I, the Prince of Qin

　　"His Royal Highness!" Ah Fang sensed something was wrong and warned.

　　"Don't worry, she is hostile, but not murderous yet."

　　After absorbing the Seal of Soul for so long, Mo Zhe has gained a lot of heroic combat experience, and he is no longer an ignorant rookie when he distinguishes between murderous aura and hostility.

　　Mo Zhe smiled as usual, looking back at the black pupil:

　　"Since you're here, do you want to come in and sit?"

　　At the same time, I arranged Afang in my heart, and brought some desserts and drinks.

　　The aroma of the dim sum wafted out, and Hei Tong blinked, tilting his head curiously.

　　How did the dim sum on the table appear when you didn't see it at all?

　　It looks delicious.

　　After thinking about it, the saliva flowed out, and sucked it back with a "squeak".

　　After regaining his senses, he struggled for a while, then turned over from the window and entered the house.

Section 30 Chapter [-] Anti-Brainwashing

　　Black pupil politely nibbled at the snack, and her pale face began to glow red.Mozhe pulled up a chair and sat beside her.

　　"What's the matter, suddenly ran over, finished the candy last time?"

　　Black pupil nodded, then shook his head suddenly.

　　Mo Zhe poured her a cup of tea: "Drink some water, don't choke."

　　Hei Tong glanced at the bitter tea, reached out and picked up the juice on the side, holding Gulu Gulu.

　　Full of food and drink, the black-haired girl spread out on the seat while rubbing her stomach, with a relaxed and satisfied expression all over her face.

　　Suddenly, she snapped back to her senses, propped herself up like a waking animal, shook her head twice, and then remembered the business.

　　"Mo Zhe, you... are you the enemy of the empire?"

　　Hei Tong asked very ambiguous, and there was no reason for it to be fruitless. Mo Zhe didn't mind, he just asked: "What is an empire?"

　　Hei Tong was stunned: "What is an empire? The empire is here, where we live?"

　　Mo Zhe took the towel and wiped the pulp from the corners of Hei Tong's mouth. He suddenly remembered that his dead sister had to help wipe her mouth when he was a child. Hei Tong was much smarter than her.

　　"So, who can represent the empire?" Mo Zhe then asked.

　　Hei Tong thought for a while: "Your Majesty the Emperor?"

　　"Well." Mo Zhe agreed, "If you asked whether I would be bad for the emperor, the answer is no."

　　Hei Tong was obviously relieved after hearing what he said.

　　Mo Zhe smiled faintly.

　　Some parts of Hei Tong's training in the Empire were brutal.Due to special reasons, she, who did not become a "selection team" like Chi Tong, was treated like a tool that was used and thrown away.

　　In order to improve his strength as soon as possible, he takes drugs that are highly addictive and are extremely harmful to the body; in order to prevent mutiny, he has been receiving brainwashing and spiritual suggestions that are almost like brain transformation.

　　Even if she didn't face off against Chi Tong, she wouldn't have survived for a few years.

　　And her spirit has been transformed to be completely loyal to the empire. Saying bad things about the empire in front of her will only be regarded as a traitor. This kind of mistake Chi Tong has already made, Mo Zhe can't make it again.

　　Then in turn, what about her logic?

　　"The emperor is the person who can truly represent the empire. On the other hand, if someone wants to be detrimental to the emperor, that person, no matter what high position in the empire, no matter what status, is a true anti-imperial. right."

　　Black pupil blinked.

　　There's nothing wrong with this logic.

　　Mo Zhe took a sip of his tea and said it was enough.

　　The two were speechless for a while, and Hei Tong didn't know whether he should stay here or not, and seemed to be restless.

　　"Mo Zhe has, do you have any family members of the same generation? Sisters and so on." Hei Tong suddenly spoke, and the topic was a little deliberate.

　　"Has a sister."

　　Hei Tong suddenly became energetic: "She must be very cute!"

　　Mo Zhe's mouth twisted into a smile: "Haha."

　　"Uh..." Hei Tong was a little unhappy: "Sister is a very cute existence, you have to take good care of it!"

　　I don't know what she's defending.

　　The corners of Mo Zhe's mouth twisted even more: "I used to think so too, until I really had a sister."

　　Hei Tong said angrily, "What, isn't your sister cute?"

　　"Cute...hehe..." Mo Zhe recalled the trauma in the past, and the corners of his mouth twisted even more: "Only people who don't have a sister will think that something like a sister is cute and cute, and they will call Ouni sauce all day long, She will wake you up gently every morning, and she will say that she wants to be the bride of Ernie-chan... How could such a sister be possible in reality? Wake up, it's dawn!"

　　"The real sister, she will only look through the unspeakable things in your computer every three days, and then complain happily; she will only catch you an embarrassing thing, and laugh at you when you have nothing to do, until you hear her voice. I want to go crazy; I will spit in it to grab you a drink. If she doesn't drink it herself, she will just disgust you... Since I have a younger sister, the anime of the younger sister can only be haha, because I know in my mind that it is not like that, I think You can't even lie to yourself!!"

　　Mo Zhe complained bitterly about the bear child at home, with black pupils stunned, as if he didn't believe that there was such a bear sister in the world.

