Imperial Medical Pastoral Area.

In this steam era, the underground of the medical and pastoral areas implemented a strict epidemic prevention system. The corridors were filled with the smell of hydrogen peroxide, and the kerosene lamps provided dim lights here. Doctors were wearing biochemical and chemical protective suits and walked through the cement corridor.

In a cement pool four meters high and two basketball courts underground, a group of people were dragged out. The necks, hands and feet were handcuffed in iron circles. At this time, they were dying and covered with terrible red chickenpox all over their bodies. This was a terrible plague.

It can be said that the stability of the empire is based on violence. Every year, those who rob rice and grain from the local area will be suppressed and captured by the empire, some will be sent to mines, some will be sold to plantations in the south, and of course some unlucky people will be sent here to biochemical experiments.

The empire did not lack food, but the empire needed slaves. There was a food-making technique. The empire had food-making technique that could support people, but the empire was not able to organize these feeding people.

It is not that the grain-makers are not kind, but that people without ideals and goals are prone to ugliness, which discourage goodness.

When the religious era just ended 7,000 years ago, the last group of grain makers who believed in gods traveled to the mainland with compassion, but every time their salvation caused disaster.

Among the people they saved, there will always be ambitious people in all kinds of accidents. The instigation of ambitious people will always be very popular every time. When they have enough food, they want beautiful clothes, they want beautiful women, and when they have women, they want to use various means to force others to obey themselves.

Every time the grain-making masters are finally controlled and held hostage by ambitious people. Then these people who survived but lost their responsibilities were like locusts, robbed, destroyed, and indulged in desires. The violent robbery war caused death in the Eastern Continent far more than famine.

Ugly scares away the kindness, so 6,500 years ago, the grain makers would no longer save irrelevant people. They recognized reality and became lords under the aristocratic order. The world entered the beast control calendar, and the world began to use tyranny to solve the problem of people's food shortage.

Under the tyranny of the empire, there was no hunger. Because the empire had enough food to feed slaves who could create value under the empire system. As for the free people without chains, the empire could not squeeze anything, so it was ignored. The cities were filled with hungry free people, and in the mine plantations, they were half-full but scarred slaves.

The inner jackal nature of the traditional nobles is now looking forward to the free people rioting in the famine, because in this way the army can turn these free people who actively violate the imperial order into slaves in a legal manner.

Back to this underground laboratory from the perspective, Xiyun, who was wearing an epidemic prevention suit on the edge of the cement pool, held an electric searchlight. This is a new invention of the Imperial Mechanical Academy. In Xiyun's hands, the very strong light shone on the sick human body in the pool.

Princess Xiyun's beautiful and beautiful face has no emotion. This gaze is the same as that of a doctor on earth looking at the experimental white rat.

The doctor who followed the side followed with the information and explained: "Our antibodies did not work in the experimental pool No. 3. Plague No. 246 may have mutated. The committee recommended that the plague No. 246 be sealed."

Xiyun: "Keep the strain and continue experimenting without sealing it."

"Seal immediately" another voice came out from the entrance of the hall, and Princess Caijing, wearing rubber protective clothing, walked in.

"Auntie" Xiyun said hello. Of course, the two looked more like sisters. The age difference was five years.

After the arrival of Caijing, the doctors around him retreated, leaving behind these two royal women.

After everyone around him left, Caijing said to Xiyun with a serious expression: "Article 73, Chapter 13, Regulations of the Medical Pastor Plague Experiment, when encountering the diseased strain mutation, multiple experiments are needed to determine the effectiveness of the vaccine."

Xiyun: "Aunt, there is no absolutely stable disease strain. It is used in the imperial rainforest. In that complex environment, no matter how we control it, it will lead to unexpected disease strains, and we cannot be said to you."

"Pa" Caijing slapped Xiyun in the face.

Cold scolded: "Holding a medical knife, you must know the boundaries of the heavenly vocation."

A red palm print appeared on Xiyun's face, but she still explained with a smile: "As long as the Imperial Army keeps hot water and washes the shower every day, she will not be infected. Moreover, the delivery method is an unmanned airship, and there will be no infection in the Imperial Army during the delivery process. After the delivery, the Empire will block the southern border."

Caijing wanted to interrupt Xiyun's quibbling.

Xiyun quickly spoke and said, "You brought the diseased strain from Roland Harbor. I am just conducting research on your basis. I will not cover up your main contribution in it on the application."

Caijing: "Enough!"

His Royal Highness, the former Sapphire Princess of the Empire, looked at this junior who was several times smaller than himself with a look of fear. He whispered: "This is a rodent transmission and is very likely to be popular in the empire. Do you not consider the consequences?"

Xiyun looked at Caijing and her smile turned into a "sigh": "The empire can't stand the continuous bleeding from the south."

