this abandoned garden? In fact, he has no idea at all now, but he said that to Mo Yu before, just as he told Tang Sanshiliu and Luoluo that he wanted to participate in the Grand Court Examination and to top the list.

It is obvious that there is no reason, but he can say that it is calm and natural, and it is natural. The confidence that has no reason is shocking to those close to him, but to outsiders, it is naturally delusional and ridiculous.

Only he himself understands that this kind of confidence comes from the necessity. At the beginning of next year, he must participate in the Grand Court Examination and get the first place, so he will definitely get it, otherwise he will die. Tonight, he must leave the wasteland and appear in the Weiyang Palace, so he will definitely do it.

It must be done, so it must be done. Before that, he must believe that he can do it, so that he can understand it with such a heart.

Still the same thing: Three thousand great ways, he only practices the will.

Everything he did after leaving Xining and coming to Kyoto was closely related to these three words.

Because only by the way you want can you go against destiny.

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Looking around the abandoned garden, the old walls and autumn trees, the remaining lotus on the pond were already deserted, and the old petals under the plum trees were piled up, but they were not blown away by the wind.

I have never known the scenery, but I seem to have seen it somewhere.

He has not traveled thousands of miles and has seen many scenery there.

But he has read thousands of books, traveled thousands of miles in the books, and seen many scenery.

He deeply remembered the scenery around the abandoned garden in his heart. He sat cross-legged by the pond, closed his eyes, calmed down, and began to recall the books he had read in the past.

There are Taoist sects, travel notes, prose by Wenzong of the previous generations, and novels with ghosts and gods.

It was a book he read in the old temple in Xining Town, and it was also a book he read in the library of the National Education College.

He sat by the pond, his eyes closed, but countless books were rolling in front of him.

The cold wind seemed to be literate, constantly flipping through the books, and then stayed on the page he wanted to see.

Those pages have pictures and annotated texts.

"Nan Ke"

"Theory of the Origin of the Palace"

"Array of Nest"

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Chen Changsheng opened his eyes, stood up, and looked around the abandoned garden again.

The abandoned garden is still the same as before, and the cold pond is still the same as before, but at this time, it is completely different in his eyes.

The more than ten plum trees scattered by the pond seem to have nothing to do with any deep meaning, but the scenery is the same all seasons, and every time it remains unchanged, only wood remains.

The edge of the cold pond is full of rocks and there is no break in the middle. The old wall of the abandoned garden on the outside is broken on the south side of the pond. There seems to be a way out to enter the night, but he knows that it is not a way out, but he just has not finished writing it.

The more than ten plum trees stood vaguely in a row here.

This is the same word.

There is a story in Nanke's Records, where there is a picture in the nest of the array, and the origin of the various palaces tells a palace burned by the previous dynasty.

That palace is called Tong Palace.

Tong Palace where a generation of emperors was imprisoned and killed.

It is also a formation created by a certain generation of popes who have accumulated their lifelong cultivation.

Chen Changsheng recognized this abandoned garden and what could this cold pond do?

Unless you reach the legendary realm of saints, you can forcibly break through this Tong Palace.

Of course, any palace has a door, and any formation must have a glimmer of vitality.

But from ancient times to the present, no one has ever dared to leave the Shengmen of Tong Palace.

Because the Tong Palace, which was burned to ashes many years ago, was guarding the god of death outside the gate. If you stay in the palace and survive, you will definitely die if you go out.

Because good and bad luck are connected, the so-called glimmer of hope is often a death.

Chen Changsheng knew where the Tong Palace’s Shengmen was.

Wind and water rises.

Where the night wind is not over, the water is not over, and where the water is not over.

He looked at the cold pond in front of him and remained silent.

The graceful and solemn ritual music came from the distance outside the abandoned garden, from the Weiyang Palace.

The southern mission was already seated, and the guests from both sides had arrived.

He didn't think much and walked straight into the cold pond.
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