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Zhu Song threw out such a sentence lightly, and while instructing his subordinates to take care of the two wives, his body rushed forward after Han Qingshan like a swimming fish.

Before he could reach the front, a shorter figure was thrown over.

"Lord Wang......" Han Qingshan's heart was shocked, and he was about to reach out to stop this figure.

At this time, Zhu Song rushed to the front one step ahead of Han Qingshan, and at the same time stepped forward in an instant, with his left foot behind him, his right foot arched forward, and his hands were lifted up like lightning, and the figure that flew over was smoothly held in his hand.

After that, Zhu Song's hands shook slightly, and he put down the figure.

"Huh? Child? Looking down, Zhu Song was stunned, this is a child who looks thirteen or fourteen years old, although he is dressed in tattered clothes, he is tall and tall, with thin eyebrows and bright eyes.

And if Zhu Song didn't guess wrong, this child should be a woman, after all, Fang Cai's touch, but ......

"Get out of the way, get out of the way!"

Before Zhu Song could ask the little woman dressed as a man, what had just happened, the crowd in the direction of the little woman had already been separated from a path.

Subsequently, a group of people dressed in the regular clothes of the Ming Dynasty, but with the head of the moon generation, rushed over with great momentum.

The so-called moon head is to shave all the hair in the half-moon shape from the forehead to the top of the head so that the scalp is exposed, and then comb the remaining front and middle parts and both sides of the hair back to knot it with a bun at the back of the hair.

"Hey, it's really this group of little books!" Seeing this hateful head shape, Zhu Song hated the roots of his teeth.

As the most authentic Chinese people, that incomparably chaotic history, but the shame of the Chinese people, is also the history of blood and tears of the Chinese people because of this.

Therefore, in his previous life, Zhu Song never took over the task from the Neon Country at all, and even secretly killed many important people from the Neon Country.

Let's not mention Zhu Song's past life, and then look at the present.

There were about thirty of these menacing people, and the leader was a gorgeously dressed young man who looked no more than thirty years old, and as for the others, judging by their dress, eighty percent were the young man's subordinates or guards.

The only similarity between them is that they have a unified moon generation.

"Boy, it's your fate, do you come here obediently, or will I arrest you myself?"

The young man at the head had not yet spoken, but a monkey-cheeked guard standing beside him, speaking in stiff Chinese, scolded the little woman dressed as a man.

These guys don't speak four times, and they lack sounds, so it's awkward to listen to.

"You ......" The little woman looked at the Tsukiyo leaders timidly, her voice was low, but it was full of anger.

"Who are you, and why did you arrest people for no reason?" Zhu Song pulled the little woman and blocked her in front of her.

"You, who?" The guard with the sharp-beaked monkey cheeks squinted at Zhu Song and said, "Eight grids, you guys, are you in a group?" ”

Syllable!

As soon as the guard's voice fell, a big mouth slapped on the guard's face, although Han Qingshan said that he couldn't understand the neon words, but he didn't expect it to be a good word, so he rushed over and slapped him.

"You ......" stunned them all at this moment, and they couldn't figure out the situation.

"Hmph, the people of Fanbang are so presumptuous in my Ying Tianfu, do you still think that they are in your own realm?" Han Qingshan, who had returned to Zhu Song's side, had a gloomy face and scolded the leaders of the Ziyue Dynasty in a deep voice.

"I am the representative of the embassy of the Great Say, and I was sent by our great Emperor Komatsu to come to your Ming Dynasty to pay tribute!" With that, the guard straightened his chest and said proudly:

"However, you Ming people have snatched our lord's slaves. Ridiculous, is this your Ming hospitality? ”

Slave?

Zhu Song subconsciously turned his head to look at the little woman, but the little woman shook her head in a panic, and trembled: "No, it's not." ”

The voice didn't have an accent, and it wasn't neon.

Damn, is it impossible to be a fool? This is clearly an authentic Daming baby. Do you think that this is in your own land?

Those guards in civilian clothes, all of them had a look of disgruntle, and some even blushed angrily, if it wasn't for Zhu Song not speaking, I'm afraid that Han Qingshan and they would have rushed up to destroy such a neon countryman.

Although Zhu Song admitted that he was a very angry young man, he was not in a hurry to speak at this time, but quickly recalled in his mind the information related to the book in the Ming Dynasty.

It is now 1403, that is to say, Emperor Go-Kameyama of the Kosaimoto Southern Dynasty had already accepted Ashikaga Yoshimitsu's conditions and returned the artifact to the Northern Dynasty, thus ending the situation of the division between the north and the south of Komoto.

Xiao said that the rebellion in the country has ended, coupled with the recuperation over the years, as well as their innate arrogance and arrogance, yes, in their words, there is quite an attitude of not taking the people of the Ming Dynasty in their eyes.

Besides, what bullshit tribute, the things they send are nothing more than some gold and silver utensils, and some things in the sea.

The tributary clans of the people have generally returned before Chinese New Year's Eve, and they have not left until now, maybe they are holding back some kind of ghost idea!

"You say she's your slave, what proof do you have?" Zhu Song's face sank, and he said, "Is it really that Lao Tzu can't hear it?" One of you speaks stiff Fanbang Chinese, but this person speaks fluently with a Yingtian accent. Slave? Hmph, I don't know what to say! ”

"This man has escaped from our station, not our slaves, what?" The richly dressed young man spoke, and his voice was stiff and shrill so that even the cleansed eunuchs had a better voice than his.

"Don't talk nonsense, I'm going to take this person away, do you have any opinions?" Zhu Song is too lazy to talk nonsense with this group of little books.

"Damn untouchables!" The young man scolded angrily: "Even you Ying Tianfu's Mansion Yin have to bow down when you see this seat, what are you?" ”

"Barbarian, you dare to be so arrogant in my Ming realm, are you looking for death?"

Don't look at Zhu Huixuan's shortness, but this little guy's temper is very violent, "If you want to die, let me know, the master's big knife is already hungry and thirsty!" ”

“……”

Hearing Zhu Huixuan's words, everyone present was speechless for a while, this little guy is not very old, why does he talk so funny, who did he learn from? (To be continued.) )