In 1521 AD, Emperor Zhengde of the Ming Dynasty passed away, and Zhu Houcong, the son of King Xingxian, was elected as the heir to the Ming Dynasty.

As Prince Xingxian entered Beijing, a stream of light flowing through the sky.

"What? These ministers actually asked me to go to Donghua Gate. Even if I die, I will not go to Donghua Gate."

An official said in an unquestionable voice: "Your Highness is a discussion by the Ministry of Rites, please follow this."

"You...you"?

"Your Highness"...

The huge guard of honor slowly stopped outside the suburbs of the capital, and a young man in the tent was unconscious.

The head of the royal palace outside the tent Yuan Zonggao stomped his feet anxiously. The master in front of him was full of hope for the whole Xingxian palace. If there was really a problem, I would be in trouble.

Huang Jin lay beside the bed and cried with tears on his face, "Master, don't have any mistakes. If you really go, I will go with you."

"Mr. Yuan, is Your Highness safe?"

Yuan Zonggao sighed, thinking that he was a three-level Jinshi who was elected as the chief minister of the royal palace because he offended the villain. He wanted to spend his life there. Unexpectedly, the young prince whom he served was actually elected as the candidate for the imperial power. As long as he ascended the throne, he could immediately become successful. It would not be a problem for him to become a prime minister in the future. Unexpectedly, why did this young master suddenly become unconscious now?

"Don't get this clumsy disease"! It can be imagined that those silly masters would not allow a foolish person to become the monarch of the country.

When everyone was anxious, the boy lying on the bed, whose eyes were originally closed suddenly opened.

The boy kept yelling, "Who is talking, get out of here."

Huang Jin, who was lying beside him, hurriedly crawled over, "Master, what's wrong with you? Don't scare the little slave?"

"Yes, Imperial Doctor, go find the Imperial Doctor." Huang Jin crawled out.

At this time, a transparent thing appeared in front of the boy's eyes, and the mechanized sound rang in the boy's ears, "The network adjustment has been completed, the network connection is in the network connection, the connection time is 2020, the account registration is successful, the account is automatically changed, please change the name immediately"...

The young man frowned, and he was very talented and intelligent, quickly calmed down, "No matter what kind of monster you are, I am the heir to the Ming Dynasty and a man of destiny. Today I will be like this monster."

"Please change your name immediately"...

The boy thought about it and subconsciously said, "I am Zhu Houguan."

"The account is renamed to 'Your Highness Zhu Hougui'. The account is renamed and logged in..."

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"Hey, 'Old man pushing the cart', you have added a newcomer again, the name 'I'm the prince Zhu Hougui' is interesting"!

The 'Old Man Pushing the Cart' replied with a helpless expression, "I don't know, this was suddenly added, but since I have joined the group, I am a friend. Let me introduce myself to my new friend"!

"Zhu Houxiang, are you a cute girl? Are you having an appointment?"? Did the old girl ask for an appointment and reply immediately.

"Did you make an appointment with me? You are starting to be sexy again. I bet this person named Your Highness is a pure man."

Zhu Houcon had never seen such a strange thing. There was always someone talking on the virtual transparent plane. He was already stunned by the screen in front of him.

"Have you entered the land of gods?"

Suddenly the screen prompts: "The old group leader pushes the cart to start a group chat. Do you agree? The countdown is 5, 4, 3..."

A set of pictures appeared in front of Zhu Houcong. He was still a fourteen-year-old boy, with big eyes open and puzzledly looking at the figures in front of him.

"That person named Zhu Houcan, are you filming? What kind of dynasty clothes are you wearing?" "Is the old girl asking for an appointment?" curiously looked at Zhu Houcan's clothes.

The old antiques who have been diving in history rarely joined the group chat and began his professional historical technical analysis.

"It is estimated that this person is wearing Ming Dynasty clothing. It should be dressed like a prince. However, this fabric and this prop are really good. I guess this outfit costs a lot of money."

