After rebirth, she married the prince of the enemy country

Chapter 674

The past is vivid, and even things that were once vague have gradually become clear.

Emperor Zhao seemed to be lost in thought, and Ling Yan stood quietly by the side without making a sound.

After a while, he heard a long sigh, "I'm used to thinking twice before acting, but now that I don't have much time left, I want to be willful for a while."

As he spoke, he looked at Ling Yan.

There was even a gleam of light in the cloudy eyes.

Ling Yan narrowed his eyes, "What does Father want to do?"

Emperor Zhao didn't answer, but said, "I just want to ask you, if someone rebels, or the northwest raises troops to attack the capital, can you suppress it?"

The man-made rebellion in central Beijing is naturally none other than Wu Yongda; while the northwest is where King Su's fief is located.

He didn't think that Ling Qi, who was in the fief, would stay there in an orderly manner.

For ambitious people, they are not necessarily good at strategy, but they must be good at dormancy.

Like a wolf hiding in the dark, when the time is right, it will quickly move out and bite its prey fiercely.

After these words fell, the imperial study room suddenly fell silent.

Emperor Zhao stared at the person in front of him with piercing eyes, while Ling Yan looked at him calmly.

Like a silent communication.

Suddenly, Ling Yan stretched his lips, and his voice became brighter, "Whatever father wants to do, just do it, and other things, I will take care of it."

"it is good!"

Emperor Zhao responded with a loud voice, full of energy, not at all tired as before.

The eye sockets were slightly sore, but they quickly lowered their eyes, preventing Ling Yan from seeing the emotion in them clearly.

He reached out to pick up the teacup in front of him, and took a sip. The cool tea suppressed the tumbling thoughts in his heart.

In the past, he would always tell Ling Yan not to be afraid, to act boldly, and no matter what happened, his father would always take care of him.

Now, Ling Yan can actually promise that he will be willful once he wants to, and leave the rest to him.

It's like a cycle.

The seedlings he had poured his heart and soul into had grown into towering trees, so even if he closed his eyes at this moment, he would have no regrets.

After the father and son finished talking, it was rare for Ling Yan to leave. Instead, he stayed in the imperial study and picked up the memorials piled up on the table and began to review them.

Emperor Zhao was still nestled on the soft couch, he didn't move his position, he just changed to a more comfortable position, and picked up his idle book to read again.

The scene is rare and harmonious.

Tick, tick, tick.

The summer rain came in a hurry, and before he could react, the heavy rain poured down, hitting the roof and the wall straight, covering it with a bang.

From a distance, it looks like a layer of fog has formed on the roof, which is not clear.

Small voices are also covered up.

Wu Yongda is not on duty today, standing under the eaves outside the hall, watching the raindrops dripping in front of him.

The clothes at his feet were already wet, but he didn't care much.

His vision was faint, passing through the rain curtain, and falling on the person who was gradually approaching with an umbrella.

It wasn't until Shujiu walked under the eaves and put away the oil-paper umbrella that Wu Yongda turned around and stepped into the threshold with his hands behind his back, "Come in and talk."

"Yes."

Shu Jiu shook off the rain on his body, and followed him into the main room, "Commander, I found out, Mr. Zeng is the son of former deputy general Guo Kang, and his real name should be Guo Tianyou."

"Crack-"

Before Shu Jiu finished speaking, a crack suddenly appeared on the teacup in Wu Yongda's hand.

When he let go of his hand, the teacups scattered, and the tea spilled all over the floor, staining his sleeves, but he remained expressionless.

"Guo Kang," Wu Yongda paused, "So it was him."

(End of this chapter)