In the eleventh year of Shaoxing, there was heavy snow.
Liu Chan died, and his soul passed through Zhao Gou, the emperor of the Southern Song Dynasty.
When he opened his eyes, he saw Prime Minister Qin Hui kneeling in front of him, crying and begging him to kill Yue Fei.
Jin Wushu said: If Yue Fei is not killed, the army will go south.
No one in the court dared to speak for Yue Fei.
Liu Chan was confused: I only have half of my country left? This Zhao Gou... Dog?
He turned over the memories of this body, and the more he turned, the darker his face became - professing a vassal, paying tribute, giving away a daughter, killing loyal ministers.
Very much like myself back then.
When Qiao Zhou knelt down and begged him to surrender, he surrendered. Then the big man died.
Now Qin Hui is kneeling and begging him to kill someone. Should he kill him?
Liu Chan walked to the map and pointed at Chengdu.
"My father is buried there, and Marquis Wu is buried there."
He turned to look at Qin Hui and smiled coldly:
"I surrendered once in my previous life. In this life - you want me to kneel down again?"
The whole hall was filled with dead silence.
"I will personally review Yue Fei's matter."
Outside the palace gate, heavy snow fell on my face. He wrapped his dragon robe tightly and whispered:
"Father, my child will not kneel down this time."
