Zhu Yongxing got dressed in twos and threes, put a shotgun on his back, strode downstairs, and beckoned to Yanbao, "Take me to see what kind of Han people they are?" "Now it can be regarded as meeting the Han people, and I can finally get the exact news, and then I will return to normal.

Yan Bao took Zhu Yongxing to the river, where a large number of people had already gathered, all holding weapons in their hands, looking at the river with a serious expression. There were two wooden boats in the river, and there were more than a dozen canoes in the stockade, which were blocked in a fan-shape, and I saw Menghe standing on the canoe from a distance, pointing and talking to the people on the boat.

"Get on the boat, get on the boat, let's go and see." Zhu Yongxing was very anxious, for fear that the two ships of Han people would be driven away and miss this rare opportunity, so he kept urging Yanbao.

When the villagers on the shore saw Zhu Yongxing squeezing forward, they consciously dodged away and made way for a passage. It seems that through yesterday's welcome ceremony, everyone knows him and respects him.

Although Iwabo was young, he was also very good at rowing, and the two got into the canoe and quickly approached the two wooden boats.

Menghe and the other party did not speak very well, and they gestured while talking, as if they couldn't speak together, and their foreheads were sweating with anxiety.

"Hey, this barbarian, I don't know what the Dao Miscellaneous Family is talking about?" A white-faced bearded old man in ancient costume spat for a long time, and with body language, he was a little tired, so he couldn't help waving his robe sleeves, and said helplessly to a man dressed as a military general on the ship.

The military general smiled bitterly and said, "Gonggong Jiang, why don't we continue to move forward, without them to guide the way, we won't get lost along the river, right?" ”

The white-faced bearded old man was a little undecided, his eyes swept over the canoe in front of the boat, and suddenly stared at Zhu Yongxing, who came over in a canoe, and his eyes widened.

Zhu Yongxing rushed to the front, but he was dumbfounded, this is singing, why are you dressed like this? The Han people are Han people, but they are too unexpected.

"Your Royal Highness, you, you are here!" The old guy suddenly made a sharp sound, and knelt on the bow of the boat, his face became, crying when he said he cried, and patted the plank of the boat, "I can be regarded as finding you, Your Royal Highness, if you have three long and two short, the old slave will not live, God bless, the prince is sheltered by the spirit of heaven......"

Who do you say? Who is the son of the world, and His Royal Highness. Zhu Yongxing looked around inexplicably, and finally stopped his gaze on the face of this old man who was crying with snot and tears.

"It's an old slave, Your Highness." Zhao Guowei wiped his face, showing a look of relief and joy, and greeted the people on the boat, "What are you doing in a daze, I didn't see that His Royal Highness the Prince was injured, so don't you invite His Highness on the boat!" ”

"Wait, wait!" Zhu Yongxing's head was chaotic, and he waved his hand vigorously, the sudden change caught him off guard, what are you doing, a group of old antiques came to recognize their relatives, when is this play a leader?

"Your Highness, please come on board first, what is not negotiable, you don't have to-" The general-looking man persuaded him with kind words.

He saw Zhu Yongxing wearing strange clothes and his hair was shaved short, thinking that he had some other ideas, either to become a monk or to escape the world. But in this time of crisis, it is understandable to lose faith in the future.

Zhu Yongxing very much hoped that this was a play, everyone was teasing him, but this seemed impossible, he sat in the canoe, ignored other people's words, his head was confused, and he couldn't think of a clue. Wanli, Yongli, and what Mengzhu said flashed in his memory again.

No, this is not true, Zhu Yongxing shook his head vigorously, and said to the people on the boat: "You have recognized the wrong person, I am not a prince, nor is I a highness." There must be a wound on this face, and there is medicine on it, you don't look carefully. ”

"Your Highness, if you have any ideas, you can say anything." The chief soldier Pan Shirong was dissatisfied with Zhu Yongxing's denial, but his words were still respectful, and he persuaded him: "Now that there are ships, although there are only two, they can also carry His Highness down the river to Ava City, and there is no need to have a land route, and it is always better to be in this wild place." ”

Ava City, that should be the name of Myanmar. Zhu Yongxing, who wants to be an online writer and writes a novel in the Southern Ming Dynasty, has collected and consulted a lot of information, of course, he is no stranger to it. He became more and more suspicious, squinting his eyes and carefully examining the people on the boat, trying to find the traces of the trick. The canoe got closer and closer, and he became more and more disappointed and surprised.

Such a scene doesn't seem too unfamiliar, Zhu Yongxing's head suddenly flashed like lightning, which is similar to the plot in the servant street novel he wrote. That's right, the soul possessed the body of the prince of Minwang who fell into the water, and was rescued by everyone, so he spoke amazingly, domineering and leaky, and everyone worshiped and surrendered, and began a vigorous journey through it.

The canoe landed on the wooden boat, and Zhu Yongxing, who was completely immersed in reminiscence and thinking, was like a puppet, muttering in his mouth, "You recognize the wrong person, I am not a son of the world." But no one paid attention to him, and he was helped into the boat, and he was invited to sit on a chair on the boat. There were quite a few people on the two ships, some kneeling, some saluting, talking in a gossiping voice.

"Your Royal Highness, you are auspicious, and you have to get out of the great disaster, congratulations." General soldier Pan Shirong thought that Zhu Yongxing's mind had changed, and a smile appeared on his face.

Zhu Yongxing raised his head blankly, blinked, came back to his senses, stared at Pan Shirong for a moment, then frowned, and turned to others again, but seemed to be only interested in hair and clothing. After reading them one by one, hope was also lost in Zhu Yongxing's heart, there was not the slightest trace of pretending, and all the hair and outfits were real. Zhu Yongxing didn't know what it was like to be in his heart, his eyes were dull, he really crossed over, and it was still the most difficult time for Nanming.

It's incredible, it's unpredictable, I've read a lot of time-traveling novels, and I've written them by hand, and I used to envy the good luck of those time-travelers, but now it's my turn. Zhu Yongxing smiled bitterly and touched the bag with the gold seal in his waist, and now it seems unnecessary to argue whether he is the prince of Minwang, the important thing is that he came here, it should be a parallel time and space, where should he go?

"His Royal Highness, His Royal Highness—" Eunuch Zhao Guowei called out in a shrill voice.

Once he broke the inherent thinking framework, Zhu Yongxing figured out the key. He is a time traveler, and the unlucky prince of Minwang fell off a cliff and died, by mistake, he even looks very similar to the prince of Minwang. Yes, it was the dead ghost he buried by the river, the unlucky guy Zhu Yongxing.

"Let's sail!" Seeing Zhu Yongxing's stupid appearance, the chief soldier Xiong Shirong waved his hand a little impatiently and ordered the sailors to pull the anchor.