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When Tang Saier comes back with a deep-siping cup.

Zhu Zhanji was the only one left at the scene.

"Where is the little koi?"

Yu Qian's name is now famous.

Zhu Zhanji shook his head, took the water cup from Tang Sai'er's hand, and slowly took a sip of water.

Holding the water cup in hand and put it on the side of the boat.

The water in the water cup sways simultaneously with the hull that rises and falls on the sea surface.

The two seagulls who had been begging for the past have disappeared.

It is probably flying to a secluded island, silently reproduction and contributing its own weak strength to the growth and regeneration of the ethnic group.

The hull fluctuations have always been very strong.

Although it looks calm from the sea.

But at the bottom of the ship and under the sea, there are countless undercurrents surging.

This is a unique attribute in the South China Sea.

An undercurrent once again violently hit the bottom of the treasure ship dozens of feet, almost trying to overturn the entire treasure ship into the abyss.

The entire treasure ship is almost at the air.

Tang Sai'er exclaimed and crawled into Zhu Zhanji's arms like a swimming fish.

Secure yourself in a safe area between the man and the ship's side.

The water cup is very self-aware and devotes itself to the sea.

"You shouldn't have gone to Yingtian."

Feeling the fragrance of hair coming from his nose, Zhu Zhanji whispered.

Tang Sai'er looked back: "What? I'm afraid that I will be jealous of the demons you hide in the palace? I, Tang Sai'er, are not that ordinary woman, and I will never be so stingy that I will compete with them!"

Zhu Zhanji was speechless, and he squeezed his hands hard without caring about Tang Sai'er's complaints and humming.

He said directly: "Now that there is news that the White Lotus Sect in Shandong has been surrounded and intercepted by the imperial court and is almost extinct. They have become betrayal dogs and a group of mad dogs. Are you going back at this time to feel uncomfortable?"

Tang Sai'er understood these words.

Since she had a fight with the church before, she has taken away half of the hands.

The White Lotus Sect regarded her as a traitor.

Now the sect has suffered heavy losses due to being suppressed and eliminated by the court, but Tang Sai'er is doing well.

The church will inevitably be jealous.

Why can you, Tang Sai'er, eat delicious food and drink spicy food, but we have become a loser?

Is it because you betrayed the righteousness of the Holy Church and lay on the bed of the Ming court?

Now we are not having a good time, and you are also thinking about it!

Most of the time, we still have no worries but unevenness.

The nature of human beings.

However, Tang Sai'er's eyes were fixed: "These short-sighted people in the capital were not dared to go to Yingtian City to kill me?"

Zhu Zhanji thought about it very seriously.

Nowadays, Yingtian City can be described as a dragon's pond and tiger's den.

Under the leadership of the Royal Grandson, who co-organized the Jinyiwei, the Jinyiwei forged ahead, was brave enough to innovate, and dared to do things. Today, Yingtian City has almost reached an unprecedented level of defense.

If it weren't for the lack of face-saving projects now.

I am afraid that the walls outside the Jinyiwei Yamen will be hung with banners made by the people.

Then he nodded: "Now there is Jinyiwei looking at Yingtian City, and I think they can't enter the city."

Then he thought about it and continued, "But you shouldn't stay too long and come back to southern Xinjiang as soon as possible. At this moment, E Hongda has already set off a large army. The accumulation of the Xuanwei Department of the Southern Xinjiang for many years is all good things, and you should develop it well."

Tang Sai'er felt sweet. If there was anything that could compare to her own man, she would help her career and make more romantic.

"Then you said, how should the southern Xinjiang develop here?"

Zhu Zhanji spoke immediately without thinking: "Southern Xinjiang is from the Ming Dynasty, so you can do some business and make more land. However, the White Lotus Sect in your hand can develop to the Ganges, and maybe you will have some unexpected gains."

In this short moment, Zhu Zhanji suddenly looked forward to what would happen if a Ming version of the Crusade was launched from the Ganges Plain.

Tang Sai'er held high the banner of the Holy Church, waved the sickle in her hand and thought of the barbarian land of the Western Continent, and killed all the savages on that land.

It feels touching to think about it.

The speaker is unintentional, and the listener is intentional.

Because of Zhu Zhanji, Tang Sai'er, who has now become independent, suddenly felt very moved.

He casually said not to bother her, and then he jumped into the treasure ship, which belonged to the Royal Grandson's cabin.

Zhu Zhanji smiled embarrassedly.

It was just a talk just now. As long as Tang Sai'er could not think about staying in Yingtian, he would be satisfied.

As for the White Lotus Holy Sect that came to mind, it was just a joke.

The undercurrents at the bottom of the sea gradually subsided.

The sea breeze is blowing.

In the sky.

A white dove appeared.

It's very abrupt, only this one.

I don’t know if I’m lost or left the order.

It first flapped its wings, sought the airflow to rise to a sufficient height, then spread its wings and flew at a fixed speed in the air.

Its body didn't know anything, but its head was particularly flexible and constantly visited around.

Both eyes, like a pair of searchlights, quietly patrolling all the movements on the sea.

Suddenly.

The wings behind the citron suddenly turned diagonally upward, and the entire flying posture began to adjust to a dive in the blink of an eye.

There seemed to be a roar in the air.

Like a bomber.

Zhu Zhanji was as stupid as a wooden chicken, staring at the pigeon in a daze, diving into the sea like a deep water bomb.

A beautiful splash was smashed.

Just when he thought that this dove was committing suicide.

A huge wave suddenly splashed on the sea.

A flash of white appeared.

It turned out to be that pigeon.

It has become a sperm!

He was holding a puffer fish that had become bulging in his mouth.

The pigeons flew in the air, constantly making moves to the bulging puffer fish, leaving aside and catching it.

Obviously.

It's on the head.

"I read that right?"

When Zhu Zhanji was watching with relish, Yu Qian's voice came from behind again.

"Don't you think this scene is very vivid?" Zhu Zhanji turned around and looked at the little koi with a paler face.

Yu Qian shook his head, then nodded: "This should be an act that an eagle could do. Who would have thought that a lost dove could do such a magical move."

Zhu Zhanji shook his head, "You are just looking at the pigeon, the pissy pufferfish, have you noticed?"

Yu Qian was stunned for a moment, and then said, "Pufferfish is poisonous. There are many fish in the water, but they like to eat pufferfish and are even addicted. I think this white pigeon is also addicted."

Zhu Zhanji shook his head again: "Don't you think this puffer fish is like the corrupt scholars and pure streams of the Ming Dynasty?"

A gentleman's six arts are good.

Benevolence, righteousness, propriety, wisdom and trustworthiness are also good.

These are as delicious as puffer fish meat.

But those people are not good.

They are like poison on puffer fish.

The principles are the same, but the consequences of different people will be very different.

You can’t let Butcher Wang chop meat just because the kitchen knife can kill people.

This is unreasonable.

Zhu Zhanji felt that he was a reasonable person.

He always believed that Confucianism was beneficial, at least to the ruling class he is in now.

However, the group of corrupt scholars who have the power to interpret Confucianism are bad.

Not only do they dare to use the so-called truth to fight against the rulers, but they also use distorted remarks to paralyze the people.
To be continued...