Imperial County Magistrate

Chapter 905 The Father and Son
The years are endless.

Outside the side hall.

Xiao Zhenbang kept coughing.

All the officials came forward and shouted "Your Majesty" with concern. Xiao Zhenbang raised his head and grinned, his mouth full of blood.

Du Guangyu kicked the imperial doctor and shouted angrily: "I can't even find out what kind of poison His Majesty has been poisoned, so what use are you imperial doctors!"

The imperial doctor had a look of helplessness on his face: "Your Majesty, Mr. Du, this poison is too strange. It penetrates deeply into your Majesty's heart and lingers there. Even powerful martial artists cannot get rid of it with internal force!"

"I'm afraid only Lin Erniu, the leader of the medical institute at that time, could do anything about it. But Lin Erniu has been dead for so many years. Weichen Weichen is really full of ambition but not strong enough!"

"Hurry up and ask for someone from the medical clinic!" A minister shouted anxiously.

This is when Xiao Zhenbang said with rapid breathing: "No need!"

Blood continued to flow from his mouth, making the Lord of Daqian look very scary now.

His body has continued to change over the years, and he also understands that he must have been poisoned. As for who has the ability to poison.

Apart from the father and son, he couldn't think of anyone else who had this ability.

Especially my cousin!

"If the people at the medical center were useful, why did I wait until now? Hahaha, I forced Zhao Kang away, but in the end he was played by the Zhao family. This just shows that I was right before!"

A mouthful of blood spurted out, and the emperor's breathing became more rapid. The officials rushed forward to help him, but Xiao Zhenbang threw them away.

"Hundred officials listen to the order."

The officials hurriedly knelt down, and Xiao Zhenbang smiled gloomily: "I know that you have been coveting various industries in Yangzhou for a long time. I will give you a big gift when the king and his ministers come together. From today on, as long as everything related to Zhao Kang, You can all divide and occupy it by force.”

"I want you to destroy everything related to the Zhao family, and someone will kill someone! From now on, the name Zhao Kang will never be allowed to appear in Qianguo, otherwise he will be punished for treason!"

"Where is the historian!"

The historian hurriedly came forward: "Your Majesty!"

Blood continued to drip onto the ground. Xiao Zhenbang paused to let himself breathe easier before speaking: "From now on, everything about Zhao Kang in the historical records will be recorded with the word Zhao E."

"If the late Emperor's bombing that killed countless people in Bingzhou was recorded on him, wouldn't he want to take the blame for the late Emperor? Then let him take the blame!"

The historian nodded quickly, and Xiao Zhenbang said again: "In short, if I want to work hard from now on, I will only know Zhao Evil but not Zhao Kang!"

The kneeling officials quickly said: "We obey the order!"

At this moment, the side halls were opened, and the baby's cry came out fiercely. The palace maid held the baby and shouted in surprise: "Your Majesty! It's a boy!"

Xiao Zhenbang laughed wildly when he heard this: "Okay, okay!"

He snatched the baby into his arms and looked at the crying baby boy. His laughter and the baby's crying were intertwined with each other.

"My last decree is that this son will inherit the throne and be named Xiao Wudao!"

"I will wait for the order!"

Amidst the wild laughter, Xiao Zhenbang took one last look at his child, and then fell backward. He held the baby tightly and stared at the sky.

A father and son seemed to appear in the sky.

My son is innocent, you must completely destroy them in the future!

……

There is heavy snow, and black and white blend into the eyes under the night.

Suddenly, the surrounding snow slowly melted, and the snow water flowed around the mountain peak, not knowing where it was going.

The wind blew her white hair, fluttering her pale face, and her eyes were printed with a bright red.

The person reflects in a snowstorm, feeling lonely all over his body.

Slender and soft hands slowly lifted up to touch the stern face, and his voice was extremely soft: "Sir, don't be like this, my time is up."

Zhao Kang didn't answer, and the surrounding snowflakes melted faster and faster. The vast zhenqi in his body was like a surging ocean tide, as if it was about to melt the heavy snow.

Qin Yufeng tried her best to smile and looked at Zhao Kang who had regained his appearance. She had been looking at this face for a lifetime, but she couldn't get enough of it.

It's just that I can't see it now.

No one can escape the punishment of time, except Zhao Kang.He held the woman's hand tremblingly, without any reservation of his true energy, just hoping to keep her for a moment longer.

"Keep on holding on, the sun will come out soon. The sunrise on the snowy peak is beautiful. Don't you want to see it? I'll watch it with you."

Qin Yufeng worked hard. Since ancient times, famous generals are like beauties, and they are not allowed to grow old in the world.

She has long since lost her youth and is getting old.

Over the years, she wanted to leave quietly several times, but was reluctant to leave. Now that time is coming to an end, she is even more reluctant to leave.

Holding Zhao Kang's hand tightly, he was filled with endless sorrow.

When the night finally faded away, a gentle ray of rising sun shone on the already snow-free mountain peaks.

Qin Yufeng showed a smile and leaned into Zhao Kang's arms to spend her time in this moment of sunshine.

Zhao Kang buried his head in the snow, his body trembling uncontrollably.

Until one day and one night later.

Zhao Kang appeared in front of his son with a red sachet around his neck.

The latter raised his face full of tears and shouted hoarsely: "Dad."

Zhao Kang stepped forward, patted his son on the shoulder and comforted him: "We are the only ones left, father and son, but it's okay, Fugui, dad is fine."

……

The street was full of blond people, and a white-haired old man in plain clothes was walking on the street.

The people of the Principality of Crewe greeted him warmly.

"Mr. Zhao Kang, would you like some fresh cabbage?"

Zhao Kang smiled and shook his hand, and said in an old tone: "No need, Old Jack."

The guy called Old Jack asked in confusion: "Why haven't you seen your son today?"

Zhao Kang shook his head and just said: "He is at home."

After saying that, he strode away to the door of his house and opened the wooden door of the cabin.

Old Jack sighed, this Zhao Kang really lives a long life. Even though his son is old, his body is still so good, unlike himself who can't move much. I really envy him.

At home, Zhao Kang was silent when he came to the hospital bed. Zhao Fugui yawned and opened his eyes to look at his father. He had gray hair and didn't have much expression.

Zhao Kang asked, "Would you like some wine?"

"I only drink wine made by Er Niang." Zhao Fugui said calmly.

Zhao Kang felt helpless, and then asked, "How about dad cook for you?"

"Not hungry."

Zhao Kang asked again: "Then how do you feel?"

"Compared to the past, today is very relaxed. It seems that I am different from you. I am going to be relieved."

After a long silence.

Zhao Kang hesitated and asked tentatively: "How about dad find you a foreign girl?"

Zhao Fugui's eyes lit up: "Hel me up and try!"

Fierce laughter rang out, seeming to be very joyful.

What a father and son!
The next day.

A handsome white-haired young man appeared on the streets of the Principality of Crewe, buying a ferry and preparing to sail out to sea.

On the vast sea, Zhao Kang casually scattered his son's ashes into the sea. This was Zhao Fugui's last wish.

On the deck, the sea breeze blew his long hair.

After sending away the last relative in the world.

From then on, the years passed and Zhao Kang's name became unbearable.

(End of this chapter)