Someone looked at the pawnbroker who was spitting saliva and angrily yelled, "Which eye of yours saw that?"
The pawnbroker looked at him with disdain and said, "My brother-in-law's nephew is studying in the Orthodox Academy. South Stream Temple has so many disciples living there, how could they not see it? Not only him, many people clearly saw that the Holy Maiden and Chen Chang Sheng were standing by the window upstairs and chatting. "
The street became quiet.
On a starry night, a young man and woman standing by the window, leaving behind their silhouettes, was a very beautiful scene.
Yet, no one was willing to cheer for this scene.
After an unknown period of time, the crowd finally came back to their senses. They were shocked and confused. Since last year, it had been rumored that Chen Chang Sheng had forcefully annulled the engagement with the Xu family. Although after the battle on the Bridge of Helplessness, Chen Chang Sheng seemed to have changed his mind, but … did the Holy Maiden really forgive him so easily? She was just going to live in the Orthodox Academy, was she really going to marry him? What face would the Xu Estate have? Wouldn't the Divine General of the East Xu Shi Ji, famed for his cold and stern eyes, become a joke?
In the early morning, Tang Thirty-Six, Xuanyuan Po and Su Mo Yu, accompanied by the disciples of South Stream Temple, entered the small building to retrieve their luggage, preparing to move to the east side of the Orthodox Academy. Zhexiu would not do such a thing, his rather shabby luggage was carried by Xuanyuan Po.
They stood in front of the closed door, carrying their luggage, looking rather pitiful.
"You have to leave him some face, after all, this is the Orthodox Academy and he is the principal." Tang Thirty-Six shouted at the closed door, "Even if you are doing this for his safety, this is still too much. Is there a need to surround this place with the sword array of South Stream Temple and even want to drive us away? This is the capital, not Mount Han, even the Demon Lord would not dare to come here. "
This room was Chen Chang Sheng's residence, but he was talking to Xu You Rong.
After a night, the disciples of South Stream Temple and the teachers and students of the Orthodox Academy all knew that she had not left the room.
The door was still closed, not pushed open, and no sound came out.
Xu You Rong sat at the desk by the window and looked at Chen Chang Sheng who was sleeping soundly on the bed. From time to time, she would stretch out her fingertips and gently rub away his wrinkled eyebrows from pain.
The Tong Bow was gripped in her left hand, emitting a faint Qi that formed a barrier that ensured that the sounds of the outside world would not disturb Chen Changsheng's rest.
But she could hear Tang Thirty Six's words.
She knew that her sudden return to the capital with the disciples of South Stream Temple was certain to incite much discussion and shock, but she did not care.
She had the disciples of South Stream Temple surround this small building and even wanted to drive Tang Thirty-Six and the others away. This seemed rather unreasonable, but this was because in Chen Changsheng's current situation, if he wanted true safety, it was best if he did not see anyone. She had separated him from Tang Thirty-Six and the others, which was a good thing for both sides.
Seeing that the door was still closed, Tang Thirty-Six was a little annoyed. He turned around and walked downstairs.
Walking out of the small building and onto the lawn, they walked past the sword wills that had yet to be released. Suddenly, they saw a middle-aged man standing under a tree by the lake.
This middle-aged man's eyebrows were as thick as ink, his expression indifferent, and he exuded a somber aura. As his clothes swayed in the morning breeze, he faintly smelled of blood.
Ye Xiaolian and the ten-some disciples of South Stream Temple stood in front of this middle-aged man, their expressions rather nervous, but they could not do anything to him.
Because he was the temple master's father, the Divine General of the East, Xu Shiji.
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"You've returned to the capital? Why didn't you return to the estate and instead live here? You've truly lost all face for my Xu clan! "
Xu Shiji saw the unconcealable haggardness on his daughter's elegant face, but he did not feel any pity for her. On the contrary, he felt rather uncomfortable. Before leaving the estate, he had originally planned to speak as gently as possible, but his voice could not help but become cold, brimming with chilliness, like he was reprimanding her.
The lawn by the lake was very quiet, the curtains blocking out the distant gazes, but the disciples of South Stream Temple had all heard these words and were displeased.
Even if you are the Holy Maiden's father, how can you use this tone to speak?
A few young female disciples, like Ye Xiaolian, regarded Xu Yourong as holy and inviolable like a god. With their minds slightly agitated, their sword intents and hostility gradually grew.
Xu Shiji felt this hostility and sword intent, then looked at his daughter standing silently by the lake. He found it even harder to restrain his anger. He yelled, "Don't tell me you still dare to kill your own father!"
Xu Yourong turned around, looked at her father, and said, "Father, what are you talking about?"
Her voice was very calm, very light, and very indifferent, so this explanation did not sound like an explanation at all. Of course, it certainly did not sound like an apology.
Xu Shiji's complexion became even more unsightly as he recalled many things from the past.
When she was very young, Xu Yourong had always been personally raised by the Grand Minister. Neither he nor his wife could interfere. When she was five, the blood of the true Phoenix in Xu Yourong's body awakened and she was taken into the palace by the Divine Empress. Coincidentally, she also met the Holy Maiden who had come to the capital to view the mausoleum. As a result, she became the student of the two Saints, so it was even less of his turn to educate her.
