Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty

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The fleet sailed all the way south.

On the way, Zhu Houzhao seemed to be very interested in the entire ironclad ship.

Naturally, the structure of this ironclad ship was originally designed by him. Although it was only the first generation, after ten years of improvement, many structures have long since changed beyond recognition.

But Zhu Houzhao felt that controlling this iron-clad ship was a matter of great learning.

What he excitedly does every day is to squat in the boiler room, or in the wheel cabin, and observe carefully.

The cabin of the artillery is also a place he often goes to.

Take a small notebook to communicate with people every day, and record what you see and hear.

Occasionally, I would return to my cabin, staring at the map, holding a vernier or charcoal pencil, and staying for a whole morning.

Excitedly, Liu Jin asked someone to make a net bag at the stern of the boat, and after one night, he lifted the net bag up. Although this place is not near the sea, there is always something to gain.

There is a lot of canned food on board.

Liu Jin felt that he couldn't bear it, so he took his spoils himself, happily went to the kitchen to light a fire, picked a sea fish with good taste, cleaned it, removed the scales, gutted the fish, and hummed a tune to use the fish first. Marinate all kinds of seasonings for an hour or two, then skewer them with iron brazes, and start a fire for grilling!

He enjoys this process, always in the process, as happy as a child, dancing and dancing, finally... the fish is cooked, and then sprinkle some thirteen incense, and the fragrant grilled fish is held in his hands inside.

It was too hot in the kitchen, and he was reluctant to eat the grilled fish. Instead, he came out of the kitchen and went to the stern excitedly. It was clean and the scenery was pleasant, but unfortunately...he was still on duty and could not drink. Pour a pot of Shaoxing old wine and warm it up, that is the enjoyment of a fairy.

At the stern, Liu Jin is like a scholar who worships the most holy teacher. He has respect for grilled fish, so before eating, he will straighten his hat and resist the sting in his mouth. After drinking clear water, he washed his hands first, then scooped up a handful of water, and wiped his clean face along the way.

After some serious etiquette, Liu Jin picked up his grilled fish again.

Just then, someone reached out his hand.

Liu Jin looked at the hand that suddenly grabbed the grilled fish, and his eyes suddenly showed a fierce look!

Eunuch Bingbi, the dignified supervisor of ceremonies, and the Duke of Xichang, give thanks to the Marquis and rob him of his food. This is no fun.

But the moment he looked up and saw the owner of the hand, he fell silent.

It was Fang Jifan who snatched the grilled fish. Fang Jifan took the fish and smelled it, and then he took the grilled fish into his mouth without any hesitation, and then he made a sound of tsk-tsk in his mouth, and said vaguely: "It tastes good, not bad, It’s just a little cold, but if it’s reheated, the taste will be even better, Xiao Liu, it’s not surprising that I ate your fish.”

Liu Jin's eyeballs were about to pop out, and he wiped the hala in his mouth a few times, but he didn't wipe it clean. His eyes were still staring at the fish in Fang Jifan's hand, his mind was blank, and he just nodded subconsciously, signaling I don't mind.

Fang Jifan said while eating: "I didn't expect that you still have these two brushes. It's very lonely on this boat. Grandpa, I'm so tired..."

It didn't take long for Fang Jifan to pick the grilled fish with his teeth. There was almost no meat left, only the skeleton left!

He glanced at the fish shelf, hiccupped, then threw away the iron tongs, and said happily, "Why don't you usually see that you have this ability, do you still have fish?"

Only then did Liu Jin's expression soften a little. He remembered that there were still fish, so he nodded.

Fang Jifan was overjoyed and said: "Hurry up and bake some more. Grandpa, I have just filled my stomach, and I haven't arrived yet. Come, come, take your majesty and Xu Jing's dog, no, it's your majesty and his old man." And Xu Jing and that dog, all called to eat grilled fish."

Liu Jin: "..."

Life on the boat was obviously not very friendly to Liu Jin.

He often bleeds more than he eats.

Zhu Houzhao came excitedly, and even Xu Jing seemed very interested.

Liu Jin simply set up an oven rack at the stern of the boat, tumbling and tumbling the fish and shrimp skewered on the iron chisel in his hand.

Zhu Houzhao and Fang Jifan ate and drank enough, Zhu Houzhao said: "We can't patronize us to eat by ourselves. I love soldiers like sons. Come, come, call the manager of the wheel. I looked at the wheel today. It's very hard, Liu Companion, bake some more."

Liu Jin shook her hands and her body. After a moment of silence, she said sullenly, "Your Majesty, I'm almost done eating."

Zhu Houzhao stood up unsteadily and wanted to kick him.

Fang Jifan hurriedly stopped Zhu Houzhao: "Your Majesty, you can't force it, you can't force it, don't do this, you can speak well if you have something to say."

