Sky Curtain: The Overlord Charges into Battle, Shocking Emperors of All Dynasties

At this time, it was necessary for our Emperor Guangwu of Song, Zhao Jiu, to continue the legacy of the Song Dynasty.

Follow-up comment: It should be Zhongzu, since the lineage may have shifted.

Follow-up comment: The Song Dynasty needs Psyduck!!

Postscript: I forgot the beginning, I forgot the middle, I forgot the end; in short, I request that Yang Yizhong be executed.

Follow-up comment: Don't you remember this very clearly?

Zhao Kuangyin's eyes suddenly lit up, and an indescribable joy welled up in his heart, overwhelming his mind.

He waited, he really waited.

The Song Dynasty truly had an emperor like Liu Xiu, who could be considered to have revived the Song Dynasty.

He was already called Emperor Shizu of Song, so do we need to elaborate on his achievements?

It's definitely about rebuilding the Song Dynasty!

Then, due to the incompetence of his descendants, the Southern Song Dynasty established by Zhao Jiu was ultimately ruined.

"Jiu'er, you truly are my finest descendant!!"

Even if Zhao Jiu is his brother's descendant, doesn't he still have the same blood flowing in his veins?

We're all from the Zhao family, so why distinguish between you and me?

"Second brother, you have a good descendant!!"

Although Zhao Guangyi was the third son, his eldest brother had died at a young age.

Zhao Kuangyin more often referred to Zhao Guangyi as his second brother.

Zhao Kuangyin gently lowered the dragon-patterned staff in his hand, patted Zhao Guangyi's shoulder with his right hand, and said with great emotion,

Zhao Guangyi rubbed his numb arm and moved it around a bit.

He originally thought he was doomed.

The previous incident involving Emperor Huizong's high blood pressure caused the bound Zhao Guangyi to struggle violently, completely breaking down.

Now that his older brother has finally released him, it means he can survive.

"Jiu'er takes after her eldest brother more."

"To restore order to the land and end the chaos—isn't that exactly what my elder brother did?"

Zhao Guangyi spoke with genuine emotion, his sincere eyes revealing that this was truly his inner thought.

"Hahahahaha!"

"How could you follow my example? Hahahaha!"

"Jiu'er is not my descendant."

Zhao Guangyi's words made Zhao Kuangyin beam with joy, and he laughed heartily.

This was the first time Zhao Kuangyin had been this happy since the Song Dynasty was mentioned!

In the early Han Dynasty,

"Wow, I really didn't expect that the Song Dynasty could produce an emperor like Liu Xiu?"

"How strange! How truly strange! A golden phoenix has flown out of a chicken coop!"

"What's the difference between this and your husband giving birth to a cotton ball?"

Liu Bang shook his head in amazement. His Han dynasty had Xiu'er, and the Song dynasty had Jiu'er.

It seems that Heaven truly intended for the Song Dynasty not to perish!

cotton balls...

Liu Ying lowered her head again, feeling extremely guilty.

Isn't this still talking about himself?

Liu Ying himself couldn't understand why he, the child of his father and mother, had turned out this way.

Sigh, the power of one's family of origin is truly painful!

...

Zhu Yuanzhang was very puzzled and scratched his head in confusion.

"Wait, something's not right. Could it be that I remembered it wrong?"

"Where did this Emperor Shizu of Song come from?"

Zhu Yuanzhang considered himself not very well-read, but he still knew quite a bit about the relevant records of the Song Dynasty.

Zhu Yuanzhang wouldn't be so foolish as to misunderstand such basic knowledge.

"Father, this is probably made up by later generations, just like in 'Romance of the Three Kingdoms,' which also features many people who never existed in history."

Zhu Biao quickly realized what was happening and said to Zhu Yuanzhang,

Hearing Zhu Biao's words, Zhu Yuanzhang's face showed a hint of regret, and he let out a long sigh from deep within his chest.

"Fabricated..."

"If only there really was a Song Emperor Shizu."

