Of course, it was because he understood that he was sad.
But Chen Chang Sheng was sad not because of the things he understood, but because of the separation and the difficulty of meeting again.
With his current status and his relationship with Luo Luo, the First Princess should have met him when she visited the capital, but she did not.
This was the attitude of the yao race.
"His Majesty is friends with your teacher."
Jin Yu Lu looked at him and sighed, "So at the very beginning, His Majesty did not care about your closeness with Princess Luo Luo, and was even happy to see it happen. Yet His Majesty calculated everything, but he did not calculate that your teacher would have other ideas, and that you … would have other ideas."
Chen Chang Sheng maintained his silence, not giving any explanation.
Jin Yu Lu continued, "Of course, even if your teacher has other ideas, His Majesty has ways to help you maintain the position of successor to the Pope."
The words of a Saint had boundless authority.
Chen Chang Sheng thought of this phrase.
His teacher, Shang Xingzhou, was naturally a Saint.
But the words of two Saints were more powerful than the words of one Saint.
If the White Emperor firmly supported him, coupled with the Pope's appointment, even Shang Xingzhou could not oppose him.
Would the White Emperor support him? Before today, this seemed like a question that did not need to be considered.
Everyone believed this to be a matter of course.
Chen Chang Sheng was Luo Luo's teacher and had always been close to the yao race. For him to inherit the position of Pope, no matter how one looked at it, was the best result for the yao race.
But now it seemed that the White Emperor's attitude had clearly changed.
"Your actions were too immature. His Majesty is deeply concerned about this."
Jin Yu Lu said, "Even if we support you and help you become Master of Li Palace, do you have the ability to sit stably on that position? If you can't, then why should we support you? "
Chen Chang Sheng's mind was somewhat dazed.
Recently, he seemed to have heard the word 'mature' a lot.
Entering the capital at the age of fourteen, he had a steadiness and steadiness that far surpassed those of his age. Very few people felt that he was lacking in this aspect.
But now it seemed that it was still not enough, at least not enough to become an important figure.
But what was maturity?
Chen Chang Sheng understood that in the eyes of many people, including the White Emperor couple, he had truly done many immature things.
Since his martial uncle the Pope had personally spoken for him, as long as he admitted defeat, surrendered, and humbled himself, his teacher would have no reason not to accept him.
Even if he couldn't, he should at least act more mature.
For instance, in the last few days, he should not be in the Orthodox Academy, but in the Li Palace, seizing the time to understand everything about the Orthodoxy.
For instance, a few days ago, he should not have gone outside the city gate to collect Xue Xingchuan's corpse on the official road and paid his respects to the Xue Estate.
For instance, on that day even earlier, he had not accepted the decree in the Orthodox Academy. Instead, he had used one thousand swords to hack Eunuch Lin until his entire body was covered in blood.
Like that day when he carried the Tianhai Divine Empress's corpse down from the Mausoleum of Books, brushing past his teacher as if they were strangers.
Just like in the past few days, he had been looking forward to the arrival of the diplomatic mission from White Emperor City.
He thought that there would be people supporting him. Even if there was no one, there was still the Demon Race.
Now, it seemed that this kind of expectation was really ridiculous.
He looked out the window. The big banyan tree by the lake could no longer retain its green color. It had become much colder. The surface of the lake was covered with a thin layer of ice, and the withered grass was covered with frost.
Yes, these were all immature, naive, childish, hot-blooded, impulsive, chuunibyou, pitiful, ridiculous.
But at least it was warmer than this quiet, bleak, and cold world, right?
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The First Princess went to the Imperial Palace, and then to the Li Palace, meeting with Shang and Yin.
No one knew what the three Saints had said, nor did anyone know what sort of agreement the demi-humans had formed with the Imperial Court and the Orthodoxy.
People only knew that she did not go to the Orthodox Academy, nor did she invite the people of the Orthodox Academy to her side palace.
She did not see Chen Changsheng. This was beyond the expectations of many people, and it also made the situation in the capital clear once more.
One by one, the southern diplomatic missions arrived. The Longevity Sect, the Qiushan clan, the other great clans, Holy Maiden Peak, and even Scholartree Manor had sent a representative.
Everyone could clearly see which way the wind was blowing in the capital, so the First Princess adopted the same attitude. Not a single person from the southern diplomatic mission went to the Orthodox Academy.
This was because it was sensitive, and also because they wanted to express their stance to the Imperial Court. Moreover, as southerners, they had no good impression of the Tianhai Divine Empress, so they naturally would not support Chen Changsheng.
Holy Maiden Peak also only sent a few letters and tools to the disciples of South Stream Temple in the Orthodox Academy.
