On the Fuyuan, Luo Yishui looked at Baoquan Port, which was gradually showing its outline in the distance. For a moment, he felt mixed emotions. He grabbed the ship's side with both hands, and his vision was a little blurred.

More than ten years ago, he sailed west from here on two boats, and more than ten years later, he came back.

The two seem to be very different, but they have many similarities. Every time, he had no choice but to do so. Back then, the Yue Kingdom collapsed, but the Taiping Army under Qin Feng had already become a sweeping force. Luo Yishui was arrogant and unwilling to be under Qin Feng's subordinates. However, the general situation was so he had no choice but to set sail and intend to create another career.

For more than ten years, he did succeed, but the shadow of the Ming Dynasty established by Qin Feng has always been shrouded on his head and never dissipated. Now he is forced to return to his hometown.

When he left that day, nearly two thousand brave soldiers including Chen Ci were still accompanying him. Now that he has returned, he is alone. In addition to his family, there are only dozens of guards and some servants and maids.

The soldiers who worked with him back then have already taken root in Manila and have grown up and are unwilling to leave there again. Chen Ci has now replaced him and become the prime minister of Manila.

Luo Yishui did not doubt Chen Ci. The reason why Qin Feng of the Ming Dynasty dared to reuse Chen Ci was nothing more than that because Chen Ci's two sons were high-ranking officials of the Ming Dynasty. Chen Ci was in power and could also allow Luo Yishui to leave with confidence. At least Chen Ci would ensure that the interests of his eldest son who remained in Manila were not violated.

As for what the future is, Luo Yishui doesn't know. Leaving his eldest son in Manila is just a glimmer of hope for the future. The so-called Western Manila company established by the Ming people is to put it bluntly, a sharp blade built by all island countries in that area. Under the threat of warships and artillery, Luo Yishui has no confidence in how long Manila's independence can last.

Although Pattaya is inferior to Manila in terms of strength, it is not much worse. Under the attack of the Ming army, it collapsed in an instant. Just imagine how long can Manila last if such a force is imposed on Manila?

After working hard for more than ten years, I woke up and found that I had returned to the starting point.

The sea waiting! He couldn't help laughing. He had been working hard for more than ten years, but it turned out that he was still just opening up territory for Qin Feng?

"Mr. Hou, it's coming soon." Zhou Yangfan's excited voice came from beside him. After years of separation, he returned to the local area again. Zhou Yangfan was really feeling a little uncontrollable.

"Yes, it's coming!" Luo Yishui murmured. When he left here, Qin Feng came to see him off in person. He was sincere and could not leave him. Whether it was true or false, even if he was alone at that time, he could still be on an equal footing with him, whether mentally or in reality. Now that he has returned, he is afraid he will go to the Golden Palace of Yuejing City to bow to him three times and nine times.

No matter how much unwilling or how reluctant he felt in his heart, the form was better than that of others. He lowered his head a little sadly.

"Dad, is this the Ming Dynasty?" A crisp childish voice came from the side of his body. He turned his head and saw his favorite daughter holding the corner of his clothes, and asked timidly.

He leaned over and picked up his daughter. Luo Yishui nodded and said, "Yes, this is the Ming Dynasty that Dad often tells you. This is also Dad's hometown."

"Dad, is this your past home?"

"That can't be considered as that." Luo Yishui smiled and said, "The Ming Dynasty is very big, much bigger than Manila. From here, I go to my father's previous home and at least it will take a long time to go!"

"Mr. Hou, it actually won't take long. When I was in Manila, when I was chatting with Mr. Ning, Mr. Ning said that our Ming train had already used a steam engine, and it would take a day and a night to arrive from Baoquan to Yuejing City." Zhou Yangfan said with a smile.

Is it a day and a night? Luo Yishui suddenly felt a little panicked. The so-called "nearby feeling" may be the reason.

Becoming closer and closer to Baoquan Port. On the Fuwu battleship, dozens of soldiers set up long horns and blew them hard. At the same time, dozens of big drums on the battleship also beat hard.

Behind Fuyuan, two other Manila warships followed suit and slowly sailed towards Baoquan Port. The two ships were loaded with some of Luo Yishui's entourages and belongings.

As soon as the sound of the drum on the Fuyuan hut sounded, there was a response immediately above the Baoquan Port Wharf. Compared to the Fuyuan hut, the formation there was much larger. Although it still looked a little blurred on the warship, I was afraid that there would be hundreds of horns and more drums beating. Zhou Yangfan was a little surprised and raised the telescope in his hand and looked at the port in the distance.

Just a glance, Zhou Yangfan burst into tears and exclaimed: "The emperor's courtesy, Your Majesty is in Baoquan Port. Master Hou, Your Majesty is here to welcome you in person."