The people living in the aftermath of the Jingkang Incident looked up at the sky with hope; the bloodstains and scabbed wounds on their bodies did not extinguish their still burning hearts.

The words on the sky gave them boundless hope.

If we just wait a little longer, once Emperor Zhao Jiu ascends the throne, he will surely be able to lead his army to recover the lost territories and save them from their suffering!

Some generals were so excited they almost jumped for joy. Were they really going to get to see this?

Will we wait for this Zhao Jiu Emperor, and for the revival of the Song Dynasty?

Psyduck's value is still rising.

Follow-up comment: The ministers at the time must have been wondering how someone could be Zhao Ji's son and how he could be so brave.

Follow-up comment: Didn't you guess it later?

Follow-up comment: That was already a pre-established fact.

Follow-up comment: Regardless of whether he was Zhao Ji's son or not, the emperor only had one son.

Is Zhao Jiu Zhao Ji's son?

Is he capable of giving birth?

During the reign of Emperor Huizong,

"Ah, it's my son, but why don't I remember him?"

Emperor Huizong was very puzzled. He did have many sons, but he definitely didn't have a son named Zhao Jiu.

Could it be that I haven't been born yet?

"Your Majesty, where is Prince Zhao Jiu now?"

"Yes, quickly bring out Prince Zhao Jiuguan... so we can celebrate His Majesty's arrival!!!"

Zhao Ji's anger subsided quickly.

So these people are finally giving up on their act?

Are they already so eager to make their son emperor?

"But I really don't know!"

"Is it possible that he is His Majesty's illegitimate son?"

This minister's words prompted the court officials to reflect.

It's not impossible, after all, Emperor Huizong of Song was capable of anything!

In fact, there was another guess in the ministers' minds that they didn't voice, and they felt that this possibility was very high.

That is, Zhao Jiu was not Zhao Ji's biological son, but rather a child born from a one-night stand by Zhao Ji.

The woman had children with her husband, or perhaps someone else.

She didn't know whose child it was, but she still insisted it was Zhao Ji's son.

Otherwise, all of Emperor Huizong's biological sons would be much like him.

Besides Zhao Gou

The Ninth Prince, Zhao Gou, was capable of drawing a bow with a stroke of 1.5 shi (a unit of dry measure), was skilled in riding and archery, and was a man of courage and wisdom.

If there were any princes who could hope to reclaim lost territories during this chaotic era, they believed that only the Ninth Prince had that potential.

Wait, Zhao Jiu, Zhao Gou was indeed the ninth in his family!

Could it be?

Since ancient times, the greatest merit has been saving the emperor, but what if the emperor came to save you?

Above the sky, a scene slowly unfolded, tinged with a hint of blood.

The sounds of battle shook the heavens and completely shattered the blurry image.

The two sides clashed on the battlefield, swords flashing and blood flying everywhere.

Just by looking at their appearances, the ancients could tell that one of them was a Jurchen.

His appearance was extremely rugged; the hair on the top of his head and his forehead had been completely shaved off, leaving only the hair behind his ears and on the back of his head, with braids tied on both sides. He looked quite ugly.

However, amidst the shouts of battle, the Song army on the other side gradually fell into a disadvantageous position.

The Song general's face had already shown despair, but that despair was then replaced by a ruthless resolve.

A rumbling sound came from afar, and billowing dust obscured everyone's vision.

As they drew closer, the situation within the smoke and dust gradually became clearer.

A huge flag was partially visible among them.

When the smoke cleared, the flag was fully revealed to everyone.

Everyone who saw the flag trembled.

The flag was woven with dragon patterns and edged with numerous ribbons that fluttered and rustled in the wind. The flag continued to move forward, towards the two armies' formations.

The flag also had a large character written on it.

"Zhao!"

This is the dragon banner!

Below the dragon banner, a dashing young man in red arrow-sleeved robes raised his longsword high, letting out a long, hoarse cry that dispersed the dust in the air.

"Press him down for me!!!"