Xu Xuan was stunned, turned his head to look at the reflection on the ice, goosebumps all over his body rose, I don't know whether he was surprised, suspicious, shocked or happy.

Below his left shoulder blade, there was a blue-black birthmark, which was vaguely faint but could be vaguely seen to be a horseshoe-shaped; There is also a curved red mark on the upper part of the right waist, but due to the small soaking in the medicinal soup, the back has been infiltrated by cinnabar and other drugs for many years, leaving many red blood spots, which are connected with this red mark, and it is impossible to tell what shape it is.

His heart was beating suddenly, since he was a child, he had never heard his father and his aunt tell him about these two birthmarks, if it weren't for today's golden vulture arrow that shattered his robe, I am afraid that he would never see it. If there is only one place, it can be said to be a coincidence, but two very similar birthmarks exist in the same body...... There is no such ingenious thing in the world

In a flash of inspiration, Lin Lingsu is, that day in the Chengdu prison, this guy used the "Baina Dafa" to change his internal organs and legs, could it be that the "birthmark" on his back was also his hands and feet at that time? This demon has far-reaching plans, and from the moment he was held hostage, he had already thought of various plans to use him to seize the purple and green swords, steal the Heavenly Stone Diagram, and even cultivate the "Wedding Dress Divine Skill". With his scheming and ability, it is not impossible to create these two "birthmarks" for himself.

But how does this devil know the birthmark on the "Prince of Ji'an"? And why do you use the "Baina technique" to fake yourself? Suddenly remembered his action of breaking his knees on Penglai Mountain, could it be...... There was a sudden shock in his heart, could it be that this guy also wanted to pretend to be the prince of the Jin Kingdom, use the power of the Tartars to destroy Zhao Song and take revenge?

The thought was flying, but he laughed and said, "Wushu old thief, do you see it clearly this time?" Ladies and gentlemen, this old thief has deceived the king and plotted to assassinate the prince, what crime should he be guilty of? Do you want to be obsessed with him and kill me, or do you want to set things right, arrest this giant traitor, and escort him back to Beijing to ask my father to punish him? ”

Everyone looked at each other, in a dilemma.

Although they have believed most of Xu Xuan's identity as the "Prince of Ji'an", in the past ten years, the power of the Golden Vulture has leaned towards the government and the opposition, and the world has been so powerful that even the emperor has to look up to him, even if he really assassinated the prince, made any rebellious moves, and returned to the capital, I am afraid that no one dares to ask him for his guilt. Wouldn't it be self-defeating to go and get him now?

But I heard that Xiao Guoshi said lightly: "This son, this matter is very important, forgive us for not listening to one side." You claim to be the prince of Ji'an, and you say that you were murdered by Marshal Du. Marshal Du is loyal and filial, and the world knows it, and he thinks that he will never be able to do such a rebellious act. Whether the birthmark on your waist is knife-shaped or not is not clear, and it is difficult to determine whether it is the prince. If you want to prove the truth, you have to have some more convincing evidence. ”

After a pause, he said: "According to the poor Dao's opinion, it is better to ask this prince to return to Beijing with us, and His Majesty will personally drop blood to identify his relatives and check the authenticity." If it is fake, it will be handed over to the marshal of the capital, and it will be cut with a thousand cuts; If it is true, you can also ask about the merits, so as not to have any misunderstanding, hurt the righteousness of the monarch and the minister, and make the people of the world chill. ”

Xu Xuan's heart moved, this person seemed to be fair, and every sentence was for the sake of "Marshal Du", but in fact, he hid needles in the cotton, and in the name of the Tartar Emperor, he was forced to finish Yan Wushu and did not dare to act rashly. This person's surname is Xiao, also known as the national teacher, presumably it is Xiao Baozhen, the national teacher of Dajin, although it seems to be cunning and cunning, and he can't figure out the details, but "the enemy of the enemy is a friend", at least in the section of dealing with the old thief of Wushu, they can form an alliance.

After finishing Yan Wushu, he put down the longbow and said, "Xiao Guoshi has thought it through so thoroughly, what else does this king have to say?" It's just that we went to sea on this trip to take the green dragon by order. The demon dragon has not been slaughtered, and the princess has not been saved, how can the class master return to the dynasty? Even if this person is the true prince, he can only be wronged to take the same boat with us, and after the dragon is slain, he will return to Beijing to ask His Majesty to judge. But if he dares to flee in fear of sin...... Then don't blame this king for being ruthless."

Although Xu Xuan didn't know how to get through the hurdle of "dripping blood to recognize relatives" after arriving in Beijing, there was no way back at this time, and he had to take one step at a time. At the moment, he laughed and said: "Real gold is not afraid of fire." I don't know who will be the one who will abscond halfway? With a slap of his palms on the ice, he rolled over and rushed onto the bow cabin.

Wang Chongyang hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Xu, wait for me." He jumped with him to the boat.

The horn blew for a long time, and the big ship moved slowly.

Xu Xuan sat in the large room on the top floor of the bow cabin, with an unobstructed view, and in front of him was a vast blue sky and a vast ocean of ice, which was extremely magnificent.

He had seen many majestic ships, but none of them could compare with the one in front of him in terms of the exquisite design and extravagant furnishings.

Hundreds of hatches are all inlaid with double-glazed glass imported from Dashi, and this alone will cost tens of thousands of taels of silver. What's even more surprising is that the air hole under the porthole has been blowing gusts of hot air, and there is no fog on the window pane, which is as transparent as ice.

