Wang Fan glanced at Zhang Bao lightly, and then pretended to be respectful.

"Your Majesty, it is a blessing for the minister to be able to contribute to the kingdom of heaven, Your Majesty, don't do this, the minister is very ashamed."

Zhang Bao was already sick and rushed to the doctor, and he didn't care about anything.

"Okay, okay, Aiqing quickly say that there is a good plan to relieve the siege of Luoyang and save the kingdom of heaven from fire and water?"

Wang Fan cleared his throat and replied.

"Your Majesty, the princes came to fight, claiming to be a million soldiers, but the ministers guessed that this was absolutely false, this was just a preemptive strategy, they pretended to scare the heavens, so Your Majesty does not need to panic."

Zhang Bao heard this, and also felt reasonable, after all, the million soldiers were really a little scary, a mouthful of spit from everyone was enough to drown him, and it was only a matter of minutes to destroy Luoyang, he had just ascended to the throne, and he hadn't enjoyed it enough, after listening to Wang Fan's words, his heart suddenly settled down.

With a long breath, he straightened out his yellow robe crown, straightened his sitting posture, and said to the ministers below.

"All Aiqing, get up, the strength of the kingdom of heaven is invincible, the bluff of the princes' soldiers is not enough to defeat the kingdom of heaven, everyone can listen to Wang Aiqing's strategy for planning the country with peace of mind."

The ministers below shouted in unison, and they did not hesitate to pat Zhang Bao.

"Long live Your Majesty, the blessings of the sky, the saint Ming Weiluo."

Zhang Bao listened to it complacently, waved his hand to stop, and said to Wang Fan.

"Wang Aiqing, then tell me, how many people are in the alliance of princes."

Wang Fan lowered his head, looking respectful, but his eyes flashed from time to time, and the corners of his mouth showed disdain. Waste is waste, I won Zhang Jiao's country, but I can't keep it, a martial artist still wants to become a saint tomorrow, it's ridiculous, I'll scare you again, let everyone see your ugly state Zhang Bao.

Thinking of such thoughts, Wang Fan smiled sinisterly, then raised his head and said.

"Your Majesty, although the alliance of princes does not have the million army they said, there are still four or five hundred thousand, but it cannot be taken lightly."

Wang Fan pretended to be heavy, as if he was admonishing Zhang Bao, he even saw Zhang Bao's face instantly turn the color of pig liver, in order to suppress the pleasure of his laughter, Wang Fan immediately lowered his head.

And Zhang Bao tasted the feeling of falling from heaven to hell, one million can scare him to death, but 500,000 can also scare him to death, how many soldiers and horses he still has, he himself doesn't know how to go, maybe 100,000, maybe 200,000, 300,000, but maybe not even 100,000, what does he use to resist the alliance of 500,000 princes.

The courtiers were solemn, Zhang Bao was sluggish, and Wang Fan snickered.

"This, this, Wang Aiqing, how should this be?"

Now Zhang Bao can only count on this Wang Fan, now he is helpless, he may not be afraid of fighting, and he also has two brushes, but this is before, since he became the general of Digong, he has not rushed through the front on his own, and only takes credit in the rear; Later, when the Yellow Turban established the country, he was named a hussar general, and he made a lot of preparations for the throne, but for the war, he felt that it was far away from him, and now that he was the emperor, he didn't want to fight anymore.

People always live more and more backwards, and the more they live, the more afraid they are of death, especially after trying the benefits of power.

Wang Fan glanced down at Zhang Bao, seeing Zhang Bao's pitiful appearance, he really wanted to laugh, but so many tears unconsciously appeared in his eyes, rolling in his eyes.

For a long time, every time he dreamed, he couldn't sleep, every time he closed his eyes, his eyes would always appear in front of his parents' miserable appearance, crying and screaming, and his sister staring at him blindly.

For what, for what will be like this! Every time in a dream, he would be sad and ask God.

His parents were asking him for his life, asking him why he did not avenge him, what he did for being a thief, he saw the cry and resentment of his parents' souls under the Yellow Spring, and saw his parents' bloody bodies before they died, and his parents reached out to him and grabbed his neck.

His sister was crying wordlessly, her clothes were disheveled, and the black hair on her head was accompanied by blood, and he heard her complaint, saw her humiliation, and saw her sister's wide eyes before she died, and he could see that his heart was furious.

Every time he dreams back at midnight, Wang Fan is unable to hold himself.

