For countless years, she has seen many heroes, full of energy, gentleness, compassionateness, and compassionateness. She has seen countless genius, only the only ones, and the same as her wife and children. Among these people, only that man made her feel afraid. Even if she has caught up with the other person's realm, and even if she often expresses a sarcastic and disdainful look when she mentions that man, she must admit that until today, the name of that person can still make her feel a little bit of awesome.

Or is it because when she faced that man, she was just a naive, lively, cute and ignorant little girl, while he was the strongest person in the world who was still alive but was destined to become the father of the emperor in history?

"Your Majesty Taizong, you have been dead for so many years, are you still unwilling to rest in peace?"

She looked up at the starry sky, looking at the brightest star many years ago where she once existed, and frowned after a long period of silence.

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This night in early autumn is really long and it is easy to remind people of old friends.

When the Queen of Tianhai remembered Emperor Taizong, Zhou Tong was also thinking about the former dean of the National Education College, Shang Xingzhou.

Zhou Tong is a pure evil man, he enjoys the pain of his enemies and even friends. Although he has no real friends except Xue Xingchuan. This does not mean that he is crazy and has a problem with his brain. On the contrary, he is more sober and rational than most people in the world, and this is the real evil.

If he wants to continue such a beautiful life, he needs to maintain his own status and ensure that the throne of the Holy Empress is unshakable.

Now it seems that the person who is most likely to shake the throne of the Empress is of course Chen Changsheng.

Or he will die in a short while, but Zhou Tong will not take risks and just wait in silence.

This is a question issued by countless major forces such as Shang Xingzhou and the Royal Family. He felt that he had found a way to answer this question, but first he had to find this question.

While thinking about how to solve the problem, he admired Shang Xingzhou more and more deeply, and finally felt awe.

This world is the world of the strong. One person can control the wind and rain, and one saint can shake the world from all directions.

Shang Xingzhou is a well-deserved strong man and a master of orthodox national religion. Although his reputation is not obvious and he is not among the storms, anyone knows that he must have entered the sacred realm and his realm is unfathomable. But what he really awesome to Zhou Tong was his foresight.

He raised Chen Changsheng in the old temple in Xining Town for fifteen years, and taught nothing, so he sent him directly to Kyoto and wrote a letter to the Pope.

He is still alive. This should have been the kindness of the pope to him back then, but now it has become his weapon. As for the orthodox fellow disciples of the state religion, it is naturally also a weapon. As a representative of the old sect of the state religion, Meilisha was determined to help the royal family regain the throne. He might have known Chen Changsheng's identity very early, so he was so anxious. He even helped Chen Changsheng grow like a seedling to help him grow. In just two years, he became the heir of the state religion. In this way, when the Queen of the Holy Emperor wanted to kill Chen Changsheng, the National Church would have to protect Chen Changsheng. The unstable alliance would naturally collapse. The Queen of the Holy Emperor lost his greatest supporter, and the Chen royal family would naturally be restored!

Just such an inconspicuous little thing as sending Chen Changsheng to Kyoto broke the peace of the Great Zhou Dynasty for nearly twenty years!

It is said that saints regard the world as chessboard and have no regrets when making a move. Shang Xingzhou dares to use saints as chess pieces and use the inheritance of the state religion as a means. As for feelings, experiences, and human hearts, he can pick them up easily and can be discarded. He is such an amazing conspirator!

Of course, Zhou Tong thought of these himself, because he was also a conspirator.

The more he admires Shang Xingzhou, the more he regrets that he did not kill Chen Changsheng directly earlier.

"What I want is not the process, it is the result."

He stood on the stone steps, looked at his subordinates kneeling in the yard, and smiled and said, "No matter how you analyze and judge, I don't care. I want to watch him die."

He is not a pervert, so whether he is executing or torturing the minister, he will not deliberately play the role of quiet and elegant, or smile slightly ashamed on the corner of his lips. When he laughs, he usually feels that the development of things is speechless, so speechless that he can only smile bitterly, just like this moment.

"That's a living person, and a celebrity. The most important thing is that he is still a patient... As a result, you can't find where he is?"

