Naturally, Xiao Yu would not blame Zhou Neiguan. The two of them had no intersecting interests in the past, so they met by chance.
When things happen, everyone takes advantage of each other, does not hinder each other, secretly stumbles, and can even say a few words for himself. Xiao Yu has already expressed his gratitude to him.
The sky gradually became clearer, and a group of more than ten people walked along the tall and solemn palace wall towards the Hanzhang Hall.
In this queue, Zhou Neiguan walked in front with two Xiaohuangmen, Xiao Yu and Zhu Yi followed behind in a few wrong positions, and more than ten other Su Guards followed in two lines at the end.
Perhaps because of Zhou Neiguan's advice, no one really regarded Xiao Yu and Zhu Yi as prisoners anymore. The Su Wei soldiers were like bodyguards and did not interfere excessively in their behavior.
As long as they were following Zhou Neiguan, they would not interfere with small actions such as whispering.
As for those little actions, to put it bluntly, it was Zhu Yi who was taking the initiative to talk.
Xiao Yu always seemed to be absent-minded, and even if he replied a few words casually, it would be a hasty prevarication. After doing this a few times, Zhu Yi saw some clues, so he gave up the conversation and walked his own way silently.
Xiao Yu's absent-mindedness was naturally because he was thinking about things in his mind.
After thinking about it, he looked up at the sky. The dark clouds on the horizon had drifted into the distance, which seemed to indicate that the weather should be good today.
This inevitably made him want to think about the "good luck" that his father had during his divination, but this good luck made him frown, and every step he took made him feel vaguely like he was walking on thin ice.
The road ahead was troubled and complicated, with countless possibilities lingering in his heart.
He couldn't help but take a closer look at the forbidden palace scene that should have been extremely novel to him as he moved forward.
The pavilions and palaces are still magnificent, but after last night's massacre, there seems to be a sense of sadness and desolation behind this grandeur.
Traces of the palace massacres can still be seen inadvertently on the road. The water on the ground is still red with blood, and fragments of smashed porcelain bottles and pots can be seen everywhere.
What was even more shocking was that he also saw a severed hand lying alone on the ground, with small and slender fingers. It turned out to be a woman's hand.
Xiao Yu passed by the severed hand, and he couldn't help but wonder who the original owner of this severed hand was? Perhaps a court musician; is she still alive? Perhaps she was already dead, and her body was stacked with other corpses, being pulled by a carriage to a remote place for burial.
After walking for some distance, flies buzzed in the ears, which made people feel disgusted, but suddenly the open space in front of them was filled with all kinds of corpses, including men, women, old and children, like a small mountain.
Xiao Huangmen who was walking in front was so frightened that one quickly left the queue and vomited while holding on to the wall.
Zhou Neiguan yelled and scolded: "It's just a dead person, how can I scare you like this? You haven't seen anything more cruel. What kind of rebellion is this?"
Zhou Neiguan deliberately used the word "rebellion" to describe last night's events, which aroused the dissatisfaction of the more than ten Suwei soldiers behind him. If it weren't for that sophisticated and slippery commander, those soldiers would have drawn their swords out of their sheaths. .
Xiao Yu frowned. He could vaguely sense Zhou Neiguan's true stance.
Everyone bypassed the piles of corpses temporarily parked in an open space and walked into a narrow passage surrounded by two palace walls.
Not long after walking, there was suddenly a faint shout of murder coming from outside the wall on one side.
Xiao Yu frowned and looked up in the direction of the sound, but the tall palace wall blocked his sight, and he found that others around him didn't seem to care much about the war outside.
"Little prince..." Zhu Yi whispered.
"What's up."
"That's the direction of Chonghe Gate. Is the fighting fierce? Whose army could that be?"
"It's not your Five Guards Army anyway."
Zhu Yi was not angry: "No matter whose army it is, it can only be said that they do not accept Xiao Wei as emperor. Who else will they support..."
Xiao Yu narrowed his eyes, and some things suddenly appeared on the paper as soon as he analyzed them.
But while his heart was surging, there was a faint worry in Xiao Yu's heart, and everything seemed to be more complicated and confusing.
"Stop talking nonsense, just take it one step at a time! No one who becomes emperor can stop you, Shizhong Zhu, from getting promoted and making a fortune."
A strange color suddenly flashed across Zhu Yi's face, and he stopped talking.
Unconsciously, the group of people walked more dullly.
