When Zhou Weiguo came to this quaint house again, two days had passed, and the time had reached the agreed date.
In the past two days, in addition to buying two braids, he also bought a set of nice-looking mandarin jackets.
After dressing up a little bit, he actually looked like a rich Manchu son from the Qing Dynasty.
Liu Zhihui knocked on the door again. He was a little depressed. He felt that Zhou Weiguo was not loyal enough for not taking him with him. He didn't think there was any danger in entering the Manchukuo palace like this. Because Puyi would not attack Zhou Weiguo as long as Zhou Weiguo was not exposed.
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Zhou Weiguo looked around and found that the old gentleman was also a trustworthy person and did not tell the Japanese about his affairs. This made Zhou Weiguo feel relieved.
This shows that the preliminary foundation for cooperation is already in place.
The old mottled vermilion door was quickly opened, and it was still the middle-aged man from last time, the old gentleman's son.
"Hey, Brother Zhou, here we come."
"Well, I'm sorry."
"You're welcome, please come in!"
He still welcomed Zhou Weiguo very much. However, looking at Zhou Weiguo's dress today and his father's schedule and instructions, he knew very well that the young man in front of him did have a purpose. However, for this purpose, he
It’s also a joy to hear and see.
The middle-aged man brought the two people into the hall.
Zhou Weiguo looked at the old man in the hall and sighed slightly. Although his hair was a little whiter, he was energetic, his back was straight, his eyes were still bright, and he was leaning on a cane in his right hand.
"Old sir." Zhou Weiguo cupped his hands as a salute.
"Hmm." The old man stared at Zhou Weiguo from the moment Zhou Weiguo came in. He needed to see if something was wrong, but after looking at it for a while, the corners of his mouth curled up. Only now did he confirm that what was in front of him was
This person really came to cooperate with him, because he paid attention to details and was meticulous, and he didn't find anything wrong.
Brand new mandarin jacket, most of the forehead is bare, and there is a braid at the back, there is nothing wrong with it.
"Let's go." The old man said, "You will be standing behind me in a moment, and you don't have to say anything."
"Yes." Zhou Weiguo agreed, "I'm sorry to bother you, sir."
"Ziwen, prepare the car." The old man looked at his son and said.
"Yes, father." The middle-aged man nodded and went out. The so-called backup car was nothing more than driving out his own black car, with him as the driver.
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Zhou Weiguo looked at this black car, which had the characteristics of this era, and sighed slightly. Liu Zhihui sat in the passenger seat, and he and the old gentleman sat in the back.
"When you enter the palace later, don't say anything. If anyone asks, I will tell you that you are my nephew. Since you are close in age to Lord Long Live, I brought you to Lord Long Live to see."
"Yeah." Zhou Weiguo nodded, "I know."
"Okay, Ziwen, let's drive."
"Yes, father." The middle-aged man nodded. His father had previously told him not to ask or tell, and he listened to his father's words very seriously.
The car started moving forward slowly.
This house is only a ten-minute drive from the Imperial Palace of Manchukuo.
The old man was sitting in the car, holding a cane in both hands, closing his eyes and relaxing.
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The car stopped quickly, and Zhou Weiguo had already seen the Japanese soldiers serving as guards.
This Puppet Manchukuo Imperial Palace, even the guards, were Japanese soldiers.
Zhou Weiguo smiled, what kind of life was this Puyi living?
The Japanese soldiers quickly glanced at the old man and then motioned for them to get out of the car.
Zhou Weiguo also nodded and got out of the car. Then he opened the door from the other side and asked the old man to get out of the car.
The old gentleman slowly got out of the car, and then took out a book of identification, "Today, I came to the palace to accompany His Majesty the Emperor."
"Who is this?" the Japanese guard spoke not very proficient in Chinese.
"This is my nephew." The old man said, "I am about the same age as your Majesty, and I just came back from Japan, so I want to relieve your Majesty's boredom."
The guard nodded, looked at the ID, and then gestured, "Please."
"Thank you." The old gentleman didn't look down on the Japanese guards. He knew that if he didn't look good to the Japanese, the Japanese would not look good to Puyi. Therefore, he never looked good to these guards.
Zhou Weiguo stood behind the old man and followed him in.
This palace is not as grand as the Forbidden City in Beijing. It seems that the layout is much smaller, and the temperament is more mottled.
When passing one of the rooms, the old man and Zhou Weiguo were stopped by someone.
The old man cooperated with the Japanese who stopped them, and took the initiative to stretch out his hands for inspection. Zhou Weiguo also did the same action, and soon another Japanese soldier began to search Zhou Weiguo's body.
Of course, this body search was quite complete.
Searched everything from top to bottom.
Zhou Weiguo's face looked a little ugly. The Japanese took advantage of the search and moved on him.
"Mr. Lian, please." After the Japanese finished searching, he said he could go in.
The old man's brows relaxed slightly. In fact, when he was a minister, he had to be searched when he met the emperor. However, most of the time, he only needed to take off his coat. Unlike the Japanese, who raised and lowered their hands without respect, nodded, and thought about themselves.
He fastened the buttons on his mantle, looked at Zhou Weiguo, did the same action, and breathed a sigh of relief.
To be honest, it was actually very risky for him to bring Zhou Weiguo to see Puyi, because where Puyi was, there were Japanese spies everywhere.
He didn't think that Zhou Weiguo could quietly bring in any piece of paper with something written on it.
Afterwards, the two people left the room and continued walking forward under the guidance of a Japanese soldier.
Zhou Weiguo followed the old gentleman and frowned slightly as he looked at the slightly dark corridor. The conditions where Puyi lived were not bad, but they were very worrying.
He once saw records saying that Puyi's bed had a mechanism that could turn the bed over instantly and move people under the bed. It was said that it was to guard against the Japanese.
Slowly walking upstairs, Zhou Weiguo observed all the way.
There are actually not too many guards here. But outside the palace, the guards are quite strong. Not to mention, the Kwantung Army headquarters is right next to it. Once something happens here, the Japanese will quickly respond.
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When we reached the third floor, the guide stopped and said, "Mr. Lian, His Majesty the Emperor is inside."
"Well, thank you." The old gentleman didn't have any impatience. The better he looked towards these people, the emperor he cared about would have an easier life. The saying goes that the king of hell is easy to talk about and the devil is difficult to deal with. This is the truth.
The guide nodded and then retreated. He was not worried about what the old gentleman and the tall-looking young man next to him would do, because there were people of theirs everywhere.
The old gentleman exhaled and knocked on the door. Soon, a man without a beard hunched over and opened the door, "Mr. Lian."
