Luo Bu quietly listened for a while. This sort of story of a fierce slave deceiving his master was very common in all clans.
The dog madly barked at its master, its voice getting louder and louder. Perhaps it was because it had gone mad, but it was more likely that it wanted to rely on its new master.
To prove its loyalty to its new master, these dogs did not mind madly barking at their former master, even fiercely biting him a few times.
He ignored the stewards at the corner gate, their bodies reeking of alcohol, and floated down to the window of the main room.
Even though it was late at night, the room was still brightly lit. Perhaps it was because the master of the room had slept for too long and was about to fall into a long slumber, so he did not want to sleep.
The shellfish oil produced in Zhuozhou did not give off any smoke, so it would not stain the eyes. The light was also very beautiful, painting the middle-aged man's face gold.
The middle-aged man was very thin, his eyes sunken in, and his face covered in gold. He did not seem like a living person, but some sort of sacrificial offering.
Luo Bu stood outside the window, calmly gazing at the middle-aged man on the bed. The finger gripping the hilt of his sword silently tapped, faster and faster until it was almost impossible to see.
If the disciples of South Stream Temple saw this sight, they might be able to associate it with the Holy Maiden's movements when she used the Fated Star Plate to calculate.
Yes, he was also calculating, but he was not using the Fated Star Plate, but a sword.
In the end, he had not been able to find anything strange in this courtyard, nor had he been able to calculate any problems. It truly did not seem like he had been poisoned.
If it really was an illness, not even his junior sister could cure it, so it was naturally even more impossible for him to cure it.
Luo Bu regretfully and apologetically left the estate and returned to the shore of the Wenshui.
As he gazed at the estate on the other side of the river, he silently thought, since this is the chief branch, then the other side is the second branch?
… …
… …
On the first day of the Pope's visit to Wenshui, he refined a bottle of Cinnabar Pills.
On the second day, the Orthodoxy Prefect Daoist Baishi who had accompanied him disappeared. The Pope received the Tang Second Master, and in the middle of the night, he suffered an assassination attempt.
On the third day, he brought many people out of the Daoist church. The divine carriage followed the Wenshui and, under the uneasy gazes of countless people, arrived outside an estate.
This estate belonged to the chief branch of the Tang clan. It had been half a year since the gravely ill Tang First Master had moved back from the old estate.
Half a year ago was also the day that Tang Thirty Six was imprisoned in the ancestral hall. It was unknown if these two events were related.
A few days ago, the gate to the estate would have been tightly shut, the servants scattered about, gossiping about their master. But today was different. When the Pope's divine carriage was still several li away, the estate received the news. After the initial panic, everything returned to normal.
The middle door had long since been opened. The stewards and servants were kneeling on both sides, extremely respectful and silent. The rules of aristocratic families could be seen everywhere.
But Chen Chang Sheng still felt that something was wrong.
It wasn't because someone was looking at them from under the willow tree on the other side of the river, but because the smell in the air wasn't right.
Nanke followed by his side and sniffed like a little dog. She said, "There's dust."
The steward, who had just rushed over from the Tang Family's old residence, didn't have time to say anything when he heard these words. His expression couldn't help but change slightly.
Chen Chang Sheng looked at the straight path made of white marble under his feet. Looking at the remaining wet marks, he knew that it had just been cleaned.
The reason why they had just cleaned up was naturally to welcome his arrival, but it could also be inferred that they usually did not clean up diligently.
Chen Chang Sheng said nothing and walked into the estate.
Upon entering the magnificent courtyard, he saw a woman dressed in simple and yet still exuding a noble aura. From her appearance, he could tell that she was Tang Thirty-Six's mother.
Seeing the crowd enter the courtyard, especially the young man in the very center, the woman said in a trembling voice, "Believer Lin Suyan pays respects to His Holiness the Pope."
After saying this, she prostrated to Chen Chang Sheng.
Chen Chang Sheng would never accept this bow. "Madam Tang, please rise."
Madam Tang naturally would not stand up and continued to kneel.
Fortunately, Chen Chang Sheng had predicted that this would happen and had already made arrangements.
A cool breeze suddenly blew through the courtyard. Before anyone could clearly see anything, they only saw the girl at the Pope's side appear at Madam Tang's side.
Nanke supported Madam Tang's hand, so Madam Tang naturally could no longer kneel.
At this sight, the steward of the Tang clan's old residence did not change his expression, but he felt a little uneasy.
Many people knew that yesterday, the Tang Second Master had paid a visit to the Daoist church and the Pope had accepted his kowtow.
Anyone could imagine that the Pope's attitude towards the chief branch and the second branch would be different, but for him to express it so bluntly, just what sort of reasoning was there?
Chen Chang Sheng did not accept Madam Tang's bow, but instead greeted her as a junior.
Only now did Madam Tang realize that the rumors were all true, and that the letter sent back by the Orthodox Academy was also true.
The Pope and her son were truly very close, even as close as brothers.
"I want to see Uncle," Chen Chang Sheng said.
Madam Tang had no reason to refuse, so she prepared to lead the way.
Suddenly, there was a coughing sound.
The steward of the Tang clan's old residence coughed twice. He first glanced at Madam Tang, then at Chen Chang Sheng. With a humble expression, he said, "The First Master's illness is severe. Your Holiness's sacred body is of utmost importance. If there is anything inappropriate, it truly is the sin of my Tang clan. Your Holiness, please …"
He did not finish, but his meaning was clear. The Tang clan did not wish for Chen Chang Sheng to see the First Master.
Chen Chang Sheng had seen this steward of the old estate before. Many years ago, the Yellow Paper Umbrella had been given to him by this steward.
At their reunion today, the steward's attitude was still respectful, even more so than in the past, but there was a faint sense of wariness within.
Chen Chang Sheng said nothing, only calmly looked at him.
The steward suddenly felt the pressure on him increase, but he still forced himself to say, "The teachers of the Thirteen Divisions of Radiant Green have come to see, and even … that person from Holy Maiden Peak has come to see, but none of them have been able to do anything. Why must Your Holiness stir up sorrow?"
Madam Tang glanced at the steward. She did not refute him, but her sleeve began to tremble.
Chen Chang Sheng suddenly asked, "Did the venerable master of the Dao come to see?"
The steward thought he had heard incorrectly. In a daze, he didn't know what to say. He thought, with the venerable master of the Dao's status, why would he leave the capital to come to Wenshui to treat the First Master?
Chen Chang Sheng asked again, "Then did His Majesty the Emperor come?"
The steward was even more confused. He thought, His Majesty the Emperor has a myriad of affairs to attend to every day, so why would he come?
"In the world, only their medical skills are better than mine. Since they didn't come, who has more right than me to say whether this illness can be cured or not?"
After saying this, Chen Chang Sheng followed Madam Tang into the inner estate, no longer paying any attention to the steward.
Linghai Zhiwang and several dozen priests remained behind, blocking the Tang clan's people outside.
The steward wanted to rely on his status to enter, but he failed.
Linghai Zhiwang expressionlessly stared at him and said, "You like coughing? Continue. "
The steward of the old estate had an extremely high status in Wenshui City, but what could he do to a Prefect of the Orthodoxy?
As he watched Chen Chang Sheng's figure disappear into the corridors of the inner estate, he was both anxious and angry, and actually began to cough.
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