Chapter 225 Sand Dune Change 7

Zhao Xin followed his father's eyes and looked at the tombstone behind him. He slowly asked, "Is the master father talking about the former queen?"

Zhao Yong smiled, but his expression was full of bitterness. Although he did not answer, his meaning was self-evident.

In this world, who can hold the heart of the Lord, except Meng Yao?

"Do you believe in the meaning of destiny?" Zhao Yong asked a seemingly irrelevant question.

"I don't believe it." Zhao Xin shook his head and said, "My life depends on me. What does it have to do with fate?"

After listening to Zhao Xin's answer, Zhao Yong smiled at the corners of his mouth and said, "I didn't believe it, but I believed it after I met her."

"The beauty is shining, and the face is like the glory. Life is my life, and I have never been a good one!" Zhao Yong closed his eyes and said slowly with an intoxication on his face.

"This is the beautiful woman I met in my dream singing for me, and I am dancing with swords. That wonderful feeling that others will never experience. I have never been so intoxicated and indulged in my waywardness.

"So from the moment I saw Meng Yao with my own eyes, I firmly believed that it was God who sent her into my dream and sent her to me in order to compensate me, Zhao Yong. At that time, I began to miss Handan. I haven't left Handan for two years. The cold palace is no longer indifferent because of her smile. Nothing is more important to me than accompanying her.

Speaking of this, Zhao Yong suddenly smiled a little strangely and said, "In the past, when I read history, every time I saw Xia Jie, Shang Zhou and Zhou You, I always scolded, thinking that the emperor had abandoned Jiangshan and social ji for a woman. It was not what a man did. Now it seems that I was wrong."

"My sister likes the sound of cracking the silk, and Xia Jie often sends people to tear the brocade in front of her. If Meng Yao is willing, I can do the same; Daji asks for the wine pool and meat forest to indulge him, which in my opinion is nothing more than a small matter; Bao Si is not happy to laugh, and the king of You ignites the beacon fire to tease the princes to make the beauty smile. If Meng Yao were her, even if the whole palace was lit, I would be willing to exchange it for her smile.

When Zhao Yong said this, he looked calm and didn't think at all. If this is heard by outsiders, it will be stunned. The majestic father of the State of Zhao, Zhao Yong, who is famous for his martial arts, would have such an idea of subjugation! I'm afraid no one in the world will believe it.

But this was really said by Zhao Yong himself.

Zhao Xin sighed secretly, thinking that the gentle hometown was indeed a heroic tomb. Xia Jie and Shang Zhou were also successful kings in the early days. They fought everywhere with great martial arts. Although the king of You was weak, he was also very reasonable. But in order to please the beautiful woman, she used the whole world as a gift. Compared with them, the master father is much luckier. The person he loves most is not a charming witch, but a knowledgeable and reasonable person.

The master stared at the silver-white tombstone in the night, and his eyes showed unprecedented tenderness. Then he let the Buddha see Queen Meng Yao standing in front of him.

Suddenly, he muttered in a low voice, "Have you ever tasted love for someone?"

Zhao Xin was stunned, and Ran Min's refined face flashed in his mind. He nodded, shook his head again, and said, "I don't know."

"You don't know?" Zhao Yong looked at him with some surprise and said puzzledly, "What does this mean?"

"I heard that the daughter of Handan Ling has been married to you. The person you mentioned is her, so how do you feel about her?"

Zhao Xin scratched his head and said hesitantly, "I can't say, I don't know if it's love or not, but sometimes I think of her and miss her very much, but sometimes I can't think of her when I'm busy."

Zhao Yong said with a smile, "You are just a good impression between young people. It's not love."

"If you really fall in love with someone, you will definitely dream about her. If you don't see her for a day, it's like three autumns. Every time I just leave the palace for a moment, I will miss Meng Yao, her smile, and her gentleness. So I didn't leave her for half a day, and even if I went on a tour, I would take her with me.

