The setting sun finally set on the horizon, and a terrible mystery appeared in the sky, it was not fire, but it emitted a flaming red light, mixed with purple and reddish glow, and the red river reflected by the setting sun seemed to tell everyone that this land of China was a red land.

The red sunset smeared a thick halo on the place where heaven and earth connect, and the red halo pressed against the river, giving the people on the river a great sense of depression and urgency.

But Zhu Mingzhong was excepted, because he couldn't feel the red light of heaven and earth at all, and he couldn't even feel any vitality of life - he was once again thrown into prison.

Lying on the cold floor, Zhu Mingzhong's mood was extremely calm, because of the stuffy air, sweat was flowing under his clothes, but he just closed his eyes like this, and he no longer had the concept of time in the dark, if he had to say that he was still alive, it was because he would still breathe that calm and even.

The hull of the ship swayed slightly with the river waves, making Zhu Mingzhong feel like he was in a hammock, but being locked in the bilge filled with the sour smell of vomit and the smell of a secret room that had not been ventilated for a long time did not make people feel any comfort, in fact, he was waiting, waiting for an unknown fate.

"You're a boiled duck...... Hard mouth! ”

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

Isn't it just hard-mouthed, why can't you speak well, you have to be "alarmist" there, if not, how can you be imprisoned by Zheng Chenggong.

"Hey, you're a tragedy!"

Isn't that a tragedy?

Zhu Mingzhong, who has read countless time-traveling novels, knows that he may be promoted to "the first tragic figure in the history of time-traveling", and there is anyone like himself who was put in prison as soon as he crossed over, and was sent to the guillotine to wait for death.

Now, what will Zheng Chenggong do with himself?

Thinking of his annoyed and angry appearance at that time, Zhu Mingzhong just sighed secretly, no matter what the future result is, he has already done what he should do - at least a foreshadowing was planted in the hearts of Zheng Chenggong and the generals in his army, perhaps, the fire buried in everyone's hearts can save everything.

Time has lost its meaning to him, and he lies silently in the bilge waiting for death to come.

The bilge has always been the worst environment on the ship, and the turbid air mixed with various smells permeated the bilge, which only made Zheng Ling feel a sour smell coming to her nose as soon as she arrived at the bilge, she covered her mouth and nose, but she couldn't cover the tumbling of her stomach.

Frowning, Zheng Ling looked at the scene in front of her in disgust—the dark light and the unbearable sour smell. The strong, sour smell permeated the cabin, disgusting. So much so that Zheng Ling had to force himself to suppress the vomiting feeling in his heart and continue to walk forward. At last she went to the door, and through the wooden bar, she saw the man lying on the deck, and there he was lying there, and by the light of the bilge she could see that the man seemed to be sleeping.

"How can he sleep?"

I really can't sleep!

Lying on the deck, Zhu Mingzhong's seemingly calm heart set off waves at this time, and when he closed his eyes before, the song "Water Adjusting the Bow of the Boat" flashed in his mind again.

"The capital of Yao, the soil of Shun, the seal of Yu. In the middle of the should be, a half shameful minister. ”

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

In addition to the repeated appearance of the poem in my mind, what is even more terrifying is probably the forced gaze of the red eyes in the dream, and the question.

"It's down! It's death! ”

The question, like the tone of a play, once again exploded in Zhu Mingzhong's mind.

At this moment, it seemed that all the sounds in heaven and earth had disappeared, and Zhu Mingzhong, who was lying on the deck, silently read the poem.

"Thousands of miles of fishy as promised, the eternal heroic spirit is here, and the majestic will pass. Why does Hu Yun need to ask, Heri ...... from the middle"

"Hey!"

After a long sigh, thinking of the familiar history, Zhu Mingzhong only felt a pain in his heart, but a tear flowed down the corner of his eye.

"I have the intention to kill the thief, but I can't return to the sky. Die a well-deserved death, quickly, quickly! ”

The delicate voice came into Zhu Mingzhong's ears, which only made him stunned, but in surprise he heard the man ask.

"And why are you crying?"

Although the light was dim, Zheng Ling still saw the tears in the corners of the man's eyes, why did he shed tears? Why did he cry silently after singing the song "Water Tune Song Head, Sending Zhang Demao to the Envoy".

How can there be a woman in this cabin?

Stretching out his somewhat heavy eyelids, he followed the woman's voice, and at that moment, Zhu Mingzhong couldn't help but be stunned.

I saw a girl wearing a European-style bright white cuirass standing there prettyly, the girl combed her head full of green silk into a bun, the exquisite and refined with a bit of heroic air, the light cyan battle skirt exposed under the dark combat boots, the whole person looks so beautiful and refined, people feel that such a woman should not be associated with the cruel war.

Although this woman is dressed in a military costume, she is so pretty, whether it is the beautiful eyes or the melon seed face, she seems to be a beauty of later generations, and this alternative military dress makes Zhu Mingzhong stunned.

The man's astonishment looked in Zheng Ling's eyes, she didn't feel any anger, she knew how shocking this dress was in the eyes of outsiders.

"Die a well-deserved death, quickly, quickly?"

Seeing that he didn't speak, Zheng Ling sighed lightly as he asked.

"Since you can't return to heaven, how can you die where you want!"

With his eyes wide, Zheng Ling looked at the person lying in the bilge, as if he wanted to get an answer from him.

"As long as the surname of the country can not be used in the Middle East, it is okay!"

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, if that's the case, why can't you be persuaded so well, but you want to provoke others......"

This man doesn't care for his life too much!

Thinking that after this person was saved by his own disobedience, he angered his eldest brother again, so that he was beaten to prison again, this person is really ...... Hey, it's too stubborn, well, it's too straightforward.

"What kind of identity is it below, and how can the country surname listen to what the next person says?"

With a sneer, Zhu Mingzhong stood up, a few minutes ago, he was still annoyed by his "recklessness", but now he is glad, glad that he did not miss the previous opportunity, as long as he planted that seed in Zheng Chenggong's heart, he would definitely be able to 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, the future, what the future will look like?

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

Can you see that future for yourself?

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