The mist lingers around the forest, adding a little mystery like a green gauze. On the deep path, the mist coils and cannot be dispersed.

The backpack behind him became heavier and heavier, and Zhu Jun's legs were filled with lead and could not take any steps.

He angrily clapped the compass on his hand, and the pointer pointed in the direction of three points. He had been walking in this direction for a whole half month, and the forest in front of him still had no end. It seemed that it must be because of some specific reason that the compass failed. The communication equipment he carried on him suddenly disappeared half a month ago, and even the dry food he brought fell into the water the day before yesterday. If this continues, it will probably be supported for a few days.

Zhu Jun looked up at the sky. The tall giant trees lushly covered the stars. Only some extremely small gaps revealed the moonlight and fell on Zhu Jun's nose. In the thick forest, it was impossible to rely on the stars to distinguish the direction.

Zhu Jun is a researcher at the Rice Research Institute of the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences. This time, he came to Guangxi to test a new hybrid rice. The trial seeding effect of the new variety is very good. After decades of efforts by countless rice experts, the new variety of rice not only has a per mu yield of more than 3,000 kilograms, but also has extremely strong vitality. Even if a seed is sown in the wilderness, it does not require cultivation or fertilization, and each mu can reach a terrifying yield of 2,000 kilograms per mu. It is many times better than the current hybrid rice technology with a per mu yield of 600 kilograms.

It is to record the data on whether new varieties of rice can grow naturally in the big forest. After careful observation and boring data collection, Zhu Jun was excited to find that seeds are more vital in the weeds in the forest. If they are planted in the wasteland, the yield per mu can be taken to a higher level, and the results of the experiment are even 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 did he lose 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 his equipment. Except for a steel crossbow made of fine steel to protect himself, all he had left was a small bottle of new varieties of rice seeds.

This would not work. Zhu Jun lies on a thick tree stud and breathes a sigh of relief. In the misty forest, he is so dark that he can't see his five fingers. The sounds of birds and insects that come one after another add a bit of terrifying atmosphere.

"Zhao Baihu, take your brothers eastward to search, be careful, do you understand?" A scattered shout came out in the distance, and the chaotic and noisy footsteps were getting closer and closer.

"Sir, please rest assured. I know the power of this." Someone responded in a deep voice.

"The rest of the brothers lined up to grow snakes, searched carefully at ten meters apart, and then lit some torches. Mr. Mu had already given a reward. If anyone finds His Majesty, he will reward 5,000 taels of silver. Everyone should use their hearts to get promoted and make money only before their eyes."

Zhu Jun cheered up, and the sound in the distance was faint. It was very likely that the local Academy of Agricultural Sciences asked the public security organs to assist in searching and rescue him. I don’t know where the spirit came from, Zhu Jun shouted to the source of the voice: “I am here!”

The sound of footsteps in the distance accelerated the rhythm, as if thousands of troops were running towards Zhu Jun. In a moment, the bushes a few meters away were shaken by a slalom, and then they were pushed apart, and dozens of black shadows rushed out of the bushes.

"Who?" A black shadow shouted loudly. Yang Jun saw more than a dozen long sticks in front of him trembled, facing his body.

"My name is Zhu Jun, I am from the Chinese Academy of Agricultural Sciences." Yang Jun was so scared that he thought that he had met a robber. He secretly regretted not being recklessly called for help and hurriedly groped in himself for his identity certificate.

"Zhu Jun?" More than a dozen black shadows looked at each other, unable to touch their minds. Soon, more and more people gathered around Yang Jun. A burly black shadow pushed aside the crowd, pressed a long sword on his waist and stood up and shouted at the people behind him: "Why don't you go and take care of the torch? What are you doing when you are stunned?"

The firelight shone brightly on the dense forest. The first thing that caught Zhu Jun's eyes was the burly and bearded man opposite him, with long hair tied into a bun, leather armor all over his body, and his giant hands tightly held the hilt of the knife around his waist. Behind him, countless people were silhouetted, with more than a hundred people.

I really encountered a robber. If it weren't for a robber, how could he have a weapon and wearing strange clothes? Zhu Jun's hand that was pulling out his identity certificate in his bag suddenly shrank out and showed the robber his ID card. What is this not to die?

