The thick fog gradually dissipated like a torn gauze. A large-scale ancient city appeared in the light mist. Zhu Jun felt even more confused. Although the city in the distance was slightly the same as the traditional Chinese attic, after a closer look, he found the difference in the subtleties. At this time, Mu Jianming slapped his horse to the car window and said, "Your Majesty, Awa City is coming. Since the emperor lost his trace of hunting, my father is not sure how anxious he is. I ask Your Majesty to let me go back and report the good news to my father first."

Awa City? Zhu Jun had never heard of this strange city name before, and asked quickly: "Where is this place? Why haven't I heard of it?" As soon as he finished speaking, Zhu Jun felt that he seemed to have said the wrong thing. He looked at Mu Jianming, who was riding on a horse outside the car window with lingering fear, and then he felt relieved when he saw that he had not noticed the grammatical problem.

"Your Majesty, maybe you were frightened. I forgot some things for now. This is the capital of Myanmar, Awa City, and our camp is there." Mu Jianming pointed to the thatched village road on the other side of the rushing river outside the city.

Zhu Jun's face was blue and yellow. He had read some historical materials from the Southern Ming Dynasty. After Emperor Yongli entered Myanmar, the Burmese King Wang Mangda was quite polite at the beginning and prepared some gifts for him. Even so, in order to avoid the difficulty in handling etiquette, the Burmese King refused to meet Emperor Yongli and sent Han people to communicate information.

As the domestic anti-Qing forces were gradually eliminated by the Qing army, and only Li Dingguo's troops were left with tens of thousands of troops to fight guerrillas on the border between Myanmar and Yunnan, Myanmar's attitude became arrogant. Until the next year, a palace coup occurred in Myanmar. Wang Mangda's younger brother Wang Mangbai usurped the throne and decided to eradicate the entourage officials of Emperor Yongli. He sent someone to notify the Yongli court officials to cross the river to discuss matters. After that, three thousand Myanmar soldiers surrounded the entourage officials and killed them all. They captured Emperor Yongli and sent them to Yunnan for disposal.

What Zhu Jun is most concerned about is what year it is now. If he had just entered Myanmar, then he could do something, at least he could try to avoid the tragedy. If Wang Mangbai had already launched the palace change... Zhu Jun couldn't help but shivered and couldn't bear to continue thinking.

"Mu Aiqing, I ask you, what year is it now?"

"Your Majesty, it is the beginning of the 14th year of Yongli. Why do you ask this? By the way, I deserve to die. I forgot that Your Majesty is overworked. I am afraid I don't remember some things very seriously. It seems that it needs to be properly conditioned after going back." Mu Jianming answered with concern.

"No need for this." Zhu Jun refused lightly and felt relieved. If he had guessed correctly, it would be 1660 now. There was still one year before Wang Mangbai usurped the throne. I think his life is not in danger yet.

After arriving at the village, dozens of officials in Ming Dynasty costumes had already risen to greet him. Zhu Jun got off the carriage and looked at the village built with thatch in front of him. He couldn't help but sigh. The dignified Ming Dynasty king had committed himself to the country and was so neglected. If Zhu Yuanzhang from the underground knew about it, he would probably jump out of the coffin and search the guy.

When the officials saw Zhu Jun, they were happy first, and then hugged their heads and cried. Zhu Jun was upset and could only comfort him. What he was anxious to know now was whether his Daming Emperor, who was indecent, could have the ability to protect himself in a year.

"The emperor is exhausted, my colleagues should let the emperor rest first. If the Burmese people cry like this, they may be laughed at again." A very prestigious official shouted loudly, stopping the officials' crying.

"Mr. Mu said very much, the emperor's dragon body is the most important thing, so let's go back first." Some officials followed suit, and in a moment, the officials left completely. Only the official who was called Mr. Mu stayed in front of Zhu Jun.

Could this person be Mu Tianbo, the Duke of Qian in Yunnan? Zhu Jun immediately thought of this person. Since Zhu Yuanzhang founded, the Ming Dynasty ordered the general Mu Ying to be Duke of Qian and guard Yunnan for the whole country. Since then, the Mu family has been loyal to the Ming Dynasty for three hundred years. Mu Tianbo in front of him fled with Emperor Yongli. After Mang Fengbai usurped the throne, he asked the officials who followed Emperor Yongli to cross the river and enter Awa City. The Burmese people captured one person with twenty people, and none of the Ming officials escaped. Mu Tianbo was so sad that he killed more than ten Burmese soldiers with a meteor hammer, but he was eventually killed because he was outnumbered.

Such a person can be trusted, Zhu Jun thought to himself and said to him: "Mu Qing's family follows me, I have something to discuss with you."

