The Hall of Picking Stars is very high, so high that it towers into the sky. Xu Le walked among the streets and alleys of Kyoto, looking at the building overlooking the world. He always subconsciously wondered why the countless bloody rebellions in the empire never hurt this building. It looks like a slender and fragile symbolic building, and the successive emperors who live on the top are accompanied by the stars at night. Why can't they cultivate a broad mind? The more important thing is that the technology obtained from the empire many years ago can guarantee The environment there
Standing behind the inner officer, he felt the gentle upward movement of the suspended elevator. Because of the long period of time, he kept thinking about these things in silence until the elevator door opened silently, the one painted with golden sunflowers. The screen came into view, and he suddenly woke up.
The emperor of the empire, Wai Fuchai, was sitting on the wall above the couch. He was wearing a black-purple robe that fit his body. A belt adorned with round stones was tightly tied around his waist, and he was lined with a stone circle that tied his straight gray hair behind his head. Highlight the solemn and solemn taste.
Xu Le walked behind him and said, "Thank you for what happened yesterday."
"You?" Waifucha slowly turned around, looked at him and said indifferently: "This is the education you received in the Federation? In my impression, the Federation has always thought that our imperial people are savage orcs, so why did they teach them You, you don't know how to use honorifics when facing your own father?"
Xu Le remained silent, didn't explain anything and didn't want to refute anything.
"What did you say yesterday when you met those trash?" Waifu looked at him slightly and said, "They really want you to be emperor? And after I die, make the empire a mess?"
Xu Le lowered his eyes slightly and said in a low voice, "The current empire is already messy enough."
Waifuchali frowned slightly, looked at him coldly, and suddenly said, "Since you don't bow down to power, and since you hate the smell of the palace, why do you want to meet those wastes? Or is it that you are also moved? , want to take over everything in my hands?"
The first two sentences are the content of the conversation at the wild tomb outside the palace wall that day. Xu Le slowly raised his head, looked straight into his eyes calmly, and said, "I never thought I was a waste."
"Cowardly and cowardly, he has brute strength, but he can't carry anything on his shoulders. He can see the entire universe in front of his eyes, but he has to deal with those rat-like wastes, looking at his father's back like a thief. People are not trash, so who is trash?"
Waifu scolded him unceremoniously: "I really don't know what you learned from Nasri! You didn't even learn his arrogance."
"True arrogance lies in not being afraid, and nothing else."
After being silent for a moment, Xu Le replied: "If you say bad things in front of you, it is courage. When you hit me with a thorn, I already said enough dirty words."
Seemingly recalling the extremely unpleasant scene in those days, Wai Fuchai slowly frowned, remembering that he was the one who drew the little guy in front of him covered in blood, and ordered him to be killed, but he didn't even know that the other party was staying there by himself. The only bloodline in this universe.
Thinking of this, Waifucha became even more angry, I'm afraid even he himself couldn't tell where this anger came from, from being deceived? From the loss of face? In short, he slowly straightened his body, with the indifference characteristic of a king, squinted at Xu Le, and said, "You are already old, I don't want to educate you any more, and I don't want to talk to you about responsibilities and so on. But you must remember that you have the blood of Bai Jinhuai on your body, you are my son, you are my subject, and you must maintain the respect you deserve."
"In the scope of thinking that I can accept, there is no such thing as a ruler, a minister, a father and a son." Xu Le looked at him and said, "So please don't try to use this system to intimidate me. Since you don't want to kill me, then don't use it. speak to me in a tone of voice."
Since ascending to the Hall of Picking Stars, among the hundreds of millions of living beings among the stars, no one dared to speak to the Emperor in such a tone, not even the poem of Huai Cao he relied on and liked the most. Sharp and gloomy stared at Xu Le's face.
Suddenly he raised his right hand and slowly stroked his gray hair, his expression changed from the calm before the storm to the usual indifference, and said with undisguised sarcasm: "Yes, a fool like you can only eat parchment. Bull's."
Xu Le clenched his fists slowly, not to attack, but to control his emotions. He didn't want to meet the man in front of him at all, although he was his biological father in terms of blood, the reason why he didn't want it was not because of cowardice. Or something else, just simply don't want to.
Huaifuchai quietly looked at the corners of his tightly pursed lips, and for some reason his emotions loosened again. After a pause, he said calmly, "I helped you this time, but you killed the traitor Qi Dabing, even if the two were cleared."
Hearing this sentence, Xu Le was a little puzzled. He was very aware of the penetration of the so-called rebel organizations in the empire. The harvest that year was the most bloody proof, so he did not think that the resistance organization would be under the leadership of Qi Dabing. What a threat to the imperial family.
"Don't underestimate any enemy, even one who has died in front of you."
