Chapter 112 Zhao Wuji's father and son

In the military camp outside Huangsha City, the city lord Kailimu who was walking there had been turning around for a long time. He had been looking at the direction his son was coming, and he needed his son to explain it to him if there was a problem.

Looking at his son who was rushing to come, he showed an unhappy expression.

"Matini, why are you always messing around!"

"I'm sorry, my father, I...I'm getting up late!"

Abdul Martini lied honestly in the face of his father's stern gaze.

"Hmph, do I think I don't know? It must be Eliya. It's all because you took him to that guy's residence. Did he take your sister..."

Upon hearing this question, Abdul Martini pondered for a moment, then answered a plausible answer.

"Well, as far as I know, but I don't know what they say on my back!"

Kailimu glared at his son angrily, and he didn't understand why this bastard son was not very scrupulous! If Eliya and Zhao Fubo had any intimate relationship, then his daughter would have to tie him up in this life.

He looked up and was a little worried, so he asked again.

"You don't know, or do you dare not tell me what they have? If they have something, I will catch that little bastard from his house and then deal with it according to our canon."

Lord Kailimu's words shocked Abdul Martini. He didn't want Zhao Fubo to be dealt with like that, so he would be helping all the more.

"Although I don't know my father, I'm just like I said. That guy Fu Bo is a little stupid and doesn't know about the girls' affairs yet! Shu Yuer in their family often tells him to stare. I don't think he can do those things!"

Kailimu nodded and asked another question, which troubled him in the middle of the night.

"Is he really not going to kill his uncle? Martini I want to listen to your sincere words, and you want to swear to Allah Allah, that all you say is the truth!"

This vow has an almost absolutely sacred status in the Arab Empire. Although some people regard it as cabbage, everyone is still used to speaking like this.

"I swear to Allah that my brother Fubo just wanted to teach his uncle a lesson, not kill him!"

When he swears, Abdul Martini was already happy because he knew that his father had agreed to that.

At the same time, a roar was heard from time to time in the west room of the Zhao family.

"You little beast, look at what good things you did!"

When Zhao Wuji faced his unsatisfactory son, his anger had eased a lot. Despite this, when he scolded others, he still had anger that soared into the sky.

Zhao Xu went to Cote City and went to "do business" in person, which was exposed because of the unhidden scars on his face.

At this time, Zhao Xu, who was lying on the bed, had a wound on his face tightly wrapped. He only showed his two eyes and kept moaning from his mouth.

The wound on his face did not hurt, and his moaning sound just wanted to stop his father's scolding that had been starting yesterday.

I was full of regret for what happened yesterday. Not only did I not get Shu Yuer's first night, but there was even a wound on his handsome face, which he had always been proud of.

Because of this wound, he suffered from the roar that had not stopped since yesterday evening. This is not the most annoying. According to the report of the Shi Shi who had been with him and the girls to serve him, not only did Shu Yuer come back safely, but even the Faris Hamzai he hired has not been heard until now.

"I'm afraid he's dead under Erlang Fubo's men. That bastard really has such great skills!"

The recent series of changes have prevented him from calling Zhao Fubo the "stupid Erlang". First, he won a lot of money in the competition, and then he actually suppressed the pirates in the sea. Now, not only Shu Yuer completely flew out of his palm, but even the helpers he hired were eliminated by him.

"Is it possible? That Erlang Fubo really became so powerful all of a sudden? Then why was he so stupid before? Has this little bastard always pretended?"

Zhao Wuji had been walking around the house for almost all night with his hands behind his back and lowered his head. He even felt that he would add a few white hair all night.

"I really didn't expect it to be like this. I really underestimated that little bastard before!"

A series of blows made him a little absent-minded, and even when he remembered the problem, his mind was a little unclear.

"The scars on Xu'er's face will probably affect Guanzhao in the future, but wherever you go to visit some famous doctors, it may be cured well!"

He walked around the house for a few times and noticed the rising sun outside. But this was not helpful to a trance-like mind.

"But Yuanshui cannot save the near-thirst, and the wound on his face will eventually be discovered by others. Especially Shu Yuer, the little prostitute, has also come back, I'm afraid Sanniang will know it now!"

When he thought that Sanniang had already known what Zhao Xu had done, he couldn't help but sweat.

"This is all about Shu Yuer, a little prostitute. It's a pity that she was with that Erlang from the beginning. If she had come to the west room at the beginning..."

