The team leader entered the door, kicked off his heavy boots at the door, and gently placed the key into the plate on the shoe cabinet. Then he didn't say a word, just walked into the living room blankly and sat slowly on the sofa.

It was already past one o'clock in the morning, so naturally the lights were not turned on at home. He stared at the TV screen on the wall that had already become decorations, and was silent for a while. Then he got up and walked into the kitchen to pick up a glass of water, and drank it down.

At this time he heard the bedroom door being opened. His wife came out with a candle, wearing white pajamas, but her hair was neat, and obviously had been waiting for him.

"What's wrong?" asked the wife, "have you caught that person tonight?"

She was not worried that her husband might be injured. Because she knew very well that there would not be more than 20 people in this city that could hurt him. His abilities may not be above the peak of A-level, but his combat experience was far from comparable to ordinary people - the "ordinary people" in her heart also included those who could abilities. However, those who could abilities were "short products" converted through drugs. Long, long before those who were happy for their "strong" power, she and her husband could control that magical power as they pleased.

Before this, they even established two well-known organizations in the northern empire - one called "Filen Cui" and the other called "Firen and Eagle".

Her husband's code name is "Flea" in the archives of the Northern Empire, and her code name is "Ye Yuan".

But now they are just an ordinary family of two in this southern empire. They came to the southern hemisphere to hide their names and are willing to become a non-commissioned officer and an information monitor. In many people's eyes, such days are not outstanding. But these two people are already satisfied with this kind of life - they can live together quietly and live without worrying anymore. All past experiences are buried in the thick pile of archives of the northern empire, and no one knows what they have done.

Besides, you can hear news about the girl from time to time here. As long as you know she is doing well, they will be happy.

Rongshu turned around, stared at Ye Zhixing for a while, and said, "No."

Ye Zhixing saw other emotions in her husband's eyes, and quickly put down the candlestick and turned him around, looking up and down: "Did you fight him? Didn't keep him? This is not right--"

"I'm fine." Rongshu smiled bitterly and turned around again. "I only looked at him from a distance. But we were wrong before - we just thought he was a level A with combat experience. But now I think... he is not that simple."

Ye Zhixing was stunned. But he was just stunned--her husband was not injured. So she no longer cared about more things. She shook her hand on the kitchen stove, and the lights were on in the kitchen.

"Get some food for you," she said. "I will take a day off tomorrow and I will not be in a hurry to sleep."

"Okay." Rongshu hugged her from behind and turned around and walked out of the kitchen.

But his brows were still frowning. He felt his heart beating a little hard - not because of nervousness or fear, but because of a little excitement.

That person...that look...he felt very familiar. It was very similar to someone he knew before.

However, he thought about it and then looked at the figure under the dim light in the kitchen, and decided to hide his guess in his heart.

Life is pretty good now, and he doesn't want to get involved in any trouble anymore.

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The capital's defense minister Wang Qinian entered the palace early. He waited for more than an hour in the slightly cold autumn wind. The emperor usually got up at around 6 o'clock in the morning and started handling matters at half past six o'clock. But naturally he could not come next to him - in today's situation.

The so-called "palace" is actually not a palace. Its predecessor was St. Paul's Cathedral in Melbourne. But from a certain perspective, it is appropriate that Li Zhen, who is the "Great Lord", lives here.

In fact, "imperial system" does not necessarily have to have an imperial palace, a royal family, or a royal family. In the context of modern society, these things appear out of thin air will make people feel strange. However, the "paragraph" is the "paragraph". In this world, no one does not know the name of the parish Yu Meng.

The apostle insisted on establishing the majesty of "royality", and he believed that this could better demonstrate the emperor's authority and establish an unquestionable image in people's hearts. But this was just the icing on the cake - the power of that person on the black throne itself made people feel deeply awe.

At 6:20, the door was opened. A ritual official stepped forward and said to Wang Qinian: "Your Majesty is waiting for you."

The hall of the palace is the worship hall of the former cathedral. Looking from the door, you can see the throne in the center. But the line of sight is not clear - the original stained glass window of the church was replaced with ink-colored glass windows, which makes the light in the room dim. And the emperor did not like to light the lamps, and there were only two large chandeliers in the vast hall. This large chandeliers could have reflected the living room of a family in a slight detail, but they were always unable to do so here.

