There was a loud "bang". Zhao He sat on the ground with horror on his face, subconsciously leaning back, and it had already shrunk into a ball.

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

"Stand up and see how cowardly you are, you are no longer like my son, Zhao Yong, and no longer like my Lord of Great Zhao."

Zhao He struggled to get up on the ground several times before he stood up trembling.

He was really scared. When the Lord's father waved his sword at him, he really thought that his father wanted to kill him.

Seeing his son like this, Zhao Yong felt even more annoyed and even disgusted.

He was strong all his life and had never been afraid of anything, but his most doting son was so weak. When the sharp blades were added together, he not only did not resist or avoid, but he even closed his eyes and waited for death because of fear. This made Zhao Yong feel more and more regretful.

He suddenly realized that his previous judgment seemed to be a little wrong. He originally thought that Zhao He was studious and humble, and was more suitable to be King Zhao 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 strong national strength as a backing, still habitually retreats in front of a strong country.

Zhao State may be a good country to defend the country in his hands, and Zhao He will also be a good ruler to defend the country. Under his rule, Zhao State may be peaceful and stable, and continue to isolate the war with the Central Plains countries, but it also missed the opportunity to replace Qin Qi and become the overlord of the world.

Because Zhao He did not have the courage to bet on Zhao's future and luck. He was too cautious, so cautious that he was even unwilling to take a little risk.

If it were in the peace era, Zhao He would be an excellent monarch. But if it were in a time of great struggle for the strong to survive, Zhao He's cowardice would only make Zhao miss countless opportunities to become stronger.

Zhao Yong's idea of ​​regaining the royal power was extremely strong at this moment. He was determined to take back everything he had let go, and hereby let the entire Zhao State become a powerful war machine under his leadership. He competed with Qin State, Qi State, and the princes of the world.

As for Zhao He, Zhao Yong had already thought about his disposal, that is, to regain his royal power, still retain his throne, and put him under house arrest in the palace. When he conquered this great country and laid a foundation for Zhao State forever, the world would be truly peaceful, and it would be good to let him, King Zhao come out and take over.

Poor Zhao He, who was shaking like a sieve, could not guess what his master's father thought. In his still young eyes, he only saw his father holding a long sword in his hand, looking at him fiercely, sometimes gritting his teeth, sometimes gritting his teeth, his face was unstable, and his eyes were filled with indifference and ruthlessness that he had never seen before.

He felt that his father was considering how to depose himself and how to deprive everything he had.

Even thinking about how to kill yourself!

At that moment, he was left with fear and fear for his father.

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

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

"Stop!" A sharp shout rang out.

Zhao He looked out the door, but was surprised to see Fei Yi and Zhao Cheng's faces, and a large number of soldiers who rushed in.

"Master, save me."

"Uncle, save me."

Zhao He staggered to the ground, almost crawling over from the ground, looking back at his father from time to time, until Fei Yi helped him up, the fear in his heart subsided a little.

During this process, Zhao Yong was motionless, just coldly looking at his son's ugly appearance on the ground, watching him crawl through him in a mess, and the eyes of him looking at him were filled with fear that a son should not have, but his heart was bleeding.

At this moment, he had only one thought in his mind: This is my Zhao Yong's son, the son I thought I could entrust the entire Zhao State!

He didn't take any action to stop him, and he didn't even look at Fei Yi and Zhao Cheng. He suddenly felt a sense of despair, the kind of pain that the father only felt after he was extremely disappointed with his son.

At that moment, he suddenly felt a sense of distraction, as if he felt that everything he did seemed meaningless. It turned out that many things had already been out of his control.

"Good King, I am late to save you." Zhao Cheng stepped forward and stopped Zhao He, looking at Zhao Yong holding the sword with a warning.

In contrast, Fei Yi looked at the master's father with complex eyes. Some were puzzled, some confusion, some anger, and some regret.

There was even a hint of pity.

At this time, he was already asleep at home, but was woken up by Li Xi who was panicked and knocked on the door. When he heard the master's father suddenly appeared in Handan City and was rushing towards the palace, the first thought that something happened in Fei Yi's mind was that something was going to happen. He hurriedly put on his clothes and brought Li Xi to the city guards to rush to the palace. When he passed by Zhao Cheng's mansion, he remembered that Zhao Cheng was the elder of the master's father and the Zongzheng of the Zhao family. With him, he had a space to ease many things, so he pulled Zhao Cheng again, and the three of them rushed to the east gate of the palace where the master's father was heading.

