Eye contact with Emperor Jingyuan

Night is coming. I don't know why, but the night of this day was particularly gloomy. Fu Buhui pushed open the door and walked into a dilapidated house. The courtyard was brightly lit with candles. "came back?" An old but powerful voice sounded. Fu Buhui looked over and saw a white-haired old man sitting in the middle of the courtyard with a big horse and a golden sword. His eyes were sharp like an eagle's. Although the years had left traces on his face, the light in his eyes was like a ray...