Zhao Xin asked with a trace of doubt: "Why didn't you stay in Handan? As far as I know, soon after the queen gave birth to the queen, you returned to Zhongshan to preside over military affairs."

"This is the difference between Meng Yao and others. If other women are favored, they must be proud and can't wait to keep the king by her side at all times. But Meng Yao is not. She always reminds me to be diligent in government affairs, not to indulge in the harem. She said that she didn't want to be a sister, she didn't want to be Daji Bao Si, and she didn't want to be the target of Zhao people's scolding because she destroyed aweiful monarch of the State of Zhao. So soon after He Er gave birth, she insisted that I leave Handan and return to the front line of Zhongshan.

Zhao Xin sighed; "I don't know much about the former queen. Today, I heard what you said. The former queen is a very smart and knowledgeable person. No wonder you have dreamed about her and never forgotten her. So far, you have never married a concubine."

Zhao Yong looked up and took a sip of wine with a wry smile on his face: "I know Meng Yao, what do other women mean to me? If you fall in love with someone in the future, you will experience it. One thing about love lies in being single-handed, and there is a person in the heart. Other women are just passing by the past for you.

Zhao Xin's eyes showed confusion and muttered, "Is that true?"

Zhao Yong nodded and said, "That's how it is."

Reaching out his hand and gently touching the white inscription behind him, he muttered with an infatuated face, "I'm lucky, I lost my life. It's really my life's luck to meet Meng Yao. It's probably that God doesn't want me to be too happy to lose her. I never believed in fate in the past. I thought I was God. My life can only be decided by myself, and even the lives of others can only be decided by me. But when she left, I found that I was so weak that I couldn't control anyone's fate at all, including my own.

When Zhao Xin saw the sadness on his father's face, he couldn't help but feel sad in his heart. He lowered his head and muttered for a while, "Lord, don't be too sad. People are separated, and the moon has profits and losses. This is a cycle of heavenly principles. I think the queen must also love you very much. Otherwise, no woman doesn't want her husband to accompany her, so there is no need to urge you to return to the battlefield.

Zhao Yong whispered, "What about love? Do you know what I regret most in my life, that is, I haven't seen her for the last time. She was suffering from a bad disease and reported her safety to me in a letter a few days ago. In less than three days, the news of her critical illness came from the palace. I galloped all night and finally couldn't catch up with her for the last time. You know, when I heard the death knell that only sounded during the great mourning outside the palace, my heart was almost dead.

When Zhao Yong talked about this, tears had gushed out, and his fists were held tightly. The past seemed to be vivid in his mind. Suddenly, he stood up, pulled out his sword and roared to the sky. The roar passed through the field and echoed for a long time in the night, which was full of sadness. It also shocked the cavalry of the State of Zhao that scattered in the distance. The knights held their horses one after another to comfort **'s mounts, but they bowed their heads and said nothing. It seemed that they had already felt the sadness in the Lord's heart, and they all looked sad.

Zhao Xin has never seen his father look so like this. He really can't connect the sad lover in front of him with the vigorous father Zhao in the past.

At this moment, he suddenly had an illusion.

That is the father of the State of Zhao, who is actually a poor man. Even if he gets the world, he is doomed not to be happy, because what he wants most no longer belongs to him.

If I lose you, even if I get the whole world, what can I do!

Pictures stained with blood

How can I defeat you?

A little cinnabar

It doesn't matter if you overturn the world

Always not

A prosperity

At this moment, the father in front of Zhao Xin is no longer just tall, but just a sad guest.

Unfortunately, this illusion did not last long. After the tragedy, Zhao Yong seemed to have vented his grief and indignation. When he put his sword back to the sheath, his eyes had returned to the previous Qingming.

He strode away, but he couldn't help looking back, just leaving a sentence. Well, it's dark at night. Let's go back to the palace.

After a pause, he suddenly stopped and turned his face and said in a low voice, "I hope you can forget what I said to you tonight tomorrow morning, okay?"

Zhao Xin lowered his head and endured all the thoughts in his heart. He just replied in a low voice and simply, "No."