Blessings to the beautiful stars

Chapter 235 crowded
Fang Nuolu was silent for a while.

Although the sudden aura of the bald AI in front of him was scary, he always felt that Duzi was not really dissatisfied with the term "government-in-exile", but that the status of "temporary prime minister" only fueled her arrogance.

Not to mention broken.

Fang Nuolu lowered his head even deeper:

"As I said, the loss of contact with the Imperial Alliance was...but very sudden; the Star Sea Alliance was unprepared for this, and various departments had conflicts with each other. Some of your Majesty's presence can be counted, while others must come from the Imperial Alliance government. official letter of the

"And Prime Minister, you know that when dealing with an issue in the Star Sea Alliance, representatives from the relevant regimes form a council, which is chaired by the Chief Referee of the Alliance;"

"Forgive me for presumptuousness. After all, Your Excellency Sand Cliff has not won the support of all the people in Dilian, and there are still many people who have concerns about His Majesty's return."

He pointed to the somewhat empty palace office:

"Some of these colleagues on the run are serving as representatives. Unfortunately, except for the mainland side of the Dilian, we do not have a complete list of representatives sent; How many national interests?"

"It's really... really a shameful group of people!"

Bad luck, short-sighted!Fang Nuolu is slandering, can't you see that only a united and strong Dilian has the value of betrayal?

Now that no one even dares to enter the territory of the Imperial Alliance to find out, how many things can be sold?Isn't it some illusory promise at the most, that you can turn your back on it at any time?

Even traitors are so timid, but what I want to do is much more advanced.

I am really ashamed to bear the same title of "traitor" as you!
thinking.

A strange belief suddenly rose in Fang Nuolu's heart. At this moment, there are not many people in the entire alliance who want to hear the news that the Imperial Union is safe and sound.

Du Zi was shocked by Fang Nuolu's aura, and wondered how Zuo Wu managed to subdue such loyal ministers in such a short period of time?Does Mr. Zuo really have some kind of natural charm?
There must be, otherwise, how could such a powerful AI as himself get mixed up with his subordinates.

Blunt touched her chin, and under the brilliance of loyal ministers and good generals in front of her, she felt that she was also full of confidence that she could shine:

"That is to say, declaring that we are the Imperial Union government-in-exile is another form of declaring to the world that we are the only ones who can represent the Imperial Union, so that those small-timers can't do small tricks?"

"Yes, that's what I mean next."

Makes sense.

Dutzi nodded, organized this idea into a document, hesitated for a moment before reluctantly speaking to Fang Nuolu:
"I wrote this idea into an email... a memorial, let's discuss it, let's not distinguish between the first and second authors, and arrange them according to the pinyin of the surnames, what do you think?"

Fang Nuolu froze for a moment, according to the pinyin of the surname, aren't you also in front of me?
After thinking for a while, he shook his head and refused: "No, no, there is no need for my name to appear... You are the temporary prime minister, and it is your duty to review the government affairs; as long as you remember that you have contributed a little bit to this idea."

"No," the blunt wrinkled his face deeply, as if he knew Zuo Wu well:
"I've been here for so long, and if I suddenly send him a very feasible idea, it will definitely be seen at a glance that it is a plagiarized idea, and I will probably be beaten up."

Fang Nuolu squeezed out a smile: "Really? You are really... deeply loved by the Holy Family."

Blunt hummed a few times, his nasal voice was like a ballad.Fang Nuolu was suddenly a little puzzled, wondering if the bald AI didn't hear his sarcasm, or she was also his kindred spirit.

……

in space.

The ordinary ferry starship can no longer meet Zuo Wu's needs. First of all, its slow speed cannot catch up with Zuo Wu's increasingly busy pace.

So Ji Zhi's back and Ai Shanshan's ancient painting Qingkong became his full-time cars in turn.

It was only later that Ai Shanshan took more and more shifts.Outside the atmosphere, mechs are always more convenient than spines.

And the shell of the ancient painting Qingkong can also easily block some attacks from the enemy.

Although the Imperial Alliance is still the regional overlord, the chaotic ideological trend within it has made it countless enemies.

Not all civilizations can tolerate a regime that still pursued a pro-foreign policy a few years ago, and then wished to tear up all treaties with aliens in a few years, and gradually became quite belligerent.

There was also Zuo Wu's "announcement to the world" when he was crowned before, which was not unsuccessful; the bombardment of the Star Sea Alliance's front page headlines for more than ten hours made countless people know that the Emperor Alliance had a new emperor.

