The mist shrouded the forest, adding a bit of mystery like a green veil. On the deep path, the fog coils around and cannot be dispersed.

The backpack behind him became heavier and heavier, and Zhu Jun's legs were filled with lead, and he couldn't take a step.

He patted the compass on his hand angrily, the pointer pointed to the direction of three o'clock without moving, he had been walking in this direction for half a month, and the forest in front of him still did not see the end, it seemed that there must be some specific reason that caused the compass to fail. The communication equipment he was carrying suddenly lost his signal half a month ago, and even the dry food he brought with him fell into the water the day before yesterday.

Zhu Jun looked up at the sky, the branches and leaves of the tall giant trees were luxuriantly obscuring the stars, and only some extremely small gaps revealed a little bit of moonlight, sprinkled on the tip of Zhu Jun's nose, in the thick forest, it was impossible to rely on the stars to discern the direction.

Zhu Jun is a researcher at the Rice Research Institute of the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences, this time he came to the forest in Guangxi mainly to test a new hybrid rice, the trial effect of the new variety is very good, through the efforts of countless rice experts, the new variety of rice per mu production capacity has reached more than 1,000 catties, compared with genetic rice, this may be nothing, now even the yield of ordinary genetic rice can reach 1,200 catties. The main selling point of the new variety is its strong vitality, even if a seed is sown in the barren mountains and mountains at will, without reclamation and fertilization, it can reach a terrifying yield of 800 catties per mu. This may not be much of a blessing for the fertile provinces of East China and Northeast China, but it is a boon for the land-barren southwestern provinces.

After careful observation and boring data collection, Zhu Jun was excited to find that the seeds are more vigorous in the weeds of the forest, and if they are planted in the wasteland, the yield per mu can also be stepped up to a higher level, and the results of the test are better than expected.

After the original excitement, Zhu Jun had to face the predicament in front of him, he had been wandering in the forest for more than half a month, not only lost contact with the Guangxi Academy of Agricultural Sciences, but even the compass had problems, along the way, in order to reduce the burden, he had abandoned most of the equipment on his body, in addition to a steel crossbow made of stainless steel for self-defense, all that remained was a small bottle of new varieties of rice seeds.

It can't go on like this, Zhu Jun lay on a thick tree pole and breathed a sigh of relief, in the night misty forest, the pitch black stretched out his fingers and couldn't see his five fingers, and the chirping of birds and insects added a bit of horror.

"Zhao Baihu, you take your brothers to the east to search, be sure to be careful, do you understand?" In the distance, there was a faint rough shout, and the sound of messy and noisy footsteps was getting closer and closer.

"My lord is relieved, my subordinates know how powerful this is." Someone responded in a deep voice.

"The rest of the brothers lined up as a long snake, searched carefully at a distance of ten meters, and then lit some torches, Grandpa Mu has placed a reward, if anyone finds His Majesty, a reward of five thousand taels of silver, everyone use some heart, and the promotion and fortune are only in front of you."

Zhu Jun cheered up, and if there was a voice in the distance, it was very likely that the local Academy of Agricultural Sciences had asked the public security organs to assist in searching and rescuing him. I don't know where the spirit came from, Zhu Jun shouted towards the source of the voice: "I'm here!" ”

The footsteps in the distance quickened the pace, as if thousands of troops were rushing towards Zhu Jun, and after a moment's effort, the bushes a few meters away shook for a while, and then they were pushed away, and dozens of black shadows rushed out of the bushes.

"Who?" A dark shadow asked loudly, and Yang Jun saw a dozen long sticks in front of him shake and face his body.

"My name is Zhu Jun, and I am from the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences." Yang Jun was frightened, thinking that he had met a robber, and secretly regretted that he should not have recklessly called for help, and at the same time hurriedly groped for his identity certificate on himself.

"Zhu Jun?" More than a dozen black shadows looked at each other, confused. Soon, more and more people gathered around Yang Jun, and a burly black shadow pushed through the crowd, holding a long knife on his waist and shouting at the people behind him: "Why don't you go and get a torch to take care of it?" What to do? ”

The firelight lit up the dense forest with a pop, and the first thing that caught Zhu Jun's eyes was the burly man with a beard on the opposite side, his long hair tied into a bun, a pair of leather armor all over his body, and his huge hand tightly grasped the hilt of the knife at his waist. Behind him, there were countless figures, more than 100 people.

I really bumped into a robber, and if it wasn't for a robber, how could he be holding a weapon and wearing strange clothes. Zhu Jun's hand in the bag to play with the identity certificate suddenly retracted, and showed the robber his ID card, isn't this sending him to death?

