Zhao Hao was startled.
Thinking of my father just using the cane to hit his butt with all his strength.
He was suddenly a little frightened.
"Dad, why are you looking at me like this? I'm sure I won't get into trouble in the future, right?"
He thought that Zhao Wenxiang would rebel and beat him up.
Zhao Wenxiang said in a deep voice: "Beast, do you know that it is a grave crime to deceive the emperor and ignore your superiors?"
"Dad, don't say this nonsense. When did I deceive you?"
Zhao Wenxiang sneered.
"No? Let me ask you, who invented Hongtianlei?"
Zhao Hao blinked his eyes and said matter-of-factly: "I invented it!"
Zhao Wenxiang gritted his teeth and said: "You beast, do you really think you can hide the truth?"
"Do you think His Majesty won't be able to find out?"
"You say you are confessing voluntarily now, and His Majesty will not say anything. But until His Majesty finds out, do you think you can still survive?"
"Dad, everything my child said is true. You can't let me fabricate someone out of thin air, right? That would be bullying the emperor!"
Zhao Wenxiang was extremely angry.
"Okay, let's not mention Hong Tianlei. What about the memorial? You didn't write the memorial, right?"
My son knows it himself.
The word "Zhao Hao" was written. If we had a fair and just contest with the caterpillar, we really might not know who would win!
The font of the memorial was almost as good as the founding of a sect, and there was absolutely no way it could be faked.
Zhao Hao grinned, showing his white teeth.
"Dad, that memorial was also written by the child himself."
Zhao Wenxiang was furious: "Okay, okay, you beast, you won't shed tears until you see the coffin, right?"
"I'll get you a pen and paper. You write now. If you can't write, I'll beat you to death!"
Zhao Wenxiang strode to the desk to get paper and pen, threw away the pillow Zhao Hao was holding, and slapped the paper in front of Zhao Hao.
Zhao Hao took the brush and said with an embarrassed look: "Dad, I can't write even if I'm lying on the couch!"
Zhao Wenxiang said angrily: "You have to write even if you can't. Otherwise, get up and go to the desk to write!"
Zhao Hao was completely speechless.
no way.
The arms cannot twist the thighs.
Just write.
He first held the brush in his mouth, then barely flattened the paper, and started writing in a rather awkward posture.
What is written is still the content of the memorial.
soon.
He wrote the same memorial letter completely and word for word in thin gold style.
Putting down the brush, he looked up at Zhao Wenxiang standing aside.
"Dad, do you believe it now?"
Zhao Wenxiang suddenly grabbed the paper in front of him and looked at it carefully at close range.
It really is……
Exactly the same.
He looked at Zhao Hao in disbelief, took a deep breath and said, "Is this really written by your kid?"
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes: "You saw it with your own eyes."
Zhao Wenxiang's brows furrowed into the character "Sichuan" and he was puzzled in every possible way.
"But how is this possible? I don't know what level you are, you bastard? When did you become able to write such a good calligraphy?"
"Dad, you are busy with state affairs all day long. How often can we see each other?"
Zhao Wenxiang couldn't help but be startled when he heard this, and then a look of guilt appeared in his eyes.
What Zhao Hao said is true.
He was busy with state affairs, and he had completely given up on Zhao Hao in the past two or three years, so the father and son rarely saw each other, let alone sat together and talked.
I also scolded him when I saw him.
He slowly sat down beside Zhao Hao's bed, then sighed and said:
"Dad was too neglectful towards you, Hao'er, it was Daddy who was wrong!"
Zhao Hao said with a smile: "Dad, do we still have to do this? Just stop scolding me a few times and hit me a few times!"
Zhao Wenxiang said with a dark face: "Do you think dad wants to scold you? Isn't it all because you, a bastard, get into trouble every day?"
Zhao Hao couldn't refute, so he could only laugh and said:
"Dad, I was really a jerk in the past, but after this time, I have really learned a lesson. Don't worry, I will never get into trouble again."
Zhao Wenxiang looked unbelieving.
"You little brat, when did you not promise so, and when did you really change it?"
Zhao Hao vowed: "Dad, it must be true this time. Look at my performance in the future."
Zhao Wenxiang waved his hand and said: "I don't have time to talk nonsense with you. Tell me, how did you create the thunderous thunder?"
Zhao Hao said: "Dad, this was a complete mistake. You know that my child didn't do anything serious before and wanted to play with everything..."
Zhao Hao casually made up a story about seeing a Taoist priest exploding a furnace while refining alchemy, which inspired him to become interested, and he eventually worked out the formula for gunpowder.
Referring to the explosion furnace, I made the thunder.
After hearing what he said, Zhao Wenxiang's eyes suddenly widened.
"Are you saying that the gunpowder used to make thunder is the stuff used by Taoist priests to make elixirs?"
"Yes, it uses charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter. The powders of these three things are mixed together to become gunpowder."
"Then put the gunpowder into a sealed object that imitates an alchemy furnace, ignite it with fire, and it will explode."
Snapped!
After Zhao Wenxiang heard this, he immediately slapped Zhao Hao on the head angrily.
"You bastard, remember this for me. If you put yourself in danger again next time, I will beat you to death before anything happens to you!"
Zhao Hao said weakly: "I know, I will never dare to do it again!"
"Okay, immediately write down the things needed to make the Thunderous Thunder, as well as the detailed proportions, and the essentials for making it. Your Majesty is still waiting!"
Zhao Hao was not surprised either. Don't write awkwardly and remind him while writing.
"Dad, you must remind Her Majesty the Queen that this manufacturing method must not be leaked. This is a huge killer on the battlefield."
