SFS Chapter 347: Palace Old Scene
Chapter 347: Palace Old Scene
Tang Yu laughed in anger, "Hahahaha, OK, OK, you already knew the truth.
You have never thought about rescuing your compatriots from suffering. You even want to assume the identity of colonizers and enslave your compatriots on their behalf.
Watching fellow countrymen being reduced to blood bags, and even tasting their flesh and blood,
Hahahaha, very good, very good, what a great Xiliang Kingdom..."
Seeing Tang Yu's performance, Qiao Cheng realized that he seemed to have misunderstood, so he huddled up tightly to reduce his presence.
At the same time, I was confused as to why I would speak out all my thoughts and consider the other party completely. I am not the type of person who would bow down to a superior when I see him.
Tang Yu looked at the young children who were being sent away in batches by their tribesmen to receive psychological treatment.
They know nothing, but some people have already begun to plan for them to become consumables on the battlefield in the future and want them to be "fearless and fearless of death."
Tang Yu really didn't want to play dumb with him, so he tore open the truth talisman and stuck it on him.
"Is the person you are talking about who wants to take the place of the dead the Queen of Xiliang? Why is the Queen of Xiliang still alive?"
"It's the Queen of Xiliang. She gained immortality from the Fusheng Starman. She also has the ability to reincarnate and revive."
"Why did she lose power again?"
"Because the Fusheng people have the longevity technology, the noble families can directly go and join the stronger Fusheng people.
Moreover, she betrayed the mermaids. She became the queen because of the mermaids. Without the mermaids, she would not be taken seriously by the noble families. "
"Why weren't those noble families enslaved by the Fusheng aliens?"
"The number of people from Fusheng Star is not an advantage. If we want to enslave the large number of native people, we need tools."
"Why don't you reveal the colonial oppression of the Fusheng people to the public? Wouldn't that start a war faster?"
"Because those at the top want social conditions to remain the same,
They think they are already immortal and are not the same race as the common people in society."
Do they think they are not of the same ethnic group? So that they can look down upon their compatriots' suffering, or even imagine that they can replace the powerful Fusheng people and continue to enslave their compatriots?
Tang Yu's mind went blank due to the anger, and he didn't know what else to ask.
She felt as if her chest was blocked.
"They are not from the same tribe as Hanami? Do you think so too?"
"I am a purebred Xiliang person, of course I am not a half-mermaid. Half-mermaids are just blood bags, so the success rate of cloning is very low. They can only rely on natural reproduction, and there is also the possibility of losing control of their emotions.
There is not even the possibility of becoming a clone warrior.
Can only be a slave or a blood bag."
"So you all knew from the beginning that infection was a false proposition, right? This is just an unspoken rule that the people of Xiliang and Fushengxing have tacitly maintained."
The more she asked, the more questions she had. Tang Yu could no longer suppress her emotions. She thought that the people of her tribe had such great malice towards Banjiao.
Tang Yu directly put his hand on his head and began to search his soul, not caring about the shortage of doctors.
He divided the society into three levels from the bottom of his heart: the Fushengxing people, the Xiliang people, and the Banjiao people at the bottom.
Since he doesn't regard them as compatriots but only as blood bags, he doesn't need to worry about whether his soul will be hurt.
His soul is indeed much more fragile than that of the Fusheng Starman.
Eliminating useless information, Tang Yu began to investigate from the time he met the Queen.
The fallen queen lived in a palace on a mountain. In the past, it was a place where she could escape the summer heat, but now it has become her royal palace.
The white jade-like building emits a warm light in the sun.
Tang Yu felt that this architectural style was very familiar. It was very similar to the architectural style of the underground ruins.
There were some palace maids walking around with their heads down.
Every palace maid looked pale, haggard and cautious, making the entire palace look eerie and dark.
The young Qiao Cheng, holding his medicine box, followed his father to pay a visit to the Queen of Xiliang.
The route we took was not to the Queen's bedroom, but to the Council Hall.
He was very confused as to why the pulse check was held in the Council Hall. This was not a big deal.
I saw my father bowing his head, straightening his clothes, and bowing to the queen according to the full set of etiquette for attending court.
"I, Qiao Dian, the director of the Imperial Hospital, come to see Her Majesty the Queen,"
Young Qiao Cheng secretly looked up and saw that the queen was wearing a full set of court robes and sitting on a jeweled throne.
"My dear, please stand up."
The queen was surrounded by a lady-in-waiting and dozens of maids on both sides.
They stood on high ground, looking down at them,
Only the father and son were kneeling on the ground.
The young Qiao Cheng felt that everyone's face was very vague, and everyone was like a puppet without any emotion.
Like a chaotic and faded old image,
He couldn't help but shudder.
The various ritual procedures had come to an end while he was in a trance.
"Your Majesty is in good health. I have a serious matter to ask about your pulse."
The young Qiao Cheng followed his father, holding the medicine box, and watched in confusion as his father spoke eloquently and made the queen smile.
The queen was laughing but suddenly stopped, "Qiao Aiqing, why aren't you wearing court clothes? Don't you want to go to court?"
My father was sweating all over his clothes, he hunched over and begged for mercy.
"Please forgive me, Your Majesty. I... my family is poor, and my court dress has been torn..."
The queen's eyes softened, "Qiao Aiqing, you have been the head of the court for fifty years, and you are still so honest. Reward..."
The lady-in-waiting beside her brought out a tray covered with yellow cloth. Through the corner, one could see a few gold ingots inside.
The atmosphere was harmonious again.
When the lady-in-waiting returned to the queen, the young Qiao Cheng
Because of her small stature, she could see the scars all over the female official's arms hidden under her long-sleeved palace dress.
The young doctor looked carefully at the lady official's face. Her long bangs obscured her features.
The exposed lower half of the face had no expression, like a machine, and the eyeballs didn't even move.
Can you see the road with such long bangs? Won't you fall down in a hall with so many stairs?
Young Qiao Cheng was immersed in his own thoughts.
"Xiao Chang, Xiao Chang" his father called him, and the young doctor came back to his senses.
His father pulled him to salute the queen. It turned out that the pulse diagnosis was over.
When he reached the door of the Council Hall, the young doctor looked back and saw the queen wearing a crown and court dress.
Behind the strings of tassels, her expression was unclear. She seemed to be growing on the throne, motionless, like a statue.
His father took him under the high wall.
The only sounds in the long corridor were the footsteps of the two of them.
He asked in a low voice, "Dad, you are only forty years old, how can you be the head of the court for fifty years? Your name is not Dian,
"Shh~" His father signaled him to be quiet.
He kept his mouth shut until the two drove down the mountain.
The father checked the gold in the package and smiled happily, "Hahaha, it turns out that it was right to come here once when you have no money."
The young doctor stretched his head to look at the golden metal and said, "Daddy, this is gold, but what is the use of it?
When buying things, the payment is made by using the "hour" of the personal ID timer.
"Time? That's just because there's not enough money. The alternatives used are only recognized by those who need nutrient solution.
What does 时 mean?
"Time" represents a bag of nutrient solution, which can maintain the time for their bodies to not decline, so it is called "Time", and gold and silver are the real wealth, hahahaha."