In order to support my wife, I became the founding emperor [StarCraft]

second galaxy.Su Yexing.

Old Madam Qiu of the Lin Clan, with a head full of white hair, was supported by her own son, Lin Yongcheng, the nominal head of the Lin Clan, to the gate of Yongle Hou Mansion.

Lin Yongcheng has lived in seclusion since he broke an arm, and his temper is very strange.At this time, he was supporting Old Madam Qiu, his face was full of anger.

"This Lin Yongle knew that we were coming, and he didn't even want to do the superficial work of sending a servant out to deal with it..." His tone was quite dissatisfied.

Before Lin Yongcheng finished speaking, his mother, who was always gentle with him, patted him on the back with a cane.

A bloodstain instantly appeared on his back.

Old Madam Qiu said angrily, "Shut up!"

Lin Yongcheng staggered when he was photographed, and almost knelt down at the door. If others dared to treat him like this, he would have been furious, but the person who did this was Mrs. Qiu, and Lin Yongcheng didn't dare to say anything.

The entourage who followed Old Madam Qiu stepped forward and knocked on the gate of Yonglehou Mansion.

Lin Yongle's lineage is not very prosperous, and since Lin Jiayuan returned from a serious injury and recuperated, the air pressure in the mansion has become even lower.

The family was very unhappy because of the ownership of the title of Marquis of Yongle before. Lin Jiayuan's father has not returned to live in the Marquis Mansion for a long time in the name of work.

Just because there are not many masters in the mansion, and there are very few servants, the whole Hou Mansion looks extremely depressed.

Lin Jiayuan's father really couldn't understand why Lin Yongle was still determined to pass on the title to him after Lin Jiayuan was like this... He was useless, Lin Yongle didn't want to give him the title, but he accepted it.Isn't Lin Jiayuan abolished now?How come the grandson is the real grandson, but the son is not the real son?

After half a day, a kind-hearted old man opened a crack in the door.

The old man poked his head out and glanced, "Ouch", and hurriedly said, "It turns out that the master's grandpa is here. The master knows that you are coming, so you can't be happy. He has already ordered me to prepare the guest room..."

A group of people slowly entered Yonglehou's mansion, full of suitcases, they knew they were on vacation, but they didn't know, they thought they were moving for refuge.

Passing through the veranda, Mrs. Qiu took a step forward, the expression on her face slowly relaxed, showing a smile: "I remember you. I have been with Yongle since I was a child. It is called Fengchun, right? This It's in the direction of the guest room, I don't know where Lin Yongle is now?"

Feng Chun had a troubled look on his face, "Master Hou has recently contracted an infectious disease, so it's inconvenient to see people..."

Old Madam Qiu's smiling face immediately sank.

"Is it inconvenient to see people, or you don't want to see me?"

……

Mrs. Qiu is more than 150 years old, and she has not been very good-looking since she was a child.

If it weren't for the gorgeous clothes on her body, she would look like the lazy old ladies basking in the sun that can be seen everywhere on the street.

But she is a retired major general after all.He is the only pseudo-sacred strongman of the Lin Clan, and the pinnacle of the entire Lin Clan.

Fengchun tried to stop her, but he couldn't.

Mrs. Qiu quickly found Lin Yongle's location.

Lin Yongle even built a Taoist temple in the Hou's mansion.

Stepping over the archway and the mountain gate, you can see the majestic palace standing on layers of sapphire stone steps.On the blue plaque are painted with silver foil a few large characters: Daideguan.

On the square paved with Han Baishi, an incense burner was placed in the center, and the incense was not exhausted, and the smoke was lingering.

Two little boys with hair buns were sweeping the square, when they saw Old Madam Qiu coming up from the stone steps, they were all shocked.

Don't ask for secrets, just for peace of mind.

Old Madam Qiu did not stop.The person who came with her was insufficiently cultivated, and was stopped outside the archway. The old lady was walking forward step by step with a gem stick.

She stepped on the white stone of the Han Dynasty in the square, only a few hundred meters away from the Dade Temple in front of her.

Mrs. Qiu was sweating profusely as she walked.But fortunately, she finally reached the gate of Dade Temple, and she only needs to walk through the sapphire stone steps to open the door and enter.

However, at this time, Mrs. Qiu found that it was difficult for her to move forward.

She was stopped just like those who were stopped outside the archway before.

Anger and joy flashed across Old Madam Qiu's face almost at the same time.