The emperor's ceremonial tribute arrived at Baoquan Port, so it was naturally impossible for him to welcome a small general like Zhou Yangfan. Even if he was good at making achievements, Zhou Yangfan still had this self-knowledge.

"You mean, Qin Feng, no, Your Majesty the Emperor is in Baoquan Port now?" Luo Yishui was also a little disbelief.

"Of course." Zhou Yangfan handed the telescope in his hand to Luo Yishui, "This is a ritual guard of the emperor. Unless the emperor comes in person, who dares to use it indiscriminately?"

Luo Yishui raised his telescope and looked at Baoquan Port.

Fuyuan is getting closer and closer to Baoquan Port, and the scene in the telescope is becoming clearer and clearer. As the telescope slowly moves, Luo Yishui really sees the emperor's ritual and slowly moves down. He suddenly sees a man under the huge umbrella, holding a telescope looking at them.

The other party suddenly put down the telescope, and a familiar face appeared clearly in front of Luo Yishui. Although more than ten years have passed, the face has not changed much, but has just become more mature from ambiguous. Who else can it be if it weren't Qin Feng?

In the telescope, Qin Feng stood up, waved his arms hard towards the sea, smiling.

Obviously, the other party saw him.

Luo Yishui smiled bitterly and lowered his arms. The other party was in his prime, but he was already old now. He raised his hand and gently touched the white hair on his temples and sighed a long time.

At this moment, the anger, hatred, and unwillingness in my heart suddenly disappeared from the moment I saw Qin Feng. I was old and being able to return to my roots is a good destination. Whether it is successful or not, let's go with the flow!

The largest berth in Baoquan Port has been cleared at this moment, and around, warships have completely surrounded the surroundings, isolating the rest of the merchant ships and other ships. A small boat sailed to the front of the Fuyuan, turned a corner, and guided the Fuyuan slowly into the port berth in front.

Luo Yishui stood on the deck, watching Qin Feng stand up from the resting place and walk quickly. What surprised him was that on one side, Queen Min Ruoxi was also on the side.

The emperor and the empress actually came to welcome him together. This face was indeed greater than that.

Before the ship could stop, Luo Yishui jumped down from the deck and landed steadily on the dock. People respected me one foot, and I respected others one foot. Even if their foundation was almost annexed by the Ming Dynasty, it was a national dispute, not a private hatred. If you lose, you lose, and there was nothing to say. Now Qin Feng and his wife came to welcome their return together. Regardless of the other, this respect alone had left Luo Yishui with nothing to say.

Of course he has to respond as he deserves.

"I, open the sea to wait for Luo Yishui, pay homage to Your Majesty, long live your Majesty. I pay homage to Your Majesty, thousand years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long years of long

"Brother Luo, please get up quickly. Why are you and my brothers so polite?" Qin Feng laughed and stepped forward, grabbed Luo Yishui's arms, and helped him up. Min Ruoxi on the side was also smiling like a flower. Luo Yishui's claim to openly call himself a minister, which was equivalent to publicly expressing his surrender to Qin Feng. The small worries that had earlier were now gone and disintegrated.

The two of them looked at each other, and after a while, Qin Feng sighed: "Brother Luo, you have gorgeous hair on your temples, you should be less than fifty!"

"It's eighteen years old." Luo Yishui sighed: "I am old, but Your Majesty is in his prime."

"Where is Brother Luo saying this?" Qin Feng smiled and said, "Manila is a barbaric land after all. It is not as pleasant as my Ming Dynasty. Brother Luo returns, it won't take long to keep his youthfulness. Xiao Lijun is now in his seventies and is still steadily walking like flying. He doesn't feel comfortable without eating meat in a meal! Brother Luo is 48 years old, which is a great time."

Luo Yishui smiled and was about to reply, but a soft and weak voice came from one side, which immediately made him feel like he was struck by lightning.

"Xiaoshui!"

He suddenly turned his head, and a woman was looking at him with a smile.

In this world, this woman calls him Xiaoshui.

After taking two steps sideways, Luo Yishui's eyes suddenly blurred when he looked at the woman who had been dreaming about for many years.

He stretched out his hands and whispered: "Sister!"

A sister called out, Wang Yueyao smiled like a flower, and Qin Feng and his wife were deeply moved, but it made the people around them stunned. You should know that Luo Yishui had a long time ago, and Wang Yueyao had a great doctor husband, and the maintenance products that were in short supply in the world were basically researched by Shu Chang to please Wang Yueyao. Although Wang Yueyao was over thirty years old, she still looked like a double-ten year old. The two were like two generations, while Luo Yishui actually called Wang Yueyao his sister.

Looking at Luo Yishui's hands stretched out, Wang Yueyao was about to go up and hold it, but a person was snatched out from beside her and grabbed Luo Yishui's big hand, "Brother Luo, we're meeting again, do you still remember Shu Chang?"
Chapter completed!