Chapter 729: The Prince’s Heart
“You said, my father, holding a tablet, called him Lord?”
Zhao Hao’s expression profoundly explained what “creepy” is.
He breathed in the cold air: "How is this possible?"
Fu Qingzhou took a sip of wine and sighed: "Why should I lie to you about such a thing?"
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"..."
Zhao Hao's face was so gloomy that he couldn't say a word for a long time.
After a long while, he said in a cold voice: "The person who can allow my father to hold the memorial tablet in person may indeed be the late emperor, but, but..."
After thinking for a long time, he said depressedly : "Who would hold a tablet and call the lord?!"
After that, he took a long breath and stood up: "I want to go back and ask my father in person to find out!"
Fu Qingzhou sat there and took another sip of wine without saying a word.
Zhao Hao stood up halfway and turned around awkwardly: "You won't stop me?"
"Why are you stopping me?"
Fu Qingzhou smiled softly. Laughing: "When you are locked up again, I can't control you."
"..."
Zhao Hao sat back down.
After being silent for a while, he asked: "You didn't doubt me?"
"Suspicion is nothing." Fu Qingzhou complained: "Since Fanyin Temple, you have helped break it several times. Their plan? If you are an undercover, you are also the kind of undercover who has reached the organization's management."
Zhao Hao sighed deeply.
“No wonder.”
He shook his head and said: "When I helped you to set up Fanyin Temple, my father did not agree... After the Qianlong Hundred Heroes Conference, they imposed various restrictions on me. It turns out that this is the reason."
Fu Qingzhou tilted his head. , glanced at Zhao Hao.
The prince, who used to be high-spirited, arrogant and unrestrained, now has a gloomy face, sighs sadly, and looks like he is dying.
“I have thought about it just now.”
Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: “No matter who the lord is, Hui Jue and Jiang Baichuan are both going to be killed, and their plan must be broken. Yeah, it makes no difference to me - but what about you?”
"Yeah, what about me?"
Zhao Hao was a little crazy: "I can't carry a knife to fight my father, right?! And!"
His eyes were bloodshot : "Why didn't he tell me these things!"
"Tell you?" Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Tell you, are you helping him?"
"Fu Qingzhou, I am honest with you. Say, it’s nothing.”
Zhao Hao took a deep breath, looked at the sky, and said quietly: "If my father had told me all this in his early years, trained me, trained me, and then asked me to help him do those evil things, I might not refuse. ”
Fu Qingzhou’s brows raised even higher.
"You should be able to tell, I have never been a moral defender."
Zhao Hao sneered: "Hey, but damn, you know that my father has been there since he was a child. How did you educate me?"
He shouted: "Benevolence! Wisdom!"
Fu Qingzhou laughed dumbly.
Yes, a person who talked about benevolence, justice, propriety, wisdom and trust every day suddenly raised demons like Jiang Baichuan and Huikong, letting them kill people everywhere and create mountains of corpses and seas of blood. As his son , Zhao Hao will definitely feel a great sense of fragmentation.
"After listening to what you said, I have an idea."
Zhao Hao said expressionlessly: "Is the father I know really the father?"
"I'm afraid, you still have an idea in your mind?"
Fu Qingzhou said leisurely: "You have always wanted your father to recognize your abilities, but now I see that he has done such a big thing without even letting you know about it. This further proves that you are in his heart... It’s nothing.”
“You don’t have to say it so bluntly.” Zhao Hao’s face became even more depressed, he picked up the wine jar and took a few more sips.
While the two were talking, they each drank most of the jar of wine. They did not use their true energy to resolve the alcohol odor. The alcohol smell on their bodies was very strong at this time.
"So, what are your plans next?"
Fu Qingzhou asked seriously: "You can't just pretend that you don't know, right?"
Zhao Hao scratched his head: "No way?"
Fu Qingzhou rolled his eyes.
