Same as Zhao Wenxiang before.
Expand it and take a look.
Jiang Waner saw the elegant font that she had never seen before.
It's so beautiful.
She couldn't help but lose consciousness for a while.
Look at the content again.
Jiang Waner was even more shocked.
Just five or six hundred words.
Speak sincerely.
Go deep into your heart.
Sentences that shocked people's hearts came one after another.
It made her shudder violently.
Read it all in one go.
Watch it again.
Watch it again.
Her eyes seemed to be embedded in the memorial in front of her.
pretty!
Beautiful handwriting.
The content is so beautiful that I have nothing to say.
This is the most beautiful memorial she has ever seen since taking the throne.
But……
Was such a beautiful memorial written by that good-for-nothing bastard Zhao Hao?
How is this possible?
a long time.
Jiang Waner put away the memorial.
A pair of beautiful eyes looked at Zhao Wenxiang next to him with deep suspicion.
Zhao Wenxiang understood what Jiang Waner was thinking.
He immediately kowtowed again.
"Your Majesty, this thunderbolt was indeed made by my son Zhao Hao. The charcoal, saltpeter and other materials were sent from the heavenly prison personally by my wife."
"This memorial was also written by Zhao Hao himself under the watch of my wife. There is absolutely no deception."
Jiang Waner took a deep breath, still not believing that Zhao Hao did this.
But I didn't see any flaws.
It only takes a little research to find out what is true and what is false.
It is absolutely impossible for Zhao Wenxiang to tell lies.
Of course, there is another possibility.
Zhao Wenxiang somehow learned about the invention of this thunderous thunder, and then asked someone to tell Zhao Hao in the sky prison how to invent it.
Wanting to save his son's life.
In this case...
Jiang Waner's thoughts whirled, and she immediately made a decision in her heart.
"Zhao Aiqing, you gave birth to a good son!"
"Zhao Hao made a lot of mistakes in the past, but knowing that the country was in trouble, he still thought of sharing my worries even though he was in prison, which shows that this child is not confused when facing important events."
"This is all due to you as a father!"
Hearing what Jiang Waner said, Zhao Wenxiang relaxed.
Done!
My son's life was finally saved!
Jiang Wan'er continued: "My Daqian law stipulates that those who have made great achievements can have their crimes appropriately reduced."
"It is an unforgivable crime for Zhao Hao to molest the princess in the street, but the thunderbolt he invented has indeed made an immortal contribution to the country."
"In this case, Zhao Aiqing, I will directly exempt Zhao Hao from the death penalty."
"Let's do this. You personally punish him with a few strokes, so that he can remember the lesson this time and restrain his lawless character. What do you think, Aiqing?"
How could Zhao Wenxiang disagree? He immediately kowtowed.
"Thank you, Your Majesty, for your kindness! Thank you, Your Majesty, for your grace!"
Jiang Waner waved her hand.
"My dear, please go to Tianlao immediately and get back the manufacturing method of this thunderous thunder. I will make a large amount of this thing to deal with the barbarians!"
Zhao Wenxiang nodded quickly: "Yes, Your Majesty, I will do it now!"
Looking at his leaving figure, Jiang Waner looked at Qing Xing aside.
"Go and find out where Zhao Wenxiang got the method of making this thunder!"
She didn't believe that Zhao Hao had created Hong Tian Lei.
I don’t believe that Zhao Wenxiang, an internal historian and civil servant, can create such a thing.
That being the case.
There must be someone else.
This person must be found.
The recipe for making such a terrible thing must not be allowed to leak out.
It must be in the hands of the court.
In the prison.
Zhao Hao has slept three times.
Calculating the time, someone should be here.
Why hasn't there been any movement yet?
Just when he was getting a little restless waiting, there was a burst of chaotic footsteps at the end of the corridor.
Zhao Hao's ears twitched, and he quickly got up and ran over to watch, startling Su Si in the corner.
Soon he saw two jailers leading several men walking quickly towards his cell.
As he got closer, he finally saw clearly that the leader was none other than his father, Zhao Wenxiang.
Zhao Hao excitedly passed his arm through the gap and waved vigorously towards Zhao Wenxiang.
"Dad, I'm here. Has Your Majesty promised to let me out?"
Staring at Zhao Hao fiercely, he shouted to the person behind him: "Come on, by the order of Her Majesty the Queen, Zhao Hao will be spared the death penalty and will be punished with a stick instead!"
The two jailers agreed, quickly walked over and opened the cell door, and a bench was brought over.
Without waiting for Zhao Hao to react, he directly pushed him down on the bench and started beating him.
Zhao Hao was stunned. What kind of thing could he hit just as soon as he came up?
He was about to shout when he soon realized that although the board hit his buttocks loudly, it didn't hurt much, and he reacted immediately.
He had seen this method in TV movies in his previous life.
I didn't expect it to be true.
I felt relieved immediately.
In time with the rhythm of the falling board, he screamed.
However, seeing that there was no pained expression on his face, Zhao Wenxiang frowned at the side.
He snorted heavily, then walked over and snatched the torture stick from Yu's hand.
"You bastard, I let you get into trouble. I'll beat you to death. Let's see if you dare to do it again..."
Zhao Wenxiang took action himself, and Zhao Hao immediately screamed.
"Ah...ah...ah...Father, are you serious? You really want to beat me to death. I am the only child of the Zhao family..."
"Ah...Dad...Ah...I don't dare anymore...Dad..."
I hit more than a dozen boards in one go.
He stood there holding the cane and breathing heavily.
Zhao Hao's butt turned red.
Zhao Wenxiang then said: "Take this beast back to your home!"
As he said this, he saw a young woman standing in the corner with her face covered by white gauze.
He naturally knew about finding someone to leave his bloodline, and he even begged the Queen for this.
Naturally, he knew who the young woman in front of him was.
He looked at Su Si.
"Girl, please follow me back home. If you have anything to say, we can talk to you when you get back."
Su Si nodded quickly and bent down to give a blessing.
Zhao Hao's butt hurt so much that he simply pretended to be dead.
Anyway, he has been spared the death penalty.
Nothing else is a big deal.
Seeing Zhao Haozhen back, Qin Shuyun cried with joy.
But when I saw my son's buttocks was extremely red, I started crying in distress, and quickly sent someone to find a doctor for diagnosis and treatment.
Zhao Wenxiang didn't care about this.
He drove everyone out and looked at Zhao Hao with a serious face.
