King Zhao Heng of Jing'an sat opposite Zhao Xun.

Zhao Heng closed his eyes and recited the scriptures, turning the Buddhist beads.

Even if it is a huge thing, he will have to wait until he finishes reciting the scriptures.

Even though he knew that his father had entered meditation like an old monk, Prince Jing'an dared to secretly glance at his nominal mother, actually his lover from the corner of his eyes.

I dare not stay too much.

I recited the scriptures a hundred times, thousands of times, and when I opened my eyes, I was approaching the palace.

King Zhao Xun of Jing'an finally opened his eyes, calmly said, "Xun'er, do you know your mistake?"

Zhao Xun sat upright and lowered his head and said, "Father, the child knows his mistake!"

Decisive, simply, without any moment of dragging on the mud.

King Jing'an's eyes narrowed slightly, never pursuing them or pointing them out.

He turned to look out of the car window, paused for a moment, and said:

"If Xu Qianqiu is not eliminated, he will be inherited and inherited the position of King of Northern Liang. This Zhao family dynasty will sooner or later change."

Seeing that his son never dared to look up, he sighed in his heart and continued:

"Today, my father, I made a mistake in chess. The boy looked calm and gentle, but he must have murderous intentions in his heart.

It is rumored that Beiliang and the world's No. 1 floor have always had contacts. If this is the case..."

Speaking of this, King Jing'an's face suddenly became gloomy and no longer hid, and glanced at Princess Jing'an beside him.

Seeing that she always lowered her eyebrows and looked like a marionette, she remained silent and had no reaction. When she talked to the two, she felt even more annoyed.

Taking a deep breath, suppressing his anger, and saying to Zhao Xun beside him:

"Above Chunshen Lake, you want to take advantage of the chaos to kill Xu Qianqiu, and blame the descendants of the Qing Party, and have excellent mentality and methods, but the timing of judging the situation is much worse.

Who is Xu Qianqiu? Will Xu Crooker feel relieved that he is walking alone in the world?

If he was so easy to kill, he would have been dismembered by five horses as soon as he left Beiliang, and his bones were crushed and his bones were ashes.

How could he come to Qingzhou safely all the way?"

Prince Jing'an bowed his head and said, "The father has taught him a lesson!"

There was another silence in the carriage.

Zhao Heng frowned slightly.

I feel irritable in my heart, and I can't break it even if I recite scriptures.

Suddenly, I felt that the sandalwood floating on the tip of my nose was too rich, and I waved my hand to dissipate some.

His tone slowed down a lot and said, "In the capital, Xu Crooker is about to fulfill his wishes and be replaced by hereditary successors. However, the title of Dazhu Kingdom is probably not guaranteed.

I think that Xu Manzi wouldn't care about these things either.

The man in the palace had no choice. If he refused to give up his inheritance, Beiliang might have raised an army today.

If you give it, Beiliang will be a big trouble for the capital from now on.

I think the man in the palace should have had plans.

In addition to Xu Xiao, Gu Jiantang was imperative to travel north to the two Liaos. Northern Liang was at the foundation of the two Liaos, and Xu Crook had to take it away honestly.

Even so, the three states of Northern Liang are still as solid as gold.

Among them, I am afraid that the shadow of the world's No. 1 floor is indispensable.

The Beimang branch suffered a catastrophe and was able to interfere in Li Yang's affairs, which shows its strength.

Ruo Beiliang and the first floor team up…”

King Jing'an suddenly stopped talking.

A Bodhi Buddhist bead in his hand burst open, his mind was hidden deep, and he was confused and confused, and he said to himself:

"Flying dragon is in the sky. I didn't believe it before, but when I saw this kid today, I believed it!

In time, Beiliang will rebel!”

Upon hearing this, Zhao Xun finally looked up and was shocked.

The saying of Beiliang as a king has always existed, but it is not possible to see any practical actions in Beiliang.

If there are too many people talking about it, there is no way to judge whether it is true or false.

But since this was from his father, Zhao Xun had to believe it.

Since childhood, he was both afraid and admired his father.

Every word and action will subconsciously imitate him.

Even if the father snatched love and snatched his sweetheart, he never resisted at all.

Just watching.

After getting off the carriage, he returned to the Jing'an Palace.

The servant knelt all over the ground, trembling, and did not dare to look up.

Walk through the corridor and approach the Buddhist temple.

Zhao Xun glanced at the nominal mother's back and turned around and left silently.

In the main hall, the worship is Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.

Its true body is carved from red sandalwood.

The light here is not very good, it looks a bit dim and unclear.

After living for a long time, your mind will inevitably get infected, and this is true for King Jing'an.

There were 108 Buddha beads in Zhao Xun's hand, and one of them exploded just now, but at this moment, they exploded again and scattered all over the ground.

One by one, the beads fell down and fell on the white jade boards of the Silent Palace.

Sharp, gloomy.

After destroying this favorite thing with his own hands, Zhao Heng finally stopped hiding it.

With a ferocious look on his face, he turned around, stared at Princess Jing'an, gritted his teeth and said:

"You bitch, shameless thing, raised by a bitch, I have a kinship with the little bastard named Xu, you can say a few more words, will your soul be about to fly away?!"

Pei Nanwei remained silent all the time, lowered his head, unable to see his face and expression clearly.

No words were spoken.

Like the clay sculpture, it is completely uninvited and allowed to insult.

Outsiders only say that she is lonely and can marry into a wealthy family, and she will enjoy endless wealth and glory for the rest of her life.

But how could I know the sadness?

Zhao Heng did not give up, so he stepped forward to drag his hair and dragged it into the Buddhist temple.

He fell to the ground hard, kicked it, and shouted:

"Pei Nanwei, what's the point of this king that I can't deserve you, a bitch?

In more than ten years, have you ever thought I was your husband?

Do you know, I was only one step away from the dragon throne back then, just one step away!

In the world, no one is more qualified to wear a dragon robe and sit on a dragon throne than this king!

I should be the supreme emperor in the world!”

Thirty-three thousand black hairs were scattered, completely covering her face and unable to see her expression.

Beneath his hair, a plain voice came from a water-free voice:

"Since you are a bitch, how can you be worthy of you?"

The figure roaring in anger and stuttered.

The gloom in his eyes disappeared, he became amiable and approachable, and squatted down and tried to touch Princess Pei's face. His voice was gentle, saying:

"Wei'er, did you care for you?"

Pei Nanwei turned his head and did not let him touch his cheek. He whispered softly, not caring at all, as if he was used to it, and said, "It doesn't hurt!"

He didn't touch his cheek, and was completely angry by the dodging action. He stopped in the air and waved his palms.

Pei Nanwei pounced on the cool floor, the light was dark, but his expression was as usual.

Zhao Heng kicked her and angrily scolded:

"If you are born in Pei, you are not as good as a dead person, a living dead person!

Since I hate me so much and resist without any backbone, why don’t you die!”

After saying that, with a clang, King Jing'an took out his bodyguard from his sleeve and threw it on the ground.

Pei Nanwei had blood on the corner of his mouth, but he didn't care at all. He looked at the Bodhisattva Ksitigarbha and said coldly:

"I'm afraid of death, so I married you."

King Jing'an felt infinite disgust for this emotionally unsatisfied living dead man.

He slowly suppressed his anger, his voice became dull and stiff, and he said, "Get out!"

Princess Pei slowly stood up, tidied up her clothes, and re-ligated her hair.

Proficient in movements, flowing water.

His eyes were as plain as a living dead, without any waves. He glanced at the white figure who had quietly entered the hall and sat on the head of Ksitigarbha Bodhisattva.
Chapter completed!