Daming prepares the emperor

"Who is Zhu Biao?" Liu Futong asked.

"He is Zhu Yuanzhang's son." Han Lin'er explained, "He is his eldest son. Zhu Yuanzhang proclaimed himself Queen of Wu. He is the established son."

Liu Futong smiled with half pity and half sarcasm: "Why would he save you?"

Han Liner said: "Because, because our relationship is not bad..."

"Does Your Majesty regard him as a friend?"

"Ah."

"Then does he regard His Majesty as a friend?" Liu Futong didn't believe that there would be any Zhu Biao coming to rescue Han Lin'er, but in order to keep this small dark place from being terribly silent and full of despair, he spoke slowly. Slowly questioned.

"You are the son of King Wu. He is surrounded by countless civil servants and military generals. He wants money, money, and power. Don't you have any other friends? I'm afraid your majesty is just someone he casually bets on to pass the time."

"No!" Han Liner said excitedly, "Those people want to take advantage of his identity, and I get along with him sincerely."

Liu Futong sighed: "Your Majesty, I just want to ask you one question."

"Tell me." Han Lin'er wished that he would ask quickly so that he could gain confidence in his rebuttal.

"Are you more important than his father?"

Han Lin'er couldn't answer, she felt cold all over, and gradually lowered her head.

"Your Majesty... the only person in this world who can be trusted has always been yourself." Liu Fu said, "Where there are people, there will be betrayal, and everything will change with time. You think you have a good relationship with someone, but sooner or later there will be When someone more suitable than you appears, at that time, what is the so-called vow of eternal love?"

"Zhu Biao is a gentleman, he is not as full of power as you said."

"There is no gentleman in the Tian family." Liu Fu said, "If he is a gentleman, he will not be a prince, and if he is a prince, he will no longer be a gentleman."

When he said these words, he didn't want to attack Han Lin'er in idleness. Liu Futong just didn't want Han Lin'er to have unfounded hopes for his enemy's son before he died. That would be too desperate and ironic, and he would be ashamed To Han Shantong who passed away.

Although Han Liner didn't want to agree with Liu Futong's point of view, he couldn't find any evidence to refute it. His ambivalence came from his survival instinct, and he still missed Zhu Biao deep in his heart. With various attitudes intertwined, he finally chose to escape into the depths of the cabin to hide .

For the next few days, little eunuchs passed food and water in from the door every day. Liu Futong ate and drank them without any abuse or dissatisfaction. He also forced Han Liner who had no appetite to do the same. Then he felt that it would not be a bad thing to live a little longer.

The fleet traveled up the river day and night.Within a day or two after leaving Chuzhou, Xiao Ming Wang could not die, let alone the time when he was close to Yingtian, the section of the river with fast currents and frequent accidents was the most suitable for some "accidental" disasters to occur. Even if someone is suspicious, they can't say anything more.

Liao Yongzhong was very patient. His task was not difficult, so he wasn't nervous. The other soldiers and eunuchs didn't feel panic because they didn't know anything. Except for Han Liner, everyone ate and slept well.

And Zhu Biao, who set off from Fengyang, finally caught up with the fleet late at night.

The moonlight shines on the river, a boat is moored in the middle, it seems to be deliberately isolated, the vegetation on both sides of the bank is completely withered, hanging down and swaying with the cold wind, the rubbing is like a hidden evil spirit whispering, the night It was dim, the sky full of stars was covered by clouds, and the dry and cold smell mixed with desolation rushed towards Zhu Biao.

He didn't feel cold, but he subconsciously raised his cloak and looked up at the ship.

There was only a lantern left on the bow of the ship, and the scattered lights were reflected in Zhu Biao's eyes. Before he knew it, he was slightly controlled by instinct, and he forgot to restrain himself. His pupils gradually emitted a slight golden glow, so even his expression was blurred unclear.

The sound of wind and waves is amplified in the cold winter, and it is difficult to preserve the future and life in the vast dark night.

The boat started to take in water.

At this time, Han Liner did not realize that he and Liu Futong were the only ones left on the boat, nor did he realize that they were standing alone in the middle of the river. He did not wake up until the sound of gurgling water came, and pushed Liu Futong who was sleeping next to him. .

"Uncle! Wake up, wake up!"

Liu Futong woke up suddenly: "What's wrong?"

"There is the sound of water, where is the sound of water coming from? Is someone digging a boat?"

When he said this, Liu Futong was not in a hurry: "As expected, the ending he chose for us was drowning."

"Where is the hole?" Han Lin'er put on his underwear, went to the ground barefoot, lit a torch and lay down on the ground to check, "Where did they open the hole?"

Such a move is undoubtedly futile, Han Lin'er can't find anything in the cabin, so he rushed to the door again, hammering the latch frantically: "Is there anyone outside? Come on, let me out! Open the door! Here you go!" open the door!"

The speed of the water was faster than him, and the ground was already wet, with a height of one inch. The river was icy cold and had a fishy smell. Han Liner's hands were cut and blood flowed out. The blood fell drop by drop, and was quickly swallowed up by the surge. , can't stir up any splashes.

"Let me out, I'm the emperor, you can't do this, you can't kill me." Han Lin'er raised his foot and kicked the door, and the iron chain as thick as an arm trembled a few times outside the door, without wavering.

"I can give you whatever you want, gold, silver or status?" Han Liner suddenly began to promise something she didn't have, "Prime Minister, General, what do you want to do! I have millions of red scarf soldiers Order, they will all come to rescue me!"

