King Zhou Xiao stood up straight and asked, "Why is this so strange?"

"Based on this divination image, it must be a sign of great misfortune. A son of destiny will be born in the world, destroying the foundation of King Wen. But judging from this divination image, it is a sign of good fortune in the past. Although the state of the Great Zhou Dynasty was destroyed, there are still auxiliary countries.

With the support of pillars, danger will eventually be turned into safety.”

"Then what's the explanation for the lonely king's dream?"

"I dare not deceive the king. The golden dragon entering the dream should be a sign of the birth of this son."

"Could it be that this son has been born in Haojing City?"

The old chamberlain next to the throne leaned over and said something in his ear. King Zhou Xiao's face darkened, and he turned to ask Duke Zhou: "My nephew, Mr. Xie's wife just gave birth to a son two hours ago. Did you know?"

Zhou Gongding was shaken and secretly complained in his heart. Every time King Zhou called him "the king's nephew", there was always something difficult for him to do. In terms of seniority, King Zhou Xiao was indeed his uncle, and his wife Jiang

Shi is the daughter of the Marquis of Qi and the niece of Queen Xiao. With this marriage relationship, it is no wonder that everyone regards her as a confidant of King Xiao.

"I have never heard of this." Zhou Gongding replied honestly and politely.

King Zhou Xiao looked at the window that was shivering in the strong wind, and said to himself: "The wind and rain are like darkness, the false destiny is coming with the wind and rain, what a huge formation!"

He suddenly stood up, walked around the throne for a few steps, settled down and said to Duke Zhou behind him: "You can't stay here!"

Duke Zhou Ji Ding took a breath of air and quickly bowed to the ground: "Your Majesty, please be merciful. After all, it is the flesh and blood of the late king. Your Majesty, you also swore an oath in front of the soul of the late king in front of all the princes of the world ------"

"I don't have to remind my nephew!" King Zhou Xiao angrily waved his sleeves: "The lonely king will not forget his oath, otherwise he will not leave Ji Xie in this Haojing city, and he will be driven away from the barbarian land forever.

Return to Beijing."

He looked at Zhou Gongding's pale face, took a breath and said, "Don't worry, King Gu is not greedy for the throne. He only takes the throne to consolidate the country for my surname Ji. In the future, I will still be behind King Yi."

It’s just that this son’s destiny is not in favor of Zhou, so he has to take this drastic measure!”

Ji Dingjing was frightened, but made up his mind. He could not accept this job life or death. Not to mention the infamy of killing the flesh and blood of the late king, in the future, if King Xiao really abides by his oath, he will return the throne to

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If Ji Xie said so, he would have formed a blood feud with the new king. This matter must be thrown out of the way!

Ji Ding thought about it for a moment, bowed his head and said: "I understand that the king has worked hard, but it is not appropriate to leave this matter to me. I have a close relationship with the king. If I let you handle this matter, the king will inevitably be infamy, and he will not be able to escape his involvement.

It would be better------it would be more appropriate to leave it to Mr. Zhao."

A bright light flashed in King Zhou Xiao's eyes: "If it hadn't been for Ai Qing's reminder, the lonely king would have almost done something stupid. I will summon the Duke to the palace early tomorrow morning to see him!"

At dusk in Duke Zhao's Mansion, the servants are preparing dinner. The air is filled with depression and confusion, which makes people feel suffocated. The master has locked himself in the study since returning from the morning and has not even eaten lunch. All the old servants know this

, only by doing extremely difficult things can the master worry about this.

"Squeak-", the door of the study room opened. Immediately afterwards, Duke Zhao's low scolding voice came from the room: "I told you not to bring food, but I won't eat it!"

"Father!" A young man with a picturesque face pushed in the door, holding a wooden food box in his hand. He looked to be only fourteen or fifteen years old.

Seeing that he was the eldest son whom he had always relied on, Duke Zhao breathed a sigh of relief and sighed: "That's it, let's put it down. I'll eat it later so that your mother won't have to worry about it!"

