Zhao Hao was startled.
Thinking about how my father had just hit me on the butt with the cane with all his might.
He was suddenly a little scared.
"Dad, why are you looking at me like that? Isn't it okay if I promise not to cause trouble in the future?"
He thought Zhao Wenxiang would fight back and beat him up.
Zhao Wenxiang said in a deep voice: "You beast, do you know that deceiving the emperor is a capital crime?"
"Dad, you can't say that. When did I ever lie to you?"
Zhao Wenxiang sneered.
"No? Let me ask you, who invented the thunder bomb?"
Zhao Hao blinked his eyes and said as a matter of course: "I invented it!"
Zhao Wenxiang gritted his teeth and said, "You beast, do you really think you can hide this from the world?"
"Do you think His Majesty won't find out?"
"You say you are confessing now, His Majesty won't say anything, but if His Majesty finds out, do you think you can still survive?"
"Dad, everything I said is true. You can't let me make up a person out of thin air, right? That would be deceiving the king!"
Zhao Wenxiang was extremely angry.
"Okay, let's not talk about the thunderbolt for now. What about the memorial? You didn't write it, did you?"
His own son knows it well.
If Zhao Hao's handwriting were to compete fairly with the caterpillar, it would be hard to say who would win or lose!
The handwriting of that memorial was so unique that it could not be forged.
Zhao Hao grinned, revealing a row of white teeth.
"Dad, I also wrote that memorial myself."
Zhao Wenxiang was furious: "Okay, okay, you beast, you won't cry until you see the coffin, right?"
"I'll get you a pen and paper. Write now. If you can't write, I'll beat you to death!"
Zhao Wenxiang strode to the desk, took out paper and pen, threw away the pillow that 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 lie on the couch!"
Zhao Wenxiang said angrily: "You have to write even if you can't. Otherwise, get up and go to the desk and write!"
Zhao Hao was completely speechless.
no way.
The arm cannot twist the thigh.
Write it.
He first held the brush in his mouth, then stretched out the paper, and began to write in a rather awkward posture.
What is written is still the content of the memorial.
soon.
He wrote the same memorial completely without making any mistakes in the Slender Gold script.
Putting down the brush, he looked up at Zhao Wenxiang standing beside him.
"Dad, do you believe it now?"
Zhao Wenxiang suddenly grabbed the paper in front of him and looked at it carefully from a close distance.
It really is...
Exactly the same.
He looked at Zhao Hao in disbelief, took a deep breath and said, "Did you really write this?"
Zhao Hao rolled his eyes: "You saw it with your own eyes."
Zhao Wenxiang's brows were furrowed into a shape of a "川" (川) character, and he was completely puzzled.
"But how is this possible? I don't even know your level, you bastard. When did you learn to write such good characters?"
"Dad, you are busy with state affairs all day long. How long will it take for us to see each other?"
Zhao Wenxiang was stunned for a moment when he heard this, and then a look of guilt appeared in his eyes.
What Zhao Hao said was true.
He was busy with state affairs and in the past two or three years he had completely given up on Zhao Hao, so the father and son rarely met, let alone sat together and talked.
He would scold me whenever he saw me.
He slowly sat down beside Zhao Hao's bed, then sighed and said:
"Dad has neglected you too much, Hao'er, it's Dad's fault!"
Zhao Hao smiled and said, "Dad, do we still have to be like this? Just scold me less and hit me less!"
Zhao Wenxiang said with a dark face: "Do you think Dad wants to scold you? Isn't it because you, a bastard, cause trouble every day?"
Zhao Hao couldn't refute it, so he could only laugh dryly:
"Dad, I was indeed a jerk in the past, but after this incident, I have learned a profound lesson. Don't worry, I will never cause trouble again."
Zhao Wenxiang looked unconvinced.
"You little bastard, when have you not promised me this before? When have you really changed your mind?"
Zhao Hao swore, "Dad, this time it must be true. Just wait and see how I perform 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 make that thunder bomb?"
Zhao Hao said, "Dad, this is completely an accident. You know I used to do nothing but play around..."
Zhao Hao made up a story about seeing a Taoist priest’s furnace explode while refining elixirs, which aroused his interest and he eventually worked out the formula for gunpowder.
With reference to the furnace explosion, he made the sky-bomb.
After hearing what he said, Zhao Wenxiang's eyes widened.
"You mean, the gunpowder used to make thunder bombs is what Taoists use to make elixirs?"
"Yes, it is made of charcoal, sulfur, and saltpeter. The powders of these three things are mixed and become gunpowder."
"Then put the gunpowder into a sealed object that imitates an alchemy furnace, ignite it with fire, and it will explode."
Bang!
After hearing this, Zhao Wenxiang angrily slapped Zhao Hao on the head.
"You bastard, remember this, if you put yourself in danger again next time, I will kill you before anything happens to you!"
Zhao Hao said weakly: "I know. I won't dare to do it again!"
"Alright, write down immediately the ingredients needed to make the thunder bomb, as well as the detailed proportions and the essentials of making it. Your Majesty is still waiting!"
Zhao Hao was not surprised. He started writing awkwardly, reminding himself as he wrote.
"Dad, you must remind Her Majesty the Queen that this manufacturing method must not be leaked. This is a powerful weapon on the battlefield."
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