Martial Sage

Tang Wang summoned, Tang Hao was not surprised.

Today Tang Hao has some inseparable blood ties with the royal family, and this kind of scene should be paid to pay homage.

Before the construction of the ordinary palace, the ministers dressed in plain clothes were bustling, all kneeling down on the ground, and the sound of sobbing was endless.

Even in this hot summer, it sounds like a cold winter, and my heart feels cold and sad.

Following the recommendation of Grandpa Rong, Tang Hao went straight to the bedroom.

The table where the former Taishang watched the dance music was still there, and the dragon chair under the pavilion was still quietly placed there as it was when I first saw it, but the old man was not seen.

Birth, old age, sickness and death are destined, no one can escape the law of fate.

At such a moment, Tang Hao suddenly remembered the family of his later generations, his father's sternness, his mother's kindness, his wife and children's tenderness...

Now it is only in this different time and space, sending lovesickness from afar.

"Dingbeihou, your majesty is inside, and the old slave can only send you here."

The voice was hoarse, like a summer breeze sweeping through the leaves, low and sad.

Tang Hao rubbed his sour nose, stopped slightly, put his mind away, and responded in a low voice.

Crossed the threshold, turned the screen, dressed in plain clothes, knelt down on the bed with his head hanging down.

"Your Majesty, my sorrow."

There was a slight sorrow in the quiet voice, Tang Wang's slightly trembling body stagnated slightly, and the deep and light voice dispersed.

"Let's take a look when you come!"

He walked a few steps slowly, his eyes moved to the figure on the bed, his majestic face was serene and quiet, as if he was asleep.

Tang Hao slowly knelt down, bowed his head silently, and sent his grief.

I don't know how long it took, Wang Wang turned his head slightly.

"Get up, I, I have some words to tell you."

I couldn't see Wang Wang's face, but Tang Hao could hear the sadness in this voice.

Staring at the slowly rising figure in front of him, Tang Hao followed and stood up.

Perhaps because of the long kneeling, the moment King Tang got up, his figure was shaking.

From behind, Tang Hao held up the swaying figure and said softly.

"Your Majesty, be careful."

The red and swollen eyes met Tang Hao's concerned gaze, and Wang Wang's big hand patted the back of his arm.

"Tang Hao! When there is no one in the future, you should call me the emperor father."

"I don't have a few family members by my side."

It was at this moment that Tang Hao suddenly realized that the prestigious King Tang, who had slaughtered the world, seemed to become fragile at this moment.

Yes!

His wife passed away just a year ago, and now his biological father is also gone. The children have grown up and are their own homes.

Li Chengqian was demoted to Qianzhou, Princess Changle was married, and the two dazzling princes fought openly and secretly, and there was no face to come to see this emperor.

In a huge palace, apart from these respectful and conscientious eunuchs, there is only such a lonely family left.

Supporting Wang Wang to sit down in the side hall, don Juan waved slowly and motioned for Tang Hao to sit beside him.

When Tang Hao sat down, Wang Wang sighed softly and said slowly.

"Let's go, one by one."

"This Jiangshan was given by the emperor, and now his old man is gone, leaving me alone."

"Tang Hao, do you know the burden on me?"

When Empress Longsun passed away, King Tang asked similar questions.

The difference is that Tang Wang was upset at that time, even a little crazy.

Perhaps it was one year after one year, this King Tang had a deeper view of life and death, and now he only kept this painful sorrow in his heart instead of revealing it as before.

Or maybe it was Tang Wang's state of mind, which has also become more sensible and more stable during the past two years.

Tang Hao sighed lightly, his expression solemn.

"Datang cultivates health, the mulberry is flourishing, the national strength is booming, the training of the soldiers is coming to an end, and the shipbuilding is also preparing for it."

"Presumably in the last few years, it will stand tall in the East and become the focus of all nations."

"Dominates the land and sea, invincible."

A gleam of light flashed in the deep eyes, as if yearning, and already immersed in the beautiful blueprint planned by Tang Hao.

A hoarse and low voice came out slowly from his throat.

"I, I am old, there are many things, I'm afraid I can't wait."

"It's just like the past with the father and the emperor, it has become a brand, engraved in the heart."

"For a while, I wanted to find an opportunity to resolve the contradiction between father and son. Now it has become empty talk."

The words are full of loss, like a child who has made mistakes and missed a good opportunity.

Wang Wang's palm was on his forehead, his cheek muscles twitched, his expression complex, annoyed, remorseful, and a bit firm.

Although he didn't have this experience, Tang Hao's identity as a descendant of the world, he saw this history very clearly.

After a long breath of relief, Tang Hao patted King Tang's arm for the first time, as intimate as a father and son, like old friends for many years.

"Father, what happened back then, you are not wrong."

"If it is him, he will do the same, and he will succeed in everything, not to mention the king of the world."

"Live up to the expectations, work hard to create the glory of Datang, you are already the Mingjun in the hearts of the people of the Datang, and the Heavenly Khan in the hearts of the prairie barbarians."

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