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80, Chapter 80 (three more)
On Star Barham, Rong Heng and others have been following the development of the situation. When they saw that Si Yan was going to fight against Star Scarlet, everyone's faces were not very good.
"He wants to provoke a civil war in the empire?" Hector only felt his brain buzzing, and couldn't help but look at Rong Heng: "Is he really your biological father? You want to provoke a civil war at this time?"
He couldn't understand at all why a man like Rong Heng, who was full of black water, could have such an ambitious but extremely stupid father.
The power of the four ancient clans has lasted for thousands of years, and the Scarlet Star refers not only to the Scarlett star, but also to all the planets that are attached to and loyal to the Scarlett Star. The Galactic Empire has a total of nine administrative regions. The highest military commander in the Melchers region is the mermaid elder. Once the civil war begins, the entire Melchers region will stand by the empire without hesitation. opposite.
This does not include other regions and planets with which the Skarn star is friendly or has interests.
The beginning of the civil war meant chaos in the rear of the empire and the rout of the front lines. Whether it is at the national level or at the level of ordinary people, starting a civil war at the moment of the Zerg invasion is no different from suicide.
Merrell couldn't help but said, "Although it is a bit disrespectful to the wise Her Majesty, I do suspect that he is actually an undercover agent of the Zerg."
Otherwise, normal human beings would not be able to do such a thing at all.
Rong Heng didn't say a word, he lowered his eyes in silence for a long time, got up and left the lounge and returned to the bedroom.
The cubs who had been obediently listening at this moment couldn't help but ask in a low voice, "Is the man in the video just now, Brother Rong's father?"
Only then did Hector Merrel realize that Rong Heng's identity was accidentally exposed. The cubs participated in various meetings so frequently during this time that they forgot to let the cubs avoid it this time.
"It used to be." Merrel shrugged.
"Before?" The little fox looked puzzled, lowered his voice and asked hesitantly, "Did his father want him?"
"It can also be said... that he doesn't want his father anymore." Merrel said: "I suspect that he does not want to have such a father,"
She couldn't help whispering: "How could someone as powerful as Queen Farah choose such a person to be her husband..."
This is the question she still can't figure out.
The royal family was too complicated, and Melaire didn't reveal much to the cubs. But the cubs still realized something from just a few words, and turned to look at Rong Heng's closed door with worried expressions.
Rong Heng stood on the balcony, looking up at the sky dyed red by the setting sun, but still could not calm down.
The anger surged in his chest, but there was nowhere to vent it, he could only force himself to remain calm.
But Si Yan's ambitious face still swayed in his mind, that familiar face that always made people unable to see emotions, now full of hypocrisy and greed, it was disgusting.
But such a person is his father.
He remembered that a long time ago, he secretly asked his mother if his father didn't like him.
Because since the beginning of his recollection, it was his mother who taught him, and his father rarely even smiled at him. Most of the time, he was silent and indifferent. In the memory of Rong Heng, only his deep eyes were when he looked at his mother. , and the straight and lonely silhouette.
That's when his mother explained to him that he was just not good at expressing his emotions.
She picked up the book in Rong Heng's hand, pointed to the dense and easy-to-understand labels and said, "These are books from your father. Your father is a genius. He never needs to make notes or take notes when reading books. He did it for you on purpose. But he's a reserved person, and if you don't find out for yourself, he'll never say it."
At that time, Si Yan was in his heart. Although he was not a close and dependent father, he had erected a wise and learned appearance.
He also always believed that his mother was not someone who would be blinded by love, and her evaluation of Si Yan always affected Rong Heng.
But since he was assassinated, Si Yan's actions have subverted his long-standing cognition.
He stared at the sky and murmured in a low voice, "Did my mother see the wrong person?"
The sound of communication from behind broke his contemplation, and Rong Heng had to pick up his emotions and turned around to enter the bedroom.
"Lucian?" He connected the communication, frowning slightly.
"His Royal Highness." Only after Lucien saluted, did he explain his purpose: "Have you watched the press conference of His Majesty the Emperor?"
Rong Heng nodded: "Look, what's up?"
Lucien coughed twice and said slowly: "His Majesty the Emperor is trying to start a civil war, and the empire will fall into complete chaos. It's time for us to take action. At this time, we just took the opportunity to win the hearts of the people..."
"Lucian." Rong Heng raised his hand to interrupt him before he finished listening.
He looked at the old man in white robe with a new look, his eyes scrutinized: "You don't seem to care about the consequences of the civil war at all."