Fortunately, she guessed right.

Angry, Lin Yongle...how could this be!

Close the door, close your eyes, don't look, don't think.Then can it not exist?

Mrs. Qiu was silent for a long time.Finally leaned heavily on crutches.

"Lin Yongle, I know you can hear it. So I broke it up and told you."

"Li Zheng, an unfavored prince back then, took advantage of the power of the aristocratic family to rise to power. It is precisely because he is aware of the influence of the aristocratic family on the empire, so since he took the position, he has been most wary of us aristocratic families who dream of centralizing power. But he doesn’t even look at it, he doesn’t care about the seventeen galaxies in the empire now. Do you still think that the empire was just one acre of land?”

"Li Zheng has never been successful. In his later years, he lost all vigor, and we all thought he had calmed down."

"A year ago, he made a move on the Wei family, but the Lin Clan ignored it, because the Wei family was just a low-ranking family, a small family, not worth mentioning."

"Half a year ago, he made a move on the Qing family, but the Lin Clan ignored it. Because the Qing family has always been a royalist faction, loyal, with all the birds and good bows hidden; he deserved to be a bitch dog beaten to death by his master."

"Now, he has taken action against the Lin Clan. I, the Lin Clan, have been one of the nine Clans since the founding of the country. The title of Dingguo Duke was personally sealed by the founding emperor. Now Li Zheng actually wants to abolish this title and let the Lin Clan Attacking with condescension. Without the title of duke, what face does the Lin Clan have to claim to be one of the Nine Clans?"

"My surname is not Lin, but I can still do my best for the Lin Clan! You were born with the surname Lin, why do you still want to be a coward at this time! Just to pursue your own morale?" The square made of stone was empty, She stood here, small and small, but her voice was as loud as thunder.

"Yes, the government of our country is sorry for you, but Lin Yongcheng has already paid the price for his stupidity. What about the entire forest clan, the forest clan that gave birth to you and raised you also sorry for you?!"

Old Madam Qiu's questioning was more deafening than the sound.

Like a knife, it stabbed hard into Lin Yongle's heart.He opened his eyes, and the emotions in his eyes were extremely complicated.

The Taoist temple was still closed, and two bells sounded to tell the time in the distance.

Two lines of turbid tears slid down Old Madam Qiu's ravine-ridden old face.

"If you are still dissatisfied with the past, it is the father's fault whether you raised him or not. His father is dead. I can kill myself here instead of my son to appease your anger, but I hope you will remember the fact that the Lin Clan raised you afterwards." Kindness!"

As soon as the words fell, the closed door of the red sandalwood Taoist temple finally burst open.

Lin Yongle was wearing Taoist robes, and on his face there was neither the grief and indignation of the same enemy, nor the joy of revenge.

He was expressionless.

"I see." Lin Yongle said, "Why does Auntie do this?"

These years, Lin Yongle was expelled from the center of power and has been recuperating in the second galaxy.

It's not that he really wants to be a wild crane, but that the injury he suffered back then was really serious, and there is no cure for it.

Like the old Pope, he was a person who had directly confronted the "Abyss".

The old pope has passed away, and Lin Yongle has at most ten years left to live.It might even be one step ahead of Old Madam Qiu.

Old Madam Qiu raised her head in surprise.

Holding Bichen in his hand, Lin Yongle walked in front of her step by step.

He didn't help Old Madam Qiu, and the dark blue auspicious cloud Taoist robe was slightly raised by the wind.

"I can come forward, but I have one condition. Lin Yongcheng can no longer be the head of the Lin Clan." Lin Yongle said sternly, "He has a title but no merit. I avenge my personal revenge publicly, it is his virtue that is not worthy."

Mrs. Qiu thought for a moment, then nodded heavily: "Okay."

……

Just the second day.

Lin Yongle of the Lin Clan unexpectedly recovered from his serious injury, and the news that he had broken through to the holy rank in one fell swoop spread throughout the streets and alleys of the empire as if he had wings.

The forest gates are opened, and the banquet is held for three days, and the world is entertained.

Most civilians are only pleasantly surprised by this. They probably will never see a high-level origin warrior in their entire lives. They only know that since the empire has one more holy-level powerhouse, it should be a good thing to be proud of.

Although my life doesn't seem to have changed because of this...

The decree to cut the lord was passed halfway, but was urgently recovered by a phone call.

