"What's the secret?"

"Why did Lord Liu learn from those old scholars who like to keep it a secret?"

Liu Chang said: "Let me ask, Zhao Ying is stupid and the public is full of grievances. Why can he still sit firmly on the throne?"

"Bah!" The general who was still the loud voice just now: "It's not you old gentry who are blindly loyal! Outside, you suppress the refugees everywhere, inside, you defend the imperial power, his emperor certainly sat as firm as Mount Tai!

I said, if you want to change the world, you can kill you lackeys first!"

Liu Chang was spitting and laughed instead of being angry.

The man was so furrowed that he smiled: "What, I'm wrong!"

"Of course it's right! Since our old gentry can protect him, of course we can protect others. This is the key point I mentioned."

A word woke up the dreamer, and many people already realized what Liu Chang meant.

"The prince returns to Beijing, and our old gentry supports the protection. What you have to do is help the prince return to Beijing."

The dim room fell into a long silence.

King Yunxiang Zhao Feng was not in a hurry, and even picked up the cold tea on the side and savored it carefully.

After a while, seeing no one answered, Liu Chang said, "That's it, I'll say you agree."

"Agree, I agree." Zhao Feng smiled at everyone: "What do you mean by sir?"

Everyone wanted to speak but stopped, but they were not a royalist party and had secretly formed a faction with King Yunxiang. Since King Yunxiang had no intention of the throne and wanted to support others, what else could they say besides supporting them?

In this way, a plan was simply formulated to meet Meng Tang and the prince, and the crowd was not dispersed until late at night and left here.

The long street is deep and the night is as quiet as a pond.

Zhao Feng was the last one to leave. He draped the old cloak handed over by the servant on Ye Xingyun's shoulder, and the latter quickly refused.

"I am a martial arts practitioner, and I'm not afraid of the cold."

"Miss Ye is so boring." Zhao Feng smiled, but he still insisted on putting his cloak on her shoulders.

Ye Xingyun also realized that what he said was a bit boring. Yes, why bother to reject others' kindness?

"Where is Miss Ye going? Are you going back to Jishantang?"

"Well, are you going home?"

Zhao Feng smiled again and said, "The streets are full of people who want me, so how can I go back to me?"

"It's me that I'm not thinking well..."

"If I have a place to go back, I will invite you home, and you don't have to go to Jishantang to carry the body."

"Then...where are you going?" Ye Xingyun blinked his clear eyes.

"I have my own place to go, but it's more indecent than Jishantang and I can't take you there."

"No, it's a chaotic world, life and death are unpredictable. As long as you can survive, there is no need to say that you are decent or not."

"That's right, it's the reason. Then I'll see you tomorrow! Say goodbye, Miss Ye."

"Goodbye..."

Ye Xingyun raised his hand and said goodbye to him, turned around and walked into the dark alley.

"Miss Ye," Zhao Feng called her again: "I've gone wrong, go back!"

Ye Xingyun turned around and thanked: "I've been here for a few days and I'm not familiar with it..."

"Well, be careful on the road."

"good."

Watching the figure disappear into the darkness and can no longer be seen, Zhao Feng still stood there motionless.

"Prince..." The servant opened his mouth and saw a cloud of white mist: "Let's go back, aren't you cold standing here?"

"Not cold..." Zhao Feng said in a trembling voice: "You don't understand. Look, when you see her, your heart is warm. How could it be cold..."

"Don't be stubborn, your legs are trembling..."

"Ah?" Zhao Feng rubbed his arms: "Yes, it's a bit cold. Let's go, go back!"

"good!"

The master and servant avoided the way they came and went to Dongshifang. In the past, there was no curfew in the capital, but since Meng Jun started his army, the shops and the people in the capital have closed their doors tightly. If there is no curfew, it will be a curfew.

It's right.

Just a miserable

The refugees who entered the capital could no longer search for leftovers in the bucket of rich people in the middle of the night, so the bones were frozen to death. Ye Xingyun said that he would help Jishantang carry the body every day.

Not an exaggeration at all.

"Do you think that girl just now, is she interested in me?" Zhao Feng walked on the road, hunched his neck and squeezing his hand while asking the servant beside him: "I always think she is interesting to me."

