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

In the first galaxy, in the emperor's bedroom.

Yao Chonghua's long silver hair was tied up in an orderly manner. He looked compassionate and compassionate, and he finished the medicinal meal brought by the maid.

"Give it to me, Your Majesty's wind and cold are still not healed, and I don't really want to see people." Yao Chonghua said with a smile.

The precepts and rules of the Holy See of Light doomed Yao Chonghua not to marry a wife and have children, but when the pope succeeded to the throne, he was a rare young man with outstanding looks.Thinking about his power that no one can match now, the maid's maiden's heart thumped.

"Yes," the maid replied respectfully, and added on her own initiative, "Thank you for your hard work."

Yao Chonghua smiled lightly, took the medicine, but didn't answer, reminding people of the moonlight reflected in the cold lake for no reason.

He closed the door.

Yao Chonghua casually poured the medicine under the oolong tea tree beside him, and then went in with an empty bowl.

In the room, the eyes of the old emperor with white beard and hair lit up when he saw him.

He looked a little older than before, with white hair in a mess on his head, his cheeks were deeply sunken, and the corners of his mouth were still drooling.

Li Zheng called out his nickname, and his eyes were unabashedly longing: "Knowledge, know-how, what about medicine? Medicine?"

Yes, many years ago, when Yao Chonghua was the unfavored little prince, he took the name Li Zhixing.

The unity of knowledge and action.

Of course the medicine Li Zheng mentioned was not a cure for typhoid fever.

Although His Majesty hadn't gone to court for more than half a month because of typhoid fever, in fact, Li Zheng was not sick...

He's just infected with haze addiction.

At first, Li Zheng just fell in love with the incense on Yao Chonghua's body, so much so that he was reluctant to let people leave him too far.

Later, in order to maintain energy, Li Zheng took the pills from once a week to once a day. No matter how much he increased the dose, he would feel out of his mind and have a splitting headache once he stopped taking the medicine.

until now……

Silently, this unspeakable addiction has slowly penetrated into the bone marrow of the most honorable old man in the empire.

"There is no medicine today, Your Majesty." Yao Chonghua lowered his eyes and explained in a slow voice, "You know, because the raw materials for the pills are hard to find, there is no medicine now."

Li Zheng's complexion suddenly changed, and he held Yao Chonghua's wrist tightly, and the howling sound was almost painful, "Impossible! Why didn't you! You killed so many people! Why didn't you! Give me—give me— —”

It's hard to believe that the strength erupted by such a dying old man at this moment can even make a strong man of the holy rank unable to break free.

A circle of bruises appeared on Yao Chonghua's wrist visible to the naked eye.

"Father, keep your voice down. Look at what you've become." Yao Chonghua smiled, leaned down and whispered in Li Zheng's ear, "What if others find out? You don't even look like a fool now. emperor?"

I don't know which sentence touched Li Zheng's nerves, a gleam of clarity suddenly flashed in his cloudy eyeballs, Li Zheng curled up on the bed, and kept gesticulating in mid-air with one hand, as if he was talking to something. Like a beast fighting, he muttered words: "What to do... what to do... These people all want to usurp the throne, and they are ambitious... I, I am the emperor!!"

Yao Chonghua leaned over and sat down beside the dragon bed.

With a flick of his finger, a small red pill suddenly appeared from the void.

The name of this medicine is nice, it's called Xiaoyao.

Li Zheng's nostrils twitched violently twice, more saliva flowed from the corner of his mouth, he sat up suddenly, with a thin and frightening figure, but nimble and like a lion preying on Yao Chonghua.

But Li Zheng is not even a master after all, he is still an old man who is about to be buried half of his body.

Yao Chonghua took off his arm, but Li Zheng didn't seem to feel any pain, he just stared persistently at the Xiaoyao Pill in Yao Chonghua's hand, his arm drooped weakly, rolling on the bed like a loach.

Li Zheng cried bitterly: "Give it to me! Give it to me! I can give you anything! Give me the medicine!"

——I want it, His Majesty's order.

Yao Chonghua laughed in a good mood, "Then, is your majesty willing to pass the throne to me in a hundred years?"

After saying this, before Li Zheng could answer, Yao Chonghua had already put the medicine in Li Zheng's palm.

Li Zheng held the red Xiaoyao Pill tightly in his palm, he turned around, his back was facing Yao Chonghua, his hair was extremely disheveled, and his face was still stained with tears.

Li Zheng couldn't stop shaking his head, and repeated in a low voice but subconsciously: "No... no... I have to pass it to Li Zhifei... to Li Zhifei..."