Half a month later, the content of the imperial decree changed, and it was delivered to the Lin Clan.

The original duke title still had to be cut, and Lin Yongcheng's duke title of Dingguo was cut to Marquis of Anping.

Lin Yongle, on the other hand, became Duke Chang of the Lin Clan.

The building will fall to the precarious forest clan, and it will continue so abruptly for another hundred years.

----

Fourteen galaxies.

The Venus sails in the silent depths of space.

It was still a truce period, and this was just an ordinary routine patrol.

Zhao Rongcheng frowned, staring blankly at the text message that just came.

He looked young, but there was a deep frown line between his brows.

It is too far away from the first galaxy. The conditions of the fourteenth galaxy are poor, there are not many life stars, and there are few data base stations.

Even with the latest data transmission technology, it took twelve hours for the message from the first galaxy to reach him.

The incoming message was deciphered, printed and sent to him.

This is a letter from home.

The letter said that Zhao Ali passed away yesterday, of natural old age.

Zhao Ali didn't have a surname at first, but changed his surname to Zhao after marrying Zhao Rongcheng.

Zhao Rongcheng and his wife have been together less and more apart in their lives.Ah Li can't practice cultivation. When he went out, Ah Li was still a young girl. When he returned, the little girl from back then had silver strands in her hair.His eyes were also dodgy, and thick makeup was applied to his face.

But Zhao Rongcheng didn't mind, after all, people will grow old.

It's just that Zhao Ali himself is very concerned.She has a soft temper, so she is often teased by the lady, saying that you and your husband stand together like a mother and a son.

Many people are envious of Zhao Ali - he has no background, looks mediocre, and has a mediocre personality to the lowest point, so he has a good temper.Such an ugly girl who is not as good as herself can marry Zhao Rongcheng and become the Duke's wife.

But no one asked Zhao Ali what he thought.

Now the tame old girl is dead.

His last words before his death were, "Tell Zhao Rongcheng that disaster-stricken brother-in-law that I won't marry a pig in my next life. I just brought him a bowl of noodles. Hide as far as you can."

Zhao Rongcheng scanned the above words back and forth for a long time, took out the pen almost unconsciously, and wrote "read" in the lower right corner.

He lowered his head slightly, a strand of long hair hanging down.

A red-golden flame suddenly appeared from his fingertips, and the little flames gathered together, turning into a small Suzaku, standing on Zhao Rongcheng's shoulder.

This long-tailed bird made of crimson flames turned its head to look at the silent Zhao Rongcheng, chirped twice, and spit out a flame from its mouth.

The tongue of fire instantly ignited the family letter in Zhao Rongcheng's hand.

This long-tailed Suzaku is Zhao Rongcheng's spear spirit who is used to killing evil.

There is not much time left for Zhao Rongcheng to be sad.

An emergency siren sounded suddenly on the starship, and at the same time, his communicator also sounded.

Zhao Rongcheng chose to answer, and his younger brother Zhao Rongjin's voice came over in a panic: "Brother! A large number of unknown starships suddenly appeared in the star field ahead. Including 5 battle patrol ships, 5 patrol ships, 33 destroyers and 1 A combat ship. It has been docked on YT-37 and nearby satellites before, but it was not detected. Our whereabouts were leaked in advance."

"It's the Marshal." Zhao Rongcheng was embarrassed, even in this situation, he was in the mood to correct his younger brother's address, "I see."

The Qiming Fleet did not attack with the entire army this time. A total of 18 battle starships and 3 logistics supply starships traveled with the main ship Qiming Ship.But judging from the number of starships, the Qiming ship is obviously inferior.

However, there was no panic on Zhao Rongcheng's face.

In the temporary conference room, Zhao Rongcheng sat at the top and briefly explained the strategic deployment arrangements. Just after announcing the adjournment of the meeting, the information staff from the Communication Department came to report in a panic.

"Received a signal from the enemy fleet, and the other party said... King Chong Biezhi requests a call. Please give instructions!"

All of a sudden, the faces of those who were still in the meeting room showed varying degrees of surprise.

Zhao Rongcheng thought for a moment, "Connect."

Snowflakes flashed on the screen, and after a while, a face appeared.

Biezhi's calm silver-gray eyes met Zhao Rongcheng's gaze on the projection screen across a space.

There is a very conspicuous cinnabar mole on his forehead, and his brows look very gentle.

