Chapter 798 Reason
Zhao Hao’s questioning voice echoed in the white mist, and there were echoes and echoes endlessly.
After a long while, King Xishuo's voice came from the fog again.
“The king, the minister, the father, the son.”
“The king, the minister, always comes before the father and the son.”
"You chose to stand on the side of the emperor, and you did not hesitate to go against your father for this. This... is the reason why Li Jian chose you?"
"But this is wrong."
"It's about your parents. How can you comply with etiquette when you do something like this?"
His tone was still calm and calm, but there was obviously something hidden behind it. Unexplainable unwillingness.
While talking, King Xishuo also walked out of the fog.
His figure loomed in the vast white mist, with his hands behind his back and his steps steady. He did not come closer, but stopped not far away, just enough for Zhao Hao to see him, but what he saw was just a figure in the mist. The silhouettes of faces and figures appear and disappear.
"Huh."
Zhao Hao shook his head in disbelief: "Up to now, you are still only thinking about the ceremonial sword?"
"Why not?" Xi Shuo Wang said calmly: "This sword was made by my holy ancestor of the Zhao family. What it recognizes is right, but how can you be right?"
"Why am I not right?"< br>
Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and said: "Father! Do you know what you are doing! Your men are all the most evil people in the world! How many people have you killed! Don't human lives matter?"
" Everyone is responsible for the rise and fall of the world." King Xishuo said calmly: "Their death is more important than Mount Tai. I will remember that when the great event is completed, they... will all be compensated."
"Compensation? !"
Zhao Hao looked at his father like a madman: "How can we compensate for death?"
"Death is just a long sleep."
King Xishuo remained calm: "Since it is a long sleep, it will naturally wake up, and the same is true for people. Even if they die, they can still live."
Zhao Hao was stunned.
“Don’t you want to know why my father did these things?” Wang Xishuo said leisurely: “Okay, my father will tell you—but first hand over the ceremonial sword.”
Zhao Hao’s pupils condensed.
But King Xishuo... didn't seem to intend to discuss it with him.
After saying that, two more people walked out of the fog.
It is... Lan Xiyu holding the sword of wisdom, and Yuan Zizhen holding the sword of benevolence.
"Oh, Lord Yuan?"
Zhao Hao sneered: "Are you from that side too?"
"Prince, you don't understand." Yuan Zizhen said calmly: "What we are doing is right."
Zhao Hao looked complicated.
He knew that Yuan Zi really came to find Fu Qingzhou, and he also knew that Yuan Zi really said that he was "an undercover agent", but... is this true?
The imperial court is no longer able to investigate from the level of a second-grade official, with the authority of Qianfang Baixiao Tower.
"Master..."
He looked at Lan Xiyu again with a complicated expression: "You..."
"Be careful." Lan Xiyu had already taken off the bamboo hat on her head at this time, revealing her graceful true appearance, and said with a smile: "The prince asked you to learn the art from my teacher just so that it can come in handy when we do things. Although Due to various changes, we have to speed up the process, and there is no time to tell you everything, but in fact, the prince values you very much."
Zhao Hao sneered again.
"Accident?"
He sneered: "This so-called incident, does it mean that the Fanyin Temple was destroyed to skin people and refine human elixirs? Or was it the destruction of Huijue to spread plague and create floods? ? Or maybe they influenced Wuli Village to recruit gangsters and do evil in secret? "It's because Fu Qingzhou and the others influenced you to do evil, that's why it's an 'accident', right?" br>
After the three people on the opposite side were silent for a moment, King Xishuo spoke leisurely again.
"Shenzhi, it's good that you are kind-hearted."
He said slowly: "But you don't understand."
"Listen to your father. ." Lan Xiyu also said in time: "Give him the gift sword and we will tell you everything."
Zhao Hao laughed, but there was no smile on his face.
None of these three people moved, and they were always standing in the fog not far away. But to him, these three people seemed to be approaching little by little, making him subconsciously want to retreat.
At this moment, Fu Qingzhou's voice sounded in his ears again.
"Let...him...find a way...to know...why..."
His voice was still weak, even more exaggerated than before, as if he was going to die at any time. Average.
Zhao Hao’s eyebrows jumped.