　　Suddenly, she burst out laughing, and the night sky shone.

　　"What are you laughing at?" Mo Zhe was not happy this time.

　　Seriously, I am complaining in blood and tears!

　　Hei Tong just smiled, and after a while, he said, "You must be very gentle with her, because she knows that you won't really be angry, you won't really hate her and hurt her, so she always makes fun of you."

　　"So it's all my fault that she is so bearish!?" Mo Zhe was about to explode.

　　Hei Tong shook his head, his hair was rippling, and the fragrance of his hair drifted over, which made Mo Zhe stunned.

　　"It's good." Hei Tong slightly bowed his head and smiled, feeling a little lonely: "I have a sister, but I don't have a brother, I don't understand what kind of love a brother has for his sister, but my sister loves me very much, and I love me the most in this world. It's my sister, we slept together when we were kids, we ate the same piece of moldy bread together, we were never apart, but now we're apart..."

　　She smiled, and the smile gradually solidified on her face like a plaster: "I will kill my sister with my own hands, and then we can be together forever."

　　Saying that, she stroked the saber, the emperor's tool with the ability to manipulate corpses, "Eight Room".

　　Mo Zhe watched her small movements.

　　The black-haired girl was actually broken long ago.Long-term drug poisoning, reckless brainwashing and mind control, and parting ways with the beloved sister because of differences of opinion become enemies.There are so many things that have destroyed her, it has long passed her limit.

　　The dead aura on her face was getting heavier and heavier, almost like a living corpse stepping into a grave.

　　Mo Zhe clenched his fists under the table.

　　It is understandable for the imperial secret service to seek its own position and cultivate special talents, but it is a bit unbearable not to treat its subordinates as human beings.

　　Mo Zhe handed Hei Tong a small piece of pastry, which contained ingredients to relieve her body toxins and relieve pain.But this kind of thing is not a cure for the symptoms.

　　It seems that there is always a trip to the palace.

　　"I should go." Hei Tong lowered his head and said.

　　Before the words fell, she was already by the window, the moonlight shone on her back, and her crisp hair fluttered in the night wind.

　　"Don't... betray the empire... Big sister betrayed, you... can't betray. Otherwise, I will kill you with my own hands." The girl squinted at Mo Zhe with deadly eyes, grabbed Bafang, and pointed her finger hard. Section whitish.

　　"Wait." Mo Zhe threw a bag of sugar over: "Eat more sugar and less medicine. If the sugar is gone, be honest. Don't be afraid of tooth decay."

　　Hei Tong was stunned for a moment, and subconsciously reached out to catch it, his face suddenly flushed, and he faltered: "Anyway... I don't want to become an enemy with you."

　　Leaving those words, the girl disappeared by the window.

　　Mo Zhe returned to his seat and put his index finger on the table.

　　Hei Tong came to the door this time, obviously with hostility and admonition.

　　If you haven't acted yet, someone will come to the door first.

　　Yeah.

　　Tomorrow, it's really time to enter the palace and see the situation.

　　I don't know what happened to the little queen who only knew how to cry, but it went well.

Chapter 31 Chapter [-]

　　In the majestic palace, inside the palace walls, and in the imperial conference hall, the tense air permeates.

　　Once, this kind of tense air always came from Minister Ernest.

　　Everyone in the empire knows that it is not the simple and weak little emperor, but the minister who really turns his hands into clouds and turns his hands into rain.

　　So in the past, when the emperor spoke, everyone would pretend to listen carefully, but only what the minister said, no one dared to ignore it.

　　However, at this moment, this breathless air came from the "puppet" emperor who was sitting on the throne and couldn't even reach the ground with his feet.

　　"I'm asking you, what's going on with the rebels in the south!?"

　　Fula was wearing a royal robe and holding a scepter, no longer the image of the crying little girl, but showed the majesty of the emperor with every gesture, even though she was still young, her brows were so angry that she made a group of wily ministers in the hall bow their heads. dare not lift up.

　　"You take the country's salary and enjoy the honor. Now, there are rebels in the country, but you don't even know how many people they have, where the headquarters is, and how much potential influence they have!? No! Know!?"

　　Frau waved her scepter sharply, and the scepter, which was almost as tall as hers, swept past everyone's heads with a "huh" sound, as if to blow up the heads of the pigs.

　　"Report to Your Majesty, this... about the rebels, they are too cunning. Although they know that they are mainly active in the south, they are all like mice, and people can't catch the specific tail."

　　"Yes, yes, and I'm sorry to say that those rebels are just a group of robbers hiding in Tibet. They can't make it into a climate. Your Majesty really doesn't need to bother about it."

　　It can't be the climate...it can't be the climate...by the time they show the climate, they are already in the city!

　　Fra looked at the waste and almost died of anger.

　　"Haha, why does Your Majesty have time to care about the rebels today?" A sticky voice came from behind, and Minister Ornest was eating steak again.

　　The minister's voice mixed with the sound of chewing meat residue made Fula feel sick for a while.

　　Fra leaned back into the throne and looked sideways at the minister.

　　The minister, as always, stood behind her.

　　The one who holds her back can constantly monitor her position.