Chapter 701 Emperor Zhao Returns

When Zhao Jing saw the middle-aged man outside the door, his face changed drastically, and he was filled with fear, panic, and disbelief.

At this moment, his eyes looked like he had seen a ghost.

It was like he had really seen a ghost!

His eyes were wide open, and his dark pupils suddenly expanded as if stimulated. His mouth was slightly open, and he stood there stiffly.

"You, you..."

He wanted to say something, but his voice seemed to be blocked by something in his throat, and he could no longer say a word.

He stared at the middle-aged man outside the door, and his heart was in turmoil.

At the same time, it was not only him who had seen a ghost, but also the three worshippers present and the guardian of Dazhao.

However, when his eyes fell on the middle-aged man outside the door, a gleam of light flashed quickly. Then, it disappeared completely.

He lost all his momentum and returned to the appearance of an old man who was about to die.

At this moment, outside the door.

The middle-aged man calmly scanned the room, and there seemed to be a dazzling light shining in his deep eyes.

His calm and indifferent eyes swept over everyone, like a steel blade, coldly scratching their skin.

He was wearing a gray robe, a slightly thin body, and a face that everyone present was very familiar with.

He just stood quietly outside the door, looking at everyone.

Just the momentum has suppressed everyone.

The atmosphere in the room suddenly became cold.

They looked at the middle-aged man in front of them in disbelief, and even a trembling horror rose in their hearts at this moment.

"Your Majesty?!"

Finally, I don't know who spoke subconsciously.

The slightly trembling and unbelievable tone was like a dream.

The person standing outside the door was Emperor Zhao!

The former emperor of Da Zhao!

But...

Isn't His Majesty dead? !

Wasn't His Majesty killed?

Then, who is standing in front of him? !

Almost at the same time, the three priests all looked at Zhao Jing.

At this moment, Zhao Jing's face was pale, and he was shaking so much that he could hardly stand.

Who else could this familiar face outside the door be but his father's?

That familiar look, familiar breath, familiarity made his heart tremble, as if he remembered the things in the past.

But...

"Who are you?!"

Zhao Jing stared at him: "You dare to impersonate the late emperor, you deserve to die!"

"Come here, kill him for me!"

The voice was trembling.

No one moved!

The three priests were frightened at this time and dared not act rashly.

"Impersonation?!"

Emperor Zhao outside the door walked slowly into the room.

His calm and cold eyes fell on Zhao Jing, and he was intimidating without anger, and said coldly: "Rebellious son, take a good look, who am I?!"

A cold snort made everyone present tremble.

Familiar tone, familiar temperament, clearly His Majesty...

It is impossible for anyone to be so indistinguishable from the real thing!

Appearance can be changed, tone can be imitated, but this natural temperament of an emperor is difficult to fake no matter what!

Zhao Jing's heart was shocked, and his body even shook. He pointed at Emperor Zhao with horror in his eyes: "Who are you? You dare to pretend to be the late emperor?!"

Zhao Jing turned around and said angrily: "What are you still standing there for? Catch him for me... Kill him!"

His face was a little ferocious at this moment!

He panicked!

He was also scared!

When his father, who had been dead, reappeared here, Zhao Jing felt dizzy.

What's going on?

What's going on?

Can he be resurrected?

No, it's impossible! !

The offering still didn't move.

Emperor Zhao stared at him coldly, his eyes full of disappointment and indifference: "Rebellious son, you killed the emperor and your father, and you took great pains to do such a beastly thing to murder me. But you can't imagine that I am not dead, right?!"

"No, impossible?!"

Zhao Jing's eyes were dull, he didn't believe it.

How could he not be dead? !

How could his father not be dead? !

He clearly did it himself...

"You want to say that you pierced my heart in the secret room with your own hands?"

As if he could see Zhao Jing's thoughts, Emperor Zhao sneered.

Zhao Jing's face changed drastically.

At that time, in the secret room, except for him and Emperor Zhao, there were only the three Taoists. But the three Taoists had also died in his hands. Clearly, no one else knew about this matter.

But why...

Could it be that it was really his father? !

At this moment, Zhao Jing trembled all over and his face turned pale.

The heart was pierced, and the person was buried under the secret room, and he could still live? !

