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...