MTL - Prodigal Son of the Ming Dynasty-v2 Chapter 1769 Evil prevails

  Chapter 1769 The Evil Manifests the Righteous

  The fleet traveled all the way south.

   On the way, Zhu Houzhao seemed to be very interested in the whole 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 return to my cabin, staring at the map, holding a vernier or charcoal pencil, and stay for a whole morning.

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

   There are often 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, and is always in the process, as happy as a child, dancing and dancing, finally... After the fish is cooked, sprinkle some thirteen incense, and hold the delicious grilled fish in his hands .

It was too hot in the kitchen. 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. Unfortunately...he was still on duty and could not drink. Serve a pot of old Shaoxing wine, warm it up, it will be like a fairy enjoyment.

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.

  Looking at the hand that suddenly grabbed the grilled fish, Liu Jin's eyes suddenly showed a fierce look!

  Eunuch Bingbi, the dignified ceremonial supervisor, Xichang Changgong, thanks to the Marquis, robbing him of his food, this is no fun.

  But when 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: "Unexpectedly, you still have these two brushes. This boat is very lonely. Grandpa, I am so tired..."

   Not long after, Fang Jifan picked the grilled fish with his teeth and 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?"

  Liu Jin's face softened a little, he remembered that there were 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.

  When he drank halazi, he often had more time than when he ate.

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

  Liu Jin simply set up an oven rack at the stern of the boat, tumbling the fish and shrimp skewered with iron sticks 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 His Majesty's order, and a group of strong and strong men came here one by one excitedly, and then 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 at this moment, stretched out his hand, and kept gesturing 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 is already familiar with using a razor, and let him bleed a little.

  His Royal Highness is weak and needs timely treatment.

  He has the devil in his blood, as a royal barber, of course... In Francier, barber is almost synonymous with 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' 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.

  The treatment this time made his body start to tremble unceasingly.

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

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

  The 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 to get 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... there has to be a more academic approach.

  He whispered a few words to the assistant behind him without hesitation.

  The assistant hurried out of the bedroom.

  His Royal Highness is in a very bad condition, his body is still shaking, and then his eyes start 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 an iron 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 the King is 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 treatment, but in the name of God, the righteous knights are fighting the devil unyieldingly for the final time.

  The Royal Barber raises 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 are going to jump out.

  The situation of His Highness the King is very bad.

   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.

  The next thing the barber did not hesitate to hit was another blow.

  His Royal Highness felt his head...like a heavy blow. Almost at this moment, he felt that his consciousness was going to be blurred.

finally…

  The hymn gradually entered the 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, glanced at His Royal Highness, and said, "Your Highness, are you feeling better?"

  His Royal Highness the King did not speak, but just stared blankly at the royal barber, opened his mouth slightly, and the halazi flowed out consciously.

  The royal barber stretched out his hand to detect the breath of His Highness the King, 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."

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

  The priest showed a gratified smile.

  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."

  (end of this chapter)