He might not truly understand history, but he definitely understands Renzong, that is a fact.
"What?"
Beauty No. 2 blinked her eyes in confusion, full of perplexity, "Isn't he an emperor? With so many imperial physicians, why couldn't he save even one son?"
"How would I know?!"
Zhao Zhen replied impatiently, then turned to face Han Lie, his eyes filled with murderous intent.
However, the great philanthropist didn't let him have the chance to curse, and to protect his image, he painstakingly testified on his behalf.
"True, Renzong did father three sons."
Han Lie nodded affirmatively, corroborating Zhao Zhen's statent, then with a very serious scholastic attitude, he shared his views with the beauties.
"The reason he didn't manage to save any of his sons is because of profound historical reasons, but not because the imperial physicians were incompetent or due to so conspiracy theory."
"Han... Brother Han Lie, then why?"
Beauty No. 2, a tad too excited, asked before Pan Ge could.
However, the admiration in her eyes seed genuine.
From the mont Han Lie made his entrance, he pressed down Zhao Zhen's pride into dust and ashes. Even though he wasn't particularly handso, his charm as a man was quite okay, so it was normal for him to be well-received.
At the sa ti, everyone pricked up their ears, extrely curious about the "profound historical reasons" Han Lie ntioned.
Even Zhao Zhen, at this mont, put aside his rivalry with Han Lie, and waited with a cold sneer for his reasoning.
I really want to see what kind of flowery analysis you can co up with!
If it's sheer nonsense, don't bla for slapping you!
The damned man smirked and then began to speak with profound aning.
"As for Zhao Zhen, he has so peculiar tastes.
His favorite consort, Empress Zhang, was only 14 years old when she shared his bed, and was not even 17 when she gave birth for the first ti.
And the mother of the prince Zhao Xin, Empress Miao, was only 16 at the ti of childbirth.
The mothers of Renzong's children were mostly in their teens when they gave birth, and generally belonged to the category of petite and delicate girls, hence it was not only arduous labor but the high proportion of early deaths among the princes and princesses due to inherent deficiencies.
Think about it, even with modern dical conditions, giving birth at 16 is still a very dangerous ordeal, let alone a thousand years ago in ancient tis?
So…"
Han Lie didn't continue, but the girls had already exploded.
"Holy shit! A copper alchemist?!"
"Damn! That's disgusting... I hate those lolicons the most!"
"Wait a minute!"
BFF No. 1 suddenly raised her hand, casting doubtful glances at Zhao Zhen with a thoughtful expression, filled with suspicion.
"Brother Zhao Zhen, when did you et Pan Pan?"
"What?!"
Zhao Zhen's face turned green.
Han Lie, I curse your ancestors!
Not only was he cursing inwardly, but his facial expression also couldn't hold steady.
He felt guilty! Having hardly interacted with Pan Ge in the past two years, when exactly did he start liking Pan Pan?!
This was a matter that simply wouldn't stand up to scrutiny!
In an instant, Zhao Zhen's back was soaked with cold sweat.
At the critical mont, he had to deny any connection quickly, "No, what does Renzong's matter have to do with ? My feelings for Pan Ge are just like that of a brother's love and care for his sister. If you don't believe it, ask Pan Ge. We only added each other on WeChat during last year's New Year and barely talked…"
Pan Ge smiled like a fox that had just stolen a chicken, squinting her eyes, her face unable to hide her triumph.
She didn't respond to Zhao Zhen, but instead, took the initiative to cling to Han Lie's hand, acting coquettishly.
"I'm really not close to Zhao Zhen, as you know, I only like those whose IQ is much higher than mine, at the very least they can't be worse than , right?"
Pfft!
Zhao Zhen felt as if his aunt had visited again; he was practically running out of blood.
The scheming little princess struck deep and hard with her stab.
Zhao Zhen had already admitted defeat in his haste and was completely out of the ga; this additional backstab left him completely without face…
But he hated Han Lie even more now.
Towards Pan Pan, it was re frustration, but towards Han Lie, it was a deep, bone-carved hatred.
How could this damn guy be so sinister and venomous?! Seemingly without a harsh word, just talking history, yet he managed to strip him bare, exposing sothing strong on the outside but hollow inside, extrely indecorous and weak.
In a mont, Zhao Zhen's eyes filled with blood vessels, red and inflad...
You country bumpkin, trying to humiliate , is that it?!
******
Yesterday's 5880 words, if I can't finish, I just can't... My throat is dry and scratchy.
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