Cai Jing, who is from the empire's direct line, grew up in a warm environment. She has a mother who spoils her, so she feels soft inside.

However, Xiyun, who was born in the sidelines of the empire, has a competitive personality in order to return to the main lineage from the branch lineage. In order to get the best, she often does everything.

The environment determines personality.

[The fifteenth floor of the Empire Celestial Tower, with a high confidential communication room, is one of the few places in the Empire where the imager can be used to communicate with long distances.]

Looking at the entire empire, there is only a facility that can be found for direct dialogue between His Majesty the Emperor and the high-level nobles. This facility can be found in the Gun Yan Family’s home secret room to talk to the imperial emperor. However, Bing He has never seen it, and only Bing He’s eldest brother Sifen often goes in and out of the home secret room.

However, now, Binghe uses this facility to talk to his father in the imperial capital.

Walking into a communication room of the celestial tower, Binghu came to the crystal column, pressed his hand on a metal ball like a scepter, and activated the communication technology (receive electromagnetic information) and development technology.

The image of the gun flame Siphon who raised his wrist and looked at the watch appeared on the crystal pillar. After seeing Binghe go online, the Count looked at Binghe carefully.

"My father, you are in good health." Binghe greeted him with a weak voice and was polite.

"It's not very good. I've been very angry with you in recent years." The count said.

In recent years, Binghe wrote letters from afar and rejected the recall of the Gun Yan family, which challenged the authority of the family patriarch and the authority of his father.

Binghe muttered: "Aren't I back?"

Sifen said unhappily: "Very good, keep pushing, just have a fight with me. Then I won't come back."

Binghe shut up.

Sifen said, "I heard you rejected His Majesty's reward."

Binghe: "Yes."

Sifen: "Tell me the reason."

Binghe: "If you don't have any merits, you will be rewarded with high standards, and you will be a low-key person. When our abilities are recognized by the empire, they should be ours and will not be given less to us."

Sifen nodded, looking at it with admiration: "It's great, I really can't tell that there is such a thorough look. It's really late-wisdom (late-maturity)."

Hearing this sentence, Binghe pursed his lips aggrievedly and said in an emotional tone: "My father, I am not Wanhui, but your skill in checks and balances makes me have no time to be smart. I had frequent conflicts with Li Yun back then, but you understood but didn't stop them. Can I boldly speculate now that the purpose of your doing is to smooth out one of us and understand that people's hearts are sinister."

Sifen was stunned for a moment, then nodded without comment.

Binghe glanced at the father with a resentful look: "But, after my head was clear, I always wondered who looked more like a seed player in the family at that time? Who looked more like a rough jade that should be polished? The deeper I thought, the more I felt disturbed."

Sifen's face gradually couldn't hold back seriousness, and his eyes were a little embarrassed. In order to take care of Li Yun, he did make Li Yun calm in the conflict between them, which made Li Yun feel happy in the battle between Binghe and Li Yun, while Binghe felt aggrieved.

Now facing his son who is already a fortress, the Count used a vague and a gentle tone to maintain his father's image: "Don't think about it randomly. You are my son, and Li Yun is my granddaughter. There is no such sinister in the family."

Binghe smirked: "I know that the family is not so sinister. The party that failed the struggle is at most scolded and then completely neglected. It will not be like walking on thin ice like that outside. Look, in order not to make things difficult for you, I decided to exile myself a few years ago. For the sake of the family, (Binghe pretends to suck his nose) No matter how much hardship I suffer and how many tears I shed, it is worth it."

He pretended to be weak and pitiful, and at the same time, he used a tone that seemed to be clear about the righteousness. Binghe forced himself to peel off for several years, and was washed whiter than a lotus. Of course, if he wanted to dismiss Binghe's absurd remarks, the coldness and ruthlessness of the family was exposed at a glance.

Faced with Binghe's fancy defense, the Count was speechless for a few seconds.

He took a deep breath and said, "It seems that all your worries about you are unnecessary. You have become good at being outside in the past few years."

After confirming that he had successfully countered the authority of the feudal master, Binghe stopped when he was ready and said in a serious tone: "Manipulating people's hearts is always a minor path. Standing on the ground of justice, driving people to create benefits is the king. The Gun Flame family has always been a mechanic family, with self-defense force, which can bring unrefused benefits to other families. Family members do not need to waste too much effort on the battlefield."

Sifen opened his mouth and found that there was nothing to say, and there was no room for education for Binghe. The purpose of Binghe's performance as a dramatic artist was to let the father of the feudal patriarch take less care of himself without hurting the relationship between father and son.

The frustrated Count felt that he was old for the first time. After pausing for a long time, the old father spoke again and said in a slightly helpless tone: "When are you going to go back to the family?"

Binghe: "In three months, everything is on track here and I will go home."
Chapter completed!