Li Laiheng said slowly: "But I don't know what happened later. Perhaps the Qing army moved in three provinces. The guard felt unsafe and took him to evacuate. An accident occurred in the middle, causing the guard to be separated, and he also fell off a cliff and fell into the water."

Yes, this is almost enough. The royal things you carry with you, your demeanor that is ignorant of worldly affairs, etc.

"Even if he is not the third prince Zhu, he is most likely a member of the clan."

Li Yue had been persuaded by his father. He nodded vigorously, with a happy look on his face, and suggested: "Father, you can cultivate books for each family and support the three princes. As long as we work together, we can continue the great cause of resisting the Qing Dynasty and restoring the Ming Dynasty."

Li Laiheng shook his head and said: "Under the current situation, it is not appropriate to publicize this matter. Besides, it is still unknown what his attitude is."

After a pause, Li Laiheng seemed to have made up his mind and told Li Yue: "There is no need to wait for tomorrow. You can invite Zhu San, um, Mr. Huang over at noon. Don't reveal anything first, and don't let him think that we have already

See through his identity."

I'm not sure whether he is the Third Prince Zhu. Since the name was given by Huang Li, he obviously didn't want to be exposed, so he just called him that for now.

Li Yue turned around and left happily, leaving only Li Laiheng alone in the room who continued to think.

"Huang, Li. Why did the third prince choose this pseudonym?"

Li Laiheng wrote these two words on the paper, thought hard for a while, and then wrote the homophonic or homophonic words "Huang Li", "Huang Li", "Huang Lie" and other words respectively.

"There is indeed a hidden meaning, but I don't know which one?" Li Laiheng clicked on the words "Huang Lie" and "Huang Li" with his pen.

"Huang Lie" read backwards means "Huang Lie". After Emperor Chongzhen's death, he was posthumously named: Emperor Zhuang Liemin, referred to as "Huang Lie". When Emperor Li is established, it can also be interpreted as the emperor will be established, or the emperor will be established.<

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Anyway, Li Laiheng's mind is quite open. He has preconceptions and clues can lead him closer to what he thinks.

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Here, after Li Yue left, someone had already come to bring Huang Li his morning meal.

A breakfast of multigrain pancakes, gruel, and salted radish strips, Huang Li thought it was normal. Even in later generations, he would never eat big fish or meat in the morning.

"Mr. Huang, please use it slowly." Yingying took out the food in the basket, bowed respectfully, and then stepped back.

Huang Li has no special feelings for this girl other than gratitude.

She is sixteen or seventeen years old, has a very slender figure, an oval face, big eyes, and a very delicate appearance.

There is still a gap between the standard of beauty of later generations, but she is bare-faced and natural, and she has small dimples when she smiles, which immediately adds a bit of brilliance.

"Thank you." Huang Li nodded and sat down to eat. He had given in twice before, but Ying Ying refused shyly, so Huang Li no longer forced himself on others.

In the village, the people eat two meals. Even the soldiers do the same when they are not at war.

The first meal is called morning meal, which is about nine o'clock in the morning; the second meal is called feeding, which is usually eaten at midday (around four o'clock in the afternoon).

Two meals a day also matched the living habit of "working at sunrise and breathing at sundown" at that time.

During the Ming Dynasty, common people in the Jiangnan area had already had the habit of eating three meals a day. However, they had porridge in the morning and evening, and dry rice was only available at noon.

While Huang Li was eating a simple meal, he was still thinking about where he would go in the future.

If history continues to develop on its original track, his stay here will be the countdown to his life, counting the days to breathe pollution-free air.

Since he didn't want to change his hairstyle, that is, the ugly money rat tail, and live an ignoble existence, he had no choice but to find a way to escape.

Going to sea seems to be a choice, whether it is to occupy an island or go to Southeast Asia to become an overseas Chinese, it is better than being a slave under the rule of the Qing Dynasty.

However, it is not that difficult to escape from the inland area at the junction of Sichuan and Hubei to the seaside. Maybe you will be caught by the Qing army on the way and lose your head due to unknown identity.

There is another option, which is to help the Ming army fight the Qing army, and that's it. If you win the counterattack, you'll get nothing if you lose. You might be able to survive and survive this crisis.

Of course, this requires the trust of the Ming army, at least the armed force of Li Laiheng. No one listens to you, and it will be useless to say anything, and nothing will be changed.

Although he still hasn't felt any earth-shattering golden fingers brought by time travel, Huang Li feels that with his strong body and agile mind, God has given him the capital to do great things.

What's more, his biggest cheating device should be the knowledge from later generations and the accurate understanding of historical trajectory.

Who told him to read the history of the Southern Ming Dynasty, especially the major events that took place in the final Battle of Kuidong? It cannot be said that he knows everything about it, but he also knows about it.

In three months, or maybe just over two months, the garrison troops transferred from Xi'an, as well as the forbidden Eight Banners from the capital, will enter this tiny land where the Ming flag still flies.

Two or three months should be the last chance. When the Qing army completes the encirclement, even if they have the power of heaven, they will not be able to reverse the situation.

Huang Li finished his breakfast, and Ying Ying quickly came over to clean up the dishes, while he stood up and walked out of the house with a heavy heart.

Brother Zhang Wu, who was taking care of or protecting or monitoring Huang Li, saluted and said to Huang Li with a smile: "Mr. Huang, you see, this is what the young master has told me to do. We have done it. Do you think it's okay?"<

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Huang Li was stunned for a moment, then raised his eyes to look around, only to find that there was a grass target set up on the courtyard wall not far away, and Zhao Xiaochuan was holding a somewhat familiar bow and arrow in his hand.

Zhao Xiaochuan had just grown a fluffy beard and was just a young man of seventeen or eighteen years old. He bent down and held up the bow and arrow in his hand with a smile.

"My young master is really, really nice to Huang." Huang Li always thought that Li Yue saved him, and of course this is not wrong.

He reached out to take the bow and arrow, looked at the target not far away, and felt that the distance was a bit close, so he stepped back again and stopped when he was almost at the courtyard wall.

Just like this, it's still not far enough. Huang Li was a little helpless and could only make do with it. After all, he only learned simple archery skills from Li Yue in the morning and had never shot an actual arrow.

Recalling Li Yue's advice and teachings in his mind, Huang Li drew his arrow and drew his bow, concentrating on aiming at the bull's-eye.

Just when he was about to let go and release the arrow, he suddenly made an adjustment. He only raised his front hand by a millimeter or two. It seemed to be natural, or it seemed that his hand was shaking. Even he didn't know why he did this.<

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The arrow left the string, flew over a distance of more than 20 meters, and hit the bullseye accurately. That's right, it was either a target or a bullseye the size of a copper coin in the middle.

"Good archery skills!" Zhao Xiaochuan was the first to applaud.
Chapter completed!