After a moment of silence, he raised his head and asked in a trembling voice: "I gave you the sword, will you really tell me?" "Why do you do this?" King Xishuo said leisurely: "My father may have told you, but have I ever lied to you?" "...No"
Zhao Hao. He lowered his head and answered truthfully.
Yes, he had to admit that his father had never lied to him.
He just looked down upon himself and was too lazy to care about himself, and expressed all his emotions without concealment, not even bothering to pretend to coax him.
"Okay, I will give you the gift sword."
Zhao Hao said dejectedly: "You must tell me what is going on."
After that, He sighed deeply, carefully retracted the hand that was supporting Hua Wuying, and let him lean on him reluctantly. Then he used this hand to untie the ceremonial sword and threw it far away.
In the white mist, King Xishuo's eyes lit up, he took a step forward, reached out and caught the sword.
Yes, he caught the sword.
No one knows what he said or did before catching the sword, but...he just caught the sword.
The ritual sword did not reject him, and was held tightly by him.
"Okay...Okay!"
King Xishuo's eyes showed a rare and obvious joy. He lowered his head to look at the ceremonial sword and gently stroked it with his left hand.
But soon, he regained his composure, slowly raised his head and looked at Zhao Hao.
"If you want to know why, my father will tell you."
At this time, his tone softened slightly: "But this matter is too shocking. After you listen, , must not be leaked to others."
Zhao Hao said in a low voice: "I am just doing information, how can I leak it?"
But after saying this, he felt a little confused. He felt guilty. After all, he had leaked out a lot of information about Bai Xiaolou since he became friends with Fu Qingzhou.
So, he could only sigh: "I know, I won't tell others."
"Yes."
Seeing his promise, King Xishuo nodded with satisfaction: "Then listen carefully...the current emperor is a thief who steals the country."
"Huh?" Zhao Hao was stunned.
After hearing this, his first reaction was not surprise, but amusement.
The emperor is a thief?
Are you kidding me? That was his cousin, the only heir of the late emperor, the blood of the old Zhao family. Didn't his father take the two brothers to the Qing Dynasty back then?
"I know, you are shocked."
King Xishuo said leisurely: "But the fact is that he is no longer the son of the late emperor, let alone your cousin, the one dormant in the body No one knows whose soul it is."
"He is an outsider with unknown identity and origin. The death of the previous emperor was mysterious, and Ning Baimei was eager to help the current emperor ascend the throne. In the meantime, of course, There is a problem.”
Zhao Hao laughed: "Isn't this too taken for granted? His Majesty the late emperor was ill, and Master Xiangjian had to work a lot for this! What's more, there were still several princes who had the intention...the intention...that Didn’t you also help me settle it?”
“At that time, my father didn’t know everything.”
King Xishuo said calmly: “Until... the late emperor got it. Magical skills, resurrecting the dead, and even breaking through the soul path, I can see through it all."
"Shenzhi, what my father is doing is not rebellion as you think. On the contrary, we are helping Zhao. The family recaptured Dayan and helped the late emperor return to his throne."
Zhao Hao was stunned.
He even forgot for a moment whether he was stalling for time or really listening to his father's story.
“Wait, that’s not right!”
Zhao Hao shook his head vigorously and gritted his teeth: “But if you are doing it for justice, why do you want to kill so many people! Why do you want to recruit so many evil people? ! Your methods are all wrong, how can you do the right thing?"
"My father may have a different understanding of life and death."
King Xishuo. He said calmly: "I said that the late emperor has been through life and death, and the dead can also be resurrected."
"I don't believe it!" Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and said, "I don't believe it at all!"
"Alas..."
King Xishuo finally sighed: "That's all, Xiyu, Zizhen, Don't kill him yet. I'll talk to him later..."
"Huh? Don't stop? Keep talking?"
At this time, a voice came from the fog. The voice interrupted him!
Everyone was shocked.
"Go on."
Where the voice came from, a figure walked leisurely from the fog, and said with a smile: "Tell me how I stole the country? And tell me, how do you plan to replace it?" My father’s return to the country?”
This person is none other than Zhao Yuan.
He was holding an empty scabbard in his hand. There was some blood on the scabbard, which was smeared from his newly cut palm...
(End of this chapter)