Zhao Cheng curled the corners of his lips and sneered, "You talk too much nonsense, my wife often says that villains die from talking too much, so it turns out that this is not unreasonable." ”

Otherwise, isn't it funny to still talk about this at this time?

Emperor Showa stood up angrily, and his tone was obviously a little lacking in confidence.

"You, you dare, I'm the emperor, I'm the monarch of this country, aren't you afraid of being scolded by the world if you kill me?"

"......" Zhao Cheng raised his eyebrows and looked at him as if he was looking at an idiot, and the person who looked at him with sharp and cold eyes trembled.

"Do you think that if I kill you, the people of the world will say anything?"

After listening to Zhao Cheng's words, Emperor Showa sat down on the dragon chair with a stiff face, unable to speak.

Because he is telling the truth.

Now the entire Jin Zhao Kingdom only knows that there is Prime Minister Zhao Cheng, where is there anyone who knows the existence of him as an emperor.

Seriously, Zhao Cheng has never been interested in his chair, if you talk about it, he is not interested in anything in this world except Qing'er.

But this person not only coveted him seven years ago, but also almost caused his wife to have a miscarriage.

Originally, now that his wife's whereabouts were unknown, he didn't know what the emperor was, but the emperor sent people to kill their father and son again and again.

And half a month ago, he happened to be away from his son that time, and if he came back a little later, his only son would have been killed.

Thinking of this, his face became even more gloomy.

"The person you coveted me at the beginning, and almost caused her to have a miscarriage, and now you send someone to kill my only son, do you think I shouldn't kill you?"

The voice sounded calm, but the coldness under the calm made people shiver.

Emperor Showa was unwilling and couldn't help but refute and defend: "Nonsense, when I send someone to kill your son, this is obviously slander."

"Phew, dare not do it, if it weren't for my deep internal strength half a month ago, dragging on and waiting for my father to come, I would have been killed by those men in black a long time ago. Dad, what are you doing with him talking so much nonsense, maybe my mother is hidden by him. ”

As he spoke, a young boy of six or seven years old walked at the door of the main hall.

The boy was holding a jade flute in his hand, he wore a ponytail, and a long red ribbon was tied to his hair, which was very conspicuous in black and red.

The boy was dressed in a white brocade tunic training costume, with red trim on the collar and cuffs, and he was heroic and cute, and he could see that he must have the same peerless appearance as his father when he grew up.

Hearing his son's voice, Zhao Cheng tilted his head to look at his son who was striding towards him, it was his son Zhao Yu.

In a trance, he actually felt that his wife was standing next to his son and waving to him.

Zhao Yu was the son of himself and Song Qing, looking at his son Zhao Cheng's indifferent face, it was rare to show a little gentleness.

"Here it is, the matter is settled."

Zhao Yu strode up to his father and nodded and said, "Dad, it goes without saying, I have already led people to solve all the hidden forces."

"That's good." Zhao Cheng glanced at him lightly, and pointed his sword at the middle-aged man on the throne.

At this moment, Emperor Showa on the dragon chair was really afraid, the father and son really wanted to kill him.

They really want to kill themselves, thinking of this, he unconsciously stood up, "Zhao Cheng, you can't kill me, if you want the throne, I can give it to you." ”

"As long as you don't kill me, I will write an edict of abdication and let you sit in this position in the bright light. And I misunderstood your wife, I just accidentally hugged her, nothing else......"

On the dragon chair, Emperor Showa's voice did not fall, and Zhao Cheng's eyes were cold.

Everyone saw the silver sword light flash, and a generation of emperors became history.