Chapter 9 His Royal Highness? Climbing the list on Monday)
Zhu Yongxing put on his clothes in no time, put his shotgun on his back, and strode downstairs, calling to Yan Bao, "Take me to see what kind of Han people they are." Now he met Han people.
I was finally able to find out the exact message, and then everything returned to normal.
Yan Bao took Zhu Yongxing to the river. A large number of people had gathered here, holding weapons in their hands and looking at the river seriously. There were two wooden boats in the river, and there were more than a dozen canoes in the village.
Blocked by the fan shape, I could see Meng He standing on the canoe from a distance, gesticulating and talking with the people on the boat.
"Get on the boat, get on the boat, let's go take a look." Zhu Yongxing was very anxious, fearing that the Han people in the two boats would be driven away and miss this rare opportunity, so he kept urging Yan Bao.
The villagers on the shore saw Zhu Yongxing squeezing forward, and consciously stepped aside to make way for a passage. It seemed that through yesterday's welcome ceremony, everyone knew him and respected him.
Although Yan Bao was young, he was also very skilled in rowing. The two of them got into the canoe and quickly approached the two wooden boats.
Meng He and the other party didn't understand each other very well. They were talking and gesticulating, but it seemed they couldn't get the words together, and sweat broke out on their foreheads.
"Hey, this barbarian has no idea what the Zajia are talking about?" A white-faced and beardless old man in ancient costume spent a long time spitting and adding body language. He was a little tired and couldn't help but wave his sleeves and helplessly greeted a military officer on the ship.
The person said.
The general smiled bitterly and said: "Eunuch Jiang, why don't we continue moving forward? Without them to guide us, we won't get lost along the river, right?"
The white-faced and beardless old man was a little undecided. His eyes swept across the canoe in front of the boat, and suddenly he stared at Zhu Yongxing, who was coming over in the canoe, and his eyes widened.
Zhu Yongxing rushed forward and was stunned. This was an opera, why were they all dressed up like this? They were Han people, but it was too unexpected.
"His Royal Highness, you, you are here!" The old guy suddenly made a sharp voice and knelt down on the bow of the boat. His face became more and more like crying, and he patted the board of the boat, "I have found you.
Your Highness, if something happens to you, this old slave will not be alive anymore. Heaven bless you, and the prince is under the protection of the spirit of heaven..."
Who are you talking about? Who is the Crown Prince? Your Highness. Zhu Yongxing looked around inexplicably, and finally his eyes rested on the face of this old man who was crying with snot and tears.
"It's an old slave, His Highness the Crown Prince." Zhao Guowei wiped his face, showed a look of relief and joy, and greeted the people on the boat, "What are you doing in a daze? I didn't see that His Highness the Crown Prince was injured, why don't you invite His Highness quickly?
Get aboard!”
"Wait, wait!" Zhu Yongxing's head was in confusion and he waved his hands vigorously. The sudden change caught him off guard. What the hell, a group of old antiques came to recognize their relatives. When will this drama end?
"Your Highness, please get on the boat first. There is nothing that cannot be discussed. You don't have to-" the man who looked like a military general advised him nicely.
Seeing that Zhu Yongxing was wearing strange clothes and his hair was shaved short, he thought that he had other ideas, either becoming a monk or reclusive. But in this critical time, he had lost confidence in his future, so it was understandable to have such thoughts.
Zhu Yongxing desperately hoped that this was a show and that everyone was teasing him, but this seemed impossible. He sat in the canoe, ignoring what others said, his mind was confused and he couldn't think of a clue. Wanli, Yongxing
In the past, Mengzhu's words flashed through his memory again.
No, this is not true. Zhu Yongxing shook his head vigorously and said to the people on the boat: "You have recognized the wrong person. I am neither the prince nor your highness. There must be injuries on this face and there is medicine on it. Look.
Not careful."
"Your Highness, if you have any ideas, please tell me." Commander-in-Chief Pan Shirong denied that he was dissatisfied with Zhu Yongxing, but his words were still respectful and persuaded: "Now that there are ships, even though there are only two, we can carry Your Highness."
Going down the river to the city of Ava, there is no need to stop by land, it is better than wandering in this wild land."
Awa City, that should be the name of a place in Myanmar. Zhu Yongxing, who wanted to be an online writer and write a novel about the Nanming Dynasty, had collected and consulted a lot of information, and of course he was no stranger to this. He became more and more suspicious and squinted his eyes to look at it carefully.
The people on the boat were trying to find any clues about the show. As the canoe got closer and closer to the wooden boat, he became more and more disappointed and surprised.
Such a scene does not seem too strange. Zhu Yongxing's head suddenly flashed like lightning. It was very similar to the plot in the Pujie novel he wrote. Yes, the soul possessed King Min who fell into the water after he slipped.
The Crown Prince, who was rescued by everyone, made amazing words and showed his domineering attitude, and everyone fell in admiration. From then on, the vigorous journey through time began.
The canoe docked on the wooden boat. Zhu Yongxing, who was completely immersed in memories and thoughts, was like a puppet, muttering, "You have the wrong person, I am not a prince." But no one paid attention to him, and someone helped him get on the boat.
, and was invited to sit on the chairs on the boat. Many people appeared on the two boats, some kneeling, some saluting, and talking in various directions.
"His Royal Highness, you are a lucky man and have escaped from the great disaster. I am very happy to congratulate you." Commander-in-Chief Pan Shirong thought that Zhu Yongxing had changed his mind, and a smile appeared on his face.
Zhu Yongxing raised his head blankly, blinked his eyes, came back to his senses, stared at Pan Shirong for a moment, then frowned, and turned to others, but he seemed to be only interested in hair and clothes. After looking at them one by one, I hope he will also
In Zhu Yongxing's heart, everything was lost. There was no trace of pretense, and every hair and outfit was real. Zhu Yongxing didn't know what it felt like, his eyes were dull. He had really traveled through time, and it was still the most miserable time in Nanming.
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It's unbelievable and unpredictable. I've read a lot of time-travel novels and started writing them. I used to be extremely envious of the good luck of those time-travelers, but now it's my turn. Zhu Yongxing smiled bitterly and touched the gold seal on his waist.
Bao Bao, it seems that it is no longer necessary to argue whether or not he is the Crown Prince of Min. What matters is that he has come to this, which should be a parallel time and space. Where should he go?
"Your Highness the Crown Prince, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince——" the eunuch Zhao Guowei called out sharply.
Once he broke the inherent thinking framework, Zhu Yongxing figured out the key. He traveled through time and space, but the unlucky Prince Min fell off a cliff and died. By some mistake, he actually looked exactly like Prince Min.
.Yes, it was the unlucky guy Zhu Yongxing whom he buried by the river.
"Let's set sail!" Commander-in-Chief Xiong Shirong waved his hand impatiently when he saw Zhu Yongxing's silly look, and ordered the sailors to pull the anchor.