The sunset finally fell to the horizon, and a terrible mysterious color appeared in the sky. It was not fire, but it emitted a flame-like red light, mixed with purple and light red light. The red river surface reflected by the sunset seemed to tell everyone that the land of China was already naked.

The red sunset paints a thick halo on the place where the sky and the earth connect. The red halo presses against the river, giving people on the river a great sense of depression and urgency. Faced with such a halo, no one can calm down.

But Zhu Mingzhong was the exception because he could not feel the redness of the world, nor even the vitality of life - he was once again sent to prison.

Lying on the cold floor, Zhu Mingzhong's emotions were extremely calm. Because of the air, sweat was flowing under his clothes, but he just closed his eyes and no longer had the concept of time in the darkness. If he had to say that he was still alive, it was because he would still breathe calmly and evenly.

The hull swayed slightly with Jiang Lang, making Zhu Mingzhong feel like he was in a hammock, but being locked in the bottom cabin filled with the sour smell of vomit and the smell of unventilated rooms for a long time would not make people feel comfortable. In fact, he was waiting, waiting for an unknown fate.

"You're just a cooked duck...a hard-mouthed!"

Enduring the strangeness in the air, Zhu Mingzhong secretly laughed at himself.

Isn't it just a stubborn person? Why can't I speak well? I have to "alert" there? If it weren't for this, how could I be imprisoned by Zheng Chenggong?

"Hey, you're so tragic!"

It's not a tragedy!

Zhu Mingzhong, who has read countless time travel novels, knows that he may be promoted to "the number one tragic figure in time travel history". Who is like himself who was imprisoned in prison and sent to the guillotine to die as soon as he traveled through time travel.

Now, how will Zheng Chenggong deal with himself?

Thinking of his annoyed look at the time, Zhu Mingzhong just sighed secretly. No matter what the future result is, he has done what he should do - at least laying a foreshadowing in the hearts of Zheng Chenggong and the generals in his army. Perhaps the flame buried in everyone's hearts can save everything.

Time lost all meaning to him, and he just lay silently in the bottom cabin waiting for the arrival of death.

The bottom cabin has always been the worst part of the ship's environment. The turbid air mixed with various smells filled the bottom of the bilge, which made Zheng Ling feel a sour smell coming from her nose as soon as she arrived at the bottom cabin. She covered her mouth and nose, but could not cover the rolling between her stomach.

Frowning, Zheng Ling looked at the scene in front of her with disgust - the dark light and the sour smell that made her unbearable. The strong sour smell filled the cabin, making it disgusting. Zheng Ling had to force herself to press the vomiting in her heart and continue walking forward. Finally, she walked to the prison door, and through the wooden railing, she saw the person lying on the cabin. He was just lying there. With the slight light at the bottom of the cabin, she saw clearly that the man seemed to be sleeping.

"How can he sleep?"

I really can't sleep!

Lying on the cabin, Zhu Mingzhong's seemingly calm heart was stirring up waves at this moment. When he closed his eyes, the song "The Water-Tuning Boat" flashed in his mind again.

"The capital of Yao, the soil of Shun, and the seal of Yu. There should be one and a half shameful ministers."

Why do you think of this poem again? No one told Zhu Mingzhong the answer.

In addition to the repeated reappearance of that poem in my mind, the more frightened ones were probably the red eyes in my dream and the question.

"It's surrender! It's death!"

The questioning was like a tone in a drama broke out in Zhu Mingzhong's mind again.

At this moment, all the sounds in the world seemed to disappear, and Zhu Mingzhong, who was lying on the cabin, silently recited the poem.

"There is such a fishy smell that thousands of miles away. Where will the heroic spirits of the ages be there? When will the majestic future be connected? Why should Hu Yun ask? He Ri is in the middle..."

"Why!"

After sighing for a long time, Zhu Mingzhong felt a pain in his heart when he thought of the familiar history, and a drop of tears flowed down the corners of his eyes.

"If you have the will to kill the thief, you are powerless to turn the world back. How happy is it to die!"

The crisp words came into Zhu Mingzhong's ears, which made him stunned. He was surprised but heard the man ask again.

"Since that's the case, why do you cry!"

Although the light was dim, Zheng Ling still saw the tears in the corner of the man's eyes. Why did he cry? Why did he cry silently after finishing the song "Shuitu Songtou: Sending Zhang Demao to the Grand Lord Zhang Demao to Envoy"?

How could there be a woman in this cabin?

He stretched out his heavy eyelids and looked at the woman's voice. At that moment, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't help but be fooled.

I saw a girl wearing European-style bright white breastplate standing there pretty. The girl combed her hair into a heart-broad bun. Her exquisite and refined look was a bit heroic and cool. The black combat boots exposed under the light green war skirt looked so beautiful and refined that it made people feel that such a woman should not be associated with the cruel war.

Although this woman was dressed in military uniform, she looked so pretty. Whether it was her beautiful eyes or melon-shaped face, she seemed to be a beauty from later generations. In addition, this alternative military uniform made Zhu Mingzhong even more stunned.

Seeing the man's surprise in Zheng Ling's eyes, she did not feel any anger. She knew how shocking this outfit was to outsiders.

"How happy is it to die?"

Seeing that he didn't say anything, Zheng Ling asked and sighed.

"Since you are powerless to turn the world back, how can you die just because of it!"

With wide eyes, Zheng Ling looked at the person lying on the bottom of the bilge, as if she wanted to get the answer from him.

"As long as the master of the country can avoid the trick of capturing evil in the Middle East!"

Calm, without a trace of turbulent words came into Zheng Ling's ears, and she noticed a little helplessness on the man's face.

"Oh, since that's the case, why can't I persuade you so hard, but I insist on angering others..."

This person is too ignorant of his life!

Thinking of this man being rescued by him against his will, he angered his elder brother and even beaten to prison again. This man is really... Alas, too stubborn, too straightforward.

"What kind of identity do you have in my hometown? How could the master of Guo listen to what he said?"

With a light laugh, Zhu Mingzhong stood up. A few minutes ago, he was still upset about his "recklessness", but now he was glad that he had not missed the opportunity before. As long as the seed was planted in Zheng Chenggong's heart, it would definitely have some impact on it.

Perhaps, history will change because of that seed.

Maybe...who knows?

I just don’t know if I have the opportunity to see that scene, what will the future look like?

Thinking of this, Zhu Mingzhong's expression couldn't help but stagnate and fell into deep thought again.

Can you see that future?

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