Li Si's eyes suddenly widened like bells, and he stammered: "But once you enter the canal, the waves are so big that the fishing boat can't hold it at all. Besides, we don't have the relevant paperwork, so the waterway gate can't let it go -
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"I have my own way." Duan Chuiwen interrupted in a deep voice, "Tomorrow morning you go apply for approval first, take the people overland, and wait for my news after entering Bianzhou City."
"How can you be allowed to be in danger alone! Zhang Liang and the others can do this too. I am humble enough to go with you on the waterway!"
"Don't waste time, do what I want."
"no--"
During the dispute, a curious voice broke in.
"What ship do you want?"
"Official ships and merchant ships, the kind that have customs clearance procedures, you can't get it, why are you asking..." Li Si replied angrily, trying to see who was interrupting, but when he turned his head, he almost
Biting his own tongue, "T-Your Highness the Crown Prince..."
Xia Houzhi smiled: "I do."
Half an hour later, the sun was almost setting, and there was still a faint trace of afterglow on the horizon.
On the sparkling lake, a lucky boat suddenly appeared out of nowhere.
A solid dragon skeleton, a beautifully carved three-story pavilion boat, and several masts rising straight into the sky.
The solid hard sails were raised high and were swaying with the direction of the wind, driving the entire ship through the water like an offline arrow and moving forward rapidly.
"Wow……"
All the detectives marveled in unison.
Li Si opened his mouth wide, twisted his neck, and looked at the thoughtful man next to him.
Why did he feel that the prince was really trying to please his master?
But, there is no reason.
In Gong, one acts ruthlessly, while the other is fair and strict, which can be described as the difference between water and fire.
As for selfishness... what kind of selfishness can two grown men have?
Mr. Li scratched his head, puzzled.
Since the ship was spacious enough, the manpower was rearranged, and except for the two messengers, everyone boarded the ship.
Time was running out, so the huge guy immediately set sail and headed towards the blue-grey sky.
On the deck, the swaying dim light showed a few figures walking slowly forward.
"This is my private ship. It has complete documents and can be used anywhere in Daxia. The hull is strong and it is a modified warship from the previous dynasty. Not to mention the mere rivers, it can even be used for navigation. Brother Duan deserves to be so sincere.
Do you believe me?"
"Believe it or not, Duan always only looks at evidence and facts, and does not rely on personal emotions, let alone deliberately go against you, Your Highness." The other party did him a great favor after all, and Duan Chuiwen is not the kind of person who doesn't know what is good or evil.
After explaining slowly, he frowned slightly and said, "The future of this trip is uncertain. In fact, I still recommend that you stay in the palace..."
The figure in front suddenly stopped, and he stopped.
Xia Houzhi tilted his head, his phoenix eyes glowed even more brightly in the night, exuding a look that seemed to be smiling but not smiling.
"Brother Duan, are you... worried about me?"
The young man's voice was clear and clear. He was obviously already a young man, but he still had the voice of a young man. He deliberately lowered his voice at this moment, as if he was hiding a small hook. Coupled with that bright face, it was difficult not to make people feel trance-like.
Duan Chuiwen thinks that he is not a saint, and he can be deceived, but his self-control is stronger than that of ordinary people.
He quickly came to his senses and said, neither humble nor arrogant: "Your Highness is the Crown Prince of the dynasty and has a distinguished status. Of course, the lower officials will be worried."
Obviously, Xia Houzhi was not satisfied with this answer.
She turned back and approached, slightly raising her chin: "What about me alone, are you worried?"
Duan Chuiwen subconsciously took a step back: "Your Majesty..." There was a trace of panic in his tone that only he knew for no reason.