This had already been expected by Han Zhao, and he was not discouraged, and instead shouted: "Where is Tu Qingzhong, come out!"

The army also followed suit.

After shouting like this twice, Tu Qingzhong appeared on the city wall.

Shouting his name outside shook the national capital, and the people around him stared at him with strange eyes, Tu Qingzhong couldn't afford to lose this face.

Han Zhao laughed when he saw him: "Prime Minister Tu, two hours have come, what excuse do you have?"

Tu Qingzhong's cheeks twitched: "Marquis of Zhenbei, the soldiers are all disrespectful to my king! What is your identity, what is his identity, he doesn't have to come to see you in person." After he chose to stay and break off for King Wei, he was ready to be shameless.

Han Zhao said "oh": "It turns out that face is more important than the people, and distinguishing between the superior and the inferior is more important than stopping the war and strife!"

"Tu Qingzhong!" he smiled coldly, "The dignified David Monarch, how can you be so despicable and shallow, it is obvious that you are pretending to spread your will!"

He was lucky, although he spoke alone, he could spread for more than ten miles. Don't say that the officers and soldiers at the head of the city, even the people in the city who are close to the victory gate, can also hear every word and every word.

He was scolding King Wei for being contemptible and shallow. And at this moment, even the urchin knew that the king was nowhere to be seen, even if he could stop the war by appearing at the head of the city.

So, did the king of a country really run away and abandon the subjects of the entire capital?

Tu Qingzhong had already expected the current situation, and he coughed: "Han Zhao, my king allows you to lead thirty horsemen into the city and go to Tianyao Palace to ask for guilt!"

This is said to be extremely scoundrel, and anyone with normal intelligence knows what the consequences will be if Han Zhao brings such a small number of people into the city.

It's just an excuse.

The people in the city talked a lot, and the officers outside the city were also red-eyed like Shi Congyi.

Han Zhao was calm, his purpose was only to delay time, and he couldn't delay the fight again.

"What is the guilt of this marquis?" he said in a long voice, "but the king killed his father and killed his brother first, and abandoned the subjects of the national capital last. Fortunately, God has eyes, and His Royal Highness King Yu has returned safely, but the murderer he wants to identify has already fled!"

Tu Qingzhong is trying to draw everyone's attention to this topic, but it can't be fake anyway. Unexpectedly, Han Zhao himself brought it up first, so he hurriedly continued: "Where is King Yu?"

Han Zhao turned around and nodded at the army.

So in the army, a young man rode out, Shi Congyi, Gu Jishan left and right, supporting him.

There were more than a dozen figures on the city wall, and their eyes were focused on the city—not all the courtiers had evacuated with the king, and many of those who remained.

These people either do not have enough titles and miss the best opportunity to escape, or their family businesses are in Shengyi and they can't give up, or they are dissatisfied with what King Wei has done, and they don't believe in the cruelty of Zhenbei Hou.

At this time, an official exclaimed: "This is too similar!"

They had been officials in the court for many years, and had seen the little prince on various ceremonial occasions. The young man brought by the Marquis of Zhenbei at this moment is indeed too similar to His Royal Highness King Yu, who was killed two years ago!

That nose, that mouth, and even the angle of squinting are also the signature movements of the old Xiao family!

At this moment, there was also a buzz on the city wall. From officials to soldiers, there were doubts in their hearts.

It's no wonder that Zhenbeihou is so confident, the young man he found is at least eighty percent similar.

Tu Qingzhong was very calm, and the scene in front of him was not as he expected: "Everyone, don't be impatient! Although this person looks similar to His Royal Highness King Yu, he is not exactly the same!"

An official on the side immediately retorted: "Yuwang had an accident two years ago, when he was more than nine years old, and now he is twelve years old. ”

At the age of nine, he is called a child, but at the age of twelve, he is already a young boy, and human beings grow rapidly at this stage, and their facial features will also grow. Even if King Yu is really alive, how can his appearance be exactly the same as two years ago?

Tu Qingzhong ignored these voices, and only shouted to his subordinates: "Wu Na boy, where are you from? The state affairs are dangerous, you don't want to be used as a gunman by the Marquis of Zhenbei, and in the end you will have nowhere to stay, and become a sinner of David through the ages!"

Xiao Mi looked up at him, her face was not afraid, but smiled: "Mr. Tu, you don't recognize me?"

Only he knew that tens of thousands of eyes from above and below the city fell on him, and the incomparably heavy pressure could almost kill him. He stiffened his waist and pole, so that he did not fall off the horse.

He even felt that the air was so thin that he could not breathe. But he can't show a little embarrassment, otherwise his prestige in this life will be ruined, and others will no longer be convinced.

"I don't recognize you!" Tu Qing said in a loud voice, "You are not His Royal Highness King Yu!"

"How do you know I'm not?" Xiao Mi's voice was loud. He heard his heart beat like a drum and had to inhale hard, "What do you know that makes me sure I can't stand here?"

Liao Honghyun, who was hidden in the army, looked at him worriedly. This kid is thin-skinned and timid, and he used to cry and have red eyes when he was scolded twice, but now Han Zhao wants the little boy to stand up and face all the doubts and suspicions—at such a critical juncture, under the noses of tens of thousands of people.

How can her good boy afford it?

Du Heng stood beside her and held her hand hard, as if he knew what she was thinking: "Don't worry, he is stronger than you think." ”

Liao Hongxun shook his head and said astringently: "I know him." He must be uncomfortable now!"

"Learning to ride a horse was his own request. ”

Liao Hongxun was slightly stunned: "What?"

"I said that it was he who offered to learn equestrianism, and I never forced him to learn it. Du Heng said softly, "He also secretly swam in the linden river and climbed the camphor tree." ”

Liao Hongxuan said unhappily: "The linden river has drowned people every year, and he still dares to ......" Speaking of this, he suddenly stopped.

Is there really a side of this child that she doesn't know?

Tu Qingzhong in the city was secretly angry, this kid's mouth was as poisonous as Han Zhao's, and he really deserved to be a good person.

How His Royal Highness King Yu died, everyone knows. Tu Qingzhong knew that he was the poisoner of King Wei Xiao Jing, but so what? Old King Wei and His Royal Highness King Yu are no longer there, and the only orthodox direct bloodline left in the royal family is Xiao Jing, the prince at that time, and it is only natural that he will be crowned.

Now, Tu Qingzhong is also for the same reason, voluntarily staying behind and sticking to Shengyi. As for the truth of King Yu, he understands King Wei's heart and methods, since King Wei is sure that his younger brother is dead, it is a heavy hand and a poisonous hand, and the chance of King Yu surviving is too slim.

"You are standing here today to have the inside story. Tu Qingzhong retorted, "Just one face can't prove that you are King Yu." There are so many similar people in the world!"

He was about to ask a few questions, but Xiao Mi had already interrupted him: "Evidence, I have it." Mr. Tu—"