Chapter 9: The Crown Prince? (Seeking recommendations and collections, Monday's ranking surge)

  Zhu Yongxing quickly put on his clothes, slung the rifle over his shoulder, and strode downstairs, calling out to Yan Bao, "Quickly take me to see what kind of Han person it is!" Now they could finally meet a Han person and get accurate information, then everything would return to normal.

  Yan Bao brought Zhu Yongxing to the riverbank, where a large crowd had already gathered, all holding weapons and gazing solemnly at the river. There were two wooden boats in the river, and more than a dozen canoes from the village, arranged in a fan shape to block the way. In the distance, Yan Bao saw Meng He standing on a canoe, gesturing and talking to someone on the boat.

  "Get on the boat, get on the boat, let's take a look." Zhu Yongxing was very anxious, fearing that the Han people from both ships would be driven away and miss this rare opportunity, constantly urging Yan Bao.

  The villagers on the shore saw Zhu Yongxing squeeze forward and consciously made way for him, leaving a passage. It seems that through yesterday's welcoming ceremony, everyone knew him and respected him very much.

  Yan Bao was young, but his boating skills were high. The two of them got on a kayak and quickly approached the two wooden boats.

  The river was furious and his language wasn't very clear to the other side, he spoke while gesturing, it seemed like they still couldn't see eye-to-eye, their foreheads were sweating profusely.

  "Hey, this barbarian, doesn't even know what the miscellaneous family is saying?" An old man in ancient costume with a white face and no mustache spent half a day spitting saliva, plus body language, was somewhat tired, and couldn't help but wave his sleeves, helplessly said to a martially dressed person on the boat.

  The general smiled wryly and said, "Director Jiang, why don't we just keep moving forward? Without their guidance, following the river shouldn't get us lost, right?"

  The old man with a white face and no mustache was hesitant, his eyes scanning the small boat in front of the ship, suddenly staring intently at Zhu Yongxing who was rowing towards him, his eyes wide open.

  Zhu Yongxing rushed forward, but was dumbfounded. This is an opera performance, how can they all be dressed like this? The Han people are indeed Han people, but it's also too unexpected.

  "Your Highness, you're here!" The old man suddenly let out a shrill cry and kowtowed at the bow of the boat, his face contorting as he sobbed uncontrollably and slapped the deck, "I've finally found you, Your Highness! If anything were to happen to you, I wouldn't be able to live on, Heaven preserve us, the king's spirit in heaven protect us..."

  Who are you talking about? Who is the crown prince, and who is the palace master? Zhu Yongxing looked around in confusion, finally fixing his gaze on an old man with a nose full of snot and tears streaming down his face.

  "It's Old Slave, Young Master. Zhao Guo Wei wiped his face, revealing a relieved and joyful expression, calling out to the people on the boat, "What are you all stunned for? Can't you see that Young Master has been injured? Hurry up and invite him onto the boat!"

  "Wait, wait!" Zhu Yongxing's head was in a mess, he waved his hand vigorously, the sudden change caught him off guard. What the heck, a group of old antiques came to recognize their relatives, when did this play become a mess?

  "Your Highness, please board the ship first. Whatever it is, we can discuss it later. You don't have to..." The military officer-like person advised kindly.

  He saw Zhu Yongxing wearing a strange outfit, with his hair cut very short, and thought he had some other idea, either to become a monk or to escape the world. But at this critical moment, losing confidence in the future, having such an idea is also not unreasonable.

  Zhu Yongxing wished this was a play, and everyone was just teasing him, but it seemed impossible. He sat in the small boat, ignoring others' words, his head muddled, unable to think clearly. Wanli, Yongli, Mengzhu's words flashed through his memory again.

  "No, this isn't true," Zhu Yongxing shook his head vigorously and said to the people on the boat, "You've mistaken me for someone else. I'm not some young master or prince. It's just that my face is injured and has medicine on it, you didn't look carefully."

  "Your Highness, if you have any ideas, please speak up." General Pan Shi-rong denied the dissatisfaction in his heart with a straight face, but still spoke respectfully and advised: "Now that we have boats, although only two, they can carry Your Highness downstream to Ava City, no need to take the land route again, which is better than being stranded in this desolate place."

  Ava City, that should be a place name in Myanmar. Want to be a network writer, write a book about Zhu Yongxing of the Southern Ming Dynasty, collect and read a lot of materials, of course, not unfamiliar with this. He became more suspicious, narrowed his eyes and carefully examined the people on the boat, wanting to find out the clues of the play. The wooden boat was getting closer and closer to the wooden ship, he was more and more disappointed, and also more and more surprised in his heart.

  This scene seems all too familiar, Zhu Yongxing's mind suddenly flashed with inspiration, and it was surprisingly similar to the plot of his own novel. Indeed, after his soul possessed the body of Min Wang Shizi who had fallen into the water, he was rescued by the crowd, and then spoke astonishing words, exuding an aura of dominance, causing everyone to bow down in admiration, thus beginning a thrilling journey through time and space.

  The wooden boat docked alongside the larger vessel, and Zhu Yongxing, completely absorbed in his thoughts, muttered to himself like a puppet, "You've got the wrong person, I'm not some young master." But no one paid him any attention. Someone helped him aboard and invited him to sit on a chair on the ship. On both boats, more people appeared, some kneeling, others paying their respects, chattering away in all directions.

  "Your Highness, you have a lucky face and have escaped great danger. Congratulations are in order." General Pan Shi Rong thought that Zhu Yong Xing's mood had turned around, and a smile floated onto his face.

  Zhu Yongxing looked up blankly, blinked his eyes, regained some consciousness, stared at Pan Shirong for a moment, then furrowed his brow and turned to others, but seemed only interested in their hair and clothing. After looking around, hope was also lost in Zhu Yongxing's heart, without any trace of disguise or deception, everyone's hair and clothing were real. Zhu Yongxing didn't know what kind of feeling he had in his heart, his eyes were dull, did he really travel through time, or was it the most difficult and miserable period of the Southern Ming dynasty?

  It's unbelievable, unpredictable! I've even taken action and written it down. I used to envy the good fortune of those who traveled through time and space, but now it's my turn. Zhu Yongxing smiled wryly and touched the bag containing the golden seal at his waist. It seems that arguing about whether he is the son of King Min is no longer necessary. The key is that he has come to this parallel universe, what should he do next?

  "Your Highness, Crown Prince! Your Highness, Crown Prince!" Eunuch Zhao Guo Wei called out in a shrill voice.

  Once he broke through the inherent thinking framework, Zhu Yongxing grasped the key. He was a time-space traveler, while the unfortunate Prince Min's son died in a horse accident, and by coincidence, he looked very similar to Prince Min's son. That's right, that dead ghost buried on the riverbank, the unlucky egg Zhu Yongxing.

  "Set sail!" General Xiong Shirong, seeing Zhu Yongxing's dazed expression, somewhat impatiently waved his hand and ordered the sailors to lift the anchor.