The leftover woman seduced: "Yeah, the handsome guy is still a rich second generation, but unfortunately he is a half-baby. If he is an old girl, I will come to your home for free."

"Little handsome guy, are you filming in Hengdian? Why don't you come to my sister for a pastime?"

The old man pushed the cart: "You are starting to have a spring again with your leftover girl, but when you see that you are underage."

Zhu Houcon had never seen such a frivolous tone, his face flushed red, "Bold and unruly people, you dare to insult my Highness. You, you have no law. People come and you will catch this unruly person and send it to the government office to punish him."

Zhu Hou's roar alarmed outside, and the soldiers who came in stared at the empty Luanzhan.

"Oh, the guy is quite immersed in the play, sister is here to comfort you," said the leftover woman, and began to do various enchanting actions.

For a moment, Zhu Houcan blushed and didn't know what to say.

Finally, Zhu Houyan's eyes began to turn red. He was already a little confused about a teenager who suddenly ascended the throne. At this time, he was teased by these things that were just human, and his inner confusion could no longer be concealed.

"Well, little brother, stop crying, sister is teasing you."

When Zhu Houcan cried, everyone began to feel silent.

"Oh, it's really boring." The leftover woman tempted her to hang up the call and went offline.

There are only old man pushing a cart and historical antiques left on the picture. The two looked at Zhu Houcan in front of them and shook their heads helplessly.

"I didn't expect that the little brother who came in was still a crying person..." The old antiques stopped before he finished speaking.

At this time, Huang Jin, behind Zhu Houguan, woke up with the imperial physician and the chief secretary Yuan Zonggao.

"Your Highness wakes up, God blesses the Ming Dynasty."

Looking at the kind of person in the video, the two of them had a doubt in their hearts, "The filming is so realistic"?

"Old Antique, do you think those people in the picture are filming? Why are they so realistic? Why don't you hit me?"

"Old man pushing the cart, you pushed a few more people last night. Have you not woken up yet? Which crew will not have a break when filming? You are watching those people, especially the little eunuch, have their foreheads swollen. Our group is amazing, maybe it is really connected to the ancient times."

Zhu Houcan blushed and said, "Bold, get out of my sight."

When the prince suddenly shouted and scared Huang Jin to kneel down and kowtow, Yuan Zonggao looked even more sad and angry, "God, you should be pitiful to the prince!"

"Get out of everyone, get out of everyone." Zhu Hou's slap incessantly kicked and beat the officials around him until he was the only one in the entire tent.

Zhu Houqi gasped, "Who are you? Recruit me quickly."

The old man pushed the cart and the old antiques in history for a while, and finally the old antiques in history asked: "Well, your highness, how can we ask you a question to answer? That year is the year we are now."

Zhu Houcan's eyebrows pounded twice, but he frowned and said, "This year's 16th year of Zhengde."

"It's true"! The old man pushed the cart and the old antiques in his heart were shocked. If the other party was not a lunatic, it was true.

The old man suddenly stood up and bowed solemnly like Zhu Houguan, "Your Highness, I can tell you clearly that it is 2020 here, well, it is 2020 AD."

Zhu Houcong did not show the shock he should have, and his face was calm, "You said that this palace is not in the same era as you, do you know the consequences of cheating on Your Highness?"

The old antique of history coughed lightly, "If you are really the Zhu Houyan in history, then you are Emperor Jiajing of the Ming Dynasty."

Suddenly, snowflakes began to appear on the screen, and then flickered constantly and then the entire screen disappeared without a trace.

"Speak, Your Highness orders you to speak."

"Remember that the Ministry of Rites asked you to go to Donghua Gate. If you want to change, it is best to remove the firewood from the bottom of the pot."... The video sound completely disappeared without a trace.

The mechanized sound rang again, "The network connection was interrupted, the energy was missing, the cooling time was 12 hours"!

Zhu Houcon frowned, and the screen in front of him disappeared, like a dream in Nan Ke. If the person inside said the truth, wouldn't I know the future in advance? It seems that I have to plan carefully.
Chapter completed!