Tang Hao was not surprised when the king of Tang summoned him.


    Now Tang Hao has some inseparable blood ties with the royal family, so he should go to sacrifice.


    Before the construction of ordinary palaces, ministers dressed in chimera were bustling, kneeling on the ground, and the sound of sobs was heard.


    Even in this hot summer, it sounds like a cold winter. The bottom of my heart is cold and sad.


    With the recommendation of father-in-law Rong, Tang Hao went straight to the bedroom.


    In the past, the stage for the supreme emperor to watch dance music was still there, and the Dragon chair under the pavilion was still quietly placed there, just like when he first saw it, except for the old man.


    Life and death, fate, no one can escape the law of fate.


    In such a moment, Tang Hao suddenly thought of his later family, the severity of his father, the kindness of his mother, the tenderness of his wife and children.


    Now it is only in this different time and space to send Acacia.


    "Dingbei Marquis, your majesty is inside. The old slave can only send you here."


    His voice was hoarse, like a summer breeze sweeping the leaves, deep and sad.


    Tang Hao rubbed his sour nose, stopped his steps slightly, put away his mind and answered with a low voice.


    He crossed the threshold, turned the screen, and knelt down in front of the bed with his head hanging.


    "Your Majesty, I''m sorry."


    There was a faint sadness in the quiet voice. The trembling body of the king of the Tang Dynasty stopped slightly, and the deep and light voice dispersed.


    "Come and have a look!"


    He walked slowly, his eyes moved to the figure on the bed, and his dignified face was calm and quiet, as if he were asleep.


    Tang Hao knelt down slowly, bowed his head and said nothing. He had sent grief.


    I don''t know how long later, the king of Tang turned his head slightly.


    "Get up, I have something to say to you."


    I can''t see the face of the king of Tang, but Tang Hao can hear full sadness from this voice.


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


    Perhaps because of his long kneeling, the king of Tang shook at the moment he got up.


    Tang Hao helped up the swinging figure from behind and whispered.


    "Your Majesty, be careful."


    His red and swollen eyes met Tang Hao''s concerned eyes, and Tang Wang''s big hand patted the back of his hand held in his arms.


    "Tang Hao! When there is no one in the future, you''d better call me father."


    "There are few relatives around me."


    It was at this moment that Tang Hao suddenly found that the famous King of Tang who slaughtered the world seemed to become fragile at this moment.


    Yeah!


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


    Li Chengqian was demoted to Qianzhou, Princess Changle was married, and two dazzling princes fought openly and secretly. Where can I have the face to see the king again.


    In addition to these respectful and submissive eunuchs and maids, there is only such a lonely family in such a large palace.


    He helped Tang Wang to the side hall and sat down. Tang Wang waved slowly and motioned Tang Hao to sit next to him.


    When Tang Hao sat down, the king of Tang sighed softly and came slowly.


    "Go, go one by one."


    "This river and mountain was given by my father. Now he has died and left me alone."


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


    When empress Chang sun died, King Tang asked similar questions.


    The difference is that at that time, the king of Tang was disturbed and even a little crazy.


    Perhaps one year later, the king of the Tang Dynasty had a deeper view of life and death. Now he only kept this painful sadness in his heart, not revealed as before.


    Perhaps the state of mind of the king of Tang has become more rational and stable in the precipitation of the past two years.


    Tang Hao sighed and looked solemn.


    "In the Tang Dynasty, students are cultivating and recuperating, agriculture is booming, national strength is booming, the training of soldiers is coming to an end, and shipbuilding is also preparing."


    "In recent years, we must be able to stand in the East and become the focus of all countries."


    "Dominate the sea and land, invincible."


    A flash of light flashed in the deep eyes, which seemed to yearn, and seemed to have been immersed in the beautiful blueprint planned by Tang Hao.


    A husky, low voice slowly came out of his throat.


    "I''m old and have a lot of things. I''m afraid I can''t wait."


    "Just like the past with my father and emperor, it has become a brand and engraved in my heart."


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


    Words are full of loss, just like a child who makes mistakes and misses a good opportunity.


    The king of the Tang Dynasty put his palm on his forehead and twitched his cheek muscles. He looked complex, chagrined, regretted and determined.


    Although he did not have this experience, Tang Hao, as a later generation, saw this history very clearly.


    With a long sigh of relief, Tang Hao patted the arm of King Tang for the first time, close as father and son, as if he had been an old friend for many years.


    "Father, you are not wrong about what happened that year."


    "If it were him, he would do the same. Once he has succeeded, his bones will wither, not to mention the kings who look down on the world."


    "Live up to expectations, work hard and create the glory of Datang. You are already the Mingjun in the hearts of Datang people and the heavenly Khan in the hearts of grassland barbarians."