The king will never go to court

Chapter 34: Marquis Dingguo's Strategies (1) (For collection and further reading)

Zhao Zongliang turned around, leaned on the guardrail, and said to the white-robed old man standing not far away, "Brother, if you really have other ideas, you might as well tell me, I'm not the kind of arbitrary person."

The old man in white robe bowed his head in thought, his long hair had a few strands of blue hair, his face was pale, and he suddenly opened his sharp eyes, but his eyes were as clear as a deep pool, clear but not deep enough to see the bottom of the pool.

But the voice was gentle and mellow, "How can everyone disagree, you are worrying too much, second brother. We all grew up together in Dingguo Hou, so no matter what you say, you have some love for each other."

The white-robed old man stood up and came to the lakeside guardrail. He glanced around the lake and looked away reluctantly, "Even if they dare to disagree, I will not agree. Our big families will never allow traitors to appear."

"People are so close to each other. I have been closing the door to thank guests at home for the past few days. If you hadn't come here in person, brother, I'm afraid I still won't see you."

Zhao Zongliang shook his head slightly, and looked towards Beicheng with a sigh.

"Well, I won't say much, everything depends on everyone's performance. If you have any orders, tell me at any time, I will definitely not refuse."

While speaking, the old man in white robe walked towards the corridor supported by the young man in gray shirt.

At this moment, a bright figure flitted across the lake, wearing a moon-white long dress, blue hair like a waterfall, without a white gauze hat, that beautiful face was reflected in the lake water, her beautiful eyes were bright and clear, There was still a slight coldness on the corner of his mouth.

"Ha, my daughter is back!"

Zhao Zongliang hurriedly put down the fishing rod in his hand, his eyes were full of joy, and the koi finally returned to the lake happily, relieved from a heavy burden.

Zhao Jinyao walked on the waves, flew in front of Zhao Zongliang, and said in a slightly mischievous tone, "Father, the Shangwumen is full of blood, are you still interested in fishing here?"

Zhao Zongliang stroked his non-existent beard, and said with an embarrassed smile, "Didn't dad hand over the task of defending the city to you, Uncle Lu, and the others? Why can't you let dad take a break from his busy schedule?"

Zhao Jinyao kicked her beautiful eyes, and helped Zhao Zongliang to sit down in front of the soft collapse, and said displeasedly, "The people of Qianguo have already hit the door of the house, and you don't care?"

"Take care, of course!"

Zhao Zongliang picked up a piece of exquisite pastry from Zhu Hong's long pear tree case and handed it to Zhao Jinyao, and said comfortingly, "I knew my daughter loved her the most. When did you come back? Are you tired?"

"Pretend, pretend, you just keep pretending."

Zhao Jinyao's eyes were full of disbelief, and she held her mouth and said, "I don't believe that Uncle Liu didn't tell you?"

"What did that old guy Liu Qian tell me?"

Zhao Zongliang pretended to understand and said in a daze, he naturally couldn't reveal the various behaviors of his daughter's return to Bohai City.

Zhao Jinyao didn't get entangled in this matter either, and waved to Li Bilan who was jogging over from the end of the corridor, "Xiao Lan, please tell our Lord Hou what happened last night."

Although Zhao Zongliang knew what his daughter was going to say, he still pretended to listen carefully.

After Li Bilan told everything, Zhao Zongliang frowned and said harshly, "What do we, Xiaoyao, want to do? Why don't dad send a thousand fine armors to break down their house?"

Seeing her father's righteous look, Zhao Jinyao pushed Zhao Zongliang back on the soft bed, covered him with a brocade quilt, shook her head while eating cakes, and said, "Daddy, what do you think? Just sit back and watch the army doing evil outside the city?"

Zhao Zongliang suddenly smiled, and waved away the hidden guards around him.

"Xiao Yao, tell me what you should do as a father?"

"This"

Zhao Jinyao has been thinking about this issue all the way back from Shuiyuezong. If he confronts Qianjun head-on, Bohai City will lose troops and generals, but if he sticks to the city, other places may suffer.

"In order to prevent the outside world, you must first be safe inside."

Zhao Zongliang lightly buckled the limp armrest, signaling his daughter to sit down.

He filled a cup of hot tea and put it in Zhao Jinyao's hands, and then said, "Although Bohai City is impenetrable, you saw those aristocratic families last night, and they all have their own thoughts."

"Then, Daddy, are you not tempted by that Potato Pill?"

Zhao Jinyao was full of laughter, but her eyes were extremely clear.

Looking into his daughter's eyes, Zhao Zongliang didn't evade, and said bluntly, "I'm afraid all the martial arts masters in the city will salivate at this thing, but why should you be tempted as a father?"

Zhao Jinyao blinked her beautiful eyes with disbelief, "Really?"

"Of course it's true. When did Daddy lie to my precious daughter?"

Zhao Zongliang coughed in embarrassment, trying to hide the strange look in his eyes.

"Broken Pulse Pill" can be a step forward for martial arts experts, and it may break the shackles in the veins.

It would be a lie to say that he was not moved.But for the Marquis of Dingguo, who has already taken charge of a county, Zhao Zongliang's martial arts journey seems to have come to an end.

He spends a lot of time every day in the complex military affairs of the Bohai Navy, and has no time to hone his martial arts.

While the two were talking, at the bottom of the lake beside them, a few cracks appeared at the bottom of the heavy "Heart of the Ancient River", and the vitality of heaven and earth stored in it was constantly overflowing towards the lake water.

The original faint glow continuously poured out of the lake from the bottom of the lake, and after waves of air rippled, they scattered to the side.

Zhao Zongliang, who was lying on the soft bed, suddenly changed his calm expression, and the hidden guards in the dark rushed over from all directions.

"what happened?"

The vitality of heaven and earth emanating from the bottom of the lake flowed towards the lake like a river, and then retreated under the confinement of the guardrail by the lake.

And so on, over and over again.

Zhao Jinyao also stood up nervously, walked quickly to the guardrail by the lake, and looked through the lake to the bottom of the lake.

The white jade-like boulder still lay peacefully at the bottom of the lake, but the koi in the lake became restless, and she could feel the vitality around her soaring.

"Master Hou, something may have happened to Furukawa's heart."

A hidden guard flitted across the lake, quickly guarding in front of Ding Guohou, watching the lake vigilantly, for fear that the vitality of heaven and earth contained in the lake water would surge, and the breath would hit Ding Guohou.

"It's true that misfortunes never come singly. One of the main reliance of the Hou Mansion has a problem. Activate the big formation and seal the entire lake first."

Zhao Zongliang pulled his daughter back to him, and then told the secret guard.

In less than half a cup of tea, the originally calm lake surface was already rolling with waves, and purple rays of light shot out from the bottom of the lake continuously, reflecting half of the sky.

On the surface of the lake, there are dazzling ripples of colorful streamers, and nearly a hundred stone pillars emit miraculous runes, constantly strengthening the coercion of the colorful streamers.

The more intense glow and the colorful streamer composed of runes collided with each other, "Separate, collide, and separate again!"

"My daughter now knows why my father is not interested in that Pomai Pill?" Zhao Zongliang pointed to the lake and sighed.

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