It is said that the king worm of the Zerg race has reached his twilight years, even hundreds of years older than the emperor of the human empire, but Biezhi still looks like a young man in his twenties.

Zhao Rongcheng has been at war with the Zerg for a long time, and he knows a little more information than others.For example, although the Zerg doesn't like humans, they are divided into extremists and moderates.The topic of debate between the two is always "what to do after re-ruling mankind" in the dream.

The extremists believe that genocide should be carried out to prevent the resurgence of human beings.

Moderates feel that although the destruction of a race is in line with the oracle, it is not scientific. They think that the control of slavery should be strengthened, otherwise the whole universe will be too big and no one will work.

The king worm in front of him looks gentle and amiable, but he is an out-and-out extremist.

Countless people died at his hands, including Zhao Rongcheng's uncles.

That was all hundreds of years ago, and since becoming the king worm, Bie Zhi rarely participated in the battle.

"Zhao Rongcheng." He said, with a smile on his face, "Seeing is better than hearing a hundred things, hello."

Zhao Rongcheng didn't speak, but the Suzaku on his shoulder let out a terrified cry at this moment.

"We are different from you human beings. If you want to be the king worm, you have to be the strongest warrior of that century. I am two hundred years older than you, and now I have begun to decline and die, but you are the strongest warrior of this century warrior."

"Before I came here, my subordinates all advised me, saying that killing a chicken with a sledgehammer is not enough. I think you are worthy, so I came here."

Bie Zhi said, "I want to fight with you now. Zhao Rongcheng, do you dare to come?"

Zhao Rongcheng thinks that Bie Zhi's speech is quite unique.

"You're hundreds of years old, and you're still so childish." Zhao Rongcheng commented after a moment of silence, with an unexpected disdain in his sarcasm, "Come out, see you on the battlefield outside the territory."

He hung up the comm.

……

It only took Zhao Rongcheng 5 minutes from receiving the gauntlet to designating the interim general manager, and then arriving at the valve gate alone.

When Zhao Rongjin hurried over, Zhao Rongcheng was about to leave the cabin, with his hands on the cabin door.

"Brother!" A few meters away, Zhao Rongjin couldn't help shouting.

Zhao Rongcheng's movements paused for a moment, he turned around, and explained simply: "Father is old, mother passed away, and Rong Hua is still young. I have no heirs, and I plan to leave the Duke of Cheng on my body to Rong Hua. If I fail to come back , from now on, the Duke of Qi’s mansion will be handed over to you.”

"Brother..." Zhao Rongjin was speechless for a long time, the words of persuasion reached his throat, but he couldn't utter them for a long time.

How is Zhao Rongjin not afraid?

Zhao Rongcheng's opponent is Biezhi, who was fierce and mighty a hundred years ago, and he has never lost a single defeat. He is a well-deserved unparalleled God of War.

It is said that generals will lose their reputations in a hundred battles, but if there is a battle, there will be winners and losers.

He was afraid that Zhao Rongcheng would lose.

Then Zhao Rongcheng himself will be afraid?

Zhao Rongjin raised his eyes, and what he saw in his elder brother's eyes was obviously excited.

All strong people are alone.

Zhao Rongcheng was known as the star of the empire. When he entered the holy rank at the beginning of the year, he had a fight with Li Zhifei.

Then he found that looking at the entire empire, no one could be his opponent.

Don't come now.

He was almost shaking with excitement.

Zhao Rongcheng never thought that he would die on the battlefield before. His strong self-confidence comes from his self-knowledge.

But other branches are unknown.

He held the determination to die, and also reported the determination to win.

"I kind of want to eat the noodles made by Ah Li." Zhao Rongcheng muttered to himself, and then suddenly remembered, "Oh, yes..."

His A Li was too old and passed away yesterday.

Zhao Rongcheng opened the hatch with a very calm expression.

He raised his hand, and the Suzaku on his shoulder flew up, his figure changed, and the long gun that had been with him for half a century appeared out of thin air, and a pale golden flame ignited on the tip of the gun.Like a blazing fire in the dark.

With one step, he stepped into the void. At that moment, Zhao Rongjin seemed to hear an extremely excited bird cry.

The Xiexie Spear blared a monotonous and majestic entry song.

Zhao Rongcheng left so decisively that his younger brother couldn't even touch the hem of his clothes.

He saw another branch in the distance on the way, so he paused and stopped here holding a long gun in the void.

