Chapter 790 Choosing the Master
No one questions whether Zhao Hao is in the Seventh Realm.
Don’t bother to question.
The quarrel between Lan Xiyu and Bai He Zhenren and finally getting the Zhijian made everyone feel inexplicable. Regarding Zhao Hao coming to power, everyone... didn't care much. .
What's more, Zhao Hao's reputation... is unexpectedly quite big.
It's not anything else, just because he was a judge at the Qianlong Baijie Conference.
Who were sitting on the stage at that time? Kong Ling, the master of the Shenji Sect, Jingming Zhenren, Shangguan Xuan, Xiong Shao, and the vice president of the Nebula Chamber of Commerce... Although Zhao Hao can share the stage with them because of his status as Prince Xishuo, since they are all on the same stage Okay, there won’t be much difference in cultivation, right?
Sometimes, people’s wrong impressions come from this.
So when he stood in front of the sword ceremony, there was no look of surprise in the audience.
On the contrary, they just looked at Zhao Hao, with a strange meaninglessness in their eyes, as if...
"Hey, the look in their eyes."
Zhao Hao tilted his head and asked Fu Qingzhou in a low voice: "Why do you seem so disdainful and afraid to say it?"
Fu Qingzhou laughed. Laughing: "If you find out that a treasure that seems to be up for grabs by everyone is actually something that some people have arranged for long ago. Not only that, when they take the treasure, they also have to pretend that it is destined to them. Can you be happy if I ask you to clap your hands and cheer?"
Zhao Hao sneered: "Then if I take the sword, wouldn't I become this hypocritical person?"
"You can do it too? Don’t take it.”
Fu Qingzhou said seriously: "If you don't take it, your father will come up and take it."
Zhao Hao pursed his lips.
He was currently spinning back and forth on the ceremonial sword, extending his hand halfway and then retracting it, hesitating.
"Prince Zhao, are you going to try it or not?"
There was an uproar from the audience: "If you don't try, we will try again!"
"Yeah, if you're so afraid of pain, don't try it, hahahaha~"
The world is not a court, and not everyone is afraid of the name of the Crown Prince. Soon, there were urging voices in the audience.
Zhao Hao is still hesitating.
"Brother Fu."
After a while, he turned his head with a grimace: "In your plan, should I hold this sword, or should I not hold this sword?"< br>
Fu Qingzhou laughed: "I told you, you can take it if you want, or you can't take it if you don't want to. It's all up to you. It has no impact on our plan."
"No impact?" Zhao Hao was stunned. .
"Yes."
Fu Qingzhou put his hand on his shoulder: "Since you came on stage, your mission has been completed - otherwise, you can secretly take a look at you What's dad like now?"
Zhao Hao was startled.
In fact, he had already seen King Xishuo when he and Zhao Yuan were pretending to be secret envoys and standing on the sidelines.
It's hard not to notice that after all, my cousin Zhao Xia has been running back and forth.
But from the beginning to the end, he only saw his father's back. He didn't know what expression King Xishuo showed, what words he said, and what orders he gave during the various changes just now.
Even when he arrived on the stage, he did not dare to turn his head and take a look.
It wasn't until Fu Qingzhou said this that Zhao Hao took a deep breath, turned his gaze straight and slightly downward, and looked at the familiar figure under the stage.
King Xishuo raised his head slightly and looked at his son on the stage.
His face was terrifyingly gloomy. The previous gentleness and calmness were long gone. His eyes, heavy with eyebrows, seemed to be able to penetrate everything. Of course, he said nothing, and it was impossible for him to say anything at this time. Said, but Zhao Hao seemed to have heard every word that was stabbed on his back in the past twenty years.
Those words were so familiar that Zhao Hao just looked at that face and they rang in his ears.
“This is not something you should consider.”
“I have spent many years raising you, but you are so ungrateful.”
"If you look like this, even if your mother survives, she will only be disappointed with you."
"Not to mention this king's retainer, even a random servant in the palace is much better than you."
"What you are doing is meaningless, it is just a waste of time."
"How could I, the king, give birth to a son like you?"
These words are getting more and more serious. The loud sound gradually turned into a deafening buzz in Zhao Hao's ears, overwhelming the urging of countless people in the audience.
