Xuanxia

Chapter 1068 Fish

On the edge of Xishuo Province, the Northern Frontier Army camp.

Dozens of miles away, flames shot up into the sky, illuminating the night sky. Even across the plain without mountains or water, they could be seen clearly in the camp from a distance.

On a small hill a few hundred steps outside the camp, Hong Ruohai sat leisurely, looking at the fire and chewing a piece of grass in his mouth.

"Hey, Marshal Hong, you are old and still chewing grass roots like a youngster? You burned down a granary of the Xishuo Army. Shouldn't we celebrate?"

A teasing voice came from not far away.

Hong Ruohai didn't look back or even raise his eyelids.

However, his nostrils slightly closed.

"Where did you get the wine?" Hong Ruohai asked casually.

With a thud, a large jar of wine was placed down beside him.

Afterwards, Zhao Hao sat down. He no longer dressed up as a spirit dragon, but just showed his face, openly and confidently.

"With my legs and feet, I can do anything." He smiled and said, "Want some?"

"You've already brought this to me. If I don't drink, it's too disrespectful of you to drink."

Hong Ruohai smiled and spit out the grass roots in his mouth: "Do you have a bowl?"

As if by magic, Zhao Hao took out two large bowls from his arms.

The two men broke the seals on the wine jars, filled two large bowls, and drank them all in one gulp with a light clink of the wine.

"Tsk, this wine is just average."

Hong Ruohai finished his drink and smacked his lips: "Don't do it next time."

"You're picky about what you have to drink. I won't give it to you next time." Zhao Hao said disdainfully.

He and Hong Ruohai had vastly different statuses, but the old and the young seemed like close friends regardless of age difference, and they spoke to each other without any reservations.

"Why do you suddenly want to drink?" Hong Ruohai said that the wine was not good, and at the same time, he picked up the wine jar and started to pour himself a glass of wine: "Thinking that I will face your father soon, are you in a bad mood?"

"It's inevitable."

Zhao Hao curled his lips and sighed, "News has also come from the east. The Lan family has been destroyed, the Yuan family has surrendered, and the Xishuo Army in Shu is running westward like crazy. They will soon run into us. The final battle is about to begin... I'm so nervous."

"What are you nervous about?"

Hong Ruohai asked leisurely, "Are you afraid of not being able to win, or are you afraid of seeing Zhao Liang being tried or even killed?"

He asked very directly. Zhao Hao opened his mouth, but no words came out and he remained silent.

Hong Ruohai didn't ask any more questions and poured a bowl of wine for Zhao Hao.

The two clinked their bowls again and drank it all in one gulp.

"He is my father after all."

Zhao Hao swallowed the liquor, his voice a little hoarse, and he slowly said: "Now everyone says that he is an unforgivable traitor and evil ghost, but in my memory, he is just an overly serious father who doesn't care about my feelings... and when I was younger, he would often smile at me and play with me."

"The 'King of Xishuo Zhao Liang' you mentioned seems to be a completely different person from the father I remember."

"I know. I talked to him face to face at the Xuanmeng Ceremony three years ago. I know what he is doing and what he wants to do, but..."

He smiled bitterly: "I still feel that it's so disconnected."

"You've already reached this level of status. There's no point in reasoning with you. You can figure it out on your own."

Hong Ruohai smiled and said, "Drink."

"drink wine!"

Zhao Hao waved his arms, shouted loudly, picked up the wine jar and began to pour wine.

But as soon as he started pouring the wine, his hand suddenly trembled, and the jar of wine almost slipped out of his hand and fell over. It was Hong Ruohai who held it steadily.

"What's wrong?"

Hong Ruohai raised his eyebrows. Zhao Hao said nothing, but looked at the ring on his right thumb in shock.

The ring was trembling slightly.

Hong Ruohai's eyes fixed.

"Father... is looking for me." Zhao Hao took a breath, his voice trembling at the same frequency as the ring: "And, he is nearby!"

The carefree look in Hong Ruohai's eyes naturally faded away, and his expression gradually became solemn, returning to being the old man who commanded countless elite soldiers, fought on the battlefield all his life, and at the same time controlled one of the four great families.

"Go right away."

He said in a deep voice: "I will immediately arrange for people to hunt."

"No, no... Marshal Hong, no!"

Zhao Hao clenched his right thumb with his left hand, sweat dripping down his forehead: "I...I'll go see him myself!"

"Zhao Hao."

Hong Ruohai's voice deepened: "Do you know how many people would be saved if we could capture and kill him right now?"

"I know I know!"

Zhao Hao gritted his teeth and said, "I am not someone who doesn't know the overall situation! Like this...like this, you give me something, and if I feel something is wrong, I will notify you immediately! But before I send the letter, don't come over!"

Hong Ruohai frowned and remained silent.

"Marshal Hong, since my father dared to come near here and called me over, it means he is not afraid of us!"

Zhao Hao glared at him: "No one knows what he is here for. Since he came to find me, let me go... Don't act recklessly! Even if you really want to capture him, you need to find out the situation before you act!"

After thinking for a moment, Hong Ruohai nodded slightly.

"rational."

"Be careful yourself."

……

After an incense stick of time, they arrived at a small lake twenty miles away from the Northern Frontier Army camp.

Zhao Hao came flying in the air like a giant bird, and landed on the ground lightly and weightlessly.

By the lake, a figure wearing a bamboo hat was sitting on a rock, holding a bamboo pole in his hand with a line tied to the top of the pole hanging down into the water... he was fishing.

When Zhao Hao saw this familiar shadow, his breathing became heavier.

But after all, he was no longer the prince he used to be. He quickly adjusted his mood, suppressed his emotions, and slowly walked forward.

At this moment, there was a splashing sound, and the fisherman lifted the bamboo pole, pulled out a flapping fish from the water, and held it in his hand.

Zhao Hao took two more steps forward, then suddenly stopped, with a look of horror in his eyes.

With the help of moonlight, he clearly saw the fisherman put the live fish to his mouth and took a bite!
Then the other person turned his head.

Zhao Liang sat by the lake, with a gentle and calm smile on his face, but his lips were covered in blood. There were fish scales on his lips, and he was holding the bloody fish in his hands, with bone spurs protruding outwards, still thrashing. He smiled and said, "Shenzhi, what's wrong?"

"Father, you..."

Zhao Hao's pupils trembled: "Fish..."

"Oh, fish."

Zhao Liang looked down at the half-dead fish in his hand, then put it to his mouth and took a big bite!
After this bite, the fish could hardly struggle anymore and its strength was getting weaker and weaker.

Zhao Liang bit off a piece of fish meat with scales and blood on it, and without removing the bones, he started chewing it with big mouthfuls, showing a look of satisfaction.

"My father was injured, and his qi and blood are deficient. He needs to be replenished... Fish can replenish the qi in the middle and lower parts of the body. It is a good thing to replenish the deficiency."

As he spoke, he handed the fish, which was still struggling to flick its tail, forward and said, "Would you like some too?"

Zhao Hao could no longer remain calm. He looked at Zhao Liang in horror, tears welling up in his eyes, but he hardly noticed it. He just said in a hoarse voice, "Father, what happened to you?"

(End of this chapter)