It was just that His Majesty gave an order, and a group of strong and strong men came here one by one excitedly, and immediately fell to the ground: "Thank you, Your Majesty, for giving the fish."

Liu Jin lowered her head, pinched off a scorched fish tail, and stuffed it into her mouth with a flutter. It seemed to be too hot, and she gasped heavily again.

…………

Spain.

The priest, who was wearing a cross-embroidered robe and a pointed hat, was muttering something in his mouth at this moment, stretched out his hand, and kept gesticulating on his chest.

In this huge palace, on a big silk bed, His Royal Highness the King of Spain was exhausted at this moment.

The royal barber was already familiar with the use of a razor, and let him bleed a little.

His Royal Highness is weak and needs timely treatment.

There is a devil in his blood, as a royal barber, of course... In Francine, a barber is almost synonymous with a doctor.

The responsibilities of a barber are very important, not only to be responsible for the image of His Royal Highness, but also to treat His Royal Highness on time.

The blood flowing out today is a little less than the previous days.

This made the barber very gratified, which showed that the devil in His Royal Highness's body had been eliminated a lot.

At this time, His Royal Highness felt dizzy and tired. This kind of dizziness always made him exhausted, especially when he heard the priest's chanting by his ears, he felt that there was light in his eyes. A ray of light, like the morning sun, suddenly shone.

This is a miracle.

His Royal Highness is very content.

God still takes care of himself, Spain, Habsburg, and the throne of Holy Rome.

But at this moment...His Royal Highness suddenly trembled.

This time of treatment, his body started to tremble unceasingly.

The priest was surprised, stepped forward quickly, and began to inspect His Royal Highness.

The king's face suddenly turned from pale to purple.

The few knights around were also a little flustered and whispered.

Fortunately, the barber seemed very calm, and he immediately said: "The devil is here, the devil is here."

The priest immediately took the cross hanging from his neck and placed it on the forehead of His Royal Highness.

At this time... it's time to test a royal barber's medical skills.

As the best barber in all of Iberia, he didn't go back for his toolbox.

To deal with such a devil's backlash, it is obvious that only by cutting the veins and bleeding, or taking out the earwax of His Royal Highness, it is obviously impossible to guarantee victory in this battle against the devil.

So... a more academic approach must be used.

Without hesitation, he whispered a few words to the assistant behind him.

The assistant hurried out of the bedroom.

His Royal Highness was in a very bad condition, his body was still shaking, and then his eyes began to turn white.

Under the order of the priest, in the hall next door, a group of eunuchs began to sing hymns together.

The solemn and solemn singing began to ripple in the palace.

The assistant of the royal barber brought a knight in hastily.

The assistant is holding a tin can.

The knights began to surround them.

The royal barber was calm and calm, and called out, so the assistant put the tin can on His Royal Highness's head fiercely.

At this time, His Royal Highness was like a funny clown, with a spittoon on his head upside down.

Immediately afterwards, the royal barber took out a hammer.

People became more solemn and solemn.

It seems that at this moment, it is not healing, but in the name of God, the righteous knights are fighting the devil unyieldingly for the final time.

The royal barber raised his sledgehammer.

next moment……

Boom!

The hammer hit the 'spittoon' that was upside down on His Royal Highness's head.

The metal can, under the heavy hammer, immediately reverberated. At this moment, the hymn began to become more and more urgent, and the high-pitched castrati continued to sing high notes.

At this moment, people's hearts will jump out.

Things are not looking good for His Majesty the King.

Although the hammer didn't hit him in the face, the iron 'spittoon' that was turned upside down on his head slammed, almost making him faint, and he let out a wail.

And then, without hesitation, the barber smashed it down with another hammer.

His Royal Highness felt that his head...was like a heavy blow. Almost at this moment, he felt that his consciousness was going to be blurred, and his nose was sticky, and it seemed that even nosebleeds were coming out.

finally……

The hymn gradually came to an end.

The knights took off the 'spittoon' that was upside down on His Royal Highness's head. The 'spittoon' had almost deflated a lot, so it took some effort to remove it, so that His Royal Highness, who was almost fainting, uttered a few sounds With a scream, he took down the spittoon.

The barber stepped forward, took a look at His Royal Highness, and said, "Your Highness, are you feeling better?"

His Highness the King didn't speak, but just stared blankly at the royal barber, opened his mouth slightly, and the halazi flowed out consciously.

The royal barber reached out to check His Highness's breath, collected himself, stood up straight, and said proudly: "His Royal Highness has returned from the dead. Thank God, we have eliminated the evil in His Highness's body."

So the knights got excited and stood up straight one by one.

The priest smiled gratifiedly.

At the same time, the door was pushed open, and a knight quickly entered the bedroom: "Your Highness, there is an urgent message from Venice."

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