Dressed as Zhao Defang, the Eight Wise Kings of the Song Dynasty, the second brother Zhao Dezhao will be forced to commit suicide at the beginning.
The emperor's uncle Zhao Guangyi regarded me as a thorn in his side. The traitors in the court were ready to take action, and the Liao cavalry were eyeing me.
Everyone thought I was just a sickly prince who didn't even dare to go to court.
They don't know——
That dark-faced and upright young man, Bao Zheng, was my apprentice who taught me step by step.
Zhan Zhao, the guard wearing a blue shirt and holding a sword, is my brother who passed away.
Di Qing, the pioneer with tattoos on his face, was the general I raised from the dead.
That heroic Yang Bamei is the sharpest knife in my Langya Pavilion.
Yang Yanzhao, who was guarding the border, was the handsome man who I personally helped mount the war horse.
In front of others, I am the most virtuous king of the Song Dynasty.
After all, I am the number one swordsman in the Song Dynasty.
Until the city of Chanzhou, the Liao army pressed on the border, and the emperor wanted to run away
I went to court dressed in white and only said four words:
"Those who move the capital will be killed."
The civil and military officials of the Manchu Dynasty finally saw clearly what the Eight Wise Kings, who had been carrying the medicine bowl for twenty years, were holding in their hands.
He can be virtuous and can be killed, and he is worthy of the Song Dynasty.
