Xuanxia

Chapter 727 The First Emperor
In reality, Fu Qingzhou slowly opened his eyes.

He rubbed his eyebrows, looking helpless.

"How?" Master Baihe narrowed his eyes and asked, "Who is it?"

"A lot of people."

Fu Qingzhou didn't raise his head, but said softly: "There are a lot of people."

Seeing that he was being vague, Master Jingming frowned slightly and said, "With Qingjiangzi's realm, you should have been able to see the most important person. Could it be that you didn't see him?"

"seen."

Fu Qingzhou sighed softly: "But...it's hard to say."

"Why not?" Master Baihe also frowned. "He is no more than a patriarch or a prince. You have the support of the Emperor and Mingjian Pavilion. What is there to be afraid of?"

"It's not fear..."

Fu Qingzhou scratched his head and said helplessly: "It's hard for me to tell you. How about this, I'll go out for a while and tell you later?"

This was a rather shameless statement, and even Qiu Chan felt that it was inappropriate, so she advised: "Qing Zhou, this is a big deal after all, you can't be ambiguous."

"Fu Qingzhou, I'll just say it straight."

Baihe Zhenren said calmly: "Whether it is my Ziqi Xianfeng Temple or other sects in the martial arts world such as Wandu Mountain and Changqing Escort Agency, we are willing to follow you because you have the support of the emperor and Mingjian Pavilion. Therefore, no matter who the opponent is, we can follow you with our heads on the line."

"Although we are practitioners, we are also laymen."

She said leisurely, "To put it bluntly, Dayan Jiangshan has Ning Baimei and Hong Ruohai, and the righteous cultivation world has Huikong... plus your unreliable uncle Qingsongzi, it's not an exaggeration to say that just the four of them can rule the world, and no enemy can cause any trouble, but..."

"Now, your attitude makes me suspicious."

Bai He narrowed his eyes: "Before, you were not afraid of any opponent, but now you are hesitant. Don't tell me that the people we are going to deal with are Ning Baimei, Hong Ruohai and others, right?"

"Stop, stop..." Fu Qingzhou said with a wry smile: "Senior, the more you talk, the more outrageous it gets. How is this possible?"

There was still some suspicion in Master Baihe's eyes.

"It's just that this matter is a bit complicated. I don't know how to tell you."

Fu Qingzhou scratched his head: "So I want to go out for a walk and calm down."

Master Baihe was about to speak, but Master Jingming spoke first: "If you want to go, go ahead."

Fu Qingzhou felt as if he had been pardoned. He bowed, then hurriedly pushed the door open and left.

Baihe Zhenren curled his lips, sat down aside, and turned his gaze to Qiuchan: "Xiaochan, tell me, what is your man thinking about?"

"What do you mean my man?"

Qiu Chan's eyes widened: "We are innocent! Master, please be careful with your words!"

"Yes, yes, it's clear and innocent." Baihe Zhenren sneered: "So, what do you think he is thinking?"

Qiu Chan hesitated for a moment and said slowly: "I don't know."

Master Baihe rolled his eyes fiercely.

Qiu Chan smiled awkwardly and said, "Okay, Master, he will eventually say what he wants to say. Let's deal with the current matter first, shall we?"

As she spoke, she looked at Qingjiangzi on the ground: "How should we deal with him?"

"Hmph, leave it to me." Jing Ming Zhenren said coldly: "Although we have long left the True Immortal Palace, but... we may not be unable to clean up the mess."

Hearing about cleaning up the house, Baihe Zhenren suddenly became interested. Her beautiful eyes were shining with excitement: "Together! Together!"

Zhenren Jingming smiled slightly, did not refuse, and nodded. The two of them, one in front and one behind, picked up the cocoon of Qingjiangzi who was still unconscious, turned into a gust of wind, knocked the window open, and disappeared.

In the room, Qiu Chan blinked, walked to the door, looked in the direction where Fu Qingzhou disappeared, and bit her lip.

"The thing that could make him upset couldn't be related to his friends, right?"

……

On the rooftop of a tall building somewhere in Shudu City.

