"Why did my son get out? My son hasn't gotten what he deserves," Zhong Mingzheng calmly looked at Zhong Zhiheng's strenuous* appearance, while pursing his lips. He said, "By the way, this Hall of Mental Cultivation will belong to the son-in-law from now on. If you want to get out, it should be the father who gets out. Father. Don't you think so?"
"You...don't even think about it!" Zhong Zhiheng gritted his teeth and pointed at Zhong Mingzheng with trembling withered fingers, "As long as...as long as I still have breath. You...don't even think about making your wish come true!"
"Father, what are you trying to do? You know that your life is in the hands of your son. So today. Do you still need to say such cruel words?" Zhong Mingzheng sneered, crossing his legs Shaking gently, he said again. "However, a son is not as vicious as his father. He can poison the late emperor himself. So father, please don't force your son. As long as you write down the edict of abdication and succession, your son will Guaranteed that you will still enjoy wealth and glory in the future. Not only that, but my son will let you be the Supreme Emperor, Father Emperor. Compared with you back then, I am a filial son, don’t you think?”
Zhong Zhiheng stared at the bright yellow bed curtain. After a long while, he suddenly turned to Zhong Mingzheng, and then asked in embarrassment: "Yes...you killed Mingrong?"
The corners of Zhong Mingzheng's upturned mouth froze, and then he smiled again, more complacently: "What? Father, did you just think of this?"
"Why? He...he is your real brother!" Zhong Zhiheng stared at Zhong Mingzheng.
He had also thought that Zhong Mingzheng might be the murderer of Zhong Mingrong before, but one was that Zhong Mingzheng was Zhong Mingrong's elder brother. It wasn't that he would attack his own brother, Er Zehui suddenly jumped out, and he completely dispelled his doubts. It was only when he watched Zhou Youan being dispatched by Zhong Mingzheng just now, that he suddenly remembered that the death of the fourth prince, after all, It still had something to do with the Imperial Forest Army, even if Concubine Hui was so powerful, how could she suddenly buy off all the Imperial Forest Army who were on duty that night? For a moment, Zhong Zhiheng only felt a chill all over his body, but at this moment, facing Zhong Mingzheng's smug and sinister smile, he even felt a chill in his heart.
"He...he is your real brother? How... how can you do it?" Zhong Zhiheng said tremblingly, "Brute... Bastard! Bastard!"
"What about the father? How can the father be willing to do anything to King Pingxi?" Zhong Mingzheng said coldly, "In order to seize the throne, the father did not hesitate to marry the unmarried wife of King Pingxi. The king took very strict precautions. First, he concocted a 20-year-old case with the help of An Junwang, and now he is going to use the An-jun king to concoct another 20-year-old case in the same way, and directly put Pingxi King to death. I want to ask you, King Pingxi is your own younger brother, and he has made great contributions to the Great Zhou Dynasty, how can you deal with him?"
"Shut up! Shut up! Cough cough!" Zhong Zhiheng was panting harder and faster, every time he uttered a word, he was accompanied by a sharp cough, "You... you don't want to get... anything you want from me , get out! Get out!"
"Even if the father doesn't want to give it to the son, it doesn't matter. Anyway, as soon as the father dies, the whole world belongs to the son. It doesn't matter whether he has that piece of paper. The reason why the son came to ask the father is Because of my son's filial piety, my son has always wanted to find a chance to talk to my father." Zhong Mingzheng said with a smile, and while taking a handkerchief to wipe Zhong Zhiheng's sweat, he said slowly, "My father, you Can you tell Erchen why you have been unwilling to make Erchen the crown prince from the beginning to the end?"