Since the 37th Constitutional Calendar, in the hearts of every Federalist, there has been an ugly imperial man. In their eyes, these ruthless enemies of Zuo Tianxing are uncivilized murderous savages who live in a closed and outdated social system. Struggling lower races.
Just like Xiong Linquan's angry roar on the Mohua planet, he felt that it was impossible for the imperial people of the dog days to have worthy of praise. Li Feng, who has been fighting against imperial soldiers in Xilin since he was twelve years old, instinctively thinks that the imperial people are not good people.
Xu Le squinted at the starry sky outside the window. Thinking of his bizarre background, he couldn't help laughing at himself. In the past few years, he fought for the Federation and the Empire. It turned out that all the people who killed were his own clan. It is a lower race in the minds of the federal people.
Dressed in brilliance and guarding his own right and wrong, he has been silently and stubbornly walking on the path he thinks is right, but the white clouds in the sky have not had time to turn into grey dogs, and the mulberry fields on the ground have not been swallowed up by the sea. Became a prisoner, a poisonous seed buried deep in the federation by the imperial people. No one can easily accept this strong contrast. Xu Le, who has the roughest nerves in the universe, can only make himself no longer crazy and use the night sky outside the window to force it. calm.
On the phone that day, President Pabble asked him if he felt that people all over the world felt sorry for him. At this moment, he really had this feeling. An outcast of the empire was standing alone in the federal prison cell. The universe is slowly moving away from him.
A deep, dark loneliness enveloped his whole body, and he stood quietly by the window for a whole night, until the double moon dissipated and the stars fell, and the horizon turned white willow.
Schiller once famously said: The coming day is longer than the past year. The original meaning of this phrase is to refer to the unexperienced future, which is better and more valuable than all the past combined.
But for Xu Le at this moment, the meaning of this sentence is that even if he has only one day left to live, he can only spend it in anger, pain, struggle and loss, and it will be extremely long.
The newly born red sun struggled to jump out of the horizon and shone on the prison window from the side. Xu Le was awakened by the sudden strong light, squinted his eyes subconsciously, and suddenly remembered that the few years after his escape from Donglin Here, my truly happy and peaceful days were actually in the humble courtyard in the slum area of Zuotian Xingyu.
Are Imperials really not inherently good people? In fact, he had never thought of it this way. Aunt Susan and Paul are good people, and the imperial officer under the 5460 glacier is also a good person. So, what about the imperial people? The key is who you are.
The wandering thoughts flashed in his mind like a bright light, and then disappeared, making Xu Le's somewhat confused mind calm down a lot.
After being silent for a long time, he picked up a sharp metal shard on the ground, turned it towards the glass, picked up some long hair, and cut it off slowly and carefully, the black hair fell slowly on his side as the shards were cut. feet.
The slightly deformed face on the glass window was still familiar, but the hairstyle was cut short and almost flat, and it looked different in length and messy, like a burning weed.
The cell door slid open silently, and the pale and thin-faced Tai Zhiyuan walked in. He kicked the leg of the bed that was smashed by Xu Le. He moved his steps with some difficulty, walked behind Xu Le, and looked around at the miserable people around him. The scene, after a moment of silence, he sat directly on the ground and carefully put down the metal box in his hand.
Xu Le turned his head to look at Tai Zhiyuan, and said hello calmly.
"coming?"
"Well, here we come."
Tai Zhiyuan raised his head and looked at his messy short hair, frowned, and answered simply.
In fact, both of them knew that when it was confirmed that Xu Le was the seed of the empire, Tai Zhiyuan still came to visit the prison, which would require Mochou Houshan to spend a lot of resources, and what kind of psychological struggle he went through last night.
"sit down."
Tai Zhiyuan sat on the ground and greeted him, then laughed at himself, and said, "Since that Imperial Prince Delin is your uncle, then you are most likely the real prince of the Empire, and it may really be your bloodline that matters. No wonder you have never respected me, the fake prince, since you knew me."
"Don't talk nonsense." Xu Le kicked away the garbage on the ground, sat down directly, and said, "I never believed in these disgusting bloodline theories, even if I was a dung digger, there is no reason to respect the respect you want. way to respect you."
He followed up with a sentence: "Apart from being better than me in bed, how can you compare to me?"
Tai Zhiyuan didn't argue with him today, looked at him with a complicated expression, and said, "You are really surprising. I thought I would see a bloodshot-eyed martial madman today, but the one who appeared in front of him... is actually the same you."
"I don't know if I should praise you for being like a barrel with pure nature and nerves, or I should laugh at you for being an ignorant, fearless, stinky stone. After just one night, you accepted the fact that you are an imperial."
Tai Zhiyuan smiled mockingly and said, "It took me all night to figure this out."
"The biological contrast is what you look at. I trust you. Although the Charter Computer is... just a cold machine, I don't think it can make mistakes. So no matter how you think about it, the identity of the Empire can't be escaped, so apart from accepting it, you can also any idea?"
"Makes sense."
Tai Zhiyuan was silent for a moment, took out the metal box, opened it, lowered his head and said seriously: "I will remember the friendship between you and me, and in the future I will tell my descendants that my best friend is an imperial man."
"I remember you should get married this fall." Xu Le asked.
Tai Zhiyuan smiled and replied, "It's delayed."
Xu Le was silent.
Tai Zhiyuan pushed the metal box in front of Xu Le and said, "Porridge with scallion pancakes. After eating, you can go on the road in peace and die."
Xu Le was very sober and calm. No one in the entire federation would help him, not even his best friend. This had nothing to do with betrayal, and even more nothing to do with cowardice. It only had to do with the centuries-old racial hatred between the federation and the empire.
The last friend sent him the last ride to meet the good friend underground. It was not too painful, so after Xu Le took the porridge and scallion pancake, he simply said hello.
Like a whale absorbing water, he drank the porridge in the box and ate three scallion pancakes. Xu Le, who was slightly full, suddenly looked at Tai Zhiyuan and said, "In the last few days, I don't want to eat in the prison cell, can you help me arrange it? Just let them let me go to the dining hall for dinner?"
Tai Zhiyuan vaguely captured some information from his words, and suddenly raised his head and stared into his eyes. Xu Le did not evade, but looked back at him calmly and persistently, with only the strong desire to survive and the most thorough frankness to his friends in his eyes.
After being silent for a very long time, Tai Zhiyuan said in a low voice, "I will try."