Chapter 205 The Wrath of the Lord's Father 5

A loud bang. Zhao He sat on the ground with a frightened face, and his whole body subconsciously leaned back, which had shrunk into a ball.

The table less than two inches beside him had been split in half. The angry father, with a long sword in his hand, stepped on the table and stared at the panicked Zhao He on the ground.

"Stand up and look at your coward. Where is the son of Zhao Yong, who is like the Lord of Zhao?"

Zhao He struggled on the ground several times before he stood up trembling all over.

He was really scared. At that moment, when the master waved his sword at him, he really thought that his father was going to kill him.

When Zhao Yong saw his son like this, he was even more angry and even a little disgusted.

He has been strong in his life and has never been afraid of anything, but his most spoiled son is so weak. When the sharp blades were added, he not only did not resist and dodge, but also closed his eyes and waited for death because of fear, which made Zhao Yong more and more hateful.

He suddenly realized that his previous judgment seemed to be wrong. He originally thought that Zhao He Congmin was easy to learn and humble, and was more suitable to be the king of Zhao to inherit his career than his eldest son Zhao Zhang, who had no strategy. But now it seems that a monarch who lacks courage and courage, even if he has a strong national strength as a backing, can still habitual retreat in front of a powerful country.

The State of Zhao may be a good country in his hands, and Zhao He will also be a good master. Under his rule, the State of Zhao may have a prosperous country and the people will continue to isolate from the war with the Central Plains, but it also missed the opportunity to replace Qin Qi as the hegemon of the world.

Because Zhao He did not have the courage to take Zhao Guo's future and gas operation as a bet. He is so cautious that he is not even willing to take a little risk.

In the Taiping era, Zhao He would be an excellent monarch. But in the world of the law of the jungle, Zhao He's cowardice will only make Zhao Guobai miss countless opportunities to be more powerful.

At this moment, Zhao Yong's idea of regaining the king's power is extremely strong. He is determined to take back everything he has once let go, so that the whole State of Zhao will become a powerful war machine under his leadership. In the State of Qin, in the State of Qi, and in the princes of the world.

As for Zhao He, Zhao Yong has already thought about what to do with him, that is, to take back his royal power, still retain his throne, and put him under house arrest in the palace. When he conquered this great country and laid the foundation for the State of Zhao, the world was really peaceful at that time. At that time, it would be good to let him, the king of Zhao, come out to take over.

Poor Zhao He, whose body trembled like a sieve, couldn't figure out what his master thought. In his still immature eyes, he only saw his father holding a long sword in his hand and looking at himself fiercely. Sometimes he gritted his teeth, sometimes he cut his teeth, and his face was uncertain. In his eyes were a kind of indifference and ruthlessness that he had never seen before.

He felt that his father was thinking about how to depose himself and deprive him of everything he had.

I'm even thinking about how to kill myself!

At that moment, he was only afraid and afraid of his father.

He almost thought he was going to die, dying under the sword of his father who once loved him the most, and at the hands of his once beloved father.

But at this moment, the sound of footsteps outside the door made him see hope.

" Stop it!" There was a loud shout.

Zhao He looked out of the door, but was surprised to see the faces of Feiyi and Zhao Cheng, as well as a large number of Jiashi who poured in.

"Master, help me."

"Uncle, help me."

Zhao He staggered to the ground and almost crawled over the ground. From time to time, he looked back at his father in fear until he was helped by Feiyi that his fear subsided slightly.

In this process, Zhao Yong was motionless. He just looked coldly at his son's ugly posture on the ground, watched him crawl past him awkwardly, and looked at him look at himself with fear that a son should not have, but his heart was dripping blood.

He had only one thought in his mind at this time: This is Zhao Yong's son, the son I thought could entrust the whole State of Zhao!

He didn't stop him, and didn't even look at Feiyi and Zhao Cheng. Suddenly, there was a feeling of despair in his heart. Only after the father was extremely disappointed with his son did he feel sad.

At that moment, he suddenly had a feeling of excitement, as if he felt that everything he had done seemed to be meaningless. It turned out that many things had been out of his control.

"Your Majesty, I forgive you for coming late." Zhao Cheng stepped forward and stopped Zhao He, and his eyes were full of vigilance at Zhao Yong, who was holding a long sword.

In contrast, it is Feiyi's complicated look at the master. There is confusion, confusion, anger, and regret.

There is even a trace of pity.

At this time, he had fallen asleep at home, but was woken up by Li Xi, who panicked and knocked on the door. When he heard that the master suddenly appeared in Handan City and was rushing towards the palace, the first thought that flashed in Feiyi's mind was that something was going to happen. He hurriedly put on his clothes and Li Xi took the city guard to the palace. When he passed by Zhao Cheng's mansion, he remembered that Zhao Cheng was the elder of his father and the Zongzheng of the Zhao family. He also had a room for relaxation in many things, so he pulled up Zhao Cheng again. The three of them rushed to the master's father with more than 5,000 city guards. East Gate of the Royal Palace.

