Zhou Tong sat under the eaves, listening carefully to Zhao Mao's words, and after a long time, he sighed softly:

"Your Highness died more than 20 years ago. You can still have a good end if you retire to the mountains and forests. If you show up, the current emperor may recognize you as your nephew, but the current emperor was helped by the empress dowager. How can you explain what the empress dowager did to future generations?"

Zhao Mao sighed: "I am a descendant of the Zhao family. I don't fight for the throne, I just want to live a stable life."

Lu Pingyang thought for a while: "My master once worked with Senior Zhou, and was concerned about his past relationship. He also asked Senior Zhou to send a message to the palace for His Highness."

Zhou Tong was a little silent when he heard this. As a warrior, the word "love and friendship" is very important. He did not participate in that secret matter back then, and he was indeed ashamed to stand by and watch, as if he saw injustice and didn't draw his sword. It might have nothing to do with him, but he couldn't get through this hurdle in his heart.

Thinking of the basics, Zhou Tong raised his hand: "Forget it, I'll tell you what the result will be depends on your own luck."

Zhao Mao looked slightly happy and nodded quickly.

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Early morning a few days later.

A small carriage stopped in the alley, and Prince Zhao Huai walked off the carriage and led by Li Gang to Zhou Tong's courtyard.

Zhao Huai immediately got to Guan, and his face was long gone from the frivolity and playfulness of the past. Frustration can make men grow, but the setbacks he has endured are not something ordinary people can understand.

When he was the prince in Jiangnan, he dreamed that one day his father would be taken to the capital to succeed the throne, so that he could become the emperor of the Song Dynasty in the future.

But when his dream came true, he realized that the emperor was not so easy to be a man.

His brother-in-law and father almost broke up because of the old empress dowager's game. Although they still maintain the affection on their face, the king, the minister, the father, the father, the son, the son, but all this is based on the word "love".

My father was seriously injured in Yangshan, and his secret disease was difficult to heal, and his health was getting worse and worse. No one could tell how long he could last.

When the father and emperor die, their relationship will fade. At that time, the brother-in-law who was sitting in the dark will come to the front of the stage and say that he is still young and difficult to rule. If he asks him to give up his position, what can he do?

I'm afraid I have to greet you with a smile, act like I have no ambitions, and go back and be honest as the King of Jiangnan.

This may be a good ending for him, just going back and forth.

If that brother-in-law still treats him as his brother-in-law and does not steal the throne, he will be even more worried.

After all, Cao Hua has a son. If he dies of his life a hundred years later, he may be invisible.

But if Cao Hua died first, you don’t need to think about what the scene would be.

He was a big Song Dynasty, holding hundreds of thousands of soldiers, and lived outside the palace city, controlling the political affairs of the big Song Dynasty. The emperor's golden crown could be obtained by raising his hand. Why should Cao An, who has grown up, care about his uncle who has no affection at all?

No one suppressed his descendants when Cao Hua died. Cao An was afraid that he would abdicate immediately, and then appointed Cao Hua as a Taizu, and moved his family to the palace city with justification.

Even if his nephew Cao An and Gu Nianqing were unable to seize power and usurp the throne, Xie Yijun's son had nothing to do with the Zhao family and was qualified to sit on the dragon throne. Why should he be a idle prince in the mountains of Western Shu?

Cao Hua must have more than one child, more than a dozen wives and dozens of children. No matter who becomes the emperor among his brothers, they are all serious princes and princesses. Why should they be a powerless young lady and son, and give up the great country to the descendants of the Zhao family?

Cao An, who grew up, even if the blood relationship between Gu Nian and the Zhao family was not likely to stand opposite to his brothers.

What will happen when Cao Hua closes his eyes is almost destined.

Zhao Huai sighed quietly, but knew it but could not even say that no one could understand such helplessness except him.

Entering the courtyard, Zhao Mao and Lu Pingyang, who had been waiting for a long time, stood up to greet him, and Zhou Tong just sat in the room.

When Zhao Huai looked at this late cousin whom he had only heard of, he felt a little sympathetic. Perhaps this cousin's situation was even more miserable, after all, even food and clothing became a problem.

If Zhao Huai was really the prince and his father was in power, the orphan of Zhao would definitely die. But now the world has almost changed its surname to Cao, and they are both Zhao's children, so what else can we fight for? It is because of this reason that he can come today.

Zhao Mao bowed slightly and bowed to his cousin: "I have met His Highness the Crown Prince."

Zhao Huai raised his hand gently and sat down in front of the small case. When he saw Zhao Mao, he must have come out today and relaxed, but there was nothing to say.

Looking at Zhao Mao who kept coughing, Zhao Huai thought for a while and said softly:

"Your affairs, my father knows. I kept my mouth shut in the past, so I changed my name. In a few days, I will give you the identity of a marquis. My fief is in Lingnan. Although the place is poor and bad, being far away from the court can allow my descendants to live a stable life... It will not be affected by a hundred years later..."

Zhao Mao's face was slightly happy, and he had already made a speech. It was not easy to get a sense of stability. Naturally, there was no objection at the moment:

"Thank you for your kindness. I will be at peace in the future and will never cause any trouble to you."

Zhao Huai chuckled softly and was about to ask about his well-being. Lu Pingyang, who was sitting next to him, looked up and showed his scarred face:

"Captain Prince Can you invite Cao Taisui? I want to talk to him if I have something to do."

As soon as these words came out, the courtyard suddenly became quiet.

Zhao Huai's face was slightly dark and he looked a little unhappy.

Zhao Maoze was stunned, and then spoke up annoyed: "Pingyang, stop talking, how can Cao Taisui be seen by you and I?"

"hehe...."

Lu Pingyang let out two sneers, lifted the hat on his head, revealing a hideous and terrifying face.

The entire right face was injured by the explosion, twisted together, and the right eye could no longer be opened, and the only left eye was full of resentment.

Although Zhao Huai was rich and frugal, he had seen many disgusting scenes in the war in Jiangnan and had some courage, but he still felt a little palpitation when he saw this scene.

Lu Pingyang's left eye was covered with bloodshots: "Kill my master, destroy my appearance, and make me look like a ghost. If you don't take this revenge, I can't sleep every night. I also asked His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Cao Hua come over to meet me."

Scream-

Zhao Huai had not answered yet, the door was already open.

Zhou Tong realized something was wrong and walked out of the house.

Lu Pingyang endured humiliation for so many years and took care of a prince who was completely useless. Just for this opportunity, how could he let it go at this time?

With a wrist, five flying knives shot out from their waists and stabbed the elderly Zhou Tong.

"Be careful with your Highness!"

The guards in the yard changed their faces and rushed up to rescue them.
Chapter completed!