You can't punish a great official, and you can't control a prince.
No carriages, horses or sedans are allowed on the streets in Hejing, except for the princes and nobles.
The carriage of Duke Rongguo slowly stopped in a deserted back alley. The driver brought the stool and put it down. Mu Tingyu got out of the carriage with two haggard dark circles under his eyes.
The front door of the restaurant was closed, but the back door was wide open, but there was still no business.
As Mu Tingyu entered, a waiter came to greet him. Mu Tingyu said tiredly as he walked: "I'm not here to drink. I know this is Qingque Pavilion. I'm here to see Mr. Zou Xia Bu Zou."
The personal attendant who was following Mu Tingyu immediately handed over a special piece of wood-paper flower note.
The waiter took it, the flattering smile on his face disappeared, and he whispered: "Young master, come with me."
After walking through the long corridor and entering an ordinary bedroom, the waiter activated the mechanism on the wall and led Mu Tingyu down the secret passage. When he came out, he saw an ordinary house with a slightly larger area, with a front yard and a backyard.
There are chickens and ducks, clucking and quacking.
When the clerk entered the house, he saw a bookboy standing at the door of Mr. Zou's study and said, "Mr. Zou, do you have guests today?"
The book boy said: "Yes, who is this?"
The waiters didn't know either, and they had nothing to ask about the identity and affairs of the guests in Qingque Pavilion.
The clerk just handed the wooden paper flower note in his hand to the book boy.
The boy looked at the front and back and said, "There are guests inside, so we have to wait first."
As soon as he finished speaking, he heard a middle-aged man's voice coming from inside: "Wen Peng, please come in, Mr. Mu."
The book boy and the waiter were stunned and looked towards Mu Tingyu.
Mu Tingyu looked at the closed door and raised his thick eyebrows.
The boy looked at the prince, who was not very tall, and thought that he was indeed as good-looking as the legend said, but he was really short.
He opened the door and said: "Your Majesty, please."
The space inside the house is far larger than what Mu Tingyu had imagined. It is quaint and exquisite, and the room is full of books.
He raised his head and looked around, then looked at the fishing boat singing evening screen facing south.
After walking around the screen, Mu Tingyu was dumbfounded.
Shi Guoxin stood behind the screen, his hands behind his back, his face cold, and he cast a faint glance at him.
Opposite Mr. Zou's desk, a thin and indifferent figure in plain clothes was holding tea and drinking it slowly.
Mu Tingyu stood there as if he had been struck by lightning, neither advancing nor retreating.
Xia Zhaoyi looked sideways, with a pair of clear and bright eyes hiding a slight smile.
Mu Tingyu coughed slightly and went over and said, "No wonder Mr. Zou was able to tell me my identity just now. It turns out that Miss Ali is here."
Xia Zhaoyi said: "Prince Mu doesn't seem to have slept well."
Mu Tingyu smiled, went over to sit down awkwardly, and said hello to Mr. Zou.
Mr. Zou raised his hands and bowed his hands, saying, "Why is the young prince Mu coming here in person?"
Mu Tingyu was silent, he gave an embarrassed smile, and his head couldn't turn around for a while.
This girl is sitting here, and what she wants to say cannot be said.
And if you just make up a reason, it would be a waste of the opportunity to come here.
In those days, the Qingque Pavilion in Yong'an was full of people coming and going, and it was like a bustling place, so anyone could easily visit.
Now the one in Hejing is no longer good. It is so hidden that Mu Tingyu is really afraid that if he leaves the room now, he will not be able to find them next time.
Xia Zhaoyi said with a smile: "Young Master Mu, haven't you slept well these days?"
Mu Tingyu didn't want to admit it, so he said uncomfortably: "No, my prince is sick, Xiao Xiao has been ill."
Xia Zhaoyi said: "Before, when we helped the people, the prince lost a lot of money and couldn't sleep at night. Now that something happened to Lu Mingfeng, is the prince afraid that when Lord Zhu Xian died, you, who were also present, would follow the example of Qian Yuandeng and Lu Mingfeng?
What followed?"
Mu Tingyu clasped his hands tightly and forced out a smile: "How could it be possible? Miss Ali already knows that my heart is kind, and this prince is a very good person."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "You came to Mr. Zou to ask Qingque Pavilion to help you leave Hejing?"
Mu Tingyu was helpless. He had always considered himself a smart man, but after falling into the hands of this girl one after another, he knew that he couldn't do any tricks in front of her.
Mu Tingyu told the truth and said: "Well, but I want to leave Hejing not because I am worried that you will be harmful to me, Miss Ali. But," his voice became lower, "I am afraid that the Li Qian Building will collapse. Miss Ali, you They will definitely attack the emperor, right?"
Xia Zhaoyi said: "Isn't it always him who attacks him?"
"What happened to Commander Lu was probably your fault..."
"it's me."
Mu Tingyu looked sad: "Well, everyone in the court is speculating about what he has committed, but Yanguang Palace is silent and has not revealed a word to the outside world."
Xia Zhaoyi smiled: "Isn't it the same when the Xia family was raided?"
"So, I want to run," Mu Tingyu turned to Zou Xiabu, "Mr. Zou, that's why I'm here today..."
"It's not that Li Qian's building is about to collapse," Xia Zhaoyi suddenly interrupted him, "Mu Tingyu, the only ones that will collapse are the Li family."
Mu Tingyu frowned: "What Miss Ali means is..."
"I was still young and could not stop the changes in the world. Now that I have grown up, if Li Zhi abandons Kyoto and escapes again, you will see whether the world will fall into endless chaos like Yong'an did."
She said this calmly, but the energy contained in her words made Mu Tingyu feel deafening.
There is almost no doubt that Mu Tingyu is very sure that she can indeed do it.
"No one in the world is surnamed Li," Xia Zhaoyi continued, "This world is the world of the people, not the world of Li Zhi. There is no such thing as a building that will collapse, only a building that changes its owner, or a flood of water capsizes the boat. He The Li family will fall down, and no one can be crushed to death."
After a pause, Mu Tingyu whispered: "No one can be suppressed. How is this possible? The emperor still has a lot of military power. If the Li family falls, those armies..."
"Those armies can then grow their own brains and no longer be puppets in Li Zong's hands."
"The government..." Mu Tingyu's eyes suddenly brightened, and he looked at the girl, "Miss Ali, do you want to ascend the throne?"
After saying this, Mu Tingyu was stunned for a moment.
The girl in front of him was a woman, and he actually said that he wanted a woman to ascend the throne. What was even more bizarre was that he actually felt that this was a matter of course and there was nothing wrong with it.
"Me?" Xia Zhaoyi sneered softly, "No."
This smile was light and careless, showing complete contempt and disdain for the throne.
Mu Tingyu was puzzled: "Why not?"
Xia Zhaoyi smiled and looked at Zou Xiabu: "Mr. Zou, you have been able to do what you have been asked to do today."
Zou Xiabu hurriedly said: "Miss Ali is polite, this is what Qingque Pavilion should do."
Xia Zhaoyi said goodbye to him and left.
But when he walked to the screen, Xia Zhaoyi turned his head and looked at Mu Tingyu and said, "Before he died, Master Zhu Xian said two words, common people."
Mu Tingyu was frightened when he heard the word "Zhu Xian" and said uneasily: "Well, what happens next..."