Lucian once told him that to fulfill the queen's last wish, to overthrow the decaying empire and establish a new country.
Such idealists should be sympathetic to the world, and should be most concerned about the life and death of the country and the future of the people.
But Lucian didn't. The first sentence after he contacted him was full of politicians' scrutiny and calculations.
"Are you for the queen's ideal, for the people of the empire, or for your own selfish desires, trying to support me to build a new empire?" Rong Heng smiled slightly: "If it is the latter, then I must tell you, I will never be a puppet that you can handle, and I will never repeat the mistakes of my ancestors."
His attitude was clear, and his suspicions about Lucien were naked on the surface.
From the moment Lucian approached him after many years, he had not completely trusted each other, and the short-term cooperation before was nothing but mutual benefit.
Now, he finally raised his long-standing doubts.
Lucien looked surprised, his expression stagnant for a moment, it seemed that it was Rong Heng's questioning, which made him fall into contemplation.
After a long silence, he slowly spoke: "You are right, I went astray."
He bowed deeply to Rong Heng: "But what I said to you at the beginning was never false, no matter whether you trust me or not, I will always be the rubble on your path, and I would like to use my body to pave the way for you. smooth road."
"As for the civil war, I won't say anything more. You are very similar to Her Majesty the Queen, and you have already found your way forward,"
After speaking, he bowed apologetically again.
He admitted his mistake frankly, but instead made Rong Heng unable to attack. He stared at the rickety old man and said, "I hope it is as you said."
This time the conversation was not pleasant, the two did not say more, and quickly cut off the communication.
Lucien turned off his intellectual brain, and his short and hunched body gradually stretched out, and the white robe he was wearing was a little empty and short on him.
He took off his wig in the mirror, put on a fitted dress, and meticulously tidied up the buttons before he left the secret room and walked to the study outside.
The furnishings of the study are exactly the same as before. There are a large number of documents to be processed on the large desk, the bookshelves surrounded by all sides are full of books, and the portrait of the previous queen hangs on the wall.
He walked slowly to the back of the desk, silently pulled out a book, looked at the two handwriting labels on the book, his cold and hard expression slowly softened, but it was only a little.
I am used to such exaggerated and vain expressions, even when it is not necessary, the subconscious expression will still produce subtle changes,
Make him feel disgusted and disgusted.
Carefully placing the book back into the distance, he walked under the hanging portrait of the Queen.
The young queen in the photo has a bright smile and high spirits.
He remembered that this was a photo taken in the year the other party ascended the throne, when she had just graduated from university, but she was only twenty-three years old.
Later, she complained many times that she was too young at that time, her expression was too flamboyant, and she did not have the stability of an emperor, and once wanted to replace this portrait.
"All Worlds"
But because he liked it, he kept it in the end.
Looking up at the portrait, he slowly took a step back and whispered, "You are right, he doesn't need to learn to be a good emperor, he should be a better revolutionary leader."
At the beginning, Farah had told him that his teaching was too utilitarian and full of politicians' cold calculations-although this was a joke, it also made him realize his own shortcomings.
He, Farah, is a completely different person.
Farah is an idealist, still full of feelings for the declining empire, willing to do everything he can to save the empire and the people; but he is different, he seems to be innately unable to empathize with irrelevant people, in his eyes, whether it is the empire or the people , are just a handy tool.
He thought he was hiding it well, but he didn't expect Farah to have discovered it long ago.
So later he no longer participated in the cub's education. He didn't want the cub to be influenced by him and eventually become a person like him.
"You taught him very well, and even if you were gone, he would still grow up to be just like you." With a faint smile on his face, he saluted the portrait before turning around leave.
When he reached the door, he was the ambitious emperor again.
Queen Seya was waiting at the door of the study, and when she saw him, she quickly walked up to him, bent his arms intimately, and said with joy, "My dear, I have good news to tell you."
Si Yan hid his emotions very well. He turned his eyes to her lower abdomen with a gentle and impeccable tone: "Let me guess, are you pregnant?"
"How did you know." Seiya was slightly surprised, and then a little dissatisfied: "You are too smart, so there will be no surprises at all."
"But I did look forward to him for a long time." Si Yan gently caressed her belly and said with a smile, "We should share this good news with your father."
Seya's cheeks flushed: "So soon? The doctor said it's only two months."
"It's not too soon." Si Yan said: "We are all looking forward to his arrival."
The two looked at each other, Seya lowered her head shyly and happily, Si Yan looked at him, the smile did not reach the bottom of her eyes.
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