Villain: The wife of the heroine, the Emperor of Heaven?I will marry you

the other side.

On one of the main peaks of Xiaonantian——Mount Taihao, in a small and prosperous country, Hua Cen was under strict guard, waiting for his Majesty's fate.

"I said Brother Hua, did the Queen Mother really die in front of you? So Motian really holds the Dragon Pattern Black Gold Pagoda?"

Outside the prison, the guard who was familiar with Hua Cen was curiously chatting with his former colleagues.

This mission not only damaged the black-armored ugly man, a great player, but also captured Zhao Hao's mother, and even lost news of the eldest princess again, which can be described as an extreme failure.

Zhao Hao said that it was impossible not to get angry, but he didn't execute Hua Cen because of this, but just imprisoned him, which made the guards a little puzzled.

In this regard.

Hua Cen felt ashamed and was willing to be punished.

I knew the reason why I was lucky enough to leave a small life in my heart, but I didn't dare to mention it, I just told the guards not to worry too much.

The two of them ate the food and wine, talking about the heroic words of their youth, and after a while, a line of messengers came to the dungeon.

"According to His Majesty's order, I will come to interrogate the criminal Hua Cen!"

"Okay, here we go again." The guard glanced at Hua Cen sympathetically, and shook his head.

Immediately he was taken out of the prison and handed over to the soldiers. Although he was old, he was loyal to Zhao Hao, and he would never do anything against the sacred order.

Hua Cen nodded, did not resist, dragged the shackles and followed the soldiers to a palace.

The palace is tens of feet high and covers hundreds of acres of land. Although the scale is not large, it is similar to the mortal palaces in the ordinary world, but it is resplendent and resplendent, from which you can vaguely see the style of the Daxia Palace.

"The criminal, Hua Cen, kowtows to His Majesty and Elder Lu!"

Hua Cen knelt in front of the palace and bowed sincerely. The soldiers also retreated after completing their mission.

Covered in the shadows, the entire palace could not be seen, like the mouth of a sleeping dragon, with a daunting aura.

Dozens of pillars and beams, carved dragons and phoenixes.

The sapphire stone steps are more detailed than the scales.

One could vaguely see a figure sitting on each side of the primary and secondary seats.

"Come in." The tall man on the chief seat waved his hand, and the majestic and resonant voice came out, making Hua Cen feel even more guilty.

Not daring to take it too seriously, Hua Cen hurriedly picked up the shackles, walked quickly into the palace, and knelt down facing the person in charge.

The sound of heavy kowtowing was clearly visible even several miles away, enough to see Hua Cen's loyalty.

"The guilty minister Hua Cen is ashamed to see His Majesty."

After the words fell, the palace fell into silence.

The tall figure on the main seat seemed to have aged a lot in an instant, and his tall and straight waist couldn't help but bend a few degrees.

"Eh."

Sighing heavily, Zhao Hao said sadly: "I can't blame you for this matter, it's because I was too impatient."

Immediately, with a wave of his hand, all the shackles on Hua Cen's body were scattered, and at the same time, a pill with a strong medicinal fragrance flew out and landed in his hand.

Hua Cen was so grateful that she couldn't help thanking the Holy Grace again.

At the same time, Zhao Hao, who was sitting on the dragon chair, cast a questioning look at the old man next to him.

Lu Lao understood, raised his hand, and Hua Cenwu floated up, and came in front of the two of them.

"Fellow Daoist Hua Cen, this matter was originally the old man's fault. If it wasn't for the old man's failure to arrange it well and make you suffer, please accept the old man's respect."

"The guilty minister dare not, if I hadn't been careless, I wouldn't have." Hua Cen Ming felt guilty, knowing that Zhao Hao and Lu Lao would no longer pursue his crimes.

Zhao Hao gripped the corner of the dragon chair tightly, and the pain of losing his mother was like a knife cutting his heart and lungs, making his majestic emperor's face full of mourning.

"I am incompatible with Na Su Xunge, and Luo Qingxian and I are eternal enemies!"

After venting the pain in his heart, Zhao Hao adjusted his expression and asked Hua Cen the real purpose of summoning him here today.