Waifucha brushed his sleeves.
The emperor's sleeves can scatter the stars, but they can't take away a cloud in front of Liu Diye's tomb. Xu Le is like a stone, seemingly unaware of his anger, unaware of his resentment and hatred, the storm brewing in his sleeve, Just looking at him quietly, those thick and surprisingly thick black eyebrows did not tremble at all.
After the wind from the south blew the wicker dozens of times, Huaifuchai finally suppressed the anger in his chest, his eyes narrowed slightly, like a lion staring at the little fleshy lion who only cares about playing on the red wasteland, with a cold tone. Continue with your own snarky comments.
"How can a world as vast as the Zuotian Star Region continue to develop smoothly? From the nobility to the people in the empire, no one wants to tie a dog leash behind their head like the plastic wastes of the Federation, then we What should be done?"
Waifuchai stared at Xu Le's eyes, and slowly loosened the clenched hands in his sleeves. It was obvious that there was a trace of exhaustion in his old-fashioned brows. He slowly raised his right arm and pointed to the back of the black-blue palace wall, the towering star-seeking building that was taller and more spectacular than the space base tower, and said indifferently: "Rely on the Tianjing Star City or this palace. It is impossible to rule the Zuotian Star Territory. You must use powerful means to maintain the integrity of the empire. Although you have been in the army, you are stupid, but since you have read so many imperial history books in recent years, you should have Common sense."
"The relationship between information transmission time and effective governance." Xu Le nodded and replied: "I can probably understand what you mean, but I have been thinking about this question when I read the historical records of the empire over the years. If we have to use such bloody means to maintain the strict class divisions, then we can ensure the integrity of the empire,” he frowned slightly, raised his head to look directly at the emperor’s scrutiny eyes, and asked doubtfully, “Then why do we maintain the empire? Completeness? If there is no cosmic era with a glorious charter, it is no longer suitable for the existence of a huge empire, why can’t the royal family follow the trend?”
Waifucha's pupils narrowed, pointed at his face, and angrily rebuked: "Confused! Stupid! Don't you have any respect for the bloodline in your body and the history of this star region? Even if you don't With the slightest respect, you dare to have such a sinful idea of absurdity and inexorable death, don’t you understand that once the empire collapses and the universe after the independence of each galaxy, there will be many conflicts of interest, and how many raging wars will be ignited?”
Ever since he ventured across the space tunnel to Bermuda to rebel against Medellin, Waifchai, the Emperor of the Empire, has rarely spoken so much to someone.
He is the aloof monarch in the Zuotian Star Region, and the most mysterious power in the universe. He is hidden in the deep palace, above the high-rise buildings, and can make tens of thousands of heads fall to the ground with a random order. Seeing him behind the sunflower screen makes him feel The disgraceful face of the girl, the imperial expedition force that has been withering in Xilin for decades, will be wiped out in order to wash away the shame of the king.
Today, under the shade of the willows outside the palace wall, Huaifucha suppressed his emotions and talked to Xu Le for so long, and even made his words so obvious, similar to a kind and patient teacher. My son has high hopes.
However, Xu Le's answer was still so personal. He looked at Waifucha and said simply and directly: "I really don't know much about these aspects."
"As the heir to the empire, you must understand this, or you will make an unforgivable mistake."
Waifuchai looked at his son indifferently, and said, "With your IQ, it's impossible to really not understand this, or you don't want to understand it at all, because this will allow you to make your own life and your own value judgments simple. make it easier to satisfy your vanity?"
"You should be clear that things in the universe are always so complicated, not a basic exercise that can be solved by killing a few people with a few guns."
"Whether it's the death of Prince Delin or your revenge for Zhong Shouhu, it's actually just a useless job full of childishness. Everything depends on the effect and what kind of purpose it can achieve, but you don't know exactly what your purpose is. What is it? What is the purpose of your life?"
Hearing these words, Xu Le fell into a long silence, not because of the title of the successor of the empire, but because he found that the man who could become the master of the Zuotian Star Territory is really not simple, but these very simple discussions are extremely profound. The ground chiseled into the depths of his heart, where the chisel pointed, so precise and deadly that he didn't know how to refute it.
"He just let you go like that?"
"Otherwise?"
"He can't let you go so easily, can he?"
"Otherwise? Since he doesn't want to kill me, what else can I do except let me go? Speaking of which, although I don't want to admit that I am the only living son of His Majesty the Emperor, this identity seems to be very useful indeed."
After walking through the Liudi and going around a few clumps of flower trees, we arrived at the famous Xiaominghu Park in Tianjingxing. This park is open to all citizens, so it is much more lively than the palace. Zhong Fireworks is holding Xu Le's hand, Struggling to move forward in the crowd.