Zhu Jun lived in only a dozen thatched huts. Because he was afraid of arousing suspicion from Burmese people, the fugitive team did not dare to build a large-scale project, so he had to aggrieved Emperor Yongli to live here temporarily. However, the furnishings in the thatched hut were luxurious. The ground was covered with golden silk blankets, and yellow paper-covered palace lanterns, antiques, and calligraphy and paintings were hung on the surrounding walls to cover up the yellow thatch.

After sitting down, Zhu Jun said to Mu Tianbo who was about to salute: "Mu Qing's family should please sit down, there is no need to do so."

Mu Tianbo was already sixty years old and stubbornly performed the grand ceremony of kneeling three kowtows and nine kowtows. Then he sat in the lower position with a trembling trembling: "Your Majesty, I don't know what's going on to summon the ministers."

"I ask you how many people we have and how much money we have, please make a calculation for me."

Mu Tianbo smiled bitterly and said, "When the Emperor entered Burma, there were 30,000 people protecting him, but the Burmese people were afraid that we would cause trouble, and they might have the birds occupied the nest, so they scattered the rest of the people into various tribes in Myanmar. So now there are only more than 9,000 people around the emperor. As for the money, there are plenty of treasures in the warehouse, and there are more than 70,000 taels of silver."

"Only nine thousand people?" Zhu Jun frowned and then asked, "How many Han people are there in Myanmar?"

"I'm afraid there are more than 100,000 people. If Li Dingguo's troops were added to the confrontation with the rebel Wu Sangui on the Myanmar border, there would be 150,000 people."

"So how many soldiers are there among the people who are accompanying you?"

"There are only two thousand, all of them are the Longjiang Right Guards led by General Zhang Youde. Moreover, in order to prevent the Burmese people from all weapons when entering the border just in case, the soldiers now can only practice with sticks."

Zhu Jun suddenly remembered that when Zhang Youde discovered that, except for some senior officers wearing long swords around their waists, the rest of them were all holding long sticks as weapons. It would be difficult for these people to fight against Wang Mangbai, who usurped the throne a year later.

"Mu Aiqing, if we recruit some Han people from Myanmar to come here, will the Burmese people react?"

Mu Tianbo shook his head and said, "This matter is absolutely impossible. We are only one river away from the Burmese King. All movements are under the control of the Burmese people. If the emperor does this, it will definitely make the Burmese King suspicious, and there may be a disaster for swords and axes."

Zhu Jun's face darkened. As Mu Tianbo said, he could only be slaughtered.

"However, there is not a complete solution." Mu Tianbo pondered for a moment and continued: "If the emperor moved to another place and left the Myanmar Awa far away and left the Burmese control, there would be something to do."

"Continue talking." Zhu Jun seemed to have caught a life-saving straw and urged him urgently.

Mu Tianbo said: "In fact, the emperor is also a hot potato for the Burmese King. If they continue to take in the emperor, the Manchus will definitely put pressure on the Burmese King. If they hand over the emperor to the Manchus, they will have to bear the infatuation of bullying the emperor. What's more, there is Li Dingguo's troops confronting the Manchus in northern Myanmar. They are also afraid that Li Dingguo will suddenly lead his army to retaliate against the Burmese Kingdom in the name of revenge for the emperor. Therefore, if the emperor takes the initiative to go to another place, the Burmese King will definitely agree. At that time, they will not be able to do anything the emperor will do."

"Yes, so where should we go as far as Aiqing of Mu wants?" Zhu Jun clapped his hands and applauded.

Mu Tianbo said: "The best place to go north is to join Li Dingguo's troops to fight against the Qing Dynasty. If the emperor had other intentions, it would be a different matter."

"No, the remnants of Li Dingguo lost several consecutive battles in northern Myanmar. Sooner or later, they will be eliminated by Wu Sangui. Let's go south, close to the sea, and you can do business with sea ships and countries in the South China Sea. If the Qing army arrives, as long as they get on the boat, the people will probably be able to sigh." Zhu Jun said.

Mu Tianbo sighed, and secretly blamed the emperor for still being the same. He fled from Hunan to Guangzhou, then from Guangzhou to Yunnan, and then to Myanmar. Now he wants to go to the seaside again. No wonder his subordinates all privately argued that the emperor was a runaway emperor. He originally wanted to persuade Zhu Jun, but after thinking about it, he just shook his head and said, "Since the emperor said to go south, then he will follow the emperor. But if we go south, the Burmese King will definitely cut off the food we donated to us. Once we lack food, we will inevitably go hungry."

"Don't worry about these, I have my own way." Zhu Jun thought of the bottle of rice seeds hidden in his backpack and smiled calmly: "You can buy more people from the locals in the surrounding villages. As long as you survive this year, I can ensure that everyone has no worries about food and clothing."

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