"I will meet the emperor by Zhang Youde, the commander of the Right Guard of Longjiang. Long live my emperor!" After being stunned, the burly and strong man suddenly let go of his hand holding the hilt and fell to the ground.

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

Long live? Where is this? Zhu Jun felt that the scene in front of him was like a dream, both real and absurd and unruly. Before he could react, the burly man kneeling on the ground kowtowed to Yang Jun again: "My general deserves to die, causing the emperor to be in danger. If there is a slight mistake, Mo general will not be able to overcome it even if he is broken."

Zhang Youdewen said something in a sensible way, but he never saw Zhu Jun calm down. He didn't know whether the emperor was happy or angry. He felt uneasy and did not dare to look up at the down-and-out emperor. He had to say embarrassedly: "The emperor is frightened, and I will return 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 advanced towards the edge of the forest.

From beginning to end, Zhu Jun did not speak. The other party was so energetic that he didn't know where they came from. He was a smart man and had made up his mind to observe secretly and slowly figured out the cause and effect before talking. Otherwise, if he accidentally said something he shouldn't say, his life would 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 that the team had nearly 1,000 people, and each had its own subordinates. He knew that he could not find out where the team came from even if he wanted to break his head.

There were dozens of warriors with long swords cutting weeds and clearing out a path to open the way for Yang Jun. The leader who claimed to be Zhang Youde was carefully accompanied by Zhu Jun. Seeing that Zhu Jun did not speak, he also put his head on his head and dared not speak. The ordinary warriors around him did not dare to make a sound. They could only use the horse boots put on the soles of their feet to make extremely faint squeaks.

Finally, a ray of sunshine shone in with the trees. Zhu Jun saw the long-lost sunshine and felt better. The trees around him gradually became sparse. I am afraid that if you walk a little longer, you can walk out of the forest that tortured him for half a month.

Suddenly, a uniform sound of horse hooves sounded in front of him, and several knights rushed out of the tree stream.

The front knight wore a purple gold crown on his head, a silk suit, tightly tied the reins with his hands, and sniffed the front hooves of the war horse under his seat, and stopped forcibly.

"Can you please come here? Please come out and answer." The young knight student was fair and burly, with a loud voice. Seeing that no one answered for a long time, he felt a little impatient and anxiously controlled the manic war horse under his seat.

Zhang Youde carefully looked at Zhu Jun with a normal face, swallowed and spitted, "Is it the prince of Mr. Mu's family? Sorry Zhang is rude. The emperor is in the army, why don't you come to see him quickly."

The knight was shocked, jumped off his horse in a hurry, and bowed far away to the direction of Zhu Jun and Zhang Youde.

After three bows, Mr. Mu said loudly: "My minister, Mu Jianming, came late. Please forgive me for your crime."

The scene in front of the emperor, the empress? The scene seems familiar and feels strange before. On TV, such scenes are everywhere, but Zhu Jun is in it, and he feels both uneasy and a little excited. This may be the stimulating psychology that modern people have always pursued.

Now everyone thinks that Zhu Jun is the emperor, so Zhu Jun can only continue to pretend. The young man who claimed to be Mu Jianming apologized to him with apology. Zhu Jun felt that it was time to stand up and say something, otherwise it would be a bit unreasonable.

"Get up...right."

"Long live my emperor!"

Mu Jianming stood up, walked carefully to Zhu Jun, looked at Zhu Jun, but suddenly stopped.

Has he been discovered? Zhu Jun couldn't help but shudder. In ancient times, impersonating an emperor was a death sentence of being cut into pieces. Even if Zhang Youde admitted the wrong person, he could not escape it because he did not intend to pretend. Zhu Jun began to secretly regret why he didn't deny Zhang Youde what kind of emperor he was. Even if he looked like the emperor, those close servants could see the flaws. Isn't this a way out for death?

In fact, Zhu Jun did not intend to pretend to be an emperor, but the fact that happened in front of him was incredible. He did not turn around for a moment, and he could only be led by someone. At that time, he just wanted to leave the forest as soon as possible, so how could he care about so much?

