C2270 Rumor Spread

Facing Zai Chun's doubts, the Queen of course, righteously condemned the irresponsible actions of the French media. She advised Tongzhi not to believe this kind of retarded ploy to sow discord.

After getting an accurate answer, Zai Chun's heart was finally at ease. In his heart, he thought about finding another leg to hug besides his master, and he wanted to seize the advantage of having two boats. He didn't want to jump onto the other boat and sink the original boat.

After thinking about it, Tongzhi felt that it would be better to personally pay a visit to his master. His deliberate alienation this time around must have filled his master's heart with grievances, and he himself felt that it was a little too excessive.

The horse carriage brought Tongzhi to the Eastern Palace. When they reached the Eastern Palace, they realized that something had happened as soon as they reached, Hairy # 2 couldn't even get in the door. At this moment, he was kneeling alone at the entrance, surrounded by the vigilant British Army.

"Twenty? "What happened to you …" Tongzhi asked anxiously, but what he got in return was only Hairy # 2 shaking his head.

Tongzhi raised his head and looked at the layers of sandbag wall s behind the iron door. Looking at the familiar yet unfamiliar faces, a strange feeling surfaced from the bottom of his heart.

"What's going on?" With that, Zai Chun walked in. "Please inform the leader that disciple Zai Chun is here to pay a visit."

"Stand!" You're not allowed to enter, but if you come in again, I'm gonna shoot you. "Retreat!" Crash! * The sound of a bolt being pulled could be heard.

Zai Chun jumped in shock and pointed to his own nose: "Look carefully, it's me! Are you all crazy? Don't you even know me? "

"I'm sorry, but no matter who you are, for the safety of the leader, no one is allowed to enter the Eastern Palace. Your Majesty, you should leave! "

At this moment, Hairy # 2 suddenly shouted, "Father!" Tell me, could it be that Lord Father is injured? Are you sick or not, please tell me... "Wuu!" Hairy # 2 kneeled on the ground and cried loudly.

Zai Chun was also unclear about the details. He looked at the burning black marble walls of the East Palace, stomped his feet and said, "What's the use of crying? I'll go see my master, and you go see my godfather, and I'll see who dares to stop me. "

After saying that, Tongzhi pulled Zai Chun and rushed in. The surrounding British soldiers subconsciously wanted to stop them, but their eastern faces shrank back again.

"Stop!" "Retreat …" Just as he stepped through the door, he heard a loud roar from behind the sandbag wall, followed by a flash of lightning flying out. With a clang, the Katana stabbed into the ground in front of the two of them.

Yepingtai stood up from behind the sandbag and said coldly, "I don't care about your status, I only recognize the military order! One more step, and I'll kill you all! "

"Hiss …" Zai Chun inhaled a breath of cold air. He knew that these Japanese were all lunatics, in their eyes, only their master commanded them to do so. The rest of them, regardless of their identity, would not give face.

Crap, something must have happened to Master! Zai Chun did not dare to forcefully pull Hairy # 2 and slowly retreated. In his eyes, the Eastern Palace was already a shady matter that he could not understand.

A trace of fear suddenly emerged in his heart, and he even regretted leaving his master's team. Only when he left his master and was unable to get any details of the plan from him did he finally understand what it meant to have a high mountain as a sign of respect.

Since Zai Chun had jumped out of Master's boat, then Master would have stopped sharing of information with him. Zai Chun was completely unable to comprehend what game of chess the Chinese were playing, to the point that even Hairy # 2 could not understand it.

In front of his eyes was a fog, even more dense than London's largest fog. He only knew that his master was hiding somewhere within the fog, and was currently sharpening his blade, not knowing where to attack.

Fear, only deep fear. It was as if he knew there was a ghost in the mist and would attack him at any moment, yet he didn't know where the ghost was and what kind of method it would use to attack him.

"Go …" Let's go! From the looks of it, Master definitely has his own plans and will not meet us … "

"Master …" "Sob, sob, sob …" Er Mao had already knelt for more than two hours, he had no other choice but to allow Tongzhi to drag him towards the carriage.

Behind a window on the second floor of the Eastern Palace Clan, Xiao Letian, who was hidden in a corner, looked at Hairy # 2 apologetically. "Sorry, Hairy # 2, I absolutely cannot show myself now. Even if you kneel for three days and three nights, I won't see you …"

That evening, the newspapers in London began to publish all sorts of bizarre news about Figaro. Of course, the British media naturally did not speak any nonsense about house arrest. The fact that they knew about it was nothing more than a little more jokes and gossip.

Benjamin did not think much of this matter. After all, the Londoner had seen a lot of scenes and even the newspapers on the day of Xiao Letian's humiliation had seen it.

The rumors stopped with the wise, Benjamin thought so.

However, he never expected that after the second day, the situation would become very strange. Following the first shot from the Figaro newspaper, the London newspaper began to replay the story. The result was that from the second day, this story would quickly be reprinted on a large scale in Europe.

Portugal, Spain, Italy, Austria, Switzerland, Norway, Sweden … Almost all the European media outlets forwarded the news of Xiao Letian being placed under house arrest.

Since ancient times, journalists had always liked big news, and seeking for new information was their standard of conduct. It was common for dogs to bite people or dogs; they just didn't care if Figaro's report was real or not.

All of a sudden, there was an uproar in Europe and everyone was so shocked that their jaws dropped. "Oh my god!" Are the English crazy? Imprisoning a prime minister? or on a normal diplomatic visit? "

"It's fake, right? Even if Benjamin had a pig's head, he wouldn't do such a stupid thing, would he?

"No mistake, the photos are already out. Look at how many British soldiers are surrounding the East Palace and all the Chinese people inside the sandbags, what does that mean? "It means that both sides are in a stalemate. The British must be trying to coerce the Chinese to do something, and the Chinese didn't agree to it so they used force to threaten us!"

"That's right, that's right! With Englishman's tyrannical personality, she can do it!"

This time, the situation would escalate. In those days, there were no telephones, television, or the internet. People could only rely on backward, slow letters to communicate information.

In addition to the low level of public education, only Prussia had a limited number of compulsory education in the whole of Europe, so the literacy rate was slightly higher.

The common people at the bottom still believed in the great dragons that lived in the Alps, the cannibals that lived in northern Europe, and the Atlantic serpents that could swallow a ship.

In this era of confusion, the people did not have much ability to think independently. They had chosen to blindly follow the words of the newspapers at the first possible moment.