"You have indeed calculated everything. I did not expect that my own son would usurp the throne and murder me!"

Emperor Zhao reached out and touched his left chest, which was still a little painful. Although the wound had healed, the pain was still there.

"But you never expected that my heart was on the right side. Your sword did not kill me! I was not destined to die, and I survived!"

Emperor Zhao's eyes were cold, and his tone was even more cold: "Today, I am here to settle this account with you, the unfilial son!"

Zhao Jing felt as if he had fallen into an ice cellar!

Not dead? !

The heart is on the right side?

Not dead!

Really, it was really my father? ! !

At this moment, even if Zhao Jing still didn't believe it, he had to accept this fact.

Is the middle-aged man in front of me really the ‘resurrected’ Emperor Zhao? !

Zhao Jing was trembling all over, his eyes were wide open with fear, and he subconsciously took two steps back.

This sudden change of news made him doubt his life.

Such a shocking and terrifying scene, my mind went blank at this moment.

It wasn't until he pinched his thigh twice that he gradually came back to his senses. Staring at the resurrected Emperor Zhao in front of him, there was still a look of fear and fear in his eyes.

But what followed was a look of gloom and determination.

"He is not the father!"

Zhao Jing's voice was cold and he said coldly: "Kill him, he is pretending to be my father and he deserves to die!"

He didn't care whether Emperor Zhao in front of him was his father or not, that didn't matter anymore.

If he is not dead, then let him die again tonight!

Still no movement!

Zhao Jing suddenly turned around and stared at the three worshipers coldly: "What? You don't even listen to me? Are you planning to rebel?!"

The three people's hearts sank.

Disobeying your order will cost you your head.

But...when they saw Emperor Zhao's familiar appearance, they didn't dare to take action for a moment.

What if it is really His Majesty? !

Seeing that the three of them could no longer count on him, Zhao Jing's eyes were filled with gloom and he turned to look at the guardian of Jokhang on the side: "Senior, this person is pretending to be my father. Please kill this person quickly to avoid causing trouble and disturbing me. Jokhang Royal Family!”

However, what Zhao Jing didn't expect was that the guardian of Dazhao, who had always been on his side before, chose to remain silent this time.

He stared at Zhao Jing for a few times, with a look of regret in his turbid eyes.

Silence.

Seeing this scene, Zhao Jing's heart suddenly sank.

"Senior, what do you mean by this?"

Seeing that the guardian was indifferent, Zhao Jing panicked.

This guardian of Jozhao is his greatest support. As the guardian of the Jozhao royal family, he can be said to be loyal.

Zhao Jing also visited him when he planned to murder Emperor Zhao that day. He didn't take action, which was why Zhao Jing's rebellion plan succeeded!

But now, why did the guardian suddenly turn his back? !

What's going on? !

Zhao Jing's expression changed.

The Guardian of Jozhao is his biggest support now. If he doesn't even help him...

At this moment, Zhao Jing's face suddenly changed and turned pale!

"Rebellious son!"

Emperor Zhao stared at him indifferently and said coldly: "I haven't given you the great kingdom of Zhao yet. Do you really think that you can get my kingdom by almost murdering me?!"

Zhao Jing seemed to realize something, and turned back to stare at Emperor Zhao, his expression suddenly changed: "You...I, I understand..."

He seemed to want to understand something. He looked at the old man beside him and then at Emperor Zhao. A trace of anger surged into his heart: "You dare to pretend to be my father, I will kill you!"

The next second, Zhao Jing quickly drew out the sword in his hand and stabbed Emperor Zhao.

Extremely fast!

Nearly the strength of a first-class master.

At this moment, Zhao Jing finally revealed his true martial arts!

He is also a master of martial arts with considerable strength!

In an instant, the sword edge had arrived in front of Emperor Zhao.

Zhao Jing looked ferocious. No matter if you are the father or not, if you stand in front of him, you will die!

However, the next second, a figure suddenly appeared on the spot and blocked Emperor Zhao.

And the sword in Zhao Jing's hand was still one person away and could no longer advance even half a minute!

It's like being enveloped by an invisible aura, blocking it!

And Zhao Jing's face suddenly changed, and then turned pale!

"It's already here, and you still want to kill your father in public?!"