"Zhao Hao? Zhao Hao!"
At this time, several calls suddenly brought him back to reality.
Zhao Hao breathed quickly, his eyes were reddish, and he turned around suddenly and met Fu Qingzhou's eyes. "Are you okay?"
Fu Qingzhou's face no longer smiled, but he was a little worried: "What's wrong? If you are not in good condition, just go down."
"It's okay, it's okay..."
Zhao Hao took a deep breath.
Then he gritted his teeth and said, "Okay, I'll take this sword!"
After saying that, he took a step forward without hesitation and reached out to hold the sword!
"Eh, isn't it?" Fu Qingzhou was startled and suddenly lowered his voice: "Zhao...the emperor didn't tell you, I have to tell you first..."
"What?"
Zhao Hao was startled at first, and then he remembered that it seemed that the emperor had indeed told him that he should first tell Li Jian and tell it why it chose him?
When he reacted, he realized that his hand was already on the hilt of the sword.
I was a little excited and careless...
“Is it too late to say it now?”
Zhao Hao looked at Fu Qingzhou with a sad face.
Fu Qingzhou: "..."
The hilt of the ceremonial sword in Zhao Hao's palm began to emit bright yellow light, just as it had knocked away the sword tester countless times before. Soon, it Zhao Hao was about to be injured and sent flying.
So, he sighed and took the initiative to let go of his hand before the sword could shake him away.
In the audience, King Xishuo's gloomy expression paled slightly.
At the edge of the crowd, Zhao Yuan curled his lips.
Beside Zhao Hao, Fu Qingzhou just smiled.
He and Zhao Yuan deliberately brought Zhao Hao up to test the ceremonial sword. Their fundamental purpose was of course to provoke King Xishuo.
King Xishuo had previously taken the initiative to intervene in the Xuanmeng Ceremony, and its purpose can be imagined.
Not only does he want to win, he also wants to occupy the "great cause" and the "general trend"!
Yesterday, Shen Chuke also reported some information through the Zixuan girls - King Xishuo asked the Nebula Chamber of Commerce to prepare a large amount of paper, ink, and some movable type printing plates.
No matter what King Xishuo plans to do at the Xuanmeng Ceremony, he is planning to launch a big propaganda after that.
What could it be?
The biggest possibility that Fu Qingzhou can think of is to let Jiang Baichuan kill him, and then King Xishuo, Lan Xiyu and others will join forces with the Eight Swords of Kings to "drive" Jiang Baichuan away, and finally occupy the right name. share.
With the Xuanmeng Ceremony, they can obtain the divine sword, command the world, and kill the thorn in their side...
But now, Fu Qingzhou wants to peel off the paint on them, and... has already partially peeled off.
How can you be called righteous if you disregard your face and work hard in front of the world for a few divine swords?
Will people still believe the slogans you shouted and the tiger skins you pulled?
Let Zhao Hao try the sword. If he succeeds, King Xishuo will no longer be able to sit still when his emotions have been affected by the formation. At that time, if he was for a sword, even his own son If no one cares about him anymore, who will believe that he is a benevolent and righteous person?
But it doesn’t matter if we don’t take this step. At most, it’s just a little less interesting, and it doesn’t affect the big plan.
It's a bit of a shame, but okay.
When Zhao Hao came on stage, King Xishuo looked so ugly. When Zhao Hao stepped down, this biological father would definitely go up on his own - oh no, when Zhao Hao let go of his hand, King Xishuo I can't wait to walk to the stage.
The effect of this formation is really good. A prince who was originally very deep-seated and intangible of emotions and anger was also affected by this.
"In this case..."
Fu Qingzhou said: "Are you going to do it...eh?"
His eyes widened and he looked at the scene in front of him in shock.
King Xishuo, who quietly walked out of the crowd and was about to climb onto the high platform, also stopped in shock.
Not to mention the countless people in the audience... their mouths were wide open, their eyes were wide open, and their faces were full of astonishment.
Zhao Hao has let go of his hand, taken a step back, and is ready to step down.
But at this moment, the ceremonial sword on the sword stand suddenly jumped up with that bright yellow light...
It slipped into Zhao Hao's hands again.
(End of this chapter)