This has probably become his only remaining sobriety.

Yao Chonghua raised the corners of his mouth, smiled dispensably, and then casually opened the memorial on the emperor's bedside.

It was already evening when he left the bedroom.

Yao Chonghua came out, and said to the chief servant who stood by with a low eyebrow, "Your Majesty is asleep."

"Yes," the head servant bowed deeply, hiding the trace of panic in his eyes, "I can save myself."

No one else will come in.

……

The sun was quite bright today, Yao Chonghua held up a parasol.

As he moved lightly, the tassels on the umbrella also swayed, which was very beautiful.

He returned to his palace all the way, then walked into the secret door, until he reached the dark underground.

The person waiting here was wearing a cardinal's robe. He was a little fat, so that the loose bishop's robe seemed to be torn apart by him.

This person is not only a cardinal, but also a member of the imperial secret investigation team.

His name is Fu Luer.Originally, he seemed to have a more elegant name, but later Yao Chonghua said that this name was happy, so Fu Luer abandoned the original surname without changing his expression.

Seeing Yao Chonghua's arrival, Fu Lu'er stepped forward attentively, rubbing her hands together with embarrassment, "Your Majesty! You are here! Damn it, it's not good for you, and you haven't been able to pry this little general's mouth open... "

After finishing speaking, Fu Luer, who was calling the wind and rain in the outside world, slapped himself firmly with a backhand.

Yao Chonghua was a little surprised, but his expression was always gentle and calm.

"Really? Then take me to have a look."

The smile on Fu Luer's face froze, and then he said with some embarrassment: "I'm afraid your eyes will be dirty..."

However, Yao Chonghua didn't talk to him too much, but walked straight forward.

The further you go in, the more dignified the lingering bloody smell in the air.

Walking all the way to the innermost part, Yao Chonghua finally saw the person he wanted to see.

It has been a week since Qing Yi returned to Emperor Star from the front line.

He just won a battle. Although the empire as a whole was still defeated, Qingyi's victory was indeed beautiful.

Before the commendation from the military department came down, the young general had hurried home from the front line - he heard that his father was seriously ill.

But obviously, Qing Yi failed to see his father.

As soon as he got off the warship, he was chained and chained by members of the secret investigation team who appeared suddenly, and then brought him here.

Perhaps at the beginning, the secret investigation team did interrogate many corrupt officials in this way, but when the absolute power loses checks and balances, whether the knife is used to commit murder or punish evil depends entirely on the person holding the knife hands.

Yao Chonghua stood outside the cell and looked at the people inside.The floor was dirty, and his boots studded with gold thread were stained a little dark red.

He sighed with great compassion: "It's really tragic."

It is miserable.

The people inside were covered in blood, even their faces, and their hands and feet were handcuffed.This is not an ordinary iron chain, it is a chain specially used to imprison practitioners.After wearing it, it can completely restrict the flow of source power, and become indistinguishable from ordinary people.

Qingyi's bones were smashed from the joints, and the exposed white bones were covered with flesh.There is almost no good meat in the whole body.It is said that the ten fingers connect to the heart, and there are no nails on each of his fingers, and the steel needle penetrates the ten fingers from the very center.

Not even the voice of an outsider could make him raise his head for a second.

He looked as if he had died.

Yao Chonghua looked at Fu Luer who was on the side.

"What happened?"

Fu Lu'er wiped her sweat with a clean white handkerchief, "...he doesn't know anything."

Under Yao Chonghua's signal, the temple knights on one side opened the iron bars.

Yao Chonghua walked in and stood in front of Qingyi, with a puzzled tone, "How come you don't know anything?"

The temple knight on the side brought the surgical tray, Yao Chonghua put on the gloves, then lifted Qing Yi's chin, and wiped his face with an alcohol ball.

Yao Chonghua's movements were very gentle, and the blood on Qingyi's face was slowly wiped away, leaving only a scar across the bridge of the nose.

"How did Chuxi get here? Why does she look exactly like Lin New Year's Eve?"

"In other words, why do Chuxi and Lin New Year's Eve look exactly like that little dragon cub?"

Qingyi's pupils were a little slack, and it took a long time to focus on Yao Chonghua's face.

His voice was extremely hoarse, but what he spit out was an answer repeated many times, "... I don't know."

So, Yao Chonghua put down the dirty alcohol ball and picked up another thing.

It was a long steel rod, but the top was pointed.

Yao Chonghua's index and middle fingers opened Qingyi's eyelids, but now, the steel rod is getting closer and closer to Qingyi's eyeballs.