Thinking of this, Zhao Wuji suddenly thought of a rumor at home.

It is said that Zhao Fubo's father, Xin Zhao Weinan, was originally a concubine, but his biological mother was the Sanniang. This incident evoked Zhao Wuji's reminiscence on the past.

When he was young, he studied with his elder brother Zhao Weinan and kept playing. Although his mother was different, the two brothers were very intimate in their relationship.

As he grew up, his elder brother made the dragon-tooth saw for himself who liked martial arts. As for him who was tall and powerful, he used Mamluk's spear. Until now, he remembered the fierce attack of the spear in his elder brother's hand, Zhao Wuji still sweated.

As for literature, although he was not as good as his elder brother's skills, he could read books quite well. If the two brothers were not for that woman... When they thought of that "woman", Zhao Wuji couldn't help but look at all with guilt.

Ning Xiner, like Shu Yuer today, was the best girl in Liuyuan. Unfortunately, Fang Wushuangquan's elder brother Zhao Weinan became a family later, so Ning Xiner naturally married him.

"But she...but she..."

As soon as he thought of Ning Xiner, Zhao Wuji would sweat on his forehead. He quickly walked towards the door, opened the curtain and walked into the air outside the house that still kept the morning cool.

"Forget it, forgot..."

Looking up at the sky, Zhao Wuji put his spirit back into the legend. It was not long after his elder brother Zhao Weinan became the leader. At that time, someone came to him and told him an important situation.

"Your elder brother is Sanniang's illegitimate son, so how should you take charge of the family?"

Looking back now, it was probably after hearing this news that the distance between me and my elder brother became larger and larger. Even when my elder brother arranged for me to be the owner of Jifeng Village, Zhao Wuji believed that the elder brother was worried that he would not accept it, so he was sent to the house.

When he thought of this incident again, Ning Xiner's shadow would inevitably appear in front of him again. Zhao Wuji waved his hand as if he was driving a fly, driving away these past events from his mind. He continued to think about the current crisis.

"Sanniang is the little bastard's grandmother, is this possible?"

Zhao Wuji was really afraid of Sanniang. Of course, he also felt a little hated. If it weren't for Sanniang, the eldest brother would have been the one who was in charge after Huatouzimo was attacked.

Who would have thought that Sanniang relied on the master's favor to occupy the position of the Zhang family? However, Sanniang's later actions made Zhao Wuji a little confused.

"Which grandma can throw a five-year-old child into the stable? But the dark horse is very powerful. If it weren't for the guard leader next to Xu'er, she wouldn't have died like that!"

Speaking of which, when Xiao Hei Tan died, Zhao Wuji really felt that Zhao Fubo was pitiful. For ten years, the only one who accompanied him was the dark horse.

"Maybe if the horse had not died, that little bastard would not have turned over so quickly! At that time, he was a fool who could not read, even that little prostitute..."

Looking back now, he really missed the stupid Zhao Fubo. At that time, he could have steadily gained the upper hand if he had to make some decisions in the Zhao family.

In the cool air in the yard, Zhao Wuji stringed everything together and savored it again, concluding that the legend was really not something credible.

"It's a pity that Xu'er was unable to get ahead in order to recover that Safowan at the martial arts competition, otherwise... Sanniang has noticed that little bastard and even asked him to worship the ancestral temple. I'm afraid he has already understood his identity now, otherwise why has the change so much now? It must be like this. Sanniang just won the competition because of him..."

After thinking about this, Zhao Wuji felt better. After all, the struggle now can be said to be open. Just as Zhao Xu promised to the girl, the young man knew his true identity, and who did not want to return to the Song Dynasty to inherit the throne.

"This little bastard knows his identity, I'm afraid it will be difficult for him to win him away in the future. Now around him..."

Just as Zhao Wuji thought of this, the servant in the house suddenly ran over hurriedly.

"Master...Master, this is the urgent letter from Lord Lu Er!"

Zhao Wuji reached out to take the small bamboo tube tied to the pigeon's legs, and looked at the vermilion-red little bamboo tube, which meant that he was anxious, and he was a little confused.

"What's wrong with Jifeng Village? What's wrong with Jifeng Village? Could it be that some plague broke out in the pile of animals?"

With these questions in mind, Zhao Wuji opened the note and looked at it, and his head couldn't help but buzz.
Chapter completed!