The noise of shouting to kill gradually faded away without realizing it. Xiao Yu remained silent, but his mind stayed on the shouting to kill just now.
What he lacks now is information, information from the outside. Apart from the fact that he is on the way to be summoned by the "pseudo-emperor" Xiao Wei, he knows nothing about the situation outside.
Who is attacking Chonghe Gate? What is the purpose of those attackers? After experiencing so many things, he will no longer think about the good and simple direction of people's hearts. He is not sure whether the attackers will be again. Another group of thugs.
Or the other party is really an army of King Qin, and they also lack information in the palace, but the most uncontrollable thing is... When they rushed to Hanzhang Palace under the flag of King Qin, they found that the emperor had already died, and the most qualified person was The emperor's princes are standing in front of the Hanzhang Palace as the target of their conquest. What should they do? It is estimated that the crazy army will not just massacre the palace by then, I am afraid they will massacre the city!
There are many other assumptions, but Xiao Yu dare not think about them in detail. In any case, times make heroes. For the Qi Empire and thousands of people, it is time for him to bravely step forward to be a hero! He shouldn't always think about hiding behind his father.
"Zhu Shizhong..." Xiao Yu suddenly whispered.
Zhu Yi looked surprised. Xiao Yu didn't seem to take the initiative to talk to him along the way.
"Are you a profit-seeker?"
Zhu Yi was even more surprised. He didn't know what this young prince, whom he had never quite understood, was going to do.
"There is no shame in being a profit-seeker. Who do you think has a greater chance of winning, me or Xiao Wei?"
Zhu Yi thought for a moment: "Of course he is the King of Huainan. This is self-evident... But when it comes to profit, it is more beneficial to follow the young prince."
Xiao Yu snorted: "Old fox."
Zhu Yi smiled. He seemed to think that "old fox" was Xiao Yu's compliment to him, so he let it go.
"My young prince, Wei Chen is indeed a profit-seeking person. Profit comes first. The greater the risk, the greater the profit. Wei Chen loves to take risks!"
"I know, if I have a chance, I will find a way to send you out and bring your five guards to King Qin." Xiao Yu's eyes turned cold, "Xiao Wei is sitting on the throne to kill Xiao Wei, if... no if... …”
Zhu Yi's eyes flashed: "Young prince, have you figured it out?"
"If I don't want to go to the front desk, it won't work. I'll be forced to have no choice. Well, it doesn't count as being forced to have no choice! It'll be sour to say it again."
"Wei Chen understands, there is no need for the young prince to think of a way for Wei Chen. At the critical moment, Zhu Yi will have his own way to get out of the palace. When the time comes, the young prince will wait for Wei Chen's good news!"
Xiao Yu smiled coldly. The powerful aura hidden under the flawless white face made Zhu Yi's throat sore and he wanted to kneel down on the spot. Maybe it was a kind of surrender from the bottom of his heart.
Xiao Yu suddenly grabbed his broad sleeves: "What are you doing, don't stop, keep going forward."
Zhu Yi said "No Nuo" yes.
At this moment, the two of them suddenly saw a thin figure appearing at the end of the aisle in front of them.
It was a little girl with big eyes and a fair-skinned face that was calm and natural, and she didn't look cowardly.
She walked towards the group.
Those clear water eyes kept staring at Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu smiled at her, and she smiled back.
She is exactly that little palace maid, Kitten.
Zhou Neiguan, who was walking in front of the team, also saw this little palace maid who was not afraid of life. He felt that she had no palace etiquette, so he started to scold her at the top of his voice: "What kind of wild girl did you come from? You can't meet His Highness the Crown Prince." If you don’t know how to avoid it, stop!”
It seemed that Mao Mao couldn't hear Zhou Neiguan's words at all, and kept walking towards Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu smiled and said to Zhou Neiguan: "Gong Zhou, forget it, she is someone I know, so please forgive her for being rude!"
Zhou Neiguan was a little surprised, but the young prince had spoken, and under such special circumstances, it was inconvenient for him to "teach etiquette" to this young palace maid, so he gave up and continued to move forward.
The kitten came to a place not far from Xiao Yu, turned around, and followed the team not far or near.
The kitten's eyes were always staring at Xiao Yu, and the smile on his face seemed to be much more than last night, but he never spoke.
Those who didn’t know better thought that the kitten was originally mute.
"Did you go back last night?" Xiao Yu asked.
"Yeah." Kitten nodded.
