My Father Emperor Huizong: Forced to Ascend the Throne at the Start

Crown Prince Zhao Huan:

Dad, you're not righteous! The Jin army is here, and you want to run. Take me with you! I don't want to be emperor.

Emperor Huizong Zhao Ji:

Raisin...

Chapter 60 Hello, Miss Shishi!

Zhao Huan scooped a large bowl of water into a stone bowl and drank it all in one gulp. He felt much better all of a sudden.

"Alas, I wonder how Lian'er and Xixi are doing? Niu Gao is a lucky general, so everything should be fine with him around."

Thinking of his wife and daughter, Zhao Huan struggled to stand up and had to find a way out quickly.

After passing the stone house and continuing forward, Zhao Huan saw several similar houses, all filled with grain and calligraphy and paintings.

Zhao Huan understood that there were many calligraphy and paintings in the room. Song Huizong was an artistic emperor, so it was normal. As for putting so much grain in the room, was he planning to live there in his old age?

Zhao Huan couldn't help but complain in his heart, you are the emperor, rich as the world, why are you like the old cadre from a peasant family who eats noodles in "In the Name of People", are you also afraid of hunger?

He walked forward for an unknown amount of time, probably an hour. Zhao Huan was amazed, as if he was visiting a museum. Who would have thought that this survival passage was like an underground palace? Although the style was a bit rough, it was definitely priceless.

Finally, Zhao Huan came to a staircase that sloped upwards. The steps meandered upwards step by step and merged into the darkness.

Zhao Huan walked up step by step and soon became tired and out of breath. He had already walked more than a hundred meters, but why couldn't he see the exit? How deep was it?

[I want to climb up step by step. I don’t want to be like Zhao Gao…]

Finally, Zhao Huan saw the bright sunlight shining through the glass high up, and a locked door appeared in front of him, with the key hanging next to it.

Zhao Huan opened the door and pushed it open.

In front of him, a woman dressed in white was holding a drumstick, staring blankly at Zhao Huan who suddenly appeared, as dumbfounded as a wooden chicken.

Zhao Huan suddenly realized, no wonder it took him so long to climb, it turned out that the exit was not on the ground, but in the Drum Tower.

Zhao Huan waved and greeted: "Miss Shishi, hello!"