Around fall.
The red and yellow leaves are laid out on the streets and alleys of Tianjingxing, and the light blue four-position jet-tube aircraft rubs the treetops and flies low at a low altitude, like a pen nib passing through the bright color blocks, and then in the center of the capital city. Landed at an airport outside the area.
The group of people changed to military vehicles and set off towards the city center along the spacious high-grade highway extending in all directions, and arrived at their destination in the afternoon. The majestic but icy side door of the palace slowly opened, and a group of guards wearing royal uniforms walked out from inside, silently took a mobile self-restraint bed from the convoy, and set off towards the deep palace.
The white restraint was like spider silk, binding the emaciated, extremely weak, and paralyzed young foreigner on the mobile hospital bed, making him look like an insect that was about to die from blood sucking.
Along the way, the imperial people did not use the equipment to control Xu Le's audio-visual, and he was finally able to take a first look at this city that has always existed only in the imagination of the federal people - the imperial capital of Tianjing.
The vast maple forest on the outskirts of the city, the surprisingly wide expressway, and the buildings with different flavors all gave him a great shock. He must know that although the Federation has successfully acquired this huge The image of the city, but few people can see it with their own eyes.
But all the federal people who have seen Tianjing Xingdu should be dead, right
Xu Le knew very well that no matter what the emperor had in summoning him, death had already approached his body very clearly. Before he died, he could have a chance to see the capital of the empire and feel the atmosphere that the Commonwealth had never felt in his life. According to his inherent disposition, there should be a greedy and emotional light in his eyes.
Today, however, there is only peace in these small eyes. Even if he sees this majestic and majestic palace, which is known as the most spectacular human building in the universe, his heart is shaken, but his facial expressions are controlled extremely well.
The Imperial soldier who pushed the restraint bed to the depths of the palace, noticed the calmness of the federal prisoner, and couldn't help but feel a few strange feelings.
Calm is pretended, and cool is also pretended. Xu Le squinted at the huge cylindrical alloy building passing through the clouds in the distance. He guessed that it was probably the palace where the rumored emperor lived. Once again He was severely shocked, but his facial expressions became more and more cold.
How many really important moments can a person have in their life? Marriage, childbirth, funeral... Today, as a federal soldier, he is going to meet the biggest enemy of the Federation, the warlike, arrogant and cruel emperor of the empire. At this moment, he missed the wide sunglasses that Zou Yu gave him, and felt that he should be Du Shaoqing.
It didn't take long to ride the maglev elevator, which was forced to be phased out by the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission because of its huge energy consumption, and came to the sky from the ground of the palace full of flowers, trees and monitoring equipment.
Really heaven.
The sun in the distance moved slowly towards the horizon, the clouds just had a hint of sunset glow, the golden light was transpiring, and the red was shining, but it seemed to be floating outside the building, giving people a feeling of being within reach.
People who live here day and night, no matter how firm and steady their will and close to the bottom, will eventually be driven by the distance from the ground and the floating clouds around them. More and more accustomed to overlooking the common people and take this as a lifelong professional pleasure.
With a hint of slander, Xu Le, who was tightly bound, twisted his neck with difficulty, took his eyes back from the cloudy sky outside the palace, and squinted to the darkness ahead, and the back in the depths of the darkness.
That back belonged to a middle-aged man, a middle-aged man wearing a robe and sitting on a soft couch indifferently, holding a golden sword in his hand.
A screen is blocked in front of the soft couch, and it is painted with golden sunflowers. At this time, the sunset in the sky outside the building reflects the golden light, which makes the screen seem to be burning, and the sunflowers seem to be alive. The back of the middle-aged man became dim.
Because he is the Emperor of the Empire, the most powerful man in the universe.
No one in the federation has seen the real appearance of the emperor of the empire, only that he is called Huaifuchai, the seventy-ninth emperor of the empire's Baijin Dynasty, and the supreme monarch of the entire Zuotian star field. In fact, even ordinary nobles and civilians in the empire did not know what their emperor looked like. Since he ascended the throne, he has never appeared in any imperial media, nor has any image data leaked out.
Federal research suggests that the emperor deliberately maintained his mystique in front of his subjects in order to maintain the royal family's shaky rule.
In many relatively curious discussions, people even called the emperor and the intelligence chief of the Qinglongshan anti-government army the two most mysterious people in the universe.
Xu Le doesn't think so. In his opinion, the uncle with rotten teeth is really worthy of the mysterious two.
But as a federal soldier, how could he not be excited to see the Emperor of the Empire with his own eyes and get in touch with each other so closely
He got closer and closer to the full screen of golden sunflowers, the figure in the robe became clearer and clearer, and Xu Le became more and more nervous. Since escaping from Donglin, he has seen many powerful people with extraordinary momentum, and he is even a private member of the President's official residence. A frequent visitor to the dinner party, but for some reason, he always felt that the emperor under the robe gave him a particularly strong sense of oppression.
Is it the smell of power or the smell of death? Is it the identity of the emperor or the person himself? Xu Le couldn't tell the difference clearly, but he was sure that in his life, his mind was shaken like that when he saw Li Pif, the god of war for the first time in Qingcheng Military Prison.
Behind the screen stood Huacao Shi, and in front of the soft couch, a white-haired imperial noble was half-bowing and whispering something.
The emperor in the robe slowly raised his right arm. This simple action was enough to order the millions of troops to stop at the same time. Even the faint mist floating from outside the palace seemed to stop for a moment, and the nobleman stopped talking abruptly.
The Emperor's voice was a little low, like a thick book being blown by the wind.
"You killed Prince Delin?"
"Yes." Xu Le did not look at the Huai Cao Shi behind the screen, squinted at the back of the Emperor, and replied calmly, as if answering a small question about the cooking procedure.
"Did you activate the charter on 3320?"
"Yes."
"It was you who killed King Caton?"
"Yes."
The Emperor of the Empire did not look back, his eyes should have fallen on the old nobleman, and he let out a few strange laughter.
"What's your relationship with Nasri...?"
"never heard of that."
"Well, I heard that the last name he used over there was Feng Yu?"
The Emperor of the Empire slowly turned around, his face extremely indifferent and graceful.
Hearing the last question, Xu Le's pupils shrank suddenly, feeling that the restraint belt on his neck suddenly tightened a lot, making it difficult for him to breathe.