He hates, hates the sky!

He hates, hates the Yellow Turban!

He hates, hates Zhang Bao!

He hates, hates himself the most!

The sky has no eyes, why should his family suffer such a great change, the family is ruined, the family is dead, and his sister is defiled! He knew who the enemy was, and what he saw with his own eyes, he saw the group of men with yellow scarves mercilessly plunging their knives into his father's chest.

He saw the despair of his mother at that moment, the same knife that ended his mother's name, those people ignored their parents' cries for mercy, kowtowed and cried for their lives, that knife, that bright knife stained with the blood of his parents.

He saw it with his own eyes, but he couldn't do anything.

Finally, he saw the leader who thought he had killed himself coming out of the house, the man was disheveled, he wanted to shout, but his hoarse throat couldn't shout, finally, the moment the man turned around, he saw the face of that person, it was Zhang Bao.

After that, he thought he was dead, because he had a knife in his heart, a bright knife, and he fell unconscious in despair.

However, maybe God dozed off and woke up suddenly, or maybe the king of hell didn't look down on his little life and didn't accept himself. He did not die, he was saved, and the heavens will not destroy him.

He told himself that his parents were dead, and his little sister was also humiliated and killed, Wang Fan was speechless at that time, he regretted what he was living for, and he even thought about seeking death.

However, the young man saved him again, and told him many people who were not even afraid of death, why was he afraid of life! Only if he is alive and alive can he take revenge, only by living can he find the enemy, and only when he is alive can his parents die with peace of mind.

The boy slapped him hard, waking him up and knocking him back to reality.

If the blood revenge is not avenged, how can he die, how can he comfort the soul of his parents in the sky, how can he be worthy of the shame and humiliation suffered by his little sister, he died and those people lived well, those murderous demons would live well, he would never allow it!

He's going to kill, he's going to kill those people with his own hands and avenge his family! The boy was very sympathetic to his plight, and even saw the same anger as him when he saw the scene at that time, and the cold aura emanating from his whole body made him dare not move, and he knew that this son was a good person.

However, when the prince asked him if he knew who killed his whole family and insulted his little sister, Wang Fan bit his lip tightly, his lips were broken, blood flowed into his mouth, and his eyes were red.

Wang Fan knew what the young man asked, obviously the young man wanted to kill the group of crazy demons and eliminate the harm for the people, he could feel the noble aura of the son, and the undisguised evil aura at that moment.

But he also knew that he couldn't say it, even though he said that the young man would definitely help him, but he couldn't! Wang Fan was very grateful to the son, he could not put the man who saved his life and gave him a second rebirth in danger.

Because he knew that those people were not easy to mess with, their fierce and vicious appearance had been engraved in the deepest part of his heart, and he believed that one day, he would be able to slash the enemy, no matter how powerful his engong was, but it was only one person, but that group of people was not, he even guessed the identity of those people, Taiping Dao!

If it was really peaceful, then he couldn't tell his benefactor, that would only hurt his benefactor, so he just said that he didn't see it, and the boy looked at him for a long time, and sighed after the last, maybe the boy had guessed something, but he still couldn't say.

That son is a student who has traveled all over the world, he told himself that his name is Qin Feng, and said that if there is anything he needs help, he can help himself, Wang Fan didn't know who Qin Feng was at first, but he just felt that Qin Feng was the best person in the world, and the best person for him.

He knew that his strength was not enough to kill those enemies, and his first thought was actually to report to the official, but he extinguished this idea in an instant, because he had seen that the lord of the official mansion seemed to have a relationship with these people.

After the end, he set his sights on the Luoyang court, he was going to Luoyang to complain, and after his benefactor Qin Feng learned of his idea, he gave him a sum of money, a lot of money, at least he had never seen so much.

He refused, but Qin Feng's words made him unable to extricate himself, he couldn't do anything without money in Luoyang, Wang Fan didn't know if what Qin Feng said was true, but he didn't dare to bet, for the sake of his parents, for the sake of the little sister who died unjustly, he accepted the money Qin Feng gave him.

At that moment, he left a man's tears, and it was at that moment that he made up his mind to take revenge in the future, so he went to find the benefactor, and from then on he did not hesitate to die for the son's slavery!

In front of the scenes of the past, Wang Fan held back tears, it was the emperor in front of him now, this emperor with a gloomy face and helplessness, Zhang Bao!