Pampering the sea

There was a heavy fog on the sea in the morning, and as the sun gradually rose, the fog became thinner. Just as the fog was about to disperse, Xin Yue saw Chu Zhiling's large fleet surrounded by a car. Beside the stagnant big ship, the ship is about thirty feet long and five or six feet wide, with iron nails densely arranged, which is magnificent. The ship has three sails, which are unusually eye-catching in the morning sun.

Xin Yue is no stranger to this kind of ship. This is a high-end warship of the Dutch maritime power in the [-]th century. It is called a plywood ship.

It shouldn't be surprising to see this kind of ship, but Xin Yue still frowned slightly. What kind of world is this?

This world has China, Japan, the Netherlands, and the United Kingdom. According to various signs, it should be the time and space of the 17th century, but what troubles her the most is that China in the 17th century should be ruled by the Ming Dynasty. The situation in the last years of the Ming Dynasty, but there is no Ming Dynasty here at all, only the Ming Dynasty that is slightly similar to it.

Internal strife, ruling corruption, corrupt officials are prevalent, the common people are living in dire straits, there are endless pirates in the southeast sea area, and the rampant pirates have even reached the point of breaking into the house.This is the general background of the present era.

She understands the butterfly effect. No matter how small things are, they can cause huge changes. When I was living in the special forces of the Navy, that is, the Marine Corps, I was told by the chief that seemingly insignificant links often have special effects. Is it because The arrival of her tiny dust made the trajectory of time and space slightly deviate from the original history?

Or did she come to another unknown time and space?

Unable to verify, I can only put it down for the time being and wait and see.

Shaking his head and thinking about it, it seems that the most important concern now is not the issue of the times, but the issue of his own survival.

Chu Zhiling wanted to kill her, how could she sit and wait for death?

Xin Yue was leaning halfway on the mast of the ship, her light purple dress looked more and more elegant and noble, the faint expression on her face seemed to be in control of everything, she smiled slightly, and there was a kind of captivating beauty in her laziness and charm.

"Augustin, that beauty is..." The silver-haired and closed-eyed Dutch officer Pompey stared at the direction where Xin Yue was standing, unable to move his eyes for a long time.

Augustine is Chu Zhiling's Christian name.

Chu Zhiling was also slightly taken aback. It was extremely unruly for a woman to lean against the side of the mast, but when she stood idly, there was a bit of willful elegance.

However, seeing Xin Yue's appearance like this, Chu Zhiling's first reaction was not admiration, but a touch of surprise and annoyance - this woman's courage is too much.

He was going to kill her anytime, how could she still be so leisurely?

Chu Zhiling glanced at Pompeo next to him, and responded lightly: "It's just a prisoner." Pompeo wanted to say something more, but Chu Zhiling interrupted him in fluent Dutch: "Commander Pompeo, due to time constraints, there is no I have time to treat you well, now I have someone prepare a banquet in the first cabin, please take a seat."

Pompeii nodded, but his eyes were the lavender figure lingering in the distance. Xin Yue seemed to know that someone was looking at her, and turned his head slightly, his eyes flicked back and forth on Chu Zhiling and the nearly fifty-year-old Pompeii. Then he revealed an extremely shallow, elusive smile.

Then without even looking at the two of them, he turned around and walked to his room.

This noble and alienated attitude, the mysterious temperament that is hard to see like rain or fog, makes Xin Yue tempting to contemplate like an orchid in an empty valley, leaving countless nostalgia in a glimpse.

The man standing behind Pompeo pulled Pompeo's clothes and woke up Pompeo's mind in time: "Sir, go in."

The man has an oriental face and a white Korean-style Confucian shirt. It looks like he should be Pompeii's assistant.

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"Brother, Uncle Pompeii seems to want that woman very much, why don't you give it to him?"

In the evening, Chu Yan, Chu Zhiling's confidant, asked Chu Zhiling rather puzzled.

At the banquet at noon, Uncle Pompeii mentioned Xin Yue repeatedly, but Chu Zhiling kept a perfunctory attitude of avoiding talking about it. Even Chu Yan could see Uncle Pompeii's thoughts. .Now that Pompeii is gone, the eldest brother still has no will to give him someone.

Seeing that Chu Zhiling didn't answer, Chu Yan asked tentatively: "Brother won't think about it, so keep it for yourself?"

"What nonsense are you talking about?" Chu Zhiling reprimanded lightly.

And thinking of Xin Yue's appearance, a smile involuntarily crossed the corner of Chu Zhiling's mouth.

That smile, in Chu Yan's eyes, was a little mysterious and a little weird.

Chu Zhiling said: "It's a wild cat with sharp claws. If you send it to others directly, it will scratch people. We have to cut her claws first."

"time to eat."

In the evening, when the mood was rising, a sailor knocked on the door of Xin Yue's room. From the very beginning when he came here, Chu Zhiling arranged for others to bring her meals. It seemed that he didn't want to see her, but he didn't want her to starve to death. .

Xin Yue took the lunch box, closed the door, and gently lifted the lid of the lunch box.

After taking a few bites, the sailor outside heard the sound of chopsticks falling to the ground. He took out the key he had prepared in advance and quickly opened the door, only to see Xin Yue lying on the table, as if he had passed out.

Listening to the sailor's report, Chu Zhiling calmed down a little and said, "Don't be in a hurry to send her to Pompeii's ship, but bring her here."

Xin Yue was brought over, and Chu Zhiling pointed to the clothes on the table, and said to his subordinates, "Change this clothes for her."

The sailor hesitated: "Brother wants me to change it for her?"

Chu Zhiling nodded.

The sailor obeyed and put Xin Yue on the ground, and a pair of dark hands reached out to the clothes on Xin Yue's chest.

"Wait." Chu Zhiling said uncomfortably, "You go out, I'll be fine."

Chu Zhiling hugged Xin Yue to the bed, took off the light blue coat she wore after the bath, and put on a pink robe that lay flat on the table. The pink dress made the woman lying on the bed look more delicate, Chu Zhiling Zhiling looked at her face in a daze, and then called his subordinates: "Send her to Uncle Pompeii, just say it's my kindness, and hope that the future cooperation will be more pleasant."

Xin Yue was sent away, and at the beginning of the moonlight, Chu Zhiling finished explaining some things, and then walked on the cabin, his eyes touched the deck chairs on the deck, and for some reason, Chu Zhiling stopped walking.