Huai Fuchai swung his hands slightly, flying with the black and purple sleeves, and carried it behind him, he walked towards the rail with no expression, and said in a deep voice, "That bastard is fortunate to have the blood of our royal family, and he has achieved success. A necessary character trait, in my opinion, if he hadn't met you, he should have a good future."
Xu Le silently followed him to the side of the fence, remembering the announcements made by Qi Dabing in the room like steel friction, remembering those statements about the evolution theory of storms, couldn't help frowning slightly, thinking that if you give that person a chance, maybe the other party is really possible Grow into a character like Pabble.
"It's just that people with ability tend to think too much of themselves, and people who think too much of themselves are easy to die, because they always feel that they are destined to die, and they are not so easy to die."
Huai Fuchai walked slowly to the railing, stretched out his left hand and stroked the densely patterned railing, looked at the white clouds floating outside the building, and said with a calm face: "However, the one who is truly destined to return is only me in the entire universe, since childhood, Countless people tried to kill me, but I'm still alive."
"As a king, you should have the confidence to be immortal, so I have never worried that the battleship of the Federation can destroy this palace of picking stars, the stars in the universe move, and the clouds flow, but this palace always exists, I even see There is no chance of it dying."
Waifuchai looked at the white clouds flowing outside the fence, at the place where the bloodstained thorns fell, at the clouds where his brother fell, and after a long silence, he continued: "If you think about it carefully, I don't have many regrets in this life. Except that Li Pifu died too early, when I heard that he had died that day, I suddenly realized that I could no longer find an opponent, do you understand that kind of loneliness?"
Xu Le looked at the king's desolate back, and couldn't help but think of some of the literary and artistic descriptions in Schiller's novels, but he couldn't laugh.
The same words and phrases are spoken by different people, but they have completely different effects. If it is a playboy and sighs loneliness, it will only make people feel bored and disgusting, but the man who said this is Zuotian Xingyu The Lord, the most powerful man in the universe, seemed so natural.
With a faint sense of self-deprecation on Huai Fuchai's face, he sighed: "In many people's eyes, in your eyes, the war in front of you is thrilling, but in my eyes, it's just a game. Make a fuss, do you want me to join in?"
"I waited here for Li Pifu for 20 years after my father and teacher left, but he hid by the lake and refused to come out again. Now that he is dead, where can I find my opponent?"
Xu Le raised his eyebrows slightly and said, "But many people have died."
"Everyone will die, Li Piff will die, I will die, and you will die too. The fate of people is to die, and the reason why people live is to live to the fullest."
Huaifuchai turned to look at him and said, "I am an emperor, and I am not qualified to do everything. Since you want to be boring, I am too lazy to stop you."
"But you have to remember that no matter where you go or what you do, it is my blood that flows on you, and your glory and depravity will be in the name of Bai Jinhuai."
"Even if you die, you have to find a way to die that doesn't embarrass me."
On the way out of the palace, Xu Le had been silently thinking about this seemingly meaningless conversation in the Hall of Picking Stars. He did not have much emotion and sympathy for the king who had been alone in the palace for decades. A king with vision, determination, and determination that is unattainable by ordinary people, and may even possess a formidable strength that is absolutely no less than that of Li Pifu. How meaningful is life? And what is the meaning of your life
Mu En was waiting for him outside the palace gate. He looked at the underworld tycoon who was still wearing a black leather jacket with some surprise, squinted his eyes, and asked, "I heard that you are now a special officer of the intelligence agency?"
"The rank is very low. Although His Highness is taking care of me, you also know that there are nobles and even royal families in the various ministries. It is not easy for me to be promoted as a commoner."
Mu En didn't seem to see the emotion in Xu Le's eyes, smiled and walked side by side under the shade of the tree, and said, "It looks like you're not going to stay in the palace?"
"Well. I'm not used to many details of life here." Xu Le turned around and glanced at the official at the palace gate who was still kneeling on the ground respectfully, and said, "For example, this picture."
He and Mu En are friends from a hail of bullets. Although they have lived together and died together on the valley road to the south of Tianjing Star, and have worked together to bury the remains of many resistance fighters, but according to his temperament, he betrayed Mu En. There is still something unforgivable.
However, now he has become a person who is not qualified to take a stand, and naturally he is not qualified to criticize others, or he has lost some confidence.
Mu En keenly sensed his true emotions, and said with a self-deprecating smile, "I am not the son of His Majesty the Emperor."
Saying such words in the empire is undoubtedly a sin of great treason. The speaker can directly wash his neck, and at the same time summon a group of women and children to wash his neck, but Mu En said it indifferently, and Xu Le also understood, and his footsteps were slight. Paused, shook his head and patted his shoulder with a smile.