The cabin was covered with a thick Persian carpet, tables, chairs, incense burners, curtains, quilts, and ...... All of them seem to have moved from the home of the wealthy in Lin'an, but the bed is designed as a Jurchen-style fire kang, which is warm and warm, and the room is full of spring, and the window is like two worlds.

Wang Chongyang grew up in Penglai since he was a child, and he had never seen such a huge ship, so he curiously touched the east and west, and was even more surprised by the hot kang bed, how could he not think of how on a big ship made of pure wood, how could it accommodate so many kang beds for heating?

After a while, Wanyan Wulu led more than a dozen slaves into the cabin, and filled the entire long table with dozens of dishes, large and small. From cold cuts, hot dishes, dim sum, pasta to porridge and rice, there is everything, including Huaiyang, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Bashu, Shandong, Liaodong...... and other major cuisines, dazzling, fragrant.

Xu Xuan wandered on the sea for many days, filling his hunger with raw fish, smelling the fragrance, and already moving his index finger, and now he sandwiched a chopstick in the east and a chopstick in the west, and ate it with white rice, and grabbed a handful of meat pieces from time to time to feed Hai Dongqing. Wang Chongyang was a little restrained, and when he saw that Xu Xuan kept beckoning him to eat together, he thanked everyone, sat on the edge of the kang, and moved the chopsticks.

Wanyan Wulu smiled and said: "His Royal Highness the Prince, if you are out by boat, you can't be in the Great Inner Palace." I don't know if these dishes are to your liking? If it's not good, I'll let the cook change again. ”

Xu Xuan's heart froze, could it be that this guy deliberately used his dietary preferences to spy on me if I was the real prince? wiped his mouth at the moment, shook his head and said: "Although these dishes are delicious, they don't seem to be as good as barnyard rice and porridge with meat and vegetables. ”

Wanyan Wulu was stunned for a moment, and said with a smile: "The prince has the wind of my Dajin ancestor, wonderful, wonderful" immediately asked the slave maid to bring half a bucket of barnyard rice and a barrel of wine, personally cut half a bowl of animal meat, mixed it in the barnyard rice, and poured a full bowl of wine, handed it to Xu Xuan with a joyful face, and said: "Taizu's favorite is this barnyard rice and Moli Zhan wine, he often says that a meal and a coat are not easy to come by, as an emperor, especially to take care of the suffering of the people's livelihood in the world, can eat such delicious barnyard rice and Moli Zhan wine at once,, Be content with joy. The crown prince can think about what Taizu thinks, it is really a blessing for my Dajin Kingdom"

Xu Xuan secretly felt angry: "Since the dog Tartar is so content, it's okay to eat your barnyard bibimbap in the deep mountains of Liaodong, and what are you doing to occupy my Central Plains?" ”

After thinking about it, this Tartar prince trained Jin Taizu so firmly, humble and forbearing, diligent and thrifty, and had great ambitions in his chest, and he was only afraid and had no good impression of the extravagant and arbitrary Jin Wushu, which was just right to get him drunk, and pry out more of Jin Ting's inside story, and after coming to Beijing, he would not understand anything.

At the moment, he slapped the edge of the table and said: "There is a saying among the Han people, called 'Wine is less than a thousand cups of confidants, for your words, we have to be better than a few bowls" pulled him to sit down on the kang, poured him full of "Moli Zhan wine", raised his head to drink, and connected a few bowls in one go.

The color of the "Moli Zhan Wine" is as ruddy as a rose, although it is not as sweet and mellow as the famous wine of the Great Song Dynasty, but it is like a knife cutting fire in the throat, filling the top of the head, and the pores all over the body seem to be opened all at once.

Although Xu Xuan drank a good amount of wine, after drinking six or seven bowls in a row, he was also drunk like floating clouds, patting the kang table, and singing loudly the songs taught by those Jurchen hunters. These songs are obviously folk songs handed down by the ancestors of the Jurchens, and Wanyan Wulu's face is flushed, and he is also six or seven points drunk, and he can't help but sing in unison.

The Jin soldiers guarding outside the cabin smelled the aroma of wine, and their hearts were already itching, and when they saw them singing and drinking so happily, they kept sticking out their heads and probing their brains, so hungry that even their eyeballs were about to fall out. Only Wang Chongyang shook his head secretly when he saw it, and ate unhurriedly with vegetables.

At this moment, Hai Dongqing's feathers suddenly exploded, and he screamed sharply towards the east.

Then there were exclamations from outside the cabin, and someone shouted in horror: "What do you think is that?" I heard a low whine again, and a column of water dozens of feet high erupted in front of me, and then the whining continued, and countless snow-white water columns gushed into the sky, one after another.

Xu Xuan looked out of the cabin, his heart was shocked, and most of the wine woke up.

I saw that the twilight was drowsy, the sunset was like fire, and there were bursts of "yaya" cries from the north, and the birds were rolling like dark clouds, dancing in panic and approaching rapidly. Below them, thousands of whales, like moving islands, swam towards them. In addition, I don't know how many unknown schools of fish and sea beasts mingle, shining with thousands of silver lights, desperately migrating south.

Hai Dongqing jumped irritably on his shoulders, screaming and sorrowful. Wanyan Wulu's face changed, and he lost his voice: "Gita is the eruption of the Gita volcano......"

Before the words fell, the sky and the sea suddenly lit up, and then burst out layers of purple and red glow, and the thunder rolled, shaking the waves violently.