"The emperor was frightened. These are all our crimes for being ministers. Please punish me." Mu Jianming narrowed his eyes slightly, took out a few tears, and crawled at Zhu Jun's feet and cried loudly.

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

But which emperor of the Ming Dynasty was he? Zhu Jun began to consider another question.

The vast team hugged Zhu Jun out of the forest, and a unique carriage parked on the rugged path.

Zhu Jun couldn't help but raise his eyebrows. The carriage was extremely exquisite. The snow-white horse was placed in front of the car, and behind it was a tent embroidered with bright yellow curtains. The beam of the carriage was carefully carved. The problem lies here. Although this frame was exquisite, it was far from the royal atmosphere that Zhu Jun learned.

The ancient emperors rode two carriages led by six horses, namely the famous "Sir of Emperors's Driving Six". The emperor's Driving Six, and the rest of the other chariots drove four. The case "Book of the Book" called "The Emperor's Driving Six Horses". Yili's "Wang Du Ji" says: "The emperor's Driving Six, the princes' Driving Five, the nobles' Driving Four, the officials' Driving Three, the scholars' Driving Two, and the common people."

The most important thing about the ancients was etiquette. If nothing unexpected happened, these rules must not be destroyed. Zhu Jun began to worry about whether there was any problem with the emperor he pretended to be. As expected, it might not be necessary to be in a difficult stage.

It is strange that although Zhu Jun was mistaken for the emperor, he was willing to make mistakes. His ordinary researcher status and distant hometown were thrown away for a while, like a real dream. Although it was absurd, countless dangers would be inserted into it from time to time, but he was always unwilling to be disturbed.

Zhu Jun got on the carriage with the support of the commander of the Jinyiwei. The carriage was covered with warm yellow cushions, and the decoration was unique. As the wheels rotated, he did not seem bumpy on this rugged rocky road.

Zhu Jun lay halfway in the carriage and thought for a long time, basically determined that he had traveled through time. The era was the Ming Dynasty and the characters were the emperors of the Ming Dynasty. However, in the entire 200 years of the Ming Dynasty, there were more than 20 emperors, including Zhu Yuanzhang and Zhu Di, Zhu Gaochi, Zhu Zhi, and even the absurd Zhu Qizhen and Zhu Youxiao.

But which emperor Zhu Jun is? Of course, Zhu Jun dare not ask about such things. Isn’t this a problem with his identity?

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

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

The thick fog still had not dissipated, and the sky gradually became brighter. After the baptism of dawn, the hot sun shone through the clouds and mist, bringing a hint of warmth. The carriage bumped gently on the gravel road, with mountains on both sides, emerald green dotted by various trees. Zhu Jun suddenly remembered something, and suddenly stretched his head out of the car window, burying his head to observe the soil under the wheels.

The soil in the north is dark due to the low temperature and weak decomposition effect. The soil in the south is mostly red. However, the soil in the south is purple when Zhu Jun saw gravel mixed with it, which is only available in the southwest region.

What's going on? Zhu Jun was shocked. He was almost certain that this was not Beijing, but the southwest part of China.

An ominous premonition came to my mind. As a researcher at the Academy of Agricultural Sciences, Zhu Jun is not only proficient in geology, but also knows a little about simple history.

The key to the problem is that no emperor of the Ming Dynasty had inspected the southwest region. The only one who had been in the southwest region for a period of time was the only one who fled to Guangxi after entering the pass, and finally fled to Myanmar's last emperor Zhu Youlang.

Zhu Youlang's fate is well-known. After being captured by the Qing army in the Southern Ming Dynasty, the Burmese king fled to Myanmar. The Burmese king withstood the pressure of the Qing army and was unwilling to hand over it. After that, the Burmese king's younger brother launched a coup under the instigation of the Qing army, killed the king's brother, and handed over Emperor Yongli to Wu Sangui, and was finally strangled to death in Yunnan.

Thinking of this, Zhu Jun couldn't help but sweat. The king of the country with the identity of Zhu Youlang was obsessed with pretending to be him. Unfortunately, now it is difficult to get on the verge of being a tiger. If he and the soldiers outside argued that he was not Zhu Youlang, he might die faster, what should he do?\
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