When he arrived at the East Gate, he saw that the rebel praetorian guards had controlled the gate. The commander of the praetorian guard was tied up and hung up, and Feiyi immediately ordered to attack the city. There are not many guards of these rebellions. Most of them are in a wait-and-see attitude. In addition, they have lost their backbone in the absence of the master father. Just now, when the master father was there, they just subconsciously obeyed the order. Now when they saw Xiangbang Feiyi and Anpingjun Zhao Cheng coming together, they knew that it was a big deal and how dared to resist, so they threw down their weapons one after another to let the city guard open the gate easily.

Put down the letter period and ask about the situation. He ordered the surrendered rebels to be strictly guarded, and hurriedly summoned some of the useful guards. The four of them rushed to the king of Zhao's bedroom together, which happened to hit this scene.

"Lord, what on earth do you want to do?" It was Zhao Cheng who opened his mouth. He stood in front of Zhao He, looking at his father with vigilance in his eyes.

Zhao Yong looked back at him and suddenly raised his voice and shouted harshly, "Uncle, I would like to ask what you want to do."

Zhao Cheng said in awe, "When I heard that my father broke into the king's bedroom with a sharp blade, I was very worried. I was afraid that my Zhao's flesh and blood would happen again. As Zhao Zongzheng, the old minister is the uncle and grandfather of the king today. How can he not care about the affairs of the clan?

Zhao Yong nodded with a sneer and said, "Okay, well, is it my uncle or a little bold?"

Looking at Feiyi again, he raised his head and said, "That Feiyi, oh no, it's Feixiang. What are you going to do when you come?"

Feiyi lowered his head and said with a complicated expression; "Return to the master father, I heard at home that there were chaotic soldiers who kidnapped the master's father into the palace, which was afraid that it would be unfavorable to the master's father, the king, so I temporarily recruited the city guard to enter the palace to protect him, and I hope the master's forgiveness."

Zhao Yong sneered and said, "Forgive me? What's the sin of Feixiang? As a state, you are the king of Shang'an Sheji. It's too late to thank you. How can you be blamed?

"I want to thank you for cultivating such a good king for Zhao and such a good son for me. As Xiangbang and Taifu, you really have made great contributions.

Feiyi naturally heard the meaning of the heart in Zhao Yong's words. His heart couldn't help twitching a few times, and his face was in pain, but he lowered his head even more.

Li Xi, who had been hiding behind everyone without saying a word, saw his father's eyes and quickly withdrew his head and bowed his head and dared not speak. Xinqi held his head high and looked at the master without fear. The humiliation just now filled his heart with anger.

Zhao Yong looked around for a week and withdrew his eyes. Finally, his eyes fell on Zhao He's pale cheeks. He nodded slowly and sneered, "Very good, you are all good sons and good ministers. It is very comforting that Zhao can have you and loyal ministers."

Under the master's eyes, most of the people present lowered their heads and dared not look at it. Only Zhao Cheng has a special status, and he is not afraid to say, "Lord, you haven't answered the old minister's question yet. Why did you appear in the king's bedroom with a sharp blade? Is it possible to kill the king to find a place?"

"Kei Jun to seek the throne." Zhao Yong sneered and said, "It's a joke that I am a king. This throne was also given to him by me. It's a great joke to be a king."

Zhao Cheng snorted and turned his head and said, "But you are not the king of Zhao now. You are no longer the king of Zhao. What did you say?"

A murderous flash flashed in Zhao Yong's eyes, "If I want to give it, I will give it back. If I want to get it back, I will get it back. Who can stop me in this world?"

Zhao Cheng held his head and said, "This patriarchy of the State of Zhao can stop you."

"It's difficult for me, Zhao, to start a business. It's not for you to have such a foundation in 300 years! The king of Zhao is the head of the people of the State of Zhao and the head of the Zhao clan. How can you play alone because of the abolition of the throne!"

"Others are afraid of you, Zhao Yong, but I am your own uncle. When your father entrusted you to me, he said that he would treat you like his own son. If you want to be reckless, even if I fight to pieces, Zhao Cheng will not let you be fooled!"

Zhao Cheng's words were awe-inspiring. Even though the master was wise, he was speechless for a moment. After all, Zhao Cheng has a special status and is his direct uncle. He can't find a suitable reason to refute him with his father, Marquis Su and Zhao's patriarchy.

Fei Yi didn't speak beside him, but silently watched the master and Zhao Cheng arguing.

If there are people present, it can even be said that among all the people in the court, no one can be more embarrassed than his position. He was loyal all his life. What he did was just for the sake of the overall situation of the State of Zhao, but he was forced to make a choice between his master and the king of Zhao. Thinking about it, he still chose to stand on the side of the king of Zhao, but his father, who had been a best friend for many years, hated him to the bone.

He doesn't want to see any party to be hurt, both public and private. He even fantasizes that the father and son of the master and the king can break the fetters of this power struggle. What disappointed him was that what he saw was that the conflict between father and son was getting deeper and deeper, and the conflict was getting worse and worse, even to the point where the swords were facing each other!

Feiyi looked at his angry father, and his heart was just bitter.

Master, Lord, Lord, you are always so confident that everything is under your control. No matter how I can persuade you that you insist on abdication, I have ever thought that there would be today!

Knowing today, why did you do it in the first place?