Xuanxia

Chapter 729 The Prince’s Heart

"You said, my father, the king, holds a tablet and calls him Lord?"

Zhao Hao’s expression deeply illustrates what “creepy” means.

He took a deep breath: "How is this possible?"

Fu Qingzhou gulped down a mouthful of wine and sighed, "Why would I lie to you about something like this?"

"..."

Zhao Hao's face looked terribly gloomy and he couldn't utter a word for a long time.

After a long while, he said in a cold voice: "The one who can make father hold the tablet in person may be the late emperor, but, but..."

After pondering for a long time, he said depressedly: "Who would hold a tablet and call the Lord?!"

After saying that, he let out a long breath and was about to stand up: "I want to go back and ask my father in person to clarify the matter!"

Fu Qingzhou sat there, took another sip of wine, and said nothing.

Zhao Hao stood up halfway and turned back awkwardly: "You won't stop me?"

"Why are you being stopped?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled wryly: "If you are locked up again, I won't be able to control you."

"..."

Zhao Hao sat back awkwardly.

After a moment's silence, he asked, "You didn't doubt me?"

"Suspicion is bullshit." Fu Qingzhou complained: "Since the beginning of the Fanyin Temple, how many times have you helped to break their plans? If you are an undercover agent, you should be the kind of undercover who has reached the top level of the organization."

Zhao Hao sighed deeply.

"No wonder."

He shook his head and said, "When I helped you deal with the Fanyin Temple, my father didn't agree...After the Hidden Dragon Hundred Heroes Conference, he put all kinds of restrictions on me. So this is the reason."

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and glanced at Zhao Hao.

The prince who used to be full of vigor, pride and elegance, now had a gloomy face, sighed sadly, and looked like he was dying.

“I just thought about that.”

Fu Qingzhou said in a deep voice: "No matter who the lord is, Huijue and Jiang Baichuan must be killed, and their plans must be broken. This makes no difference to me - but what about you?"

"Yeah, what about me?"

Zhao Hao was a little mad: "I can't go and fight my father with a knife, right?! And!"

His eyes were bloodshot: "Why didn't he tell me these things!"

"Tell you?" Fu Qingzhou raised his eyebrows: "Tell you, you help him do things?"

"Fu Qingzhou, I'm telling you frankly, this is nothing."

Zhao Hao took a deep breath, looked up at the sky, and said quietly, "If my father had told me all this in my early years, trained me, and tempered me, and then asked me to help him do those things that hurt the heavens and the earth, I would not necessarily refuse."

Fu Qingzhou raised his brows even higher.

"You should be able to see that I have never been a moralist."

Zhao Hao sneered, "Hey, but damn, do you know how my father taught me since I was a child?"

He said in a shocking voice: "Benevolence! Righteousness! Propriety! Wisdom! Trustworthiness!"

Fu Qingzhou burst out laughing.

Yes, a person who always talks about benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness, suddenly raised demons like Jiang Baichuan and Huikong, and allowed them to kill people everywhere and create mountains of corpses and seas of blood. As a son, Zhao Hao must have felt a great sense of separation.

"After listening to you, I have only one idea."

Zhao Hao had a blank expression on his face: "Is the father I know really the father?"

"I'm afraid you have another idea in your mind?"

Fu Qingzhou said leisurely: "You have always wanted your father to recognize your ability, but now it seems that he did such a big thing without telling you at all. This proves that in his heart... you are nothing."

"You don't have to be so blunt." Zhao Hao's face became even more depressed. He picked up the jar of wine and took a few more sips.

As the two talked, they each drank most of the jar of wine, and neither of them used their true energy to dispel the smell of alcohol, so they both smelled strongly of alcohol.

"So, what are your plans next?"

Fu Qingzhou asked seriously, "You can't just pretend you don't know, right?"

Zhao Hao scratched his head: "No?"

Fu Qingzhou rolled his eyes.