After finishing the unpleasant conversation, Xu Le's mood was a little weird, and he kept walking in silence. The girl beside him had grown up, but he still couldn't keep up with his speed. a harmonious rhythm.
"If I were the emperor, I could put you under house arrest in the deep palace, and then send out countless aristocratic beauties, sacrificed imperial officers orphans, and gray-haired historians to brainwash you... After doing this for decades, maybe you will It’s not really possible to tell.”
Zhong Yanhua raised his face, looked at Xu Le's clear jawline, and said with a smile.
"For decades, that guy may have died long ago."
Xu Le didn't turn his head back, and walked crunchily. Zhong Yanhua widened his eyes, bit his tender lower lip, and said in surprise, "That's your father."
"I'm still your brother, but you still want to send me to the deep palace where no one knows."
"Actually, what's wrong with being the emperor of the empire? This is much more energetic than the federal president. The most powerful man in the universe can do whatever he wants. When the time comes, he will lead his troops to attack S1 and strip Pabul and Li Zaidao together. Go for a walk."
The girl enthusiastically imagined what might happen. Xu Le suddenly stopped, stood in the noisy crowd swimming around like fish, smiled self-deprecatingly, and then said something. Just at this moment, the turntable amusement car on the east side of the park started to run, and the loud starting sound of the machine drowned out his voice.
"What did you say?" Zhong Yanhua asked loudly.
Xu Le turned around, looked at the young girl's innocent face, and said loudly, "It's only an idiot who becomes an emperor."
It was just at this time, and the word was applicable at this time. The turntable amusement car was started, the huge motor humming stopped abruptly, and the playground in Xiaoming Lake Park was quiet for a very short moment, so this idiot became the emperor. It was as if it had been magnified many times, and it echoed and echoed above the heads of the people of the empire. It didn't fall to the ground and didn't dissipate. Countless pairs of complex eyes were watching the young men and women, ranging from shock to curiosity to doubt to disbelief. There is anger and deep hatred like the death of an old man in the family.
Before being caught by the public and handed over to the Public Security Bureau on charges of treason or torn to shreds, Xu Le clenched the cool hand of Zhong's fireworks, broke through the crowd like a wind, and disappeared into a distant block.
The narrow streets are full of sewage and stinky mud. The yellow cabbage leaves stubbornly straighten up in the mud, trying to express their anger or loss that they were not picked up by the scavengers, but they were stepped on by all kinds of feet. Going in, the mouth is full of stinky mud, and it is difficult to express the inner resentment.
The houses on the street are in tatters, and the wooden doors, which look like cultural relics that are about to approach the realm of decay, are still thoughtfully covering people's privacy, but most of the bottom of the door has been eroded by sewage and rat teeth, pampering those skinny cats and lazy dogs. Free entry and exit.
The vegetable market under the big locust tree in front releases all kinds of breaths of life. Life is complicated, and the lives of all classes of human beings are different. The nobles who have automatic flushing electronic toilets probably don’t even smell of their own feces. After smelling it, the smell of this vegetable market fully shows the complex taste of the complex life of the poor at the bottom. The smell of stinky sauce milk mixed with the smell of urine flowing from the door of the public toilet is really not a good taste.
Zhong Yanhua frowned, covered her nose with her sleeves, and looked at the scenery of the slum area doubtfully. She didn't know why Xu Le brought herself here. Under the principle of strict education, he has come into contact with the lives of many people at the bottom of the society, but it is still unimaginable that in the imperial capital, the capital of Tianjing, less than ten kilometers away from the imperial palace, there are such poor and backward neighborhoods.
Xu Le, who put on the hat again, didn't explain, but just held her hand and walked, bought a bag of shoddy parts at the roadside hardware store, walked through a white courtyard somewhere, and turned into a secluded alley.
"Looking at the time, it should have been closed, right?"
Looking at the familiar dilapidated courtyard in the alley, Xu Le muttered to himself, his right hand holding the bag subconsciously tightened. Zhong Yanhua glanced at him curiously, surprised by the nervousness shown by his brother at this time. Even if he met the emperor before, he was not so nervous at the moment. Is the small courtyard at the end of the alley more terrifying than Netherworld?
A thudding voice sounded, accompanied by a rude swearing sound, a strong or bloated woman, riding a small three-wheeled electric bike, came to the gate of the small courtyard, twisting her bucket-like thick waist. , took out a bunch of keys, and walked up the steps cursingly.
Xu Le looked at the figure, and there was a sudden warmth in his chest and abdomen, and quickly walked up to the small courtyard that used to be.