The common people did not have a high evaluation of Xu Shiji, but that was mainly because of his personal morality, such as his attitude towards the Tianhai family and his attitude towards Chen Changsheng. No one could deny that his ability was absolutely worthy of being a Divine General of the Great Zhou. In the snowy plains of the north, he had achieved no small amount of military service. He governed the army with extreme strictness, and he governed the estate like he governed the army. Whether it was the deputy generals with special backgrounds in Snow Pass or the elders in the estate, they all kept quiet in front of him, not daring to oppose him in the slightest. Yet … he could not control his own daughter.
Because he did not have the right.
To any father, this fact would not bring any joy, but since the Xu Estate wanted to enjoy the glory and benefits brought by Xu Yourong, it had to endure all this.
But in the end, he was still her father and she was his daughter. He believed that she would at least give him some respect, just like she had for the past few years.
But this morning, by the lake of the Orthodox Academy, he realized that his thoughts were just deceiving himself.
"What a good unfilial daughter …"
Xu Shiji's voice was as cold as ice. His right hand trembled as if it would strike Xu Yourong's face in the next moment.
Xu Yourong calmly looked at her father. She naturally would not strike back.
The eyes of the South Stream Temple disciples turned sharp, especially Ye Xiaolian and the other girls, who tightened their grips on their swords.
At this moment, a skinny old man arrived at the scene. The sword array of South Stream Temple was of no use against this old man. It was not because this old man was very powerful, but because he was the chief eunuch of the Great Zhou Imperial Palace, a close minister deeply trusted by the Divine Empress. Moreover, when he arrived, he held high an imperial decree.
"The Empress says, do not let such a minor matter affect the relationship between you two father and daughter."
The chief eunuch expressionlessly said to Xu Shiji.
The Divine Empress's words were clearly meant for two people, but he only looked at Xu Shiji. His meaning was naturally very clear.
This was a warning.
Xu Shiji's complexion turned even more unsightly. He thought to himself, is this sort of rebellious action still a minor matter?
Is she really my daughter, or is she the Empress's daughter?
He could only think these things in his heart. He could not reveal any of them on the surface, and even had to force his face to be somewhat calm.
He glanced at Xu Yourong and said nothing more. He turned and walked out of the Orthodox Academy.
His back seemed rather dispirited, like an old lion that had been chased out of its pride.
Xu Yourong silently gazed at her father's back, her thoughts inscrutable.
The chief eunuch turned to her, his expression instantly becoming somewhat more humble. He whispered, "The Empress invites my lady into the palace."
Xu Yourong took the imperial decree and said, "Wait a moment for me."
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"I don't know how to face her, and between the Orthodoxy and her, I can't stand on her side."
Chen Changsheng rejected the idea of entering the palace with Xu Yourong. The 'her' in this sentence naturally referred to the Divine Empress.
Xu Yourong said nothing. In truth, she was also keenly aware that if she brought Chen Changsheng into the palace, it would be an extremely risky matter. She knew that this Saint, who had the heart of the world and perhaps even more, had a condescending and indifferent attitude towards the emotions of the world. In these two years, the Divine Empress had not done anything to Chen Changsheng. Perhaps it was because she had to consider the Li Palace, or perhaps it was because she had never been able to confirm anything. Now, all sorts of clues were pointing to that unresolved case from ten-some years ago. No one could guarantee what would happen if she met Chen Changsheng in the Imperial Palace.
"You don't need to worry about me." Chen Changsheng saw her expression and knew what she was thinking. "Before entering the capital, you used the Sacred Light technique once. Last night, Martial Uncle used Sacred Water to bathe my body, adding another barrier. There shouldn't be any problems in the short term, and won't the sword array of South Stream Temple always be outside?"
Xu Yourong said nothing more and left.
Standing by the window, Chen Changsheng watched her figure gradually fade into the distance. His expression turned somewhat heavy.
He understood his current situation better than anyone else, better than her, better than the Pope.
His meridians had all been burnt and severed by the star radiance and could not be repaired.
His soul had seeped into his flesh and bones with his blood and could not be eliminated.
His injuries seemed to have been suppressed, but his vitality was constantly flowing away.
His body and fate had long ago been riddled with holes and in tatters.
If it were anyone else, they would have long since lost their soul, but he still maintained his calm.
He walked down the small building and headed for the Orthodox Academy on the other side of the cloth.
Xu Yourong was not present, so the disciples of South Stream Temple could not stop him from leaving. Although the sword array was terrifying, how could it fall on his body?
There were many statues outside the main building of the Orthodox Academy, all of them still bearing the marks of that heaven-shaking catastrophe ten-some years ago. The fountain had already been repaired, but the stone beast statues were still somewhat broken.
He looked at Su Mo Yu and said, "In the future, I might have to leave this place to you."
He turned to Tang Thirty-Six and said, "If possible, it would be best if we could delay our return to Wenshui for a year."
He then turned to Xuanyuan Po and said, "Don't always think that your injuries have healed. You still have to keep taking medicine."
Finally, he turned to Zhexiu and said, "I can't continue to treat you, but I will do my best to bring out the medical records as soon as possible. You absolutely cannot give up on your treatment."
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(Three days ago, I drove to Yichun with a total of four friends. It truly was a long distance and very tiring, but I was very happy. I really recommend that everyone go out and have some fun. The beauty of rivers and mountains cannot be seen too vividly in books. Although work is busy and life is tiring, you absolutely cannot give up on enjoyment. The old saying is correct: life should be wasted on beautiful things.)
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