Zhou Tong looked at the subordinates in the yard and did not finish everything.

Only he knew that Chen Changsheng was a dying person.

Whether it is celebrities, patients or people who are about to die, they are all easy to find.

The Qing Lisi Department had thousands of secret spies and more eyeliners, but it was impossible to find this person in the middle of the night.

This made Zhou Tong really want to laugh.

Looking at the smile on the adult's face, none of the Qingguansi officials in the yard felt relaxed, and no one tried to laugh with him without any eyes. The officials' faces were very pale, and the black hats could not cover the stars falling from the sky, making them look particularly bleak.

Zhou Tong looked at the official kneeling in front, smiled and said calmly: "The court gave you the highest salary, and my expectations for you will naturally be the highest."

This official was a full-time intelligence officer in the Qing Lishu Department. He was usually in and out of various departments and government offices and the National Church halls, and was deeply respected. However, at this time, his body could not help but tremble violently when his name was mentioned by his immediate superior.

With high expectations, naturally disappointment is great. He knows what he must do, otherwise Lord Zhou Tong will definitely use other methods to remember the setbacks tonight.

I heard a crisp sound, which was the sound of finger breaking!

He broke the tail finger of his left hand, his face turned paler, and his pain appeared, and his voice trembled.

"I am incompetent, please give me another half an hour, and I will definitely find that person!"

Zhou Tong looked at the official without any change in his expression. Cheng Jun frowned next to him. In his opinion, it was really impossible to say that he had just broken a tail finger. If it were his direct subordinate of Tiqi, he would definitely ask the other party to cut off one of his arms.

In Cheng Jun's opinion, this broken finger seemed to Lord Zhou Tong too kind, but in the eyes of the Qingguan Office officials in the yard, this was already a very clear and terrifying warning. The officials scattered out of the courtyard and took their respective subordinates to search in the night of Kyoto again. The movements and atmosphere became more rapid and tense than before.

"It took the middle of the night to find no clues, which shows that the other party has the ability to cover up his traces... After all, that is the future pope."

Cheng Jun followed Zhou Tong back indoors, poured him a cup of tea respectfully, and said in a low voice: "In my opinion, instead of looking for it aimlessly, it is better to figure out where he will go after leaving the National Education College, and then we will go there in advance to set up a bureau."

The small courtyard of Beibingmasi Hutong contains countless precious tea leaves, but Zhou Tong only drinks one of them, that is Dahongpao, produced in Tiannan.

At this time, the pot was brewed in Dahongpao. Time was a little short of time, so the tea soup poured into the cup became lighter.

Zhou Tong looked at the slightly rippling tea color in the teacup and said, "If I could guess where he was going, Li Gong would not be in a hurry now."

Cheng Jun showed a sinister smile on his face and said, "Then let's force him to show up."

Zhou Tong's gaze was still in the teacup, as if he could see the tea soup in the cup after watching it for a long time.

Listening to Cheng Jun's words, his expression remained unchanged. He asked lightly, "Why do you force me?"

As the most arrogant member of the orthodox Eight Tigers, Cheng Jun's method is always so simple and crude.

"Even if he wants to stay away from this storm in Kyoto, he always has people who care about it." Cheng Jun gritted his teeth and said, "Let's catch a few students from the National Education College, a few vendors in Baihua Lane, and chop their hands and feet and throw them on Zhuque Street. I don't believe he won't be able to receive the news."

Zhou Tong suddenly laughed, as if it was because the tea soup in the cup was really thicker.

The rich and fragrant Dahongpao looks like blood.

Bloody and rough does not mean that it is ineffective. Zhou Tong looked outside the door and saw that his subordinates would intend to sneak into the night. I believe that it won't take long. This idea that sounds a bit crazy will spread throughout Kyoto and into Chen Changsheng's ears.

"Have you ever thought that this means the formal war with Ligong? When Chen Changsheng came to me to ask for people, the cavalry of the National Cult surrounded me."

Zhou Tong asked with a smile at Cheng Jun, with a deep meaning in his smile.

Cheng Jun knew that the other party wanted to know his firmness.