Zhao Ying said coldly: "Your evil deeds will be exposed to the world sooner or later!"

As soon as she finished speaking, Zhao Ying flicked her sleeves, and a huge internal force surged out. The sword in Zhao Jing's hand was broken by inches.

"puff!"

Zhao Jing took two or three steps back, his breath unsteady, his face suddenly changed, and a mouthful of blood suddenly spurted out.

It fell on his golden dragon robe, which was particularly bright and dazzling.

At the same time, Zhao Jing stabilized his figure, but his hair was disheveled and he looked embarrassed.

He stared at Zhao Ying who was standing in front of Emperor Zhao, his eyes flashing with countless strange looks at this moment. Finally, he smiled!

sad smile!

It seems that there is still deep unwillingness!

He lost!

He lost inexplicably, but he also lost in a mess!

Tonight, from the moment Emperor Zhao appeared just now, Zhao Jing knew that he was finished!

Father is not dead!

This was something he could never have imagined. How could he not die? !

He was stabbed in the heart and didn't die? !

Even though he was buried underground, he didn't die? !

At this moment, Zhao Jing only regretted that he had not been more ruthless, that he had not confirmed whether he had stabbed his father in the heart, that he had not struck a few more swords, and that he had even... not set fire to his father's body!

However, regret is of no use anymore!

Zhao Jing wiped away the blood from the corner of his mouth, and all the energy in his body seemed to be drained away at this moment.

He lost!

His father was 'resurrected from the dead', and he was protected by Zhao Ying. The priests no longer obeyed his orders. In addition, even the guardian of Dazhao, whom he relied on most, had no response at this moment.

At this moment, Zhao Jing has become a traitor!

"bite!"

The sword in his hand slipped quietly.

Zhao Jing gave up resistance.

Turning around, he trudged back to the table and sat down.

The emotion on his face went from frightened and shocked at the beginning to gradually calming down now.

"I'm not willing to give in!"

Zhao Jing raised his head and looked at Emperor Zhao, with some indescribable emotions and some deep unwillingness in his eyes.

He is unwilling to give in, but what can he do?

Emperor Zhao looked at him indifferently and was silent for a long time.

"You all go out first!"

He spoke coldly.

Several people in the room were startled, and the three worshipers immediately bowed their hands towards Emperor Zhao, and then left.

The guardian of Jozhao on the side also turned around, his turbid eyes passing over Emperor Zhao.

Then, he left too!

Zhao Ying was left looking at Zhao Jing, then back at Zhao Emperor, and finally left the room.

After a while, there were only two people left in the room.

Emperor Zhao stood on the spot, with his hands behind his back, looking at Zhao Jing indifferently.

Look at this treacherous son who almost killed him!

Now, it is also time to clean up the door.

"I'm really unwilling..."

Zhao Jing stared at Emperor Zhao and gritted his teeth: "Why are you still alive?!"

Emperor Zhao's face was expressionless, "Sir, at this time, you still haven't reflected or repented at all?!"

"Why should I repent?!"

As if he thought of something, Zhao Jing sneered: "Dazhao is now like this, all thanks to you!"

"Eighteen years ago, for your own selfish desires and for the sake of being famous throughout the ages, you dreamed of being an emperor who opened up new territories in the history books. You spent countless efforts of soldiers and civilians and wasted money and destroyed Northern Qi! However, the old Northern Qi party still exists today. The chaos in Northern Qi has become a worry for me, Dazhao!"

"Over the years, you have neglected the government in pursuit of the so-called immortality. As the emperor of Zhaozhao, you have made no achievements, leading to chaos in the court and the collapse of world order! The emperor's uncle has been secretly recruiting troops and power for more than ten years..."

"As the Emperor of Jokhang, you did nothing, causing Jokhang to be in this situation now..."

Zhao Jing's eyes were ferocious, staring at him: "Since you don't do anything, why don't you pass on your throne to me? I can be your supreme emperor with peace of mind?!"

"I finally got to this point with great difficulty, but you are not dead... You come back and want to take away everything I finally got?! I am not willing to give in, I am not convinced, why?! Why?!"

Zhao Jing's tone was excited, as if he was crazy: "It was you who turned Dazhao into what it is now, and it was you who pushed me to this point... If it weren't for you, Dazhao wouldn't be like this now. I could bring Dazhao to where it is now." A new level of glory..."

