"Many of the bandits took the opportunity to run away, but we didn't. We only had 1,000 of the 3,000 men left, so we asked Liu Yingtou where to go. Liu Yingtou said that we couldn't go to Tokyo, but we had received the kindness of the Song Dynasty and had to repay it. It just so happened that you were the Grand Marshal of the Army in Hebei, so we went to look for you."

"As soon as we crossed the river, we met the deputy marshal of the clan. He received the order from the government and was going to rescue the two saints. So we followed the deputy marshal to rescue the two saints..."

"That Vice Marshal Zong is a real hero. He is so old, and he is a Jinshi. But he is just like our Liu Yingtou, without any sourness. Following him is the most convenient time for us in the past few years, but it's a pity that he just can't fight... The tens of thousands of elite soldiers you gathered with great difficulty were wiped out as soon as they came. We had no choice but to protect Vice Marshal Zong and escape, but at that time there were no soldiers in Hebei at all, and the emperor also went around from Shandong to Nanjing (Shangqiu). We counted and found that there were only 800 people, so we could only follow Vice Marshal Zong across the river to Nanjing, and then we caught up with you..."

"My dear elders, you have worked so hard!" The sky had completely darkened, and Emperor Zhao, who had just come to his senses, sighed.

“Don’t dare to call me brother in front of the government!” Several old friends from Yingkou who were sitting nearby stood up in shock.

"Why can't I call him that?" Zhao Jiu laughed and talked about the gossip he had heard from Concubine Pan these days. "You have been in Liaodong for a long time but still don't understand the customs of the Central Plains. From the royal family to the street errand boys, people in Shandong and the Central Plains just casually call him brother... I am in Tokyo, and although I am a prince, everyone in the palace calls me Ninth Brother, and you and I can also call the pear seller on the street Brother."

The cavalrymen finally calmed down.

"Come on," Zhao Jiu suddenly changed the subject, and looked expectant. "You have been with Vice Marshal Zong in Hebei for a long time. Have you ever recognized a person named Yue Fei?"

However, several Red Heart Team soldiers looked at each other, but no one knew.

"Excuse me, Your Majesty, who is this Yue Fei that you can't forget him?" The man who had been talking so eloquently before asked boldly.

"Yue Fei is not some Xiazha..." Zhao Jiu was obviously a little discouraged. "Yue Fei is that Yue Fei, he seems to be from Hebei, his name is Pengju, he fought with Zong Ze, the deputy marshal you mentioned..."

Several Red Heart Team soldiers looked at each other again and shook their heads.

Zhao Jiu was completely helpless.

However, seeing that Emperor Zhao was in a low mood and might turn around at any time, coupled with the fact that many people had been chatting all night and were not careful, one of them suddenly took the initiative to ask:

"Sir, I heard someone say that the reason we stopped suddenly this time was not because there were bandits ahead, but because you, Sir, didn't want to go south anymore. Is that true?"

"Oh..." Zhao Jiu was in a trance and almost blurted out. "Well, I do have this idea, but if I stay here, I really don't know how to resist the Jin soldiers who come suddenly. Maybe I have to go to Yangzhou."

The surrounding soldiers' expressions changed slightly when they heard this, but they didn't say much.

At this time, Zhao Jiu also realized that he seemed to have said something wrong, and wanted to change the subject, but before he opened his mouth, a familiar voice suddenly sounded in the shadows of the night behind him:

"Sir, I have been ordered to deliver Madam Pan's ice cream."

Zhao Jiu stood up in shock and turned around, only to find that Yang Yizhong had been standing behind him since some time, holding a bowl of milk cake or other snack in his hands, looking respectful.