He thought it very clearly that he was like Zhou Tong. If the Holy Queen lost power, she would definitely be dead.

That's why he came to the Beibingmasi Hutong tonight. Regardless of his daily vigilance, he handed over all the cavalry to the command of the Qinglisi.

He looked at Zhou Tong, maintaining a humble attitude, but with a heroic feeling, and said shrillly: "You are alive and dead, and you can't give in!"

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No one would have thought that Chen Changsheng had returned to the National Education College at this time. To be more precise, he returned to the alley outside the National Education College.

He didn't know the bloody plan that the Qing Lisi just planned.

He came to Baihua Lane not to prevent Zhou Tong from going crazy and attacking students of the National Education College and vendors around him, but to do something else.

He stood in the shadow of Baihua Lane, watching the figures that appeared and disappeared from time to time in the court and the palace's last sight fell on the carriage at the intersection of the street.

Last fall, in order to suppress the National Education College, the Tianhai family and the new national education faction sent many masters to challenge the proposal of the various academies to perform martial arts. It was a very interesting story. At that time, he noticed the carriage at the intersection of the street.

Every time there is a battle, the carriage will definitely appear.

This carriage did not deliberately conceal its identity, and everyone knew that it came from the Qing Lisi.

It is not enough to just know. Cheshui has specifically checked the carriage, and the information he found is now in his mind.

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The Beibingmasi Hutong is not narrow, but is actually a straight street that can accommodate two carriages in parallel. The Qinglisi Yamen is also very large. In addition to the gloomy prison, there are countless buildings. The famous courtyard with crabapple flowers blooming is at the deepest point. It takes a long time to get here from outside the Yamen, and it has been inspected countless times.

The carriage that came back from the National Education College drove directly into the yamen and continued to move forward through inspections along the stone-covered road. The fierce and terrifying three-headed black dogs did not show any abnormality and finally came outside the courtyard.

The night is dark, but many people in Kyoto cannot fall asleep, as are the people in the yard.

Zhou Tong and Cheng Jun were sitting and drinking tea, and I wonder if they could taste the true taste of the tea at this time.

As the announcements from outside the hospital came, Cheng Jun was a little excited.

What this carriage brought back was the latest situation of the National Education College, and he was very concerned about this.

The gate of the courtyard was pushed open, footsteps sounded, and then stopped. The official must have stopped and was standing on the ground of the courtyard.

Cheng Jun looked back and looked into the courtyard, and found that the official lowered his head slightly and had no intention of taking the initiative to report. He couldn't help but frown slightly.

As an important official of the court, he had a very bad reputation, but his abilities were actually good, and he was extremely strict in command. If the Tiqi soldiers reported to him for official duties, they were so lazy. He would have thrown the teacup in his hand long ago and would not allow the other party to avoid it...

But this is Beibingsi Hutong, not his territory. He seems rough and cruel, but in fact he is very smart. He will never discipline his subordinates in front of Lord Zhou Tong. Just like before, he felt that the punishment for the Qing official's finger was too easy and he didn't say a word. He was also calm at this time.

But the next moment he could no longer remain calm.

Because the official in the courtyard raised his head.

It was a very young face.

Cheng Jun stood up in shock.

Zhou Tong turned around and looked into the courtyard, his pupils shrank slightly, and the chill suddenly arose.

Chen Changsheng.

The person who came was Chen Changsheng.

The whole of Kyoto was looking for him, but after searching for him for a night, no one knew his whereabouts.

The assassins and killers of the Qinglisi Department were looking for him everywhere, but he appeared in the Qinglisi Department!

What does he want to do?

Zhou Tong quietly looked at the young man in the courtyard, without saying a word, and slowly put down the teacup in his hand.

The Dahongpao in the teacup has been soaked for a long time, and the soup is as thick as blood.

Chen Changsheng looked at him quietly, lifted his right hand up, and held the hilt of the sword in the autumn wind beside his waist.

During this long autumn night, Zhou Tong was looking for him and wanted to kill him.

Little did he know that he was also looking for Zhou Tong and wanted to kill Zhou Tong.
Chapter completed!