"Okay." Huizong finally nodded, "Okay."
Three people wearing dragon robes squeezed into an imperial chariot. Zhao Gou is in the middle, Huizong is on the left, and Qinzong is on the right. The carriage was spacious, but it seemed cramped because three emperors were crammed into it. Before the car curtain was lowered, Zhao Gou looked past the courtiers kneeling on the ground and landed on the figure in the front.
Yue Fei.
He was still wearing the mountain armor he wore when he went on the expedition, and the knife marks and arrow holes on the armor were clearly visible. At this moment, he was kneeling on one knee, with his head lowered and his back straight, like a gun thrust into the earth.
The wheels turned, and the heavy chariot rolled over the bluestone slabs, making a creaking groan. On both sides of the royal road, the people shouted long live the mountain, and the sound was loud. Inside the car, it was so quiet that you could hear the breathing of three people.
Huizong suddenly said: "Is that Yue Fei?"
"Yes." Zhao Gou replied.
"So young." Huizong sighed, "I remember him... He will be thirty-eight this year?"
"Father remembers it clearly."
"At such a young age, he has made extraordinary achievements." Huizong tapped his fingers lightly on his knees, "Brother Ninth, you have a good sword."
Zhao Gou smiled: "He is the pillar of the country."
Qinzong, who had been silent all this time, suddenly said: "The sword is too sharp, be careful of hurting your hands."
The carriage became quiet again.
