The road into the palace was surprisingly smooth. Except for the occasional hurried soldier, Xiao Jing didn't see any signs of battle.

If it weren't for the fact that he could still see the fire in the palace from a distance, if it weren't for the obvious bloody smell in some of the aisles that couldn't be removed immediately no matter how much he cleaned, he would even think that this was just an ordinary edict to enter the palace.

The man who led the way led him to an empty field and said respectfully: "Uncle, please rest here, someone will summon you later." ”

Xiao Jing nodded, and after the man saluted, he hurried away.

The guards were on guard all around, but Xiao Jing was looking thoughtfully at the firelight that was still some distance away.

The whole palace is a wooden structure, is it really okay not to go to the fire?

Or is the fire already under control, and the people there are only "technically" letting the fire burn in a certain hall, and deliberately stand by and watch?

Anyway, more lives are going to die quietly tonight, right?

Compared with the mysterious silence in the palace, the bright night sky brings real tranquility and serenity.

Xiao Jing took out a newspaper from his arms and read it by the light of the surrounding fire.

It wasn't the Mirror, it was Pan Feiyu's newspaper.

Of course, Xiao Jing would not deliberately buy this newspaper, and besides, there is nowhere to buy it now-but since he was able to pick up this newspaper with yesterday's issue date on the way here, it shows that Pan Feiyu is also trying his best to maintain the exposure of his newspaper and continue to provide public opinion support for his master in this treacherous and sinister environment.

After reading a few pages, he tossed the newspaper aside.

Pan Feiyu's newspaper has only one theme: to drum and cheer for King Zhao's great cause!

It's full of meaty and even disgusting touts. Although many of the articles were written by the world's famous Confucians, the text still felt very uncomfortable, and it is no wonder that good newspapers were thrown on the side of the road like waste paper, and they were not even qualified to pad the corner of the table.

The newspapers boasted that King Zhao was in the sky and there was nothing in the earth, as if it was a unicorn that was rare in a hundred years—such a compliment seemed to be a great irony today, when the proud and arrogant King Zhao had died.

Xiao Jing shook his head.

Little Pan, I should have taught him: the deepest compliment is always moisturizing and silent—although it is not so passionate and not so eye-catching, the exaggerated sentences will be forgotten after a while, and only the sweet and clear spring water can slowly flow and nourish the reader's heart.

It is conceivable that at this important juncture that can determine the fate of many people, Xiao Pan, who is obsessed with power and wealth, has been lost in the so-called dragon gong and has entered a terrible state of madness.

Otherwise, how could he have come up with such a newspaper? But as long as King Zhao still has a little sanity or brain, he should be regarded as a pig teammate, right?

At this moment, King Zhao's ambition is in vain, and where is Xiao Pan? Is it a trembling life? Or have you left the capital far away? Or was he arrested as a member of Zhao Wangyu's party?

Just when Xiao Jing was sighing about what happened in this great change, the guards in the distance suddenly let out a broken shout: "What person! ”

As he shouted, everyone's eyes were drawn to him, and dozens of steel knives were unsheathed at the same time.

Xiao Jing turned his head to look and saw a few disheveled clothes and nervous waiters standing there, and his guards were interrogating this group of people.

This is actually quite normal: the palace is messed around with blood and pestles, and the eunuchs and palace maids will naturally flee in all directions, and some of them will also take some valuable gadgets with them, which is not uncommon in various dynasties.

As long as they don't take anything important, ordinary people won't pay attention to these people - Xiao Jing also saw a few people who were obviously eunuchs running away on the way here, and he didn't see anyone to embarrass them.

Knowing this, he walked over to see what was going on.

However, the farther he went, the more solemn his face became.

When he walked up, the guess in his heart finally became a reality: among these "chamberlains", there was a person he was very familiar with!

Obviously, the other party also discovered him.

In a short split second, the heroic face changed several expressions: surprise, joy, anger, and then complete defeat......

When Xiao Jing approached, the man standing with a few attendants quietly lowered his head, not daring to look at his face again.

"What do you sneaky people want to do?"

Amidst the shouts and questions of the guards, Xiao Jing carefully looked at Chen Zhongwen, whom he had met not long ago.

I have to say that this dress is really not suitable for him - although he may have found an inner servant of similar height and size to change his clothes, but a prince can't play the temperament and style that suits this dress in a hurry anyway.

Fortunately, he is not yet old enough to grow a beard, otherwise it would be a matter of minutes.

Seeing his appearance, and thinking about all kinds of strange things that happened in the palace, Xiao Jing had a bold guess.

"If you go back to the military master, our family ...... I have to go out of the palace to do errands. ”

The leading chamberlain replied with a double force, and the people behind him, including Chen Zhongwen, also echoed.

"Errands? What are you doing, could it be that you are still on the emperor's errands at this time? One of the guards opened the baggage brought by the waiter, revealing the porcelain vase inside: "I think I need to anoint the soles of my feet, right?" ”

A group of guards burst into laughter, and the leading chamberlain smiled dryly: "Master Jun, this army is in chaos, don't expose the villain's shortcomings...... In the past few days, half of the palace people who have run away have not been six or seventy percent, and the villain has no choice but to ......"

Xiao Jing looked at the conversation between the two sides coldly and did not say a word.

"There is a prince hidden in this group" - for whatever reason, he does not want to expose this fact, even if someone tells him that this matter is of great importance one day and will affect the overall situation and the so-called "great cause".

Because, Chen Zhongwen is his friend.

The two are not the kind of relationship that grew up together in open crotch pants, Chen Zhongwen came to the newspaper less than half of Shao Ning's, and the difference in their identities also determined that they could not become close friends who talked about everything.

However, from the day when Chen Zhongwen voted with his feet to show his attitude and chose to become the editor of the newspaper, Xiao Jing regarded him as his brother in the subsequent work together - whether he was a prince or an idler in a neighboring village, he was already a member of the newspaper family.

"Alright. Hurry up and get out, I'm too lazy to bother with you. ”

One of the guards waved their hand to signal them to leave, and he did not even take the belongings of the chamberlains—it seemed that the good people were very sympathetic to these poor people, fearing that they would not be able to live without anything when they left the palace.

The attendants thanked them and then raised their feet to leave.

At this moment, a person rushed over, shouting loudly: "The head of the family has an order, all the palace people will take it down, and they will be screened one by one afterwards...... Don't let one go! ”