Su Mo Yu and the others didn't know what to say. They looked into each other's eyes and realized that they still didn't know what to say.
"Just what are you saying?" Tang Thirty-Six stared into Chen Changsheng's eyes.
"I'm going to die, but I can probably live for another twenty-some days."
Chen Changsheng's voice was very calm, his expression very indifferent, as if he was describing an extremely ordinary matter.
The sky wanted to rain, the mother wanted to marry, so who would collect the clothes on the roof?
The fresh peppers soaked in the earthen jar were already pricked, so one shouldn't forget to add water to the sides of the jar. Otherwise, if the jar turned white, even the best pickles would have to be thrown away.
He had heard from his elders that if the pickles turned white, they could be saved by putting in strong alcohol, but how could those pickles be called perfect?
That pitch-black hole over there seemed like a thief's nest. It seemed like it really was going to rain.
Silence, like a deathly stillness.
All that could be heard was the sound of a fountain.
After some time, Tang Thirty-Six finally spoke again. "What kind of joke are you playing?"
They were all keenly aware that Chen Changsheng was the last person to joke, and he certainly wouldn't joke about this sort of matter, so their complexions were very unsightly.
Seeing the expressions of the four, for some reason, Chen Changsheng felt rather apologetic.
Xuanyuan Po's voice was somewhat trembling. "What's wrong?"
Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu had gone with him to Mount Han and knew that he had been heavily injured by the Demon Lord. They had watched him break into Star Condensation and then collapse, but they had no idea that the problem was so serious.
Because Chen Changsheng did not say, they did not ask. Even now, they still did not ask what had happened, only looked at him.
There were some matters that still needed to be explained, because only by explaining clearly could the confession be considered complete.
Chen Changsheng looked at the four and said, "I have an illness, an illness that was brought out of my mother's womb. My meridians have always had problems. I knew a long time ago that I wouldn't live past twenty, but I never told you. This is my fault. I originally thought that I could resolve this problem, but I didn't think that my illness would break out on Mount Han. My meridians would shatter and there would be no way to reconnect them, so I might die. "
"Just what do you want to say? Were those words just now your last words? "
Tang Thirty-Six's sword-like eyebrows arched as he taunted, "If you're sick, go find a doctor. What's the point in playing grief-stricken with us?"
The taunt was only to conceal the unease and fear he felt upon hearing those words, as well as the inexplicable anger.
"I am the best doctor."
Chen Chang Sheng looked at him and explained. His voice was calm and his expression was sincere.
He wasn't boasting, he was merely stating the facts. However, it was still the same as before, leaving others speechless.
If it weren't for the special circumstances, perhaps Tang Thirty-Six would have made a rather intense reaction, but now, he only remained silent.
"Pope?" Zhexiu suddenly asked.
Chen Chang Sheng shook his head.
Su Moyu said, "What about the Holy Maiden? Her Sacred Light Technique can be said to be unparalleled in the world, so why can't she cure your illness? "
Tang Thirty Six also thought the same. Just as he was about to say something, he suddenly remembered something and swallowed his words.
In the ten thousand li journey back from Mount Han, he and Zhexiu had seen with their own eyes that Xu Yourong had not taken a single step away from Chen Changsheng's side. And then they thought about how, after returning to the capital, Xu Yourong had ignored those rumors and disregarded the face of the Divine General of the East's estate to remain in the Orthodox Academy. This indicated that she had long known of this matter, and that she had no way of resolving it.
The entire place fell into silence once more, and everyone's expressions turned extremely unsightly.
Chen Changsheng apologetically said, "I'm sorry."
Tang Thirty-Six could no longer suppress the emotions in his heart. Clenching his teeth, he coldly said, "You're going to die, so who are you apologizing to?"
"Of all the things in the world, only death is one's own business, but I feel that there's a problem with your attitude."
After learning of this shocking news, Zhexiu was the calmest. He looked into Chen Changsheng's eyes and said, "Since you're still alive, you can't think of yourself as a dead man. Even if you can only live these last few days with the thought that you're going to die, you still have to place the emphasis on that last word."
Chen Changsheng understood what he meant.
In the snowy plains of the north, Zhexiu, who had been driven away by the Wolf tribe, had an evil illness, but he had still continued to fight. He had the most experience with this sort of thing.
"Yes, but I still have to make some preparations ahead of time. There are a few things that need to be arranged."
Chen Changsheng looked towards Tang Thirty-Six and said, "Yourong … she and I had an engagement. She was my fiancée, and although the engagement has been annulled and it seems that I have no way of marrying her, I will still treat her as my wife. However, the division of property was already clearly divided at the beginning of the year. I will organize a few things, and when the time comes, help me give them to her."
Out of habit, Tang Thirty-Six wanted to say a few words of ridicule. For example, how could someone as poor as you have any valuable belongings? But in the end, he didn't say anything, only silently nodding his head.
Chen Changsheng continued, "Luo Luo is my student. Leave a third of my property for her, a third for my senior, and a third for the academy. Those students from poorer families can apply to use it. As for the two of you, I've given you swords, so I won't leave anything else."