"The villain's eyes are clumsy."

"…"

Zhao Feng gritted his teeth and said, "No, you are not clumsy, you are blind."

"…"

Although they avoided the way they came, they were still not peaceful. The dead patrol soldiers were discovered. Meng Jun ordered a strict investigation in the capital, so there were more patrols in the middle of the night.

They evade all the way before finally returning to Dongshifang and hid in the cellar that was originally used to store vegetables and meat.

But in the palace, Meng Jun, who was in trouble in the capital, was still not anxious or slow down, and he was even a little excited.

What does this mean? It means that Zhao Feng can no longer hold it in and has already started to act.

As long as he is still active in Beijing, as long as he dares to emerge, are he still afraid that he will not be able to catch him?

Sure enough, everything was as he expected. At noon the next day, the refugees in Jishantang in the middle of the capital began to get into chaos because there was no porridge to eat.

Immediately afterwards, the city guards who were originally besieged and disarmed rushed out of the encirclement and pressed towards the west gate!

Meng Jun was excited when he received the news and quickly ordered: "Hurry, Zhao Feng is about to escape!"

When he personally led his troops to the West City Gate, he saw refugees and the defenders hitting the city gate, and the capital was in chaos.

"Tell me the order! Those who dare to approach the city gate will be killed without mercy!"

But when those thin and hungry people really jumped in front of them and wailed and pushed, who could really kill these powerless people?

Especially when they saw Meng Jun tall and mighty, wearing armor, they looked like a god, and they were even more crawling and kneeling on the ground like crazy: "Please save us, General! Save us!"

"There are soldiers and bandits in my hometown who have nowhere to live. Who knows that they can still starve to death after entering Beijing!"

"Help, General! Help!"

"I don't want to die, I don't want to die!!"

Seeing the refugees surrounded Meng Jun and his troops like a tide, Meng Jun was furious and drew his sword first.

"Zhao Feng! Are you a human being? You actually use the people as your shield to protect yourself! Zhao Feng! I, the eldest brother, really misread you!"

However, no matter what he said, Zhao Feng would not show up.

"Zhao Feng, if you don't show up again, I'm really going to kill people! Anyway, there are always people who die every day, so I don't care about taking more of these!"

After saying that, he raised a torn girl directly from the crowd.

I saw that the girl was held in his hand like a rag, and he didn't even have the strength to cry. She was as thin as a plague chicken.

"Zhao Feng! You're optimistic! She died because of you!"

After saying that, he was about to stab the girl into the belly with a knife, but hundreds of refugees were in an uproar and rushed towards Meng Jun more and more like a tide.

Meng Jun was pushed to the ground by someone, and the girl in her hand fell out.

He said angrily, "I, Meng Yuanshan, guarded the northeast for many years! I have never attacked the people who are my great! Zhao Feng, don't force me! Don't force me!"

At this time, in a restaurant not far away, Zhao Feng frowned and said to the people around him, "Let's go."

"Your Majesty, you don't have to!" The man was tall and mighty, and had served in the city guarding army. His eyes were as bright as a torch: "Your Majesty is here to watch the show, we are all ready!"

After saying that, he quickly left without waiting for Zhao Feng to say anything.

Zhao Feng was at a loss for a moment: "Didn't you agree to use me as bait today?"

But the people around him stopped him: "The prince's body is so precious, how can you be a bait?"

"If something goes wrong with the prince, what should we do!"

Zhao Feng said anxiously: "You are confused. What are I afraid of when I make a mistake? I can't let any mistakes outside the city be true!"

"But now I don't know if the person outside the city will make a mistake. What if... is it? We also want to keep one!"

Zhao Feng had no choice but to go downstairs again. The old ministers pulled him tightly and pulled him like this until someone shouted on the street: "If you don't want to be a traitor, you will break out of the siege with me!"

He looked down on the railing and saw the city guard guarding a man of his figure heading towards the east gate!

The man moved very quickly. He couldn't even see his face clearly even when he stood upstairs. Meng Junli could not see clearly even if he was far away.
To be continued...