His voice was full of questioning, full of resentment, and full of unspeakable indignation!

Why target him? !

What did he do wrong?

He was not wrong! !

Faced with Zhao Jing's crazy questioning, Emperor Zhao fell silent!

The coldness in his eyes seemed to fall into temporary confusion following Zhao Jing's questioning.

There was silence for a long time.

Emperor Zhao finally spoke slowly: "You may be right. I have neglected the government over the years! I am indeed responsible for what Zhao is like today!"

Maybe he did make some wrong decisions over the years.

but……

"But this is not the reason for you to kill your king and your father!"

Emperor Zhao stared at him: "You have done such a thing that is outrageous to both humans and gods. It is intolerable to the laws of heaven!"

"Oh!"

As if he had accepted his fate, Zhao Jing had a ferocious smile on his face at this time: "If I didn't do this, how could this Dazhao be better in your hands? I, Dazhao, have had emperors in these years? If it weren't for Su Xiang After struggling to hold on, the Jokhang Palace has long been disbanded... I just hate that I didn't stab you twice more!"

Emperor Zhao looked cold and disappointed: "You disappoint me so much!"

"You are the crown prince of Dazhao. Sooner or later I will hand over the country of Dazhao to you!"

"But you did such a treasonous thing. I was wrong about you!"

Zhao Jing sneered: "Leave it in my hands? I'm afraid, you want to hand the country of Dazhao into her hands, right?! I am the prince of Dazhao, but you hand Qintiansi to her? Everyone only knows that Dazhao has Princess, how many people know about the existence of this prince?"

Emperor Zhao said expressionlessly: "I gave Qin Tiansi to Ying'er because I wanted her to assist you in supervising the court officials and suppressing the underdogs in the world! I have given you opportunities before, but you gave in again and again. I am disappointed. You are narrow-minded and only care about the partisan struggle in the court, and you are destined to fail in achieving great things!"

"Even so, I don't take it to heart. You are still the crown prince. When the time is right, I will hand over the Great Zhao Kingdom to you... But I never expected that you would do such a thing!"

Zhao Jing just sneered and didn't believe it at all: "Why are you still talking so much nonsense? Winner or loser, I did lose to you! Kill or behead, it's up to you!"

Emperor Zhao looked at him coldly: "Don't you have any regrets in your heart?"

"Why should I regret it?!"

Zhao Jing looked at him calmly and said in a deep voice: "If you really want to regret it, if you have to do it again, I will not give you another chance!"

"Rebellious son!"

Emperor Zhao was completely disappointed and his eyes were cold.

…

It's quiet at night.

Zhao Ying stood alone outside the main hall, looking up at the stars.

The cold eyes are bright and bright.

The stars tonight are also particularly obvious, as if they reflect her.

Not far away, under the cover of night, several Imperial Guards stood before His Highness, fully armed and full of murderous intent.

Most of the imperial guards in the palace were the former confidants promoted by Emperor Zhao.

After Emperor Zhao's death, they naturally loyal to Zhao Jing. However, Emperor Zhao suddenly came back to life. As the confidants of Emperor Zhao in the past, it was self-evident who they were loyal to.

Behind him, the closed door slowly opened.

Zhao Ying turned around, and Emperor Zhao, dressed in a gray robe, slowly walked out. Under the cover of the night, his body looked particularly majestic.

"Your Majesty!"

The imperial guards outside the door knelt on the ground.

Zhao Ying glanced into the room, "Father, how should we deal with him?"

"Just lock him up for the time being!"

Emperor Zhao's voice was a little heavy, and he was obviously disappointed.

How could being murdered by his own son resolve the grudge?

Zhao Ying was silent and nodded: "Yes!"

"It's getting late!"

Emperor Zhao slowly raised his head and glanced at the night: "It's time to go to the morning court!"

It was late, and it was not far from dawn.

And this palace coup ended quietly and came to an end.

Emperor Zhao's "resurrection" announced his return as a king!

"Let's go!"

Emperor Zhao's eyes were calm, and there was an indescribable aura of loneliness and coldness all over his body.

"I should also go and see what my court has become now!"

"..."