Zhao Hao sighed, "No more jokes. I know you came to see me today not just to drink. If I don't express my opinion, I'm afraid I won't be able to leave this Shudu City." "Shudu City?"

Fu Qingzhou laughed and said, "You underestimate me, don't you? The fact that you can climb down from the roof by yourself is incompetent of mine."

Zhao Hao drank again.

He is the son of Xishuo King Zhao Liang, a disciple of Qianfang Baixiao Tower, a royal relative, and a favored child of heaven.

No matter which identity he has, it is enough for him to run rampant in the world without any scruples.

However, his identity now has become his shackles.

"I haven't asked you yet."

Zhao Hao wiped his mouth and asked calmly, "You tested Sister Zhao Xia and Senior Brother Lan, what was the result?"

Fu Qingzhou smiled and said, "They all have problems."

"Haha, as expected."

Zhao Hao smiled bitterly and said, "Sister Zhao Xia knows, Song Yu knows, Senior Brother Lan knows, everyone knows, except me."

As he spoke, he raised his head and sighed, "If I choose to stand on your side, it means that I am standing against my father and master. Then, what do I have left?"

Fu Qingzhou was silent for a moment, then said calmly: "Benevolence, righteousness, courtesy, wisdom, and trustworthiness."

Zhao Hao was stunned for a moment, then burst into laughter!

He laughed so hard that he fell down, and the jar of wine in his hand almost rolled off the roof, but Fu Qingzhou was quick enough to grab it back.

Zhao Hao just sat on the roof, holding his stomach and laughing so hard that tears came out of his eyes.

The laughter became more and more hoarse and hoarse. At the end, he finally sat up, wiped the tears of laughter, took back the jar of wine, tilted his head back and drank it all in one gulp.

The wine instantly spilled all over his face and chest.

Fu Qingzhou turned his head and looked at him quietly without saying anything.

Finally, after washing his face with wine for a long time, Zhao Hao finally put down the jar and spoke.

“I can’t make a decision.”

He hung his head and whispered, "Take me away. I don't want to go against my father, nor do I want to help him."

"Okay." Fu Qingzhou agreed straightforwardly: "Finish the wine first?"

Zhao Hao tilted his head and glanced at him: "I want to go to the brothel, is that okay?"

Zheng!
Fu Qingzhou pulled out a long knife.

Zhao Hao laughed: "Just kidding, just kidding."

"It seems that you are in a good mood." Fu Qingzhou curled his lips and said, "You have a good character."

"Well, anyway, just lock me up and let me think about it for a while." Zhao Hao shook his head and said, "Also, can you tell me what the big secret you have been planning is?"

"Don't worry, you'll know soon." Fu Qingzhou smiled at him and patted his shoulder. "What a pity! I was planning to let you take some of the credit so that you can show off in front of your father when you return."

"let's discuss it later."

Zhao Hao smiled dejectedly: "Maybe I will be willing to help you then?"

"Forget it until you figure it out." Fu Qingzhou sneered: "Have you finished your drink? Let's go."

Zhao Hao responded, then climbed up, shaking his head, and walked to the edge of the roof. Like a frustrated man, he jumped down.

Fu Qingzhou was startled, but when he stuck his head out, he saw the little fat boy falling lightly to the ground.

"Qinggong is really good."

He sighed, followed closely and jumped down.

It was already late at night and there were few people on the street. After the two men landed, they could faintly hear footsteps on the surrounding streets. Soon, several secret envoys from the Mingjian Pavilion arrived.

Zhao Hao tilted his head and glanced at Fu Qingzhou.

"No need to tie him up."

Fu Qingzhou ordered: "Just take him away."

"Yes." The secret envoys responded, and then clasped their fists and bowed to Zhao Hao: "Prince, please."

Zhao Hao laughed and without further ado, strode after the secret envoys.

When their figures disappeared at the end of the street, another voice was heard from the shadows.

"Brother Fu, I'm here."

(End of this chapter)