"Sisters are fine, no one will bully them last night!"
"Um."
"Why are you back again? Is there anything else?"
This time the kitten spoke: "Don't worry, I want to come out to see if the young prince is safe."
Xiao Yu smiled warmly: "Then you saw that I am not very good."
Mao Mao tapped Xiao Yu's clothes with his chin. After being washed by the night rain, it was still wet, but there were already several holes on it. These were probably from the knife that struck Lu Zixun's head during the fight. The cut was open, but the clothes seemed to be stained with blood.
"Don't worry, that's not mine, it's someone else's." Xiao Yu said.
"Oh." Kitty nodded again. She thought for a moment, "Where are you going?"
"Hanzhang Palace."
"oh."
When the team walked out of the passage, Mao Mao suddenly stopped where he was and raised his eyebrows at Xiao Yu.
Xiao Yu glanced at her curiously; "Want to go back?"
The kitten shook his head and nodded again.
Xiao Yu didn't understand what she meant by nodding and shaking her head.
The kitten said: "I feel relieved to see that the young prince is safe and sound."
"Is that all?" Xiao Yu was a little surprised.
"Um."
The kitten nodded, turned around and ran to the other end of the fork.
Such a beautiful little girl just followed the team for a few steps and then turned around and ran away. This made everyone present confused, including Xiao Yu.
The group of them continued to turn north and saw Hanzhang Hall right in front of them.
Xiao Yu took a deep breath and turned to look at Zhu Yi. He suddenly felt that Zhu Yi looked a little nervous.
Xiao Yu smiled and said jokingly: "Shizhong Zhu, you must seek wealth in danger!"
Zhu Yi suddenly realized his gaffe, pulled himself together, and grasped the aura of the current Zaifu.
The group of people came to the square outside the main hall, and they didn't know when a lot of people had gathered there.
Most of them were palace officials and maids, mixed with some injured imperial guards.
Others gathered alone, deliberately keeping a certain distance from the palace people.
They should be ministers of the court. Just look at the court uniforms, which are either scarlet or green, and their ranks are not high. They should all be officials from various yamen who were on duty in Taicheng last night.
And around these people, every ten steps would stand a Su Guard soldier wearing bright armor, holding a long gun, and looking majestic.
Zhou Neiguan led Xiao Yu and Zhu Yi to pass through the square. The dozen or so Su Guard soldiers who were originally following the team stopped after entering the square.
Under the command of a general wearing Mingguang armor, they were organized into a queue to guard the "hostages".
And Xiao Yu needs to follow Zhou Neiguan to continue to the Hanzhang Hall.
The people present all cast curious glances at them. Most of them wanted to see what the legendary "silly prince" Prince Jiangxia was like.
"Although he is a bit depressed, why can't I see any difference between him and normal people?"
"Ah! The young prince is looking at the slave. He...he is so handsome..."
"Our family has seen him once in the past. It seems... this is not the young prince!"
Being judged by others along the way, Xiao Yu still felt a little strange, as if he was running on the street without clothes.
And these palace ladies did not seem to shy away from their gazes at all, they only stared at Xiao Yu.
After passing through these crowds, near the steps of the main hall, they were greeted by another group of people.
It was a group of officials, wearing various official uniforms. Their eyes were also looking at Xiao Yu, but they were not as careless as the palace people.
They are a group of scholars, and they still have some etiquette.
When Xiao Yu passed by them, many people bowed their hands to Xiao Yu and bowed deeply.
Xiao Yu tried his best to return the gifts one by one, but when he returned the gifts, he found that Zhu Yi beside him was also returning the gifts, which made him feel a little embarrassed.
This made him confused whether these people were saluting him or the high-ranking Zhu Shizhong.
After leaving these people, behind them came the whispers of the officials, who seemed to be criticizing him.
At this time, Zhu Yi on the side whispered: "They are all officials below the fifth rank. The young prince does not need to salute them."
Xiao Yu nodded numbly: "I was embarrassed just now. These people are all paying tribute to Zhu Shizhong!"
Zhu Yi suddenly smiled bitterly: "Little prince, they are definitely not looking at the humble ministers."
"Why?"
"Micro ministers have a bad reputation, and many of these officials disdain to associate with micro ministers,"
"Would the history books of future generations also write you down badly?"
"Wei Chen doesn't care, so let's leave it to future generations to comment on!"
When the two of them said this, the steps leading to Hanzhang Hall were right in front of them.
