Faced with Zai Chun's doubts, the Queen of course condemned the French media's irresponsible behavior righteously. However, the Queen advised Emperor Tongzhi not to believe in such feeble-minded tactics to sow discord.
After receiving the accurate answer, Zai Chun felt relieved. What he was thinking about was to find someone else to hug him besides the master. He wanted to take advantage of both boats, not to jump on the other boat and scuttle it again. The original ship.
After thinking about it, Emperor Tongzhi thought it would be better to go see the master in person. His deliberate alienation during this period must have made the master full of resentment. He also felt that it was a bit too much. He should take advantage of this opportunity to relax a little.
The carriage carried Emperor Tongzhi to the East Palace. As soon as he arrived at the East Palace, he found that something had happened. Er Mao could not enter the gate at all. At this moment, his lonely figure was kneeling at the gate, surrounded by British troops who looked wary.
"Er Mao? What's wrong with you..." Emperor Tongzhi walked over and asked eagerly, but all he got in return was Er Mao shaking his head sadly.
Emperor Tongzhi looked up at the layers of sandbag walls behind the iron gate, looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces, and a strange feeling emerged from the bottom of his heart.
"What's going on?" After saying this, Zai Chun raised his legs and walked inside. "Please inform the head of state that disciple Zai Chun is here to visit..."
"Stand! Don't come in. I'll shoot if you come in again... Back off!" There was a clatter of gun bolts being pulled.
Zai Chun was startled and pointed at his nose, "You can see clearly, it's me! Are you crazy? You don't even recognize me?"
"I'm sorry, no matter who you are, for the safety of the head of state, no one is allowed to enter the East Palace... Your Majesty, please step back!"
At this time, Er Mao suddenly shouted, "Father! Tell me, is Father injured? Is he sick? Please tell me... Wu Wu Wu!" Er Mao knelt on the ground and cried loudly.
Zai Chun couldn't figure out the details either. He looked at the burned-black marble walls of the East Palace, stamped his feet and said, "What's the use of crying? I'm going to see the master, and you're going to see the godfather. Who dares to stop you?"
After saying that, Emperor Tongzhi picked up Zai Chun and rushed in. The British soldiers around him subconsciously wanted to stop him, but the Dongfang faces who looked at them shrank back.
"Stop! Go back..." As soon as he stepped through the door, he heard a loud roar from behind the sandbag wall, and then a bolt of lightning flew out, and a sword was inserted in front of the toes of the two of them.
Nohira stood up from behind the sandbag and said coldly, "I don't care what your status is, I only recognize military orders! If you take one more step forward, I will kill you!"
Hiss... Zai Chun took a breath of air. He knew that these Japanese were all lunatics. They only saw the master's orders and would not give face to others no matter what their status. Noheita could do whatever he said.
Something bad must have happened to the master. Zai Chun did not dare to be stubborn and pulled Er Mao back slowly. In his eyes, the East Palace in front of him seemed to have become an incomprehensible shady scene.
A trace of fear suddenly appeared in his heart, and he even regretted leaving his master's team. It turned out that he only understood what it meant to stand high on the mountain after he left his master and could not get the details of the specific plan from him.
If he jumped out of his master's ship, his master would also stop sharing information with him. Zai Chun couldn't understand what kind of chess the Hua clan was playing now, not even Ermao could understand it.
There was a fog in front of him, even more than the largest fog in London. He only knew that the master was lurking somewhere in the fog, sharpening his sword and he didn't know where to start.
Fear, only deep fear, as if he knew there was a ghost in the fog and would attack him at any time, but he just didn't know where the ghost was and how he would attack him.
"Let's go... let's go! It seems that the master must have his own plan. He will not see us..."
"Master...wuwuwu..." Ermao had been kneeling for more than two hours. He had no choice but to let Emperor Tongzhi drag him to the carriage.
Behind a window on the second floor of the East Palace, Xiao Letian, who was hiding in the corner, looked at Er Mao with apologetic eyes, "I'm sorry, Er Mao, I can't show up now. Even if you kneel for three days and three nights, I won't see you." your……"
That night, newspapers in London began to publish the bizarre news from Le Figaro. Of course, the British media would not say nonsense about house arrest. They knew the truth. This forwarding was just to add a little more laughter and talk to the public. That’s all.
Benjamin didn't take this matter too seriously. After all, London citizens had seen big scenes. They had also seen the newspapers on the day Xiao Letian made a fool of himself. It was originally a riot and protest by French and Russian immigrants, and it had nothing to do with house arrest. Not close to each other.
Rumors stop at the wise, Benjamin believed that.
But I never expected that the situation would start to get weird after the next day. As Le Figaro fired the first shot, and then the London newspaper forwarded it, the result was that starting from the next day, this nonsense Continuous reports quickly began to be widely reproduced in Europe.
Portugal, Spain, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, Norway, Sweden... almost all European media forwarded the news of Xiao Letian's house arrest.
Journalists have loved big news since ancient times. Seeking novelty and difference is their code of conduct. It is commonplace to write about dogs biting people and men biting dogs. They don’t care whether Le Figaro’s reports are true or not, as long as they can increase sales.
Suddenly, public opinion in Europe was in an uproar, and all the people were shocked. "Oh God! Are the British crazy? Imprisoning the prime minister of a country? Or is this during a normal diplomatic visit?"
"Is it fake? Even if Benjamin had a pig's head, he wouldn't do such a stupid thing. Hold a grand welcome party and then slap himself in the mouth?"
"It's unmistakable. The photos have come out. You see, so many British soldiers have surrounded the East Palace, and the Chinese have set up sandbags inside. What does this mean? It means that the two sides are in a stalemate. The British must have coerced the Chinese to do this. Why did the Chinese threaten to use force because they didn’t agree to something?”
"That's right, that's right, a British guy can do it with his domineering personality!"
The situation escalated at this time. There were no telephones, televisions, or the Internet in that era. Information exchange between people in different places could only rely on backward and slow letters. Even newspapers could not report the events of the day on the same day.
In addition, the people's education level is too low. Only Prussia in Europe has implemented limited compulsory education, and the literacy rate is slightly higher.
Ordinary people at the bottom still believe that there are giant dragons living in the Alps, that there are still cannibal tribes in Northern Europe, and that sea snakes in the Atlantic can swallow entire ships.
In this confusing era, the people have little access to the truth and have little ability to think independently. They all choose to blindly follow whatever the newspapers say.
