Liu took the sword from King Zhao. Everything was self-evident and unbelievable. He looked deeply at King Zhao and whispered: "Your Highness, the King of Shu said that this is the sword of King Huai of Song Dynasty..."

King Zhao smiled gently and said calmly: "Xiao, I have used three names in my life. One is what you know now, King Zhao Dugu Ke. The other is what you heard from others, Song

King Huai Liu Ying. There is another one that few people in this world know anymore... It is the pseudonym I used when I was young and traveled around the world, called Liu Yin.

The people who knew my pseudonym back then were your mother, the King of Shu Wuxie, the head of Yaowang Mountain Xue, and the knight who made this sword for me, Meng Lin. However, the King of Shu didn't know that I

Even the current King of Zhao, Meng Lin, didn't know that I was once King Huai of Song Dynasty, Liu Ying, and Xue Jiuming didn't know that after he cured me of the strange poison, I was able to live for such a long time, even when my sons have established themselves as kings of a country.

Jun."

Liu held the King Huai Sword tightly, and although he saw King Zhao's gentle smile, he couldn't help but choked up and couldn't speak.

King Zhao suddenly lowered his eyes, sighed softly, and continued: "Twenty-three years ago during the Chen-Song War, I didn't have time to say goodbye to your mother properly before setting off for the war. I only left her a letter.

, the letter was about a life-and-death contract, telling Zicheng that he would return to his garden and live in the fields, and meet Zhao Guo. Unfortunately, she would never know that I had been waiting for her in Zhao Guo for more than twenty years.

People in the Song Dynasty do not believe in ghosts and gods, but I hope that whether your mother is a spirit in the sky or a being in the earth, you can see your father and never let her down in this life.

The year before last, he sent me a letter in private, thanking me for putting his sister, Princess Liu Shu of the Song Dynasty, on the beauty list. He said that everyone in the world thought that the Princess of the Song Dynasty was a golden girl who stayed at home, but they didn't know that

When he was ten years old, he took his sister out of the palace to play, but she was separated from her. From then on, the princess of Song Dynasty disappeared for thirteen years. He did not want to announce that the princess of Song Dynasty was missing, firstly because he was afraid of damaging her reputation, and secondly.

It's because I blame myself and I can't stand it, and I don't want to face it.

He said that I could do him a favor and put his sister on the beauty list, as if his missing sister was still alive in the world, which was also a comfort to him. He never thought that after so many years,

His sister was actually alive and well, even better than him. As the king of Song Dynasty, he did not want to admit the theory of ghosts and gods, but he stated in his letter that this beauty list seemed to come from the king of hell.

A page torn out of the Book of Life and Death.

I didn't reply to my son's letter. However, I coincidentally thought of something with him. I also hope that this beauty list is a page torn from the Book of Life and Death of the King of Hell. I hope that your mother is still alive.

I hope that when she learns that she is on the list, she can come to thank King Zhao in person, just like when you were sixteen years old, you came to argue with me in person... I also hope that she can come to argue with me, why

He didn't put her on the list of beauties...

When you were sixteen, you stood in front of me. There was only a golden gauze curtain separating you from me, but I didn't recognize you. When I was young, although your father had served as the king of two countries, even though he seemed to have lived his whole life.

Three lives, but I also have self-blame, guilt, and things that are difficult to face.

That year, I was afraid that when I opened the golden gauze curtain, I would see a face that was very similar to your mother.

Before that, I did not inform your adoptive father and did not take you away from him. Because your adoptive father was with your mother before she died. I think your adoptive father took you out.

It must be your mother's last wish to be raised in Baiyu Palace.

A long time ago, your mother told me that she didn't want our children to grow up in the palace, and she didn't want our children to become like me, cunning, cunning, and full of schemes. I couldn't let the old King Zhao entrust me with my life, so I had to stay.

In Pingliang. I think that instead of letting you grow up with me in the Zhao Palace and learn some tricks, it is better to comply with your mother's wish and travel around the country with your adoptive father to enjoy the mountains and rivers.

When I see you today... you are not only talented in literature and martial arts, but also have a great sense of justice. I know that your mother's choice is right. If you had grown up with me, I would probably not be better than you.

Your foster father taught you better.

Xiao, since you were born, I haven't fulfilled any of my responsibilities as a father. If you don't want to recognize me, it's reasonable. Just think that King Zhao was beaten to pieces by the Rong tribe, talking nonsense...

"

King Zhao turned his head and stopped looking at King Qi, who was standing in front of him without saying a word. When he had mixed feelings in his heart, he only heard Liu call out: "Father."

King Zhao paused, turned his back to Liu, and washed his face with the no longer warm water in the tub.

Liu took a step forward, tested the temperature of the water with his hand, and said, "The water is cold. I'll get a handkerchief and clothes for my father." After that, he turned around and took clean clothes from the bench and handed the handkerchief to him.

After leaving King Zhao, he still held the clothes for King Zhao in his hand.

When King Zhao was dressing, Liu saw that there were new wounds on his shoulders, back and legs that had not yet healed. He choked and said, "Let me apply some medicine to the wounds on my father's body. After applying the medicine, I will grate my father again."

hair?"

King Zhao swallowed the lump in his throat, patted Liu on the shoulder, and said with a smile: "My hair is already half white, so there is no need to mess with it. This small injury on my body is not as severe as the heart-pounding pain I suffered when I was poisoned."

One." He looked at the blood stains on Liu's shirt again and said, "King Zhao's washing smells good, but King Qi smells bad. What's wrong with that? My dear, do you want to eat first or take a bath first?"

Liu raised his hand to wipe away the tears from the corners of his eyes, and replied with a smile: "I will also wash away the blood first, and then have a comfortable meal with my father."

King Zhao nodded and said, "Okay, I'll get you hot water."

Liu Dao: "I'll pour out this bucket of cold water."

The father and son did not call the waiter, but took it upon themselves to exchange hot water for cold water. After a while, Liu had taken off his shirt and soaked in the hot water in the large tub.

Liu closed his eyes and rested. King Zhao had taken the handkerchief and his clean robe behind the gold gauze curtain, placed them on a bench, and brought a pot of hot tea. The father and son had a cup each. Liu Jingxin drank it.

Tea, King Zhao drank the hot tea in one gulp, put down the tea cup in his hand, walked behind Liu, untied his bun, and took out the wooden comb he asked the waiter for when he took out his clothes.

He grew a black hair for Liu Zhen.

Liu kept his eyes closed for fear that he would not be able to hold back his tears. When the heaven and man were fighting in his chest, he only heard King Zhao ask: "Has your foster father... also combed your hair?"

Liu still closed his eyes, frowned slightly, and nodded slightly.

King Zhao sighed: "Fortunately, it's snowing heavily, so the Rong people won't come again tonight. Otherwise, I'm afraid I won't even have time to do something as simple as combing your hair. My dear, your hair is very good.

Just like your mother's hair, it is black and smooth. She and I also cut each other's hair."

King Zhao chuckled a few times and continued, "That is probably one of the things King Huai of Song likes to do the most. No wonder people in the world laugh at his incompetence.

I always feel that the life of King Huai of Song Dynasty was fleeting, and now King Zhao seems to be an immortal monster. Probably because when people do things they like, life is very short, and when people do things they don’t like
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