"The Emperor...... Emperor? How did you become like this? Who left behind this strange garment? What about Yang Dezhi and the other guards? ”

"The last general Longjiang Right Guard commanded Zhang Youde to see the emperor, long live my emperor!" The burly man was stunned, then suddenly let go of the hand holding the handle of the knife and fell to the ground.

"Long live my emperor!" The rest of the figures hesitated, then bowed down together.

Banzai? What are the 10,000 years old? Zhu Jun felt that the scene in front of him was like a dream, both real and absurd, and before he could react, the burly man kneeling on the ground kowtowed to Yang Jun again: "The last general should die, causing the emperor to be in danger, if there is the slightest mistake, the last general will not be able to make it through even if he is broken." ”

Zhang Youde said in a crepe manner, but he always didn't see Zhu Jun to calm himself down, and he didn't know whether the emperor was happy or angry, so he was uneasy in his heart, and he didn't dare to look up at this down-and-out son of heaven, so he had to say in a sneering voice: "The emperor is frightened, and the last general will escort the emperor back to the camp to rest." ”

A group of people stood up sparsely, protected Zhu Jun, gathered all the torches around Zhu Jun, carefully explored the way for him, and moved towards the edge of the forest.

From beginning to end, Zhu Jun didn't speak, and the other party was so confused that he didn't know where they came from. He is a smart man, he has already made up his mind, first observe secretly, and slowly figure out the cause and effect, otherwise if he misses something that should not be said carelessly, his life will be lost.

After walking for more than an hour, the team searching nearby gradually moved closer to Zhu Jun's team, Yang Jun roughly calculated, this team has nearly a thousand people, and each has its own subordinates, and the top and bottom are distinct, he wants to break his head, and he can't figure out the way of this team.

There were dozens of warriors with long knives cutting weeds in front of them, clearing a path to clear the way for Yang Jun, the leader who called himself Zhang Youde carefully accompanied Zhu Jun, seeing that Zhu Jun didn't say a word, he didn't dare to speak, and the ordinary warriors around him didn't dare to make a sound, only the riding boots on the soles of his feet made a very faint squeak.

Finally, a ray of sunlight spilled in through the trees, Zhu Jun saw the long-lost sunshine, his mood was better, the surrounding trees gradually thinned, I am afraid that after walking a little longer, he can get out of this forest that has tormented him for half a month.

Suddenly there was a uniform sound of horses' hooves ahead, and several knights shuttled out of the tree stream.

The knight at the front wore a purple and gold crown with a bundle of hair on his head, a silk suit, his hands tightly held the reins of the horse, and the front hooves of the war horse under the seat snorted off the ground and stopped abruptly.

"Is Zhang Youde a commander? Ask him to come out and answer. The young knight was born white, but his figure was unusually burly, and his voice was like a bell, and when he saw that no one answered for a long time, he was a little impatient, and he anxiously controlled the manic war horse under the seat.

Zhang Youde cautiously glanced at Zhu Jun, who had a normal face, swallowed and spitted back: "Is it the son of Grandpa Mu's family?" Forgive Zhang for being rude, the emperor is in the army, so don't come to see your majesty soon. ”

The knight was taken aback, hurriedly jumped off his horse, and bowed far away in the direction of Zhu Jun and Zhang Youde.

After bowing three times, Little Master Mu said loudly: "Weichen Mu Jianming is late, please forgive the emperor." ”

Emperor? Wechen? The scene in front of him is both familiar, and it feels stranger than ever before, in TV, such scenes are everywhere, but Zhu Jun is in it, and he feels both uneasy and excited, which may be the excitement that modern people have been pursuing.

Now everyone thinks that Zhu Jun is the emperor, Zhu Jun can only continue to pretend, the young man who calls himself Mu Jianming pleads guilty to himself, Zhu Jun feels that it is time to stand up and say something, otherwise it is really unreasonable.

"From... Flatten. ”

"Long live my emperor!"

Mu Jianming stood up, walked to Zhu Jun's side carefully, glanced at Zhu Jun, but suddenly paused.

Was it discovered? Zhu Jun couldn't help but shudder, pretending to be an emperor in ancient times was a capital crime with a thousand cuts, even if Zhang Youde recognized the wrong person, he didn't mean to impersonate it, he couldn't get rid of it, Zhu Jun began to secretly regret why he didn't deny to Zhang Youde what emperor he was just now, even if he looked like the emperor, those close courtiers could also see the flaws, wouldn't this be self-defeating?