Bie Zhi spread out his arms, with a smile on his face, he pointed to a star field in the distance, his voice was forced into a line, and passed into Zhao Rongcheng's ears, "Please."

Saint-level battles are rarely held in places with life stars, so as not to affect the innocent.This is already a consensus.

The two looked at each other, and their figures disappeared into this star field like a galloping meteor.

Zhao Rongjin leaned against the glass window, watching the two figures go away with an expression of reluctance.

He bit his lower lip hard, wiped away his tears, turned around and returned to his job, and threw himself into the tense battle.

Zhao Rongcheng is gone.

But the battle between the fleets is still going on.There was no time for him to think too much.

***

Here is a flat land made of loess.

There were some people lying scattered on the ground, and not far away was a dilapidated low mud house.

These people all have something in common, for example, there are terrible flesh sores on the exposed skin, and the stench is extremely strong.

The high fever persisted, and some people were still moaning in pain, while others had long been silent.

Plague, hunger, and drought ravaged the barren land.

The wealthy district a hundred miles away is still singing and dancing.

The Eighteenth Galaxy, a place so poor that even the citizens of the Seventeenth Galaxy would dislike it, the lowest end of the empire's contempt chain, recognized as a place of exile and a place of disgust.

It's not that God abandoned his people, but that God was born to hate this place.

It is ridiculous to talk about morality with a group of people who are struggling on the verge of death.The people here can do anything for one interstellar currency without any burden.

This is the Lite star of the eighteen galaxies, Lite means garbage in the local dialect.Everyone felt that the name was very appropriate for this planet.

A small planet with the lowest economic level in the [-] galaxies, the only foreign trade that can support local development is... the small dragon pet trade that has become increasingly rare due to over-fishing.

I don't know why, but in the past two or three years, no matter whether it is wild or factory-raised, the dragons have stopped laying eggs.

In just two years, the price of a single dragon rose from [-] interstellar coins to [-].

At the same time, an infectious disease that is difficult to recover from pets and pets broke out.

This disease is highly contagious, but fortunately it is completely controllable.

After the empire found out, they distributed a batch of free vaccines.It seems that this batch of vaccines has not yet been distributed to these civilians.

In the isolation area, a skinny woman hugged her child.

The sores on the child's body had rotted to the face, and the dirty face was hideous like a ghost because of the sores. Ordinary people would probably be frightened into nightmares when they saw it.

At this moment, there was a loud noise not far away.

It was as if something fell from the sky and hit the ground heavily.

"Mom... is the bomb coming..." The child hugged his mother tightly, his voice trembling.

In order to prevent further contagion, the consul has ordered the "destruction of the source of infection", destroying several quarantine areas.Perhaps for these people, living is nothing but torture, and death is the best destination.It's better to pray for a good birth in the next life.

The mother looked at the source of the voice in horror.

Not far away, a young man with shoulder-length hair crawled out of the pit cursing and brushing his hair.

"Fuck, did I come out?!"

(Volume Four Star of the Empire End)

The author has something to say: Diary of Constantine X1

Sunny on October 4, 1 in the new calendar

It has been snowing recently, but today it suddenly cleared up.I feel like something good is happening.

Sure enough, the internal affairs officer told me excitedly that there was a crack in the testicle that had been dormant for more than half a year.

When I arrived at the nursery room, I found that the seam was not cracked for a long time, and I was anxious to help Yuan Xiao break the eggshell with my own hands.

Fortunately, at night, Yuanxiao finally broke out of its shell.

I excitedly ran around the palace three times.

Speaking of which, why are the wings of Yuanxiao white?

Forget it, never mind.Maybe it was because he ran out of ink when he was born on New Year's Eve.

Diary of Constantine X1

Heavy snowfall on January 14, 1

Yuanxiao is 10 years old.

Looking at his final report card with a total of [-] points in seven subjects, Zhenchou's hair turned gray. (Supplement: Exaggeration, when I looked in the mirror, I was still quite dark, and I was as handsome as before!)

In the middle of the night, I looked at the report card and couldn't sleep.

New Years Eve gave me absolutely nothing to worry about.

"The name I have inherited is Constantine, and his name is Odin."

The king of the gods in mythology.

I am relieved.

Well, don't worry about him being bullied by others in the future.

***

New Year's Eve (grabs the author by the collar): Where is I?

Author (foaming at the mouth, delirious): In the small, small theater...