It's about autumn.
Red and yellow leaves lay out in the streets of Tianjingxing, and the pale cyan four-jet canisters flew low over the treetops like the tip of a pen slicing through the bright patches of color, and then landed at an airport outside the center of the capital.
The group changed to military vehicles, along the wide high-grade highway like a spider web in all directions, towards the center of the city, and arrived at the destination in the afternoon, the majestic but cold side door of the palace slowly opened, and a group of guards wearing royal uniforms left from the inside, silently took a mobile self-restraint bed from the convoy, and headed for the deep palace.
The white restraint belt resembled spider silk, binding the emaciated, weak, paralyzed young foreigner on the mobile hospital bed, making him look like an insect about to be sucked to death.
Along the way, the Imperial people did not use equipment to control Xu Le's audio-visual experience, and he was finally able to take a first look at this city that had always only existed in the imagination of the Federation people, Imperial Tianjing Star Capital.
The vast maple forests on the outskirts of the city, the surprisingly wide highways, and the buildings with different flavors all brought him great shock, you must know that although the Federation has succeeded in obtaining images of this huge city after countless costs, few people have been able to see it with their own eyes.
Anyone who has seen the Tianjing Star Capital City of the Federation should be dead Xu Le knew very well that no matter what the Emperor's intentions were in summoning him, death had approached his body extremely clearly.
Before he died, he could have the opportunity to look at the capital of the empire, and feel the atmosphere that the Federation people could not feel in their lives, and according to his inherent surname, his eyes should radiate a greedy and emotional light.
However, today, there is only calm in these small eyes, even when I see this majestic and majestic palace, which is known as the most spectacular human building in the universe, my heart is shaken, and my facial expression is extremely well controlled.
The Teijin, who was pushing the restraint bed towards the depths of the palace, noticed the calm of the Federation captive, and couldn't help but feel a little weird.
Calm is pretended, cool is also pretended, Xu Le squinted his eyes at the huge cylindrical alloy building that pierced through the clouds in the distance, and guessed that it was probably the palace where the rumored emperor lived, and was shocked again, but his facial expression became more and more cold.
How many really important points of time can a person have in this life to get married, have children, and funeral Today he is a federal soldier who is going to meet the biggest enemy of the federation, the belligerent, arrogant and cruel emperor, if he doesn't pretend at this time, when will he pretend to be at this moment, he misses the wide sunglasses that Zou Yu gave him, and feels that he should be Du Shaoqing.
It didn't take long for the maglev elevator, which had long been forced by the Federal Energy Regulatory Commission to be eliminated due to its huge energy consumption, from the ground of the palace full of flowers, trees and monitoring equipment to the sky.
It's really heavenly.
The sun in the distance moved slowly towards the horizon, and the clouds had just taken on a hint of sunset, and the golden light was steaming and shining red, but it seemed to be floating outside the building, giving people a feeling of being within reach.
It is said that the people who live here at night, no matter how resolute and calm they are close to the bottom, will eventually be driven by the distance from the ground and the floating clouds around them to drift more and more, higher and higher, more and more indifferent, and become more and more accustomed to overlooking the common people and taking this as a lifelong professional pleasure.
With a hint of belly, Xu Le, who was tightly bound, twisted his neck with difficulty, took his gaze back from the clouds outside the palace, squinted his eyes at the darkness ahead, and looked at the back in the depths of the darkness.
The back belonged to a middle-aged man, a middle-aged man wearing a robe sitting on a soft couch and indifferently holding a golden sword.
A screen is blocked in front of the soft couch, on which is painted with golden Xiang Yuekui, at this time the sunset in the air outside the building reflects the golden light, so that this screen seems to burn, Xiang Yuekui seems to come to life, but all the rotten light, falling on the back of the middle-aged man, has become dim.
Because he is the Emperor of the Empire, the most powerful man in the universe.
No one in the Federation has seen the true appearance of the Imperial Emperor, only that his name is Huai Fucha, the seventy-ninth emperor of the Imperial Hibiscus Dynasty, and the supreme monarch of the entire Zuotian Star Domain.
In fact, even the ordinary nobles and commoners of the empire did not know what their imperial majesty looked like, since he ascended the throne, he had never appeared in any imperial media, and no image materials were left outside, and the federal research believed that this imperial majesty was deliberately maintaining his own mystery in front of his subjects, so as to facilitate the maintenance of the royal family's crumbling rule.
In many discussions of relatively strange surnames, people even refer to His Majesty the Emperor and the intelligence leader of the Qinglong Mountain Army as the two most mysterious people in the universe.
Xu Le doesn't think so, in his opinion, the uncle with a mouth full of rotten teeth is really worthy of the word mystery.
But as a federal soldier, how could he not be thrilled to be able to see the emperor with his own eyes and get in touch with each other so closely Closer and closer to the golden Xiang Yuekui on the screen, the back of the robe is getting clearer and clearer, Xu Le's mood is getting more and more nervous, since he escaped from Donglin, he has seen many imposing big people, and he is a frequent guest at the private dinner of the president's official residence, but he doesn't know why, he always feels that the emperor under the robe gives him a particularly strong sense of oppression.
Whether it is the taste of power or the smell of death, whether it is the identity of the emperor or the person himself, Xu Le can't tell, but it is certain that in his lifetime, it is probably only when he saw the military god Li Pifu for the first time in the Allure Military Prison that his heart shook in a similar way.
Behind the screen stood Huai Caoshi, and in front of the soft couch, a white-haired imperial nobleman 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, and the faint mist floating outside the palace seemed to pause for a moment, and the nobleman's statement came to an abrupt end.
The Emperor's voice was a little low, like a thick book being blown by the wind.
"You were the one who killed Prince Delin" "Yes."
Xu Le didn't look at the Huaicao poem behind the screen, squinted at the back of the emperor, and replied calmly, as if answering a small question about the cooking program.
"It was you who activated the charter on 3320" "Yes."
"You killed the King of Caton" "Yes."
The Emperor didn't look back, his eyes should have fallen on the old nobleman, and let out a few strange laughs.
"What is your relationship with Nasri" "I haven't heard of it."
"Well, I heard that the last name he used over there was Feng Yu" The Emperor turned slowly, his face extremely cold and graceful.
Hearing this last question, Xu Le's pupils shrank suddenly, and he felt that the restraint belt around his neck suddenly tightened a lot, making it a little difficult for him to breathe.
To be continued: