"Brother Zhu!" The boat shook and another anxious call was heard. Zhu Yongxing's eyes rolled around and he suddenly raised his head, his eyes gradually becoming clearer.
At some point, Mengzhu also paddled a canoe and came to the side of the boat. She stood on the boat and looked at Zhu Yongxing earnestly. The affection in her eyes and the worry and anxiety in her slightly furrowed eyebrows were clearly revealed.
"Stop the boat!" Zhu Yongxing stood up. Although he had not yet thought about the future, he had already made a decision on one thing, that is, he could not follow this group of people. Going to Ava City would be the same as committing suicide. Moreover,
That's what will happen soon.
According to historical records, Pan Shirong led the Ming Dynasty officials who traveled south by land to the other side of the river from Awa City in Burma. Because of the clutter of people and horses, the king of Burma was uneasy. He said: "These are not trying to avoid chaos, but are hiding.
It's for the sake of our country!" Therefore, soldiers were sent to surround them, and they forcibly placed these Nanming people, regardless of gender, old and young, in nearby villagers' homes to look after them. They were one person per family and were prohibited from interacting with each other. In an instant, these Nanming people were separated from their wives and children, and their family property was separated.
They lost their personal freedom, and many people lost their lives.
But these reasons cannot be explained. People who time travel will always encounter such difficulties. No one believes what they say. When something happens and everyone believes it, the result will be irreversible.
"I will not go further into Myanmar." Facing the stunned expressions of everyone, Zhu Yongxing hesitated and said, "It is not a good idea to flow into a foreign country and live a life of dependence on others."
"Your Highness is overly worried. The Ming Dynasty is the suzerain country, how can Burma have different intentions." Zhu Yunjin, a civil servant, stepped forward to persuade.
"The suzerain country, hehe, you are trying to deceive yourself and others by taking refuge in a foreign land." Zhu Yongxing curled his lips and said: "If you are not of my race, your heart must be different. The Burmese people are both head-and-rat, and they cannot be trusted. I advise you not to leave either.
This is on the border with Myanmar, and you can live longer if you go back to Yunnan."
"The Qing army is powerful. Wouldn't it be more dangerous to return to Yunnan?" Xiong Shirong continued to advise: "Although the King of Jin is unparalleled in loyalty and righteousness, he may not be able to protect us because of his small army and few generals."
"Look, after all, we are still greedy for life and afraid of death. What about this and that? We are not worried about our own lives. We have to live day by day." Zhu Yongxing's thinking became clearer and clearer, and he said with disdain: "You are the commander-in-chief.
, you are a soldier, but where is your sword? Abandoned armor is powerless. It cannot protect the emperor and the court, nor can it protect itself. Life and death are all in the hands of others, and I will not resign myself to fate like you!"
"His Royal Highness, you, you—" Seeing that Zhu Yongxing insisted on leaving, Zhao Guowei stomped his feet anxiously and held on to Zhu Yongxing's sleeves.
"Let go!" Zhu Yongxing forcefully pushed Zhao Guowei's hand away and said anxiously: "You are so old, how come you don't even understand this truth? Myanmar's attitude is external but not internal. As long as the Ming army is not completely defeated, Myanmar will definitely remain the same.
In the middle position, I dare not underestimate the imperial court too much. If the Ming army is defeated, will Burma not be afraid of the Qing army's attack and protect the imperial court? Stop dreaming. Okay, you can leave if you want, I won't seek death with you."
Seeing Zhu Yongxing waving to her, Mengzhu's face cleared up and revealed a bright smile. After a few moments, she leaned on the wooden boat and stretched out the wooden oar to Zhu Yongxing. Zhu Yongxing reached out to grab it and jumped into the canoe.
"Your Highness." Commander-in-Chief Xiong Shirong was ridiculed by Zhu Yongxing and his face turned red. However, seeing that Zhu Yongxing had made up his mind, he took a step forward unwillingly, glanced at Mengzhu, and said: "Don't be misled by women! Besides, you can't be fooled by women!" , you are the emperor's royal family, and you have the duty of protection according to the emperor's decree. If you go to him instead, how will you explain to the emperor?"
Zhu Yongxing frowned and glanced at Mengzhu. It was obvious that Xiong Shirong had gone astray, and he didn't want to explain it. After pondering for a while, he said loudly: "You go back and tell your Majesty that if you abandon your country and live in exile in Burma, you will revive the flag." Half down, there is no hope for Xingwang Tuba. If you just live in peace and enjoy the hardships, you will regret it one day. I said I wanted to go back to Yunnan, and I will go back. Despite all difficulties, I will go to find King Li Jin, and then Get rid of the smelly smell, return to China, and welcome the great master back to the country. The gods of all parties are above. If I, Zhu Yongxing, violate this oath, I will be struck by lightning from the sky, and my body will not be left."
The first part of this passage was very unreasonable. It could be said that it directly accused Emperor Yongli of being greedy for life and afraid of death, and abandoning the country to live in peace. But the impassioned speeches and solemn oaths that followed made these people feel ashamed and lacked the courage to accuse them. Zhu Yongxing.
"Your Highness, the old slave is staying here to take care of you." Zhao Guowei took a few steps forward with a bitter look on his face. Although he was unwilling to do so, this old eunuch still had some love for his master.
Zhu Yongxing shrugged his shoulders obediently and waved to Yanbao to row the canoe over to pick him up.
The canoe sailed away from the wooden boat, and the people on the wooden boat were still looking at Zhu Yongxing blankly. They hired a boat to trek and searched hard for Zhu Yongxing's whereabouts, but they did not expect that this would be the result.
Alas, Zhu Yongxing looked back and saw that no one was following him except Zhao Guowei. He couldn't help but sigh and whispered: "Twenty thousand people have all disarmed, and not one of them is a man."
Mengzhu smiled sweetly and said crisply: "Azhu likes Han poetry the most, but the ones I have read are quite different. Go to Azhu's Bamboo House and let you see the Chinese characters written by Azhu and copy them. Even the great shaman said it is a good Chinese poem!"
"It just means setting the scene. It doesn't matter if it's 140,000 or 200,000. Oh, you can also calligraphy, which is better than me." Zhu Yong shook his head half-heartedly. He didn't have any thoughts after such a drastic change. Discuss poetry and appreciate calligraphy.
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At dusk, Zhu Yongxing, who had been locked in his room and meditating, was invited out by Meng He. He came to the big room with a thick thatched door and met the somewhat strange clan leader again.
After Zhu Yongxing saluted, he sat there and said nothing. Firstly, he was a little afraid of the old man, and secondly, he didn't know what the old man was going to say to him. However, the old man's prediction had come true, and he was really He couldn't leave the village.
"Get rid of the smelly smell and repeat the journey to China." The old man opened his eyes and said calmly: "Is this what His Highness said?"
What a boast! Zhu Yongxing scratched his head, smiled, and said: "Old man, I made you laugh, am I a little loud?"
Haha, the old man laughed, but his expression did not mean to make fun of him at all, but rather he seemed to be very appreciative.
Sure enough, the old man smiled and said seriously: "It's not a big tone, but it will make me look down upon. Our Mengshan Ke tribe has an old saying: It is difficult to weave cloth with one thread, and it is difficult for one person to build a house. There are still several hundred strong people in the tribe, Your Highness Are you willing to accept this meager power?"