Wang Qinian quickly sorted out his appearance, rubbed his hands, and followed the etiquette officer in.

The footsteps of the two people echoed in the open hall, and he gradually saw the emperor.

The emperor wore black clothes, which was the style of an army uniform. But it was just the same style, and there was no other burden. The only bright color on his body was the five silver buttons on his chest, and even the shirt exposed at the collar was gray.

He sat on the throne of high back, which was also black, and he was like a cold iceberg or a silent high cliff.

Wang Qinian couldn't help but frown. The emperor was not like this before...

When he was not the emperor.

At that time, he would even pat Wang Qinian on the shoulder with a smile and say, "Old Wang, I heard you were drunk again last night?"

He finally stopped ten steps away from the throne and bowed.

Then I heard the emperor say to him: "I heard you did a good thing last night."

Wang Qinian looked up slightly and glanced at the emperor. He was still young - unremarkable, looking like a young man in his early twenties. But in fact, he is already thirty-three years old this year. The emperor will not grow old or die, everyone says so.

On the one hand, they were relieved that they had such an emperor - that meant that life was relatively stable. People no longer wanted to go back to the chaos in the past.

On the other hand, they were also desperate because of having such an emperor - that means that this kind of life might continue forever. It would not get worse, but it would not get better.

Now the emperor's face was as calm as ever, and there was no sadness or joy in his voice.

Wang Qinian felt a little cold in his heart and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Is he talking about a good thing or a "good" thing?

Wang Qinian had no choice but to say: "That person is more cunning than I thought. It was because I underestimated him, and it was because I didn't think about it carefully." He didn't want to defend anything, because the emperor always knew a lot of things. Instead of in vainly attracting anger with excuses, it is better to take responsibility honestly.

Li Zhen shook his head slightly and said, "You can't say you are not thorough. You also know that in the second step of the plan, you use the agents of the Security Bureau as bait instead of civilians."

"...This is natural." Wang Qinian said carefully, "I dare not delay their work tomorrow because of this incident. I had already placed those people elsewhere the day before - food and accommodation are guaranteed, and I will give them some compensation today."

Li Zhen nodded. Wang Qinian breathed a sigh of relief.

But he heard the emperor say again: "They usually do that?"

Wang Qinian was stunned for a moment, but soon understood what the emperor was referring to. Cold sweat flowed down his forehead, and he urgently defended: "No, this is not what it is usually the case."

He paused for a moment, hesitated between whitewashing and honesty, and chose the latter: "Those people are not clean in their daily lives. There are always things like beating and extortion. I know these things, but I can't stop them. Last month, four people accidentally killed people, and the Military Law Department has executed them all. So the situation has improved a lot during this period."

"But that kind of thing last night, Your Majesty, was just a show. It was impossible for them to happen in normal times - they were not so bold. I guaranteed this with my own head."

"You can't stop it?" the emperor looked at Wang Qinian and said.

"Your Majesty..." Wang Qinian looked at Li Zhen in despair.

However, a few seconds later, the emperor's wrath did not come. On the contrary, the man on the throne sighed in a low voice: "You really can't stop it."

"But." He strengthened his tone again, "That kind of thing last night was the bottom line. If something really happened, all of them would be executed. If you want to hide it, it would be better not to be discovered by me. Otherwise, your head would not be saved."

Wang Qinian responded in fear and fear. Then he asked tentatively: "About that person..."

The emperor waved impatiently: "Let him go. You don't need to make a big deal about someone. What's more..."

He didn't seem to want to say the last sentence, but he still took off his mouth. His voice was vague and low, and Wang Qinian only heard a rough answer. When he was about to think about it, the emperor had already said to him: "There is no longer your business here."

Wang Qinian quickly withdrew his thoughts, bowed again, took three steps back and turned away.

It was not until he walked out of the palace, walked past the palace gate, and walked into the square in front of the door that the feeling of depression in the palace completely retreated from him. It was not until this time that he finally figured out that the emperor's last words were-

"He did nothing wrong, either."

Wang Qinian couldn't help but shrink his neck, and was even somewhat grateful for the failure of the operation last night. But what did the emperor think? He didn't understand. (To be continued, please search for Astronomy, novels are better, updated and faster!
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