Fan Ju suddenly knelt on the ground, kowtowed and said, "Fan Ju is here to join the prince!"

Zhao Yan paused the movements in his hand, looked at him indifferently, then took a sip of the herbal tea in the cup, and said "Oh" without hesitation.

"The prince may feel that it is inexplicable in the future," Fan Ju curled her lips and smiled bitterly, "The prince may as well listen to the story of the past."

"Oh." Zhao Yan said oh again

Fan Ju knew that this was what he meant to say.

Then he said, "Everyone who knows me knows me, my father was an ordinary soldier. Because he was protecting the emperor, he was able to grant hundreds of households with grace..."

Zhao Yan said "yes" and said he knew.

Fan Ju said without breathing down, and his hands hanging on both sides of his body clenched into fists, lowering his head as if he was thinking about his words.

Zhao Yan drank tea silently and waited patiently for him to speak.

Shaoqing, Fan Ju spoke in a mute voice: "In the third year of Chunhe, the emperor personally marched to the Nanping Kingdom. Everyone knows that it was an unprecedented victory..."

Zhao Yan's mouth curled uncontrollably, and a strong sarcasm appeared on his face instantly, but he did not speak.

"But anyone with a discerning eye knows whether that battle is a victory or a defeat. Only those treacherous and slanderous people who are distorted black and white will promote a great defeat into an unprecedented victory, thinking that they can deceive the world's audio-visual!"

Zhao Yan looked at him sideways, and Fan Ju looked excited and passed a little!

"In fact, when it was decided to personally fight Nanping, it was winter. The weather turned cold. The old and persistent ministers were worried that the weather would be cold. The soldiers could not bear the coldness of Nanping and tried their best to oppose the dispatch of troops. However, Emperor... He was ambitious and insisted on his own way. At the beginning, the attack was quite smooth, so he led the army all the way deep and finally got ambushed. The 100,000 troops were scattered by the Nanping Army, with more than half of the casualties. He ran away with the brigade and was protected by Du Bingzhong..."

Zhao Yan was actually very clear about the details of this battle. What he strangely knew was that Fan Ju actually knew very well. Where did his source of information come from? You should know that the battle was regarded as a great humiliation by the man on the dragon throne. It was too late to hide it and cover it up. How could he be promoted everywhere?

Although well-informed and with certain channels will know, who in Daqi dares to uncover this scar?

"It's Chunhe's twenty years now. How old is Fan Baihu in Chunhe's third year?"

"Nine years old!" Fan Ju said, stopping, seeing that he did not ask any further, and then said, "My father was just an ordinary soldier in the army at that time, and he ran away in the wrong way. At that time, he met the disbanded emperor and Du Bingzhong, so he protected the emperor to escape with Du Bingzhong. General Kou Shirong, the Nanping, was chasing heavily, and the three of them could not find food. They had been running for more than half a month, and they were hungry and full. Later, they could not find any food for several consecutive days. If that continued, the three of them would be dead. Du Bingzhong would..."

Fan Ju suddenly stopped talking. Zhao Yan could see that his fist was tighter at the moment, and his joints were so white that it seemed to break with a little force. His head was lowered, and his hair hanging from his temples trembled slightly.

He didn't say anything, and let Fan Ju calm down his emotions.

After a while, Fan Ju's voice was so dull that it seemed that every word was pressed with lead, "Du Bingzhong killed my father, and the two of them fed with my father's flesh and blood, and finally got to meet with the team!"

Zhao Yan had some guesses about the result, so he was not surprised. He never misjudged the darkness of human nature, nor did he dare to misjudge the selfishness and viciousness of Emperor Chunhe.

If someone else eats his father's flesh and wishes he will never see his son, it is reasonable, but Emperor Chunhe doesn't. In his opinion, it is a blessing for others to sacrifice his flesh and blood for his life, and he will not be burdened with him.

"At that time, Du Bingzhong was not called Du Bingzhong, but Du Shouli. After this incident, he was given the name Du Bingzhong by the emperor." Fan Ju said the most difficult part. Although this sentence was full of irony, his tone was much calmer.

Zhao Yan poured a cup of herbal tea again and said, "Where did the hundreds of households in Mixinfan know about this section?"

No matter how peaceful Emperor Chunhe is, he will never spread such a thing. And Du Bingzhong has the current status, he must have been extremely trusted by Emperor Chunhe. Naturally, he dreamed of being drunk and would not tell the secret. One of the parties involved, Fan's father, has died. So, where did Fan Ju learn about this?

Fan Ju was only nine years old. Where can a child find out about this? How could he suspect the cause of his father's death?

Fan Ju was silent again, and after thinking for a while, she couldn't find a strong statement. She had to look up at Zhao Yan and smiled bitterly, "Can I say it was my father's dream?"

Zhao Yan was a little surprised, pondered for a moment, and said, "I believe it!"

Originally, he never believed in ghosts and gods, but since he met Luo Mingguang, many things have subverted his inherent ideas. Those mysterious areas are not without them, but he has never known them.

When Fan Ju heard him say this, she was a little shocked. She looked up at him for a while and found that his expression was not as funny as possible. She pulled the corners of her mouth without any convincing power. She said helplessly: "It's ridiculous to say, but it's indeed my father's dream!"

"At that time, the emperor issued an order to commend his father, saying that his father died for the emperor and gave me the position of a hundred households. My mother and father had a deep relationship with him. When she learned that his father died, she shed tears day and night, and she wanted to recover his father's body. But the prince knew where the soldiers who died in battle went to find the bones? In desperation, my uncle took me and my mother to Nanping, intending to find the battlefield at that time to worship, and fulfill my mother's wish."

"That day we purchased sacrifices and stayed in nearby families, preparing to go to worship the next day. At night, I dreamed that my father was covered in blood. He told me about what happened that day and told me about the cause of his death. At that time, I was still young, very scared, and didn't dare to believe it. I just thought it was my random dream. However, when I returned to the next day, I was sitting in the carriage and sleeping, I dreamed of my father again. He scolded me for being unfilial, and my father was eaten by life, but I didn't want to take revenge. I was so despised! He also told me where Du Bingzhong killed him. If I don't believe it, I can check it out. Du Bingzhong was afraid of leaving a clue to recruit soldiers, burning cremated the frozen soil, digging a pit on the ground with a knife, burying his head and clothes in the pit. I'll see if I go and see it!"

"I woke up and didn't dare to tell my mother the truth. I just said that my father asked for a dream and said that his head was left outside. My father told me the location in his dream and asked me to get it out and take it back to my hometown."

Zhao Yan thought to himself that there must be a head of Fan’s father in that place, otherwise Fan Ju would not believe in the dream.

"At that time, the flowers were already blooming. The head was indeed dug out at the place where my father was instructing me. Although it was rotten and could not be recognized, the inner clothes and shoes buried in the soil were all my mother's needlework, so how could I not be recognized!"
Chapter completed!