Xu Xuan turned his head and looked at the reflection on the ice. Goose bumps all over his body, not knowing whether it was shocked, suspicious, shocked or happy. [】

Below his left shoulder blade, there was a blue-black birthmark. Although it was a bit blurry, it could be vaguely seen as a horseshoe-shaped body. There was also a curved red mark above his right waist. However, because the medicinal soup was soaked in the back, the back was seeped in by cinnabar and other drugs over the years, leaving many red blood spots, which were connected to this red mark, and it was hard to tell what shape it was.

His heart was beating wildly. From childhood to adulthood, he had never heard his father and Zhen Auntie talk about these two birthmarks. If it weren't for Jin Wushu's arrow cracking his fur, he would have never seen it. If there was only one, it could be said to be a coincidence, but two extremely similar birthmarks were in the same place... How could there be such a coincidence in the world?

A flash of inspiration, Lin Lingsu was right. When he was in the Chengdu prison, this guy used "Baina**" to exchange his internal organs and legs. Could it be that the "birthmark" on his back was also his hands and feet at that time? The devil's plan was far-reaching. From the moment he held him hostage, he had already thought of various plans to use him to seize the purple-green swords, steal the sky stone map, and even practice the "marriage dress magic skill". With his scheming and ability, it is not impossible to create these two "birthmarks" for himself.

But how did this devil know the birthmark of "Prince Ji'an"? Why did he use the "Baina technique" to fake it? Suddenly remembering his actions of breaking his knees on Penglai Mountain, could it be... Is his heart suddenly shocked? Could it be that this guy also wanted to pretend to be the prince of the Jin Kingdom, use the power of the Tartars to destroy Zhao Song and avenge him?

The thought flipped, but he laughed and said, "Old thief Wushu, have you seen it clearly this time? Everyone, this old thief deceived the emperor and plotted to assassinate the prince. What crime should he be? Do you want to be obsessed with him and kill me to silence me, or to make trouble, capture this giant jiān, and take it back to Shangjing to ask my father to punish me?"

Everyone looked at each other and was in a dilemma.

Although they believed Xu Xuan's identity as "Prince Ji'an", over the past ten years, Jin Wushu had power over the government and the world, and even the emperor had to rely on his breath. Even if he really assassinated the prince, he would make any rebellious acts. When he returned to the capital, he would probably not dare to blame him. Now he would seek death?

But I heard Master Xiao say lightly: "This young master, this matter is of great importance. We dare not listen to one-sided words. You call yourself Prince Ji'an, and you also say that you were murdered by Marshal Du. Marshal Du is loyal, filial and righteous, and everyone knows that he will never do such a major act of rebellion. However, it is still difficult to see whether the birthmark on your waist is clear, and it is difficult to determine whether it is a prince. If you want to verify the truth or falsehood, you must have some more convincing evidence."

He paused and said, "According to my opinion, it is better to ask this young master to come back to Shangjing with us, and your majesty will personally recognize his relatives and verify the true or false. If it is false, he will hand it over to Marshal Du and cut it into pieces; if it is true, he can also ask the truth and truth of the people of the country so as not to have any misunderstandings, hurt the righteousness of the king and the ministers, and make the people of the world feel disappointed."

Xu Xuan's heart moved. Every word seemed fair, and every sentence was about "Master of the Du", but in fact, he had a needle hidden in the cotton. Using the name of the Tartar Emperor, Wanyan Wushu did not dare to act rashly. This person's surname was Xiao and was also called the national teacher. He must be Xiao Baozhen, the national master of the Jin Dynasty. Although he seemed to be cunning and could not figure out the details, "the enemy of the enemy is a friend", at least in dealing with the old thief of Wushu, he could form an alliance.

Wanyan Wushu put down his long bow and said in a sequel: "Master Xiao has thought so thoroughly. What else can I say? But when we go out to sea, we are ordered to surrender the Qinglong. The demon dragon has not been slaughtered and the princess has not been saved, how can we return to the court? Even if this person is the real prince, he can only aggrieved him to take the same boat with us, and after slaying the dragon, he will return to the capital to ask His Majesty for his judgment. But if he dares to escape halfway fear of his crime... then don't blame me for being ruthless."

Although Xu Xuan didn't know how to get through the "bloody recognition of relatives" after he arrived in Beijing, he had no way to retreat at this time and could only take one step. He laughed and said, "Real gold is not afraid of fire refining. I don't know who will escape from fear of sin in the middle of the journey?" He slapped his palms on the ice, turned over and rushed into the bow cabin.

Wang Chongyang hesitated for a moment and said, "Brother Xu, wait for me." He also jumped onto the boat with him.

The horn of "Woo" blew long, and the ship slowly sailed.

Xu Xuan sat in the top floor room of the bow cabin, his vision was unblocked. In front of him was a blue sky and a vast ice ocean, which was extremely magnificent.

He has seen many majestic ships, but no one can compare to the one in front of him in terms of design and luxury.

Hundreds of cabin windows are all inlaid with double-layer glass imported from Dashi. I don’t know if this item alone costs tens of thousands of taels of silver. What’s even more surprising is that the air holes under the portholes kept blowing out of hot air, and there was no fog on the window glass, which was as transparent as ice.