He waved his arms, running and wandering by the door, the wall and the table, looking crazy, shouting, shouting, wishing to bump his head out of a way out.

Liu Futong watched all this quietly, and waited until Han Liner had no more strength to struggle and sat in the water, then got off the bed and went to his side.

At this time, the water was knee-deep, enough to submerge some small animals. Although Liu Futong was old, he used to be a general on the march, so he easily carried Han Liner on his back and took him to the highest table.

After a loud creaking noise and a few bangs, the boat began to tilt, and everything in the room was overturned, thrown from one side to the other. They were obviously objects, but they seemed to be overwhelming, and the table followed Sliding, the two were on the verge of falling, Han Liner yelled and hid in Liu Futong's arms.

Liu Futong protected Han Lin'er's head with his hands, sat in a different direction, stretched out his legs to push against the wall, and slowly stabilized the table.

"Don't be afraid, Your Majesty, don't be afraid." Liu Futong said gently.

"I can't do it, I can't do it..." Han Lin'er choked up, "Why did the father rebel, why did he revolt? Can't we live together in the village forever? He died, and so did mother. What is it?"

Liu Futong touched his side face and wiped away his tears with his sleeve.

"I don't want to be an emperor, I don't want to wear a dragon robe, whoever they like to kneel down, why must it be me? I can sit on the Zen seat, tell the world, and even issue an edict to sin against myself! Why doesn't King Wu want to listen to me? What did you say? Why did he have to kill me!"

"Close your eyes, don't be afraid, Your Majesty, treat this place as a dream, sleep, and everything will be fine when you wake up."

Han Liner, who had been crying for a long time, was really tired. Under the threat of life and death and great fear, he actually closed his eyes, leaned against Liu Futong's chest and fell silent.

The water was still rising, covering their legs, their bellies, and finally their necks.

Han Liner has been trembling, forcing himself to be as calm as Liu Futong, but he is still young after all, has never been on the battlefield, has never been in power, and is even closer to the definition of a child than Zhu Biao, and his whole body is soaked in cold water. The feeling of death was about to drive him crazy, no matter how much Liu Futong tried to comfort him, it was useless.

"Zhu Biao!" he yelled.

Zhu Biao on the shore couldn't help but took a step forward.

The cold wind blew his forehead hair and brushed it on the collar of the fox fur.

"Zhu Biao!" Han Liner said, "I misjudged you. You are a villain, you are just like your father. I misjudged you. If I had known it earlier, why did you make friends with me..."

The table drifted to nowhere, and seeing the water rising to Han Liner's nose, Zhu Biao was even more shaken. All he could see was the boat and the water, and his fingers were shaking violently.

He felt his shaking almost impatiently. If Han Liner begged again, he might forget the vow he made secretly in front of Zhu Jingjing, his mother's earnest teaching, and Zhu Yuanzhang's great cause, and take Han Liner to hide in the Go to a place where no one, ghosts and demons can find it.

"If I can do it all over again... I will definitely kill Zhu Yuanzhang." Han Lin'er's lips were pale, and he spit out the syllables weakly, "I want their family to be destroyed, and I want Zhu Biao to taste what it's like to be an empty son."

Zhu Biao was stunned.

In the short few seconds he was stunned, the river water completely poured into Han Liner's mouth, and the boat fell into the abyss like a huge but lingering relic in the darkness.

The river fell silent.

I don't know how long it took before Liao Yongzhong appeared in Zhu Biao's field of vision alone, holding a lantern and paddling a small boat. He took the magic weapon and paper money produced by the demon town master and threw them on the river, cutting off Han Lin'er's ability to transform into a ghost. Maybe, the cold wind blows, and the sky is full of whiteness, falling on the ice, the river bank and the empty treetops.

It turns out that this is not paper money.

Snowing.

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"Master, we have arrived at the palace, you can get out of the car." Wei Zhongde said with a smile, "I will boil the bath water for you."

Zhu Biao opened his eyes, stepped on the stool that Wei Zhongde had set aside, and got off the carriage.

The palace in front of him was completely different from the one he remembered when he left. Snowflakes were falling on the eaves. The Chinese New Year was approaching, and red lanterns hung in the corridors. Looking in through the open gate, eunuchs and maids were walking around. Busy and busy, full of the taste of peace and happiness in the world, the expressions on those faces are all happy and happy.

Zhu Biao untied his cloak, handed it to a servant who was standing there, and walked straight to Ma Xiuying's yard. He thought that the husband and wife should be there at this time.

As expected, the table in the house was covered with food and three sets of bowls and chopsticks. Zhu Yuanzhang and Ma Xiuying were sitting in front of the table. Obviously waiting for him alone.

Zhu Yuanzhang watched Zhu Biao approaching, and looked at him intently, with imperceptible tension hidden in his eyes, as if he was waiting for him to speak the first sentence.

Zhu Biao entered the house.

He lifted up the hem of his clothes and knelt down: "The son has met his father and mother. The son came back from worshiping the ancestors. Everything is going well. The ancestral graves are safe and the village is harmonious. Let's listen to the enlightenment."

"Okay, okay." Zhu Yuanzhang hurriedly pulled Zhu Biao up, "Just come back, what's your name, father, daddy."

"Father." Zhu Biao smiled, and took out a heavy persimmon from his sleeve, "Do you want to eat it? It's the one from before."

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