"I actually already know the answer, but I want you to tell me more, my good boy."

The steel rod was only a short distance away from Qingyi's eyeballs, so close that it seemed that it would touch it even with a slight tremor.Qing Yi couldn't help shaking.

He grew up with rich clothes and fine food, and the hardest days were just fighting for a few months before.He still has to cry with his parents a few times a month, trying to get his father to change his mind and let him come back from the front line.

His father is a great general, but Qing Yi doesn't really want to be the little general in other people's mouth.

He is very vulgar, and he is very afraid of pain.

"Have you figured it out?"

What Yao Chonghua got was a long and silent silence.

So, Yao Chonghua paused, and said with some regret: "Actually, I really like your eyes, they are very beautiful brown-black."

Yao Chonghua put down his hand.

"You don't care about yourself, what about your father?"

"Where is the Qing family who gave birth to you and raised you?"

"...Impossible." The person who had been silent all this time suddenly spoke at this moment.

The Qing family is not in the Nine Factions.

But it was also one of the aristocratic families established with the establishment of the empire, how could it be possible to fall down so easily.

Yao Chonghua smiled in a good mood: "Don't you think about it, Qing Pingzheng's son is in prison, why hasn't anyone come to get you out?"

"The Qing family is indeed a noble family for many generations. Looking forward, which one is not the Song family, the Chu family, and the Wei family? If the Qing family is going into decline, then you are the chief culprit."

He raised Qingyi's wrist, looked at it for a moment, then pinched the silver needle stuck on it, and slowly turned it.

The locked person suddenly trembled violently, and cold sweat broke out from his forehead.

Qingyi was in so much pain that she had hallucinations.

One will be the rules and regulations taught since childhood, etiquette and loyalty; the other will be the howling of the extremely weak and young self.

So he really cried out, but the tears that flowed out were bloodstains.

Yao Chonghua touched his chin, and muttered to himself thoughtfully: "Who should we start with?...Do you want to see your mother? Or should you meet your father first?"

Qing Yi still did not answer.

Fu Lu'er stood aside, and said with some displeasure: "Your Majesty, since he is obsessed with his obsession, I might as well bring his old mother first... I heard that his mother is still pretty."

After finishing speaking, Fu Luer stood up. He was as fat as a mountain bag made of meat. When he stepped on the ground, the ground shook.

The iron chain suddenly rang violently.

Qing Yi struggled, trying to stand up, but fell down powerlessly.

"...Don't go!"

"Why?" Yao Chonghua squatted beside him.

Qingyi's lips trembled.

Then, tremblingly, he gave his own answer.

"Yes, the two of them are one person."

"I know. What else?"

"...New Year's Eve, before it was my roommate's pet.

When he could write, I was a little puzzled. I suspected that Lin New Year's Eve...was a Zerg, and the Zerg's childhood state was similar to that of Xiaolongren.At first he was disguised as a pet. "

Qing Yi's voice was intermittent, and she was a little confused because of her insanity, but he still finished speaking.

Yao Chonghua evoked a smile, turned his head to look at the people beside him, and said slowly: "Did you hear that?"

Fu Luer replied with a smile: "Little one, I heard it!"

Yao Chonghua's expression turned cold visibly with the naked eye, and his voice was as cold as ice: "That's not going yet."

On one side of his expression, Fu Lu'er's cold sweat broke out instantly, and she hurriedly led the people back.

For a while, only Yao Chonghua and Qingyi were left here.

Yao Chonghua took off his gloves, held Qing Yi's face with his pale hands like cold jade, and then wiped away the bright red tears of blood that flowed from his eyes.

However, this is just useless work.

The bright red liquid snaked down the side of Qingyi's face, like streams flowing into the river and sea.Soon, the blood gathered all the way to the back of Yao Chonghua's hand, dripped down, fell to the ground, and splashed little by little.

I don't know if it's tears or blood.

"So, I hate people like you the most. You are neither a villain who sees profit, nor a hero with strong bones. I don't know what I want to insist on, and I have no ability to protect what I want to protect. So incompetent that he couldn't even commit suicide."

The arc of the corner of his mouth was raised high, obviously he was smiling, but there was no trace of a smile in his eyes, it looked like a cruel mockery.

"Anyway, the end result is the same, so what's the point of your persistence? Why don't you go all the way to the dark like me. Right?"

Yao Chonghua bent down, then hugged him with a smile, with a little warmth in his brows and eyes.

The person in his arms was covered in blood, which stained his white papal robes.

Yao Chonghua said with a slight smile: "This is the first lesson I teach you, little general."