In fact, Zhu Jun didn't mean to pretend to be any emperor, but the facts that happened in front of him were incredible, he didn't turn a corner for a while, and he was only led by the nose to leave, at that time he just wanted to leave the forest as soon as possible, where would he take care of so much.

"The emperor is frightened, these are all our sins as courtiers, please ask the emperor to surrender to the ministers." Mu Jianming's eyes narrowed slightly, a few tears burst out, and he was prostrate at Zhu Jun's feet and cried.

Zhu Jun breathed a sigh of relief, it seemed that he was safe for the time being.

However, which emperor of the Ming Dynasty is he? Zhu Jun began to think about another question again.

The mighty procession carried Zhu Jun out of the forest, and a chic carriage stopped on the rugged path.

Zhu Jun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows, this carriage is extremely exquisite, the snow-white horse is set in front of the car, and behind the car is a wide Ming Huang Luo embroidered tent, and the gloomy car beam is finely carved. Here's the problem, although this frame is exquisite, it is far from the royal atmosphere that Zhu Jun has learned.

In ancient times, the emperor rode in two carriages drawn by six horses, the famous 'Son of Heaven drove six'. The Son of Heaven drove six, and the rest of the auxiliary cars all drove four. The case "book" is called the six horses of the Rotten Suo. Yili's "Wang Du Ji" said: "The Son of Heaven drives six, the princes drive five, the Qing drives four, the doctor is three, the scholar is two, and the Shuren is one." ”

The most important thing for the ancients is etiquette, the dignified son of heaven, if nothing else, these rules must not be broken, Zhu Jun began to worry about whether there was anything wrong with the emperor he was impersonating, as expected, maybe he was in the stage of falling into trouble.

It is also strange to say that although Zhu Jun is mistaken for the emperor, he is willing to make mistakes, and his ordinary identity as a researcher and his distant hometown are forgotten for a while, just like a real dream, although absurd, and countless dangers are inserted from time to time, but he is always unwilling to be disturbed.

Zhu Jun sat in the carriage with the support of the commander of the Jinyi Guard, the carriage was covered with warm yellow cushions, the decoration was chic, and with the rotation of the wheel, it did not seem bumpy on this rugged mountain and stone road.

Zhu Jun half lay in the carriage and thought for a long time, basically thinking that he had crossed over, the era was the Ming Dynasty, and the characters were the emperors of the Ming Dynasty, but the Ming Dynasty was a full two hundred years, of which there were more than 20 emperors, including Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, Zhu Gaochi and Zhu Youji, and Zhu Qizhen and Zhu Youxiao.

However, which emperor is Zhu Jun? Of course Zhu Jun didn't dare to ask people about this kind of thing, didn't he confess that there was a problem with his identity?

Moreover, there is another question related to Zhu Jun's life and death, that is, where did the original emperor go?

Zhu Jun took a deep breath, opened the golden curtain on the side of the carriage, and looked at the deep mountains in the distance.

The fog had not yet lifted, the sky was gradually brightening, and after the baptism of dawn, the fiery sun penetrated the clouds and mist, bringing a hint of warmth, and the carriage gently bumped on the gravel road, lined with mountains, dotted with verdant trees of all kinds. Zhu Jun suddenly remembered something, and suddenly stuck his head out of the car window, burying his head in the soil under the wheel.

The soil in the north is dark because of the low temperature and weak decomposition. The soil in the south is mostly reddish. However, the soil that Zhu Jun sees now is purple with gravel, which can only be found in the southwest.

What's going on? Zhu Jun was stunned, and he was almost certain that this was not Beijing, but the southwest of China.

As a researcher at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, Zhu Jun is not only well-versed in geology, but also knows a thing or two about simple history.

The crux of the matter is that no emperor of the Ming Dynasty has inspected the southwest region at all, and the only one who has stayed in the southwest for a period of time is Zhu Youlang, the late emperor of the Southern Ming Dynasty who fled to Guangxi after the Qing army entered the customs, and finally fled to Burma.

Zhu Youlang's fate can be described as a household name, in the Southern Ming Dynasty was broken by the Qing army after fleeing to Burma, the Burmese king resisted the pressure of the Qing army and was unwilling to hand over, after that, the Burmese king's own brother at the instigation of the Qing army staged a coup d'état, killed the royal brother, and handed over the Yongli Emperor to Wu Sangui, and finally was strangled to death with a bowstring in Yunnan.

Thinking of this, Zhu Jun couldn't help but break out in a cold sweat, like Zhu Youlang, the king of the dead country, he actually went to impersonate him in a daze. It's a pity that it's difficult to ride a tiger now, if you argue with the soldiers outside that you are not Zhu Youlang, I'm afraid you will die faster, what can I do?