When they arrived at the east gate, they saw that the rebellious imperial guards had already controlled the city gate. The commander of the imperial guards was tied up and hung up. Fei Yi made a quick decision and immediately ordered the attack. There were not many rebellious imperial guards, and most of them were in a wait-and-see attitude. In addition, they lost their backbone when the master father was not there. When the master father was there, they just subconsciously followed the order. Now, seeing that the prime minister Fei Yi and Anping Jun Zhao Cheng came together, they knew that the matter was getting big, so they dared not resist, so they threw down their weapons and easily allowed the city guards to open the city gate.

After the general's letter was put down, he asked about the situation. He ordered the surrendered rebels to take strict supervision. In a hurry, some of the more usable guards were summoned. The four of them joined forces and rushed to the King of Zhao's bedroom together, which happened to run into this scene.

"Master Father, what do you want to do?" Zhao Cheng spoke. He stood in front of Zhao He, looking at the Master Father with vigilance in his eyes.

Zhao Yong turned around and looked at him, suddenly raised his voice and shouted loudly: "Uncle, I want to ask what you want to do."

Zhao Cheng said sternly, "When the old minister heard that his father had a sharp blade and broke into the king's bedroom, he was worried that the Zhao family's flesh and blood would be recurred. As the Zhao family's Zongzheng and the great uncle of the current king, how can he ignore the affairs of the tribe?"

Zhao Yong sneered and said, "Okay, right? Is it my uncle or a little brave?"

He looked at Fei Yi and raised his head and said, "That Fei Yi, oh no, it's Fei Xiang, what are you going to do when you come."

Fei Yi lowered his head and said with a complicated expression. "Report to the Lord's Father, I heard at home that a riot soldier had snatched the Lord's Father into the palace, which may be detrimental to the Lord's Father, so I temporarily summoned the city guards to enter the palace to protect the palace, and I hope the Lord's Father will forgive me."

Zhao Yong sneered and said, "Forgive me? Why are you a fat prime minister? As a prime minister, you are the king of the country and the king. I thank you too late, so how can you blame me?"

"I want to thank you for cultivating such a good king for Zhao State and such a good son for me. As the prime minister and the tutor, you really make an indelible contribution."

Fei Yi naturally heard the stern meaning in Zhao Yong's words. His heart couldn't help but thrust a few times, and his face showed pain, but he lowered his head even more.

Li Xi, who had been hiding behind everyone, had never said anything, saw the Lord's father's gaze swept, and quickly retracted his body and lowered his head and did not dare to speak. Xin Qi raised his head and looked at the Lord's father without fear. The humiliation just now made him full of anger.

Zhao Yong looked around for a week and withdrew his gaze. Finally, his eyes fell on Zhao He's pale cheeks, and he nodded slowly and sneered, "Very good, you are all good sons and good ministers of my country. I feel very relieved if you are a wise and loyal minister in Zhao State."

As the Lord's Father looked at him, most of the people present lowered their heads and did not dare to look at him. Only Zhao Cheng held his own special status and said happily without fear. "Master Father, you have not answered the question of the old minister. Why did you appear in the king's bedroom with a sharp blade? Could it be that you want to kill the king and seek a throne?"

"The king kills the throne," Zhao Yong sneered, "A joke, I am the king, and this throne was originally given to him by me. It is a huge joke."

Zhao Cheng snorted, twisted his head and said, "But you are not King Zhao now, you are no longer King Zhao anymore, so how come you say?"

Zhao Yong's eyes flashed with murderous intent, "I want to give it to you as much as I want to get it back, and who in the world can stop me?"

Zhao Cheng raised his head and said, "This Zhao State's patriarchal law can stop you."

"It is difficult for me, Zhao, to start a business, and to have such a foundation for three hundred years, it is not your only contribution! The King of Zhao is the lord of all people in my country of Zhao and the head of my Zhao clan. How can you play alone in your own way?"

"Others are afraid of you, Zhao Yong, but I am your biological uncle. When your father entrusted you to me, he once said that he would treat you like his biological son. If you were to be chaotic, even if I, Zhao Cheng, would not let you do whatever you want!"

Zhao Cheng said this with great righteousness. Even though his master's father was wise, he was speechless for a moment. After all, Zhao Cheng had a special identity and was his legitimate uncle. He could not find a suitable reason to refute him with his father Su Hou and Zhao's patriarchal law.

Fei Yi didn't speak up, but just watched the Lord's father and Zhao Cheng argue silently.

If everyone present could even say that no one in the court could stand more embarrassing than his position. He had been loyal and righteous throughout his life, and his purpose was only for the overall situation of Zhao State, but he was forced to make a choice between the master father and the king of Zhao. After thinking about it, he still chose to stand on the side of King Zhao, but this made the master father, who had been close friends for many years, hated him to the core.
Chapter completed!