The Ming Dynasty, the capital, the imperial palace is a partial palace.

It was dawn, and the sky was still a little dark, and a pair of blank eyes carefully looked at the strange world through the tiny crack in the door.

Through the gap at the door, the first thing that caught my eye was a garden. Although it was not clear due to the sky, Zhu Chenhao still smelled the fragrance of flowers and plants.

Behind the garden is an extremely high courtyard wall, which is measured to be eight or nine meters high. In the middle of the courtyard wall, there are two doors facing the wing where he is located.

What surprised Zhu Chenhao the most was that at the door of the wing, there were two ancient eunuchs standing. They seemed to be very sleepy and were leaning against the pillars and sleeping there.

"Did I not only travel to ancient times, but also become a prince?"

Zhu Chenhao frowned slightly.

Because of his writing needs, he had also consulted some information about ancient palaces and houses. Such a high courtyard wall was definitely not something that ordinary people could build. In addition, the two eunuchs guarding the door made him doubt his identity after traveling through time.

"It seems that the wall of the Forbidden City is more than nine meters high!"

Zhu Chenhao couldn't help but think of it, and a hint of worry was added to his heart.

He had fantasized about another kind of life before, but this unexpected time travel still did not come with the original owner's memory, which felt really bad.

After experiencing the initial confusion, confusion, and even pain, Zhu Chenhao had to accept his fate.

He traveled through time, from a thirty-year-old dead house writer to ancient times, becoming a twelve or thirteen-year-old boy, a young man suspected of a prince, and had to face a crucial problem:

“Who is ‘I’?”

Zhu Chenhao knew nothing about the owner of this body, and he did not think that a modern person could play the role of an ancient prince.

"Do you want to pretend to be amnesia?"

Theoretically, this is definitely a perfect excuse. After all, the reason for "accidental loss" is definitely a reason for panacea, and no one can find fault.

But theory is theory, and reality is reality. It is definitely not an easy thing to pretend to be amnesia.

What is the case with an amnesia person?

Did you just forget the people around you and the past?

Since you have forgotten all the people and things in the past, what about life experience, basic common sense, and how do you talk and walk?

So as described in the novel, after traveling through time, pretending to be amnesia, then open your gold fingers, make paper and cement, distilling wine, glass soap, musket and powder, etc.

Well, I dare to write this in the online article, but Zhu Chenhao doesn’t dare to do this anyway.

If you really want to regard ancient people as fools, you are a real fool.

In addition, he can only be sure that he has traveled to an ancient world and may become a prince. Who knows what kind of world this ancient world is?

What if immortals, Buddhas, gods and demons fly all over the sky?

If he pretended to be amnesia, he attracted a big man from the cultivation world. When he opened his eyes, he shouted: "Call me, where did the demons and ghosts dare to take over the prince? I will definitely let you die!"

Or maybe I met an emperor who was very suspicious.

"Amnesia lost? East Factory, West Factory, Jinyiwei, Imperial Guard, Six Doors, Sticks... All of them were moved by me to find out how my prince lost his memory, whether there was any conspiracy here, and whether someone was pretending to be my prince."

A prince lost his memory when he said he lost his memory. He really thought he was just having fun!

Anyway, he would never use the unreliable magic weapon of "amnesia" before he could figure out his own situation.

Compared to amnesia, he would rather pretend to be mute!

When you are not able to speak, pretending to be mute seems to be a good choice!

Don’t ask, it’s because there are too many fighting in the harem. People’s hearts are too complicated. Some people can’t stand the little prince, so they just make him hoarse.

Zhu Chenhao had a conspiracy in his mind, and then tiptoed to investigate all the items in the room.

A golden python robe, a stone-blue dragon jacket with five-clawed golden dragons, a pair of exquisitely carved dragon-shaped jade pendants, an incense burner with strange beasts, and some scattered clothes and accessories.

Zhu Chenhao was a little worried when he looked at the items in the room, because although there were many things in the room, there was no item that could prove his identity.

The only good news that is not good news is that through the text on the screen in the room, he can confirm that the world that has traveled through time was a dynasty in the history of China, and the Ming Dynasty did not really go to another world.

This is undoubtedly good news for Zhu Chenhao.

As for what is written on the screen?

Sorry, as a poor student who can't even sing "Unknown Words", if you ask him to translate the traditional Chinese characters on the screen, do you think too much of him? It is already very good to recognize the words "Fifteenth Year of Chenghua".

Why not be a poor student?

This discovery made Zhu Chenhao feel new worries while being happy.

After all, he was already a twelve or thirteen-year-old prince. In ancient times, he could have passed on the family line. He had long been influenced by royal education and could read and write.

What if someone wants to appreciate his masterpiece, what should you do if you ask him to do?

"Why!"

Zhu Chenhao sighed, only to think that it was really difficult for him.

Sorrow, sorrow, like a river flowing eastward.

Suddenly, a slight sound of footsteps came from outside the room, making Zhu Chenhao feel tight, and then he ran to the bed like a cat, got into the quilt, closed his eyes and pretended to be asleep.

"Dong!Dong!Dong!"

The man at the door did not come in, knocked on the door gently and shouted in a low voice: "Your Highness, Your Highness, it's already time to get up!"

Zhu Chenhao, who was lying on the bed pretending to be asleep, heard the sharp call outside the door, and felt relieved again.

I can understand Mandarin, but it seems that communication is fine.

But, what the hell is it that I wake up at the time of Mao?

At about 5 a.m., it refers to the time when the sun just showed its face and was rising.

Shouldn’t the prince sleep until he wakes up naturally? Do you do whatever he wants? Why do you feel more miserable than the senior high school students in later generations? You have to get up at five in the morning? Are you wrong?

Zhu Chenhao complained in his heart, but felt a little embarrassed and didn't know how to answer.

He has no memory of his predecessor, but he doesn't know what a prince got up at five o'clock in the morning to do.

Not only did Zhu Chenhao not know what he was going to do next, he couldn't even wear his own clothes. The ancient prince's clothing was not T-shirts from later generations, so he just put it on.

Also, it is not said in the TV series that the princes and princesses in the palace have to get up early every day to pay their respects to the queen and concubines?

Who can tell him what kind of etiquette is needed to pay tribute and how to go to the harem?

Who is the mother with this body?

When Zhu Chenhao thought of this, his head was not as big as that and he had no idea what to do.

And at this moment, a mechanical electronic sound suddenly came from Zhu Chenhao's ear.
Chapter completed!