In the tenth year of Shaoxing, Yancheng was victorious, and Yue Fei's troops entered Zhuxian Town.
Forty-five miles away from Bianjing, you can go straight to Huanglong, right in front of you.
Then I woke up.
When I wake up, I am Yue Fei.
I looked down at my hands - these hands would be recalled with twelve gold medals in thirty days.
These hands will be pressed on the "unfounded" confession a year later.
These hands will hold up the cup of poisonous wine in Fengbo Pavilion.
And my twenty-three-year-old son Yue Yun will die with me.
I looked at the cheering soldiers outside the tent and looked at Yue Yun's young face.
The first gold medal is already on the way.
Zhao Gou is waiting, Qin Hui is calculating, Jin Wushu is on the run, and I am thinking——
This time, when the gold medal arrives, I won't accept it.
This time, if you want to kill me, I will overturn the chessboard first.
This time, I want the emperor hiding in Lin'an to know:
Sheep will bite people when they are anxious.