Zhao Hao sighed: "No kidding, I know you came to me today not just for drinking. If I don't express my position, I may not be able to leave the capital city of Shu." "Capital city of Shu?"
Fu Qingzhou smiled and said: "Are you looking down on me too much? You can climb down this roof by yourself, even if I don't have the ability."
Zhao Hao drank again.
He is the son of Zhao Liang, king of Xishuo, a disciple of Qianfang Baixiaolou, a relative of the emperor and the proud son of heaven.
No matter which identity he has, it is enough for him to run rampant in the world without any scruples.
However, now his identity has become his shackles.
“I haven’t asked you yet.”
Zhao Hao wiped his lips and asked lightly: "You tested Sister Zhao Xia and Senior Brother Lan, what was the result?"
Fu Qingzhou smiled: "They all have problems."
"Haha, it turns out as expected."< br>
Zhao Hao smiled bitterly and said: "Sister Zhao Xia knows, Song Yu knows, Senior Brother Lan knows, everyone knows, but I don't know."
As he spoke, he raised his head and sighed loudly: "If I choose to stand on your side, it means that I stand opposite my father and master. Then, what is left for me?"
Fu Qingzhou was silent for a moment and said calmly: "Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom, and trust."
Zhao Hao was slightly startled, and then laughed loudly!
He fell down laughing, and the wine jar in his hand almost fell off the roof, but Fu Qingzhou quickly grabbed it back with his quick eyes and hands.
Zhao Hao just held his belly and laughed wildly on the roof, laughing until tears flowed out.
The laughter became more and more hoarse and choked. At the end, he finally sat up, wiped the tears from laughter, took back the wine jar, raised his neck and drank it hard.
The drink instantly spilled all over his face and chest.
Fu Qingzhou looked sideways quietly without saying a word.
Finally, after washing his face with wine for a long time, Zhao Hao finally put down the jar and spoke.
"I can't make a decision."
He lowered his head and whispered: "You can kidnap me away. I don't want to go against my father, nor do I want to help him."< br>
"Okay." Fu Qingzhou agreed simply: "Drink the wine first?"
Zhao Hao glanced at him and said, "I want to go to a brothel, is that okay?"
Zheng!
Fu Qingzhou pulled out a long knife.
Zhao Hao laughed: "It's a joke, it's a joke."
"It seems that you are in a good mood." Fu Qingzhou curled his lips and said: "You have a good temperament."
"Well, in short, just lock it up for me and let me think about it for a while." Zhao Hao shook his head and said : "Also, can you tell me what is the big secret you have been planning?"
"Don't worry, you will know it soon." Fu Qingzhou smiled at him and reached out to pat his shoulder. : "It's a pity. Originally, I planned to let you take part of the credit and show your face in front of your father."
"Let's talk about it then."
Zhao Hao was dejected. Yixiao: "Maybe I will help you when the time comes?"
"Before you figure it out, forget it." Fu Qingzhou sneered: "Have you finished drinking? Let's go."
Zhao Hao responded, shook his head and got up, walked to the edge of the roof, like Like a frustrated person, he jumped down.
Fu Qingzhou was startled, but when he stuck his head out, he saw the little fat man landing lightly on the ground.
“Qinggong is so good.”
He clicked his tongue, followed closely, and jumped down.
It was already late at night, and there was no one on the street. After the two landed, there were faint footsteps in the surrounding streets, and soon, several Mingjiang Pavilion emissaries arrived.
Zhao Hao glanced at Fu Qingzhou.
"No need to tie him up."
Fu Qingzhou ordered: "Just take him away."
"Yes." The secret envoys responded, and then clasped their fists at Zhao Hao A gift: "Your Majesty, please."
Zhao Hao laughed, said nothing nonsense, and strode along with the emissaries.
When their figures disappeared at the end of the street, another voice came from the shadows.
“Brother Fu Xian, I’m here.”
(End of this chapter)