Zhao Hao sat here alone, looking up at the bright moon with a calm expression, an empty jar of wine spinning in his hand.

"Why are you drinking alone?"

At this moment, a voice came from behind him.

Zhao Hao didn't even turn his head, but a look of annoyance appeared on his face. He pouted and said, "What are you doing here?" The person who came was naturally Fu Qingzhou.

He sat down next to Zhao Hao and handed him another jar of wine: "Let's drink together."

"What's wrong?" Zhao Hao sneered, "You kept it a secret from me when you were doing something important, but now you're suddenly showing your affection to me? Special Envoy Fu, I'm afraid you've found some evidence of the Xishuo Palace's crimes, right?"

Fu Qingzhou was silent.

"Ah? No, please explain clearly!"

Seeing him like this, Zhao Hao panicked: "Did you really find out?!"

"Not entirely."

Fu Qingzhou hesitated for a moment and asked, "Do you know what kind of person the late emperor was? And how did he... die?"

"The late emperor?" Zhao Hao was stunned: "Why would you ask the late emperor?"

"Because I thought about it and felt something was strange."

Fu Qingzhou's face showed no special emotions, and he said calmly: "Before, I knew that the previous emperor died of an acute illness. Later, I heard that when Ning Baimei took office, the previous emperor was already old and died a few years later... So, later he supported the current emperor."

As he spoke, a trace of doubt appeared on his face: "But...how old was the emperor at that time? Was the emperor born at such an old age?"

Zhao Hao raised his eyebrows: "You haven't read the secret scroll of the Imperial Clan in Mingjian Pavilion?"

"Ok?"

Fu Qingzhou was startled: "Should I turn over?"

"Normally, someone of your level must have seen it before." Zhao Hao smiled wryly, "But I guess so too, you definitely don't have the time to watch it."

Fu Qingzhou winked and said, "Stop keeping me in suspense and tell me now."

"When the late emperor passed away, he was only thirty-four years old." Zhao Hao said leisurely.

Fu Qingzhou was shocked: "Thirty-four years old? How can you say he is old?"

"As I said, I'm sick."

Zhao Hao sighed, "In the last few years of the late emperor, he looked a little older every day. In just two or three years, he seemed to have aged thirty or forty years..."

Fu Qingzhou was stunned.

"Anyway, his illness is very serious, and my father has tried countless methods to help him, but none of them worked... Master Xiangjian tried it himself, but the result was the same, and in the end, no one even found the cause."

Zhao Hao looked at the night sky in the distance and shrugged: "The late emperor was in poor health and only had one heir left, so that's it."

As he said that, he turned to Fu Qingzhou and asked in confusion: "Why are you asking these questions?"

"I'm curious about one thing."

Fu Qingzhou scratched his head and asked, "Does your father have a good relationship with the late emperor?"

"That's for sure." Zhao Hao said frankly, "There were many brothers in their generation, and there were a lot of troubles when they were fighting for the throne... This is because of your special status. I dare to tell you that at that time, the late emperor relied on my father's assistance to ascend to the throne, so the relationship between the two brothers is very good."

"When the late emperor passed away... my father was sad for a long, long time."

He spread his hands and said, "It was only since the last emperor fell seriously ill that father began to pay great attention to cultivation. This habit has continued to this day. Perhaps he is afraid that similar things will happen to people around him again, right?"

Fu Qingzhou sighed softly.

The doubt in Zhao Hao's eyes still remained unchanged.

"still have a question."

Fu Qingzhou asked again: "Do you know what kind of person the late emperor was?"

"Well..." Zhao Hao scratched his head. "I have heard my father mention him a lot. He said he was a very capable and strategic monarch. However, my father also had some complaints about the way the late emperor handled things. He thought that the late emperor sometimes acted rather erratically and lost the etiquette of an emperor."

"That……"

Fu Qingzhou asked tentatively: "Did the late emperor leave any will before he passed away?"

Zhao Hao couldn't hold it in any longer: "No, buddy, what do you want to say?"

"Ugh."

Fu Qingzhou said helplessly: "I now suspect that the 'lord' is the deceased emperor."

(End of this chapter)