Feng Mo was also a little surprised, but he lowered his expression and asked the guards: "Where is it?"

Without waiting for the guard to answer, a figure had already walked in from outside.

It was already dark, and he tied a cloak on his body. At this time, the hood fell down. It was the Supreme Emperor who should have lived in the palace.

Feng Mo's expression changed slightly, and he bent down and said, "My son has met his father."

"Get up." Emperor Zhao Jing sighed, waved his hand, and ordered the guards to go out.

The guards tactfully retreated.

Emperor Zhaojing walked over and sat on the chair.

Feng Mo stood up and asked, "Does Father want to drink tea?"

"No need to be busy. I will go back to the palace after I say a few words." Emperor Zhao Jing said, pointing to the chair opposite, "Sit down."

Feng Mo sat down as he spoke and made a statement of scrutiny, "What do the father wants to say to his son minister?"

Emperor Zhaojing looked at him for a while, but did not see the hatred and hostility on his face. He breathed a sigh of relief and said, "I know, you feel uncomfortable when you witnessed his mother's tragic death with your own eyes."

Feng Mo was silent.

Emperor Zhaojing continued: "But you have to know that your mother ended up today was entirely because she blamed her own fault and could not blame others. When Concubine Li was burned to death by her, I never told Xing Xiu the truth, but your mother deliberately ran to him and said, "How can he tolerate her?"

I originally thought that for your sake, I just wanted to imprison her in the cold palace for the rest of my life. But she was cruel and wanted to use her own death to force you to fight against the practice. You must not be separated from the practice. You are brothers..."

When Feng Mo heard this, he laughed briefly, "Brother?"

Emperor Zhao Jing frowned, and then sighed, "I have known for a long time that you two are not in harmony, but you are brothers after all, I just hope you can be good. Feng Mo, don't act irritating, and don't put pressure on yourself because of your mother's actions. You can go back to Suzhou as soon as possible. I have planned the route for you. When it dawns, leave. Don't walk on the official road. I have arranged someone to pick you up."

When Feng Mo heard this, his eyes became deeper.

The information about the father's words is a bit large.

It seems that not only he wanted to kill Xie Jingrun, but Xie Jingrun also wanted to kill him. Moreover, according to his father's wishes, Xie Jingrun had set up an ambush on the official road and was preparing to kill him.

"The emperor wants my life?" He cursed with a curse.

Emperor Zhao Jing was stunned and shook his head, "No, he has promised me to let you go back to Xuzhou, but I'm a little worried. Don't speculate on your intentions in practicing Buddhism, he is not that kind of person."

Is Xie Jingrun that kind of person?

Feng Mo's sarcasm was even more serious.

When Xie Jingrun was in Beizhensi, he became famous all over the world with his cool and powerful means. Everyone was afraid of it. He was never a kind-hearted person. This time, the queen-in-law died under his knife. How could he let him go?

Only the father is deceiving himself.

"Thank you, my father, for your advice. I will set off to join Xuzhou tomorrow morning." He had many thoughts in his mind, but he did not show his face and said respectfully.

Emperor Zhaojing breathed a sigh of relief when he heard this, "It's good that you can understand my hard work. You are two brothers, and no matter what, I don't want to see you kill each other. After you go back to Xuzhou, as long as there is no other mistake, he will not make things difficult for you in practice. You must also promise your father and never rebel against him."

When he talked about the next sentence, his tone was slightly deeper.

Feng Mo pursed his lips and looked at him, "Sons and sons follow the teachings of his father!"
Chapter completed!