The cabin is covered with thick Persian carpets, tables, chairs, incense burners, curtains, quilts and quilts... They all look like they were moved from the home of a wealthy man in Lin'an, but the bed is designed as a Jurchen-style kang, warm and full of warmth. It is like two worlds outside the window.

Wang Chongyang grew up in Penglai since he was a child, and he had never seen such a giant ship. He touched east and looked around curiously, and was even more surprised by the warm kang. He could never think of how could he accommodate such many kang beds for burning fires on a large ship made of pure wood?

After a moment, Wanyan Wulu led more than a dozen servants into the cabin and put dozens of dishes in all sizes on the long table. From cold dishes, hot dishes, snacks, pasta to porridge, there are everything, including Huaiyang, Jiangsu and Zhejiang, Bashu, Shandong, Liaodong, etc., with a dazzling array of dishes and a strong aroma.

Xu Xuan wandered on the sea for a long time, and he used raw fish to satisfy his hunger. When he smelled the fragrance, his index finger had already moved. He picked up a chopstick in the east and a chopstick in the west, and ate it voraciously with the rice. He grabbed a handful of meat from time to time to feed Haidongqing. Wang Chongyang was a little restrained. Seeing Xu Xuan constantly waved to him and asked him to eat together, he thanked everyone, sat on the edge of the kang, held the bowl and moved the chopsticks.

Wanyan Wulu smiled and said, "Your Highness, you are on a boat outside, you can't compare to the Great Inner Palace. I don't know if these dishes are in line with your appetite? If they are not good, I'll let the chef change them again."

Xu Xuan felt a little nervous. Could it be that this guy deliberately used his dietary preference to spy on whether I am a real prince? He wiped his mouth and shook his head and said, "Although these dishes are delicious, they seem to be no better than the meat rice and meat and vegetable porridge. If there are a few bowls of Molizhan wine, it will be even more delicious."

Wanyan Wulu was stunned and smiled and said, "The prince has the style of my ancestor of Dajin. It is Miaoji, Miaoji." Immediately asked my servant to bring half a barrel of tare rice and a barrel of wine, personally cut half a bowl of animal meat, mixed it into the rice and poured a full bowl of wine, and handed it to Xu Xuan with joy on his face, saying, "Taizu's favorite is this tare rice and Molizhan wine. He often said that every dress and every meal is hard to come by. Those who are emperors should especially care about the sufferings of the people's livelihood of the world. If you can eat such delicious tare rice and Molizhan wine every meal, you should be happy and contented. The prince can think about what Taizu thought, which is really a blessing for my Great Jin Kingdom."

Xu Xuan felt angry: "Since the dogs and tatars are so content, I'll eat your tare-mixed rice in the deep mountains of Liaodong. Why do I still come to occupy my Central Plains?"

Then he thought, the Tartar prince taught Jin Taizu so hard, humble and tolerant, thrifty and self-encouragement, must have great ambitions in his heart, and he may not have much affection for the extravagant and domineering Jin Wushu, who is arbitrary and arbitrary, and he can get him drunk and reveal more inside information about Jin's court, so that he will not know nothing after coming to the capital.

He suddenly slapped the edge of the table and said, "There is a saying for a good man, "I have a thousand cups of wine when I meet a close friend. For you, we have to give you a few bowls." He pulled him down on the kang, and filled him with "paste wine" and drank it up to him, and angrily several bowls.

The "Malizhan Wine" is as rosy as roses. Although it is not as sweet and mellow as the famous wine of the Song Dynasty, it enters the throat like a knife cutting fire, filling the top of the head, and the pores all over the body seem to be opened.

Although Xu Xuan had a good alcohol tolerance, even after drinking six or seven bowls, he was drunk as if floating in the clouds. He patted the kang table and sang the songs taught by the Jurchen hunters loudly. These songs were obviously folk songs passed down by the ancestors of the Jurchen people. Wanyan Wulu's face was flushed and he felt a little drunk. He couldn't help but sang them together.

The Jin soldiers guarding outside the cabin were already itchy when they smelled the aroma of wine. Seeing them singing and drinking so hard, they kept raising their heads and craving their heads, so hungry that their eyes almost fell out. Only Wang Chongyang shook his head secretly, and he took food and slowly picked up food and ate.

At this moment, Haidongqing suddenly had his feathers standing on their feet and screamed loudly toward the east.

Then there was a burst of exclamation outside the cabin, and someone shouted in horror: "Look at what that is?" Hearing another low whine, a column of water dozens of feet high sprayed up in front of him, and then the sound of the sound was continuous, and countless snow-white columns of water gushed into the sky, one after another.

Xu Xuan looked outside the cabin and was shocked, and he woke up most of the time when he was drunk.

I saw the dusk in the evening and the sunset was like fire. There were bursts of "ah" sounds coming from the north. The birds rolled like dark clouds, dancing in panic, approaching rapidly. Below them were thousands of whales, like moving islands, swimming towards them. In addition, there were countless unknown fish, and the sea "shoujiao" was mixed with thousands of silver lights, migrating south regardless of everything.

Hai Dongqing jumped irritably on his shoulder, screaming and crying. Wanyan Wulu changed his face and said in a lost voice: "Jita is the eruption of Jita volcano..."
Chapter completed!