Zhexiu and Xuan Yuan Po weren't wealthy, but with Tang Thirty-Six here, he didn't need to worry.
"Orthodox Academy is really letting me take over?" Su Mo Yu said, "I'm a little uneasy, because this burden is a little heavy."
As he said this, he looked towards the distant students reading in the corridors of the building.
Last autumn, the Orthodox Academy accepted over a hundred new students. According to the rules of the Zhou Dynasty and the Orthodoxy, these new students could no longer transfer to another academy. In other words, they had linked their fate with the fate of the Orthodox Academy. If Chen Changsheng really did die, the Orthodox Academy naturally wouldn't have its current glory, so how long could it last?
"Let me do it." Tang Thirty-Six expressionlessly said, "It can't be helped. I was born to be the main character. Besides, if the principal dies, I, the academy superintendent, will have to step in."
Hearing this, Chen Changsheng was slightly surprised. After the long conversation by the lake, he knew better than anyone how much pressure Tang Thirty-Six was under. He lived a free life in the capital and in the Orthodox Academy, but as he grew up, the Wenshui Tangs would definitely ask him to return as soon as possible to inherit the family business.
Tang Thirty-Six said, "Although that old man of mine isn't talented, he's still my old man. Besides, the old man's body seems to be pretty good, so there shouldn't be too much of a rush."
Chen Changsheng knew that this was a lie. Even if the Wenshui Tangs weren't in a rush to raise a successor, they still weren't willing to see Tang Thirty-Six in danger and remain in the capital for a long time.
"If you really do die, they should be able to understand if I return two years later."
Tang Thirty-Six sternly said, "So you absolutely can't lie to me. When the time comes, you'll definitely die."
This was naturally a joke, but it wasn't funny. It was very stiff, especially at a time like this. It was as stiff as an iced steamed bun that had been left out for two nights, choking to the point of speechlessness.
Su Mo Yu looked at Chen Changsheng and said, "Relax, I'll stay behind to watch over him."
Zhexiu said, "If you die, after I finish that matter, I'll return to the north."
He was a wolf from the north. He would only occasionally stop in the bustling capital to treat his injuries. Once he recovered, he would naturally leave.
But what matter did he want to finish?
The mood was rather oppressive and heavy, and Zhexiu's words only added a chill.
They all knew that before Zhexiu left the capital, he had to do one thing: kill Zhou Tong.
… …
… …
Chen Changsheng was the first new student of the Orthodox Academy after ten-odd years.
It was precisely because of him that the Orthodox Academy had been reborn.
If one had to say what he couldn't let go of in the capital, besides those people, it was naturally this quiet and secluded academy.
After he left this world, would the Orthodox Academy still be able to exist? Would it still be able to exist as it was now?
Tang Thirty-Six and Su Mo Yu gave their promises. After Tang Thirty-Six promised to give him enough money, Zhexiu told Chen Changsheng that he could kill at any time for the Orthodox Academy and asked him to leave in peace. At that moment, Chen Changsheng felt that he should close his eyes and pretend that he had passed away.
When they turned to Xuanyuan Po, wanting to know his plans, Xuanyuan Po suddenly said a few words and then left. The words he said were, "I'm leaving."
Xuanyuan Po left very quickly, without the slightest hesitation or sloppiness. It was like someone was chasing after him, or like the Orthodox Academy was about to collapse.
"Is this the saying, 'when the tree falls, the monkeys scatter'?"
After confirming that Xuanyuan Po had even taken the heavy black iron sword from the kitchen, Tang Thirty-Six sucked in a breath of cold air.
Zhexiu expressionlessly said, "He's clearly in a hurry to return to White Emperor City."
Tang Thirty-Six asked in confusion, "Why does he want to return to White Emperor City?"
"To find Princess Luoluo and tell her that Chen Changsheng is about to die. Only Princess Luoluo can invite His Majesty the White Emperor to the capital to treat Chen Changsheng's illness."
After saying this, Zhexiu turned to Chen Changsheng and continued, "You see, many people don't want you to die, and Princess Luoluo definitely doesn't want you to die either. And don't forget, you have to treat my illness. If you die, I might also die in two years, so it's best if you live."
Chen Changsheng replied, "I will do my best."
The Heavenly Dao, or perhaps fate, had always been unfair and cruel to him, but this world was not bad to him. Many people were unwilling to see him leave, such as Luoluo, Xuanyuan Po, and Tang Thirty-Six. And if he died, what would happen to Zhexiu? What would happen to the Black Dragon? Who would care about her?
Just as he was thinking about these things, a guest came to the Orthodox Academy. This guest had an esteemed status, but it was also an enormous problem.
If Xu Yourong had not been summoned into the Imperial Palace and Chen Changsheng was still in the building, then he would definitely not have been able to meet with Prince Chen Liu, much less speak with him.
"You … are really Zhaoming?"
Sunlight seeped through the water of the fountain and fell upon Prince Chen Liu's handsome face, transforming into many motes of light that formed a complex design. It was just like his current expression, complex and sorrowful.
In the past two years, Chen Changsheng and this representative of the Chen Imperial clan had not met many times, but they had gotten along very well.
He had not expected that this person would so directly ask this question.
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