One evening, there was a knock on the gate of the Orthodox Academy. A visitor had come.
The visitor was Guan Feibai, a disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect.
The people of the Tradition Academy and the disciples of the Mount Li Sword Sect had known each other for three years. The story between them was very complicated. It could be said that they were both enemies and friends, but in the end, they still became familiar with each other.
Because they were truly kindred spirits.
This was the first time a disciple of the Mount Li Sword Sect had entered the Orthodox Academy.
Guan Feibai followed behind Su Moyu, taking in the sights of the Orthodox Academy with great interest. Only when he met a few junior sisters of South Stream Temple that he had previously known did he withdraw his gaze.
In the library, Chen Chang Sheng met with him.
He was the future Pope. Although Guan Feibai was one of the Divine State's Seven Laws and a genius disciple of Mount Li, his status was still very far from Chen Changsheng's. However, the conversation between the two did not turn into an intimate conversation or a friendly meeting. Of course, it was not like it had been in the past, brimming with fierce sword intent and hostility. It was just a simple conversation.
This conversation was very simple.
"Only you came from Mount Li?"
"It's just a formality. Why did so many people come?"
"Why is it you?"
"It doesn't matter who comes."
"Then why don't you send Qi Jian?"
"Do you have any shame?"
Su Moyu promptly interjected, "Pay attention to your words."
Guan Feibai angrily glared at Chen Changsheng and asked, "Where's Tang Tang?"
"Why are you looking for him?"
"Of course it's to fight."
"Testing the sword sounds better."
"As you wish."
"He's not here."
"Where did he go?"
"Home."
"… Then Zhexiu?"
"… Still fighting?"
"… Testing the sword."
"He's not here."
"Where did he go?"
"I don't know."
Hearing Chen Changsheng's answer, Guan Feibai fell silent.
Only now did he know that Tang Thirty-Six and Zhexiu were not in the Orthodox Academy.
He could imagine just how difficult Chen Changsheng had been in the Orthodox Academy in this period of time.
"Then I'm leaving."
"I won't see you out."
Since the person he wanted to find was not here and the fight he wanted to fight was not going to happen, he naturally had to leave. But before leaving, Guan Feibai had a request.
He said to Chen Changsheng, "See me out."
Chen Changsheng shook his head. "I won't."
Guan Feibai insisted, "Just see me out to the academy gate."
Chen Changsheng said, "I don't want to."
If he saw Guan Feibai out to the academy gate, he would be seen by many people.
Guan Feibai wanted people to see him.
Chen Changsheng did not want to drag Mount Li into these muddy waters, so he insisted.
Guan Feibai thought it over, then said, "Then I'm leaving."
Chen Changsheng said, "Thank you."
Guan Feibai walked towards the academy gate, not turning his head. Waving his hand, he said, "You're welcome."
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Tang Tang had returned to Wenshui, but where had Zhexiu gone? No one knew.
The Imperial Court would naturally not forget this young wolf expert. The spies of the Department for Purging Officials had never ceased their search for him, but they had come up empty-handed, just like Wang Po.
The courtyard in the alley of the Northern Military Department had already been restored to its original state. The flat ground was covered in fresh earth, only waiting for a layer of grass to be planted next spring.
When the darkness was at its darkest, the ground was covered in a layer of frost. An extremely soft grinding sound could be heard from the depths of the earth, like silkworms gnawing on mulberry leaves, like countless earthworms desperately burrowing into the ground before the cold of winter.
When autumn was at its deepest, winter arrived.
The celebration of the confluence of the north and south had smoothly concluded, but the various diplomatic missions had no intention of leaving the capital, because the Pope's illness was getting worse with each passing day.
In the courtyard, Zhou Tong gazed at the withered crabapple tree and muttered, "It's time."
To some people, it was time.
The accountant of the tea house in the southern part of the city bid farewell to the owner, shopkeeper, and waiters before leaving.
In these short ten-some days of interaction, everyone in the tea house, from the owner, the shopkeeper, to the most ordinary waiters, felt reluctant to part with him.
Chen Changsheng placed the brush back on the inkstone, blew dry the writing on the paper, sealed it, and handed it to Su Moyu before walking out of the library.
Su Moyu gazed at his back, knowing that after parting today, it might be difficult to see him again.
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(When I wrote about the night of the Mausoleum of Books, I mentioned three squirrels, and then … the three squirrels sent me a large chest of nuts … I express my thanks here. I mentioned so much today, where are we going? Hmm, is there a free plane ticket or something? Of course, it's just a joke. I wish everyone good health and a happy life. We will strive to meet every day in the book.)
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