There are allies as well as enemies.

It's only natural that some people don't want the emperor who can bring luck to the regime to continue to survive; fortunately, everything changes too fast, and not all enemies react immediately.

Even so, the fangs exposed by the occasional assassination are ferocious enough.

And Zuo Wu can't deal with it personally every time, otherwise there are so many enemies, and with the collective wisdom, the characteristics, weaknesses and flaws of his favor may spread to every corner of the galaxy at an extremely fast speed.

Fortunately, everything is within the range that Guhua Qingkong can handle for the time being.

at this time.

Another raid under the cover of the darkness of space will come to an end, and the beautiful creation pulls out a beautiful knife light, and the long sword is sheathed.

Creatures and flesh and blood that had been severed by it drifted away quietly, and the darkness of space was so generous that it could provide a cover to hide their bodies at this moment, and it could also serve as a coffin for their endless corpses.

Ai Shanshan's hand was removed from the console, and her state was recovering to the peak at an alarming speed, but there was always a price for everything, and the happy days before had gradually drifted away and could never come back.

It was as if an invisible demon had made an unfair exchange without his consent.

Zuo Wu scratched her hair behind her, hesitating to speak: "Ai Shanshan, I... nothing."

"Say it straight," the sea monster bared her teeth, "Don't say half and hide half, then I'll think more and more, and one day I can't bear to run away, so don't come chasing me."

"...I just wanted to say that the cockpit seems a bit cramped."

"is it?"

Ai Shanshan chuckled: "But when there was an explosion before, there were so many people crowded in the cab of Guhua Qingkong, and Ji Zhilevina, a good bone singer, and Shi Wener were all there, so why didn't you complain then?"

"Or is it because you are alone with me that it feels a little crowded?...Don't say it's because you are bored with me, I will be sad."

Zuo Wu hurriedly waved his hand: "No, how is it possible? You know, I definitely didn't mean that..."

"Well, yes, I know," the sea monster didn't turn his head back: "Don't worry, it's just to tease you."

She still didn't look back.

Zuo Wu was a little surprised. He had been with Ai Shanshan for a long time, and he had already learned to judge her mood through every detail of the sea monster.

Originally, when similar dialogues appeared, Zuo Wu always had to be prepared to meet Ai Shanshan's fury, and then defuse her anger skillfully like a skilled martial artist looking for flaws, leaving only the fiery warmth.

But this time is different.

The sea monster seemed really not angry, as if her inner virtuousness had completely suppressed her temper.

She is still manipulating the ancient painting Clear Sky to vigilantly search for clues of the enemy in the dark.

Zuo Wu sighed, and said what he hadn't said just now, extremely relaxed: "Ai Shanshan, I just want to say sorry to you."

"Huh? I don't remember anything you did wrong."

Zuo Wu nodded, then shook his head again: "Perhaps, the fact that I became the emperor is not right for you. The life I imagined before will never be like this now."

Carrying the Dilian, which has nothing to do with him, on his shoulders, worrying about the fate of the regime and the trillions of creatures in it all day long, running around in the starry sky, and always beware of cold arrows in the dark.

Who knows if there will be a method similar to the compressed space used by the legion to hit him hard to guard against.

Ai Shanshan smiled again, she seemed to like this kind of light teasing very much today: "Really? Then tell me about your dream life?"

"Adventures everywhere, travel around; when you encounter something novel, you will get on it, if you can't bear it, you will slip away, and put the opportunity to solve the problem on the vastness of the Milky Way;" Zuo Wu smiled:

"It really doesn't work. It's the same for us to escape to the closed golden land of Marika, or outside the galaxy."

It's definitely not like being tied up like now, and you can't walk away no matter what.

"Well, an extremely casual adventure story," Ai Shanshan turned his face and turned his head: "May I ask, do I have a lot of roles in your adventure story?"

Zuo Wu grinned, and moved closer to Ai Shanshan: "Where there is me, there is you."

"Come on, didn't you think I was too crowded just now?"

The atmosphere was relaxed.

The ancient painting Qingkong is about to arrive at its intended destination - the ninth planet of the Star Sea Alliance, where the hearing on the creation of the gods is going on.

After this weapon was leaked from the border of the Imperial Alliance, it has sprouted and borne fruit in the territory of other regimes, and it is no longer enough to describe its threat to keep various regimes on their backs.

Dozens of political powers formed a council to discuss a joint response to such weapons, and representatives from the Imperial Alliance and Liaoyuan were also present.

It's just that the representative of the Imperial Union in this council seems to be the diehard Fang Nuolu said that he does not recognize the emperor, and he never reported the news to Zuo Wu's "palace".

Of course, a representative is only a small problem.

What Zuo Wu really thought about was whether he could find an ally in the council related to the Creation of the Gods, who could jointly investigate the current situation of the Imperial Alliance.

After all, it is to discuss the creation of the gods, and Yinggesuo's already empty home planet may be an attractive bargaining chip for them.

And there was news from Gray Wind that she was dragged by Liaoyuan's representative to help the venue.

Getting closer to the destination.

Zuo Wu's frown deepened, could he find his imaginary ally there?And relying too much on the power of other regimes, can it still count as its own after the Imperial Alliance?
In the final analysis, what is the reason for the inexplicable loss of the Imperial Union?
Was it the Chudan angel that smashed all the communication satellites?It shouldn't be, even so, the luck that I have plated on the Imperial Union has proved that it can make the scattered wreckage into usable creations.

As long as a miracle can happen once, it is enough to prove that it is possible; under the blessing of luck, it can almost be equated with "inevitability".

But the fact is that the huge regime lost contact completely, not even the slightest signal could be sent out by the miraculous east wind.

It can only be explained that something unexpected happened over there.

Zuo Wu couldn't come to a conclusion, and he didn't even know that Ai Shanshan had peeked at his brow for a long time.

This time it was Ai Shanshan who came to talk:

"Have you read Dutzi's email? Your interim prime minister insisted that it was a memorial. Hey, what do you think about the 'government-in-exile' she said?"

"No, first of all this must not have been thought up by Dutzi himself, there may be some conspiracy hidden in it,"

Zuo Wu shook his head: "Besides, after becoming a government-in-exile, will we be considered as a family of our own, and the relationship between the lost Emperor League and us will be a bit ambiguous? I'm not sure if this is the case, whether luck can still protect that side."

"Well, yes."

Silence fell again.

Ai Shanshan suddenly understood what Zuo Wu meant by "crowded"——

It's because there are too many things I want to tell the people around me, but I can't speak, or because I have to wear a strong mask, or because I don't want to make the other person worry.

Even if he knew that such a strong disguise would be broken with a single poke, the other party's worry would only grow stronger.

Ji Zhi's face suddenly flashed across the sea monster's mind, and Ma Niang firmly believed that it was the sole responsibility of "wife" to comfort the other party at such a time.

Almost an instant impulse.

Ai Shanshan put his hand on Zuo Wu's forehead, exerting light force, as if to smooth out the wrinkles there:

"It's not your fault that you can no longer let us live the life you dreamed of after becoming the emperor,"

"If you want to blame it, blame Yi Yisi, blame him for having weird thoughts about you, blame him for using the god's ruling so excessively, blame the emperor's alliance for being so crotchless, such a big regime can't even take care of itself , I insist that you lend a helping hand, like a brat!"

"And you, Zuo Wu! Don't think about it too much. Since you are shouldering responsibilities that do not belong to you, no one can demand that you give a perfect answer!"

With a sudden pull of the joystick held by her other hand, the ancient painting Qingkong slowed down, and Zuo Wu suddenly returned to the day when she hugged herself by the waist and jumped off the dead planet not long after she met the sea monster.

"Besides, so what if you get a dilapidated Dilian in the end? The Dilian has nothing to do with you in the first place, and you can earn as much as you get!"

"If other people complain to you that you didn't protect the Imperial Union, then they are greedy! Even people in the fallen country know that the greater the benefit, the greater the responsibility!"

"Even now, you don't owe Dilian anything, on the contrary, Dilian owes you a huge favor!"

Said, the sea monster took a deep breath, and finally felt that Zuo Wu's eyebrows were still wrinkled, so he was a little satisfied: "How is it? How do you feel about what I said?"

"...Actually, it's all something I've thought about,"

Zuo Wu grinned, and continued before Ai Shanshan's face turned black: "But it's still different after you say it."

"Humph."

Ai Shanshan lowered his eyes and wanted to take his hand away.

But Zuo Wu pinched her wrist, and fixed the siren's fingers on the spot between his own eyebrows: "Ai Shanshan, I have a heartfelt request."

"Touch me here again, using the scales on your fingertips, it's really comfortable."

Ai Shanshan covered his chest, and imitated Levina's gesture of vomiting.

But she didn't take her hand away after all.

Instead, he gently pulled the joystick of the ancient painting Qingkong to make the mech cruise in space slower and slower.

(End of this chapter)