Zhao Gong was over thirty years old, which was when he was in the prime of life. He had a round face and a sparse beard, and looked kind-hearted. The eldest son Ji Hu, whose courtesy name was Zi Mu, had similar features to his father, but his eyes were sharp and his face was thin.

Far from as gentle as his father.

"If my father is in trouble, please let me know. Maybe my son can help me think about it," Ji Hu said, putting down the food box.

"What do you, a child, know about the major events in the DPRK?"

"Father, my son has passed the age of tying his hair. He can go into battle to kill the enemy, or he can make plans for the court. How can a man have ambitions in his old age? What's more, if my father doesn't say anything, how can I know that the tiger doesn't understand?"

Seeing the sparkle in his son's eyes, Duke Zhao was very pleased: "Well, everyone in the public school department praises you as a child prodigy, so I will discuss this matter with you in detail, which can be regarded as an experience. Did you know that Mrs. Fanji's birthday last night

Next son?"

A slight blush appeared on Ji Hu's fair face: "Father, my mother knows about my sister-in-law's birth. How can a child find out about the woman's birth?"

"Can

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Yes, the king saw a golden dragon in his dream last night, and the divination said that a destined son will be born, which will not be beneficial to the Zhou Dynasty. So he wanted to get rid of this son to avoid future troubles."

"Does this hexagram belong to my wife's son?" Ji Hu looked shocked: "How could a newborn baby be detrimental to Zhou? What's more, he is the son of Gongzi Xie and the grandson of King Xianyi. How could the king do such an unjust thing?

?”

"Be careful!" Duke Zhao warned his son in a low voice: "Your Majesty has entered the palace as his father and ordered me to go to Young Master Xie's mansion and order him and his wife to hand over the baby and execute him secretly. This matter will be kept secret from the outside world!"

"Yan Guo leaves traces. As long as it is something he has done, how can it not leave traces?" Ji Hu thought for a while, raised his head and said, "Father, you can't do this. First, once the unjust deeds are spread,

The emperor has only one oral order, and you will have no way to defend yourself in the future. Secondly, although brother Xie Cong is under house arrest, in name the king has sworn an oath in front of the princes of the world, and he will return to him in a hundred years. If that happens, my father

He is the son-killing enemy of the new king, how will we, the Zhao family, deal with ourselves?"

"How come I don't know the stakes in this?" Duke Zhao patted the table helplessly and irritably: "Back then, because Queen Yi had no legitimate son, the late king died suddenly without establishing a prince. Although he had the eldest son Xie, he had not been born since he was a child.

He was willful and stubborn, and the late king did not like him. When the throne was uncertain, it coincided with a large-scale invasion of wolves, and Haojing was in danger. Now, he has been conquering the south and north for several years, and he has military power. We have no choice but to urgently promote him as the king to solve the problem.

Crisis."

"I know," Ji Hu took over what his father said: "This matter was initiated by the Marquis of Qi and pushed by Princess Zhou. My father just nodded along with the situation."

"At that time, King Cheng gave the Marquis of Qi the right to conquer unconquered subjects, and the Duke of Zhou was the chief minister for generations. They pushed hard, and what could a father do to stop it? But the ninth king of the Zhou Dynasty has always been succeeded by the eldest son of the direct line. This dynasty was bad.

If the rules are broken, what should future generations do? Fortunately, the king swore an oath with his blood when he ascended the throne, and will return the throne to King Yi's eldest son Ji Xie in the future. This has calmed people's hearts. Now, something like this has happened------"

Duke Zhao punched his fist bitterly: "It must be Duke Zhou who decided on that old fox's idea. He wants to hand over this hot potato to me, so that my Zhao family can't get off the tiger!"

"The Son of Destiny------" Ji Hu's eyes flashed with inspiration: "Father, I have a way to not only save that child, but also to restore the emperor's life!"

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