Exiled on the deserted star, the plants I planted have 100 million magical points

Chapter 323
Before returning to Planet 2B, Ai Moye went to the Ministry of Agriculture.

Due to the war, some agricultural activities of the Ministry of Agriculture were forced to stop, so the Minister of Agriculture was complaining to the emperor with tears in his eyes.

After the secretary knocked on the door, the emperor made an excuse to hang up the projection call.

The Minister of Agriculture had no choice but to hold back his tears and receive Ai Moye first.

This time, Ai Moye brought researcher Xiong Zhuang with her to deliver lilies to the Ministry of Agriculture.

The Minister of Agriculture's eyes widened at the sight of the beautiful flowers and the smell of the elegant fragrance.

"This, this, this is the legendary lily?"

Ai Moye nodded, "I developed it, and the Botanical Research Institute worked together to cultivate this ancient Earth flower."

Researcher Xiong Zhuang has now become Ai Moye's "little brother" and is specifically responsible for taking care of Lily. Hearing this, he shifted his gaze uncomfortably.

He thought Ai Moye would take revenge on him crazily, but he didn't expect this woman to be so generous. Not only did she give him a lot of information about lilies and let him do his research, she also brought him to meet the Minister of Agriculture.

In comparison, he is so petty and narrow-minded that it is laughable.

The Minister of Agriculture walked around the potted plant several times, like a drug addict who was deeply addicted, constantly breathing in the fragrance of the lilies.

“What an elegant and charming appearance, what a refreshing fragrance! Once it is on the market, the public will definitely go crazy for it!”

Ai Moye said with a smile, "You are exaggerating."

She spread her hands to introduce Xiong Zhuang to the Minister of Agriculture, saying that this researcher would go to the agricultural base with the talents of the Ministry of Agriculture to plant lilies.

People who are deeply empty and bored are in urgent need of something meaningful to enhance their expectations for their boring lives.

Beautiful flowers with fragrance, purity and naturalness are part of people's renewed hope in life.

The Minister of Agriculture quickly made arrangements, and after seeing Xiong Zhuang off, he continued to receive Ai Moye.

Ai Moye said, "There is one more thing I would like to ask you. I should have asked the Marshal for help, but as you know, he is not with me."

The Minister of Agriculture immediately said, "If there is anything I can do to help, please let me know."

Half an hour later, Ai Moye arrived at the National Library.

She told the minister that she needed to find some books on ancient Earth to further study agricultural content, but she was unable to borrow precious books due to her status.

The Minister of Agriculture immediately lent her his ID card, allowing her to find books as she wished.

But Ai Moye’s real purpose is not this.

She entered the library and headed straight for the historical archives section—a tall tower dotted with blue light.

You need to scan the chip to enter here, and only those above the Imperial Minister have permission.

After entering, Ai Moye was stunned by the several layers of books.

Where to start looking for this?

Never mind, let’s search layer by layer.

It should be around eighty to sixty years ago. Fortunately, the information is classified and organized by year, which can narrow the search scope.

Ai Moye stayed in there for a long time. She didn't know how many hours had passed, but she still hadn't finished finding all the information from eighty years ago.

Seeing that the library was about to close, Ai Moye was about to give up, but when she turned around, she was startled by a man who suddenly appeared.

"what!"

"Ye Ye, what are you doing here?" The man had a pair of sapphire eyes, and the golden tassel emblem on his chest, which symbolized the highest power of the empire, was very conspicuous.

"Your Majesty, you really are, haha, a ghost... you appear and disappear like a ghost." Ai Moye tried hard to describe the second half of the adjective in a less negative way.

The emperor walked around from one side of the bookshelf with a smile and said, "This is the information area. There shouldn't be the books you want to find here, Ye Ye. Or, did you go the wrong way?" "Thank you for giving me the way out, but I don't want to go down." Ai Moye didn't want to be kicked out like this, so she said straight to the point, "I'm here to find any clues about Uncle Di or Bu Jianzhou."

The emperor appreciated her straightforwardness. "It's a pity that our Lady Emma specifically told you not to touch these dark things now."

"If you don't let me know, I'll have all kinds of thoughts." Ai Moye replied.

"I know, but what can you do?" asked the emperor.

Ai Moye was speechless for a moment and lowered her head.

The emperor smiled instead, "Don't feel incompetent. That's a problem that even I can't solve, let alone you, a little kid."

Regardless of age or appearance, Ai Moye is truly a child who is only nineteen years old and has not yet stepped out of the school gate.

The emperor turned and walked towards the elevator, slowing down his pace to take care of Ai Moye.

"With the authority of the Minister of Agriculture, I cannot mobilize the sealed files. Come with me."

Ai Moye hurried to follow.

I entered the elevator and saw red numbers jumping.

Ai Moye turned her head to look at the emperor, and felt more and more that this person was very similar to Di Lie.

The facial features are similar in the literal sense, with royal blue eyes, a high nose bridge, three-dimensional and deep contours, and he is incredibly handsome.

If you tell others about it, even your brothers will believe it.

Ai Moye asked, "Are you related to Uncle Di?"

The emperor smiled and said, "You should have heard of the ancient marriage agreement, so the great nobles are more or less related by blood."

"Marriage between close relatives will increase the probability of genetic diseases," said Ai Moye.

The emperor said sadly, "Don't worry about this problem. The interstellar fertility rate is already shockingly low."

Ai Moye corrected, "This idiom is not used like this."

The emperor laughed out loud.

The top floor of the tower should be thousands of meters above the ground.

The emperor said that the empire’s most confidential archives were turned into paper documents and sealed here forever.

"I'm not sure how much I can find. These things were sorted and sealed by my father, the late emperor himself." The emperor scanned the authority, looking for information.

These data are not even in the Empire's main brain. They are all sealed in paper form to prevent the system from being intercepted and invaded, and spread maliciously.

Similarly, even the emperor cannot take it out of the tower. If Ai Moye wants to read it, she can only read it in the tower.

Every time the emperor took out a copy, Ai Moye took the time to quickly read it.

The first piece of information is about Di Lie’s past.

The general idea is that the marriage between the Felix family and the Monton family ended with the death of Miss Felix.

Because of the woman's death, the relationship between the two families was completely broken.

As a product of a marriage, Di Lie Mengton had no detectable superpowers. He was officially declared to be without superpowers in his youth and was secretly exiled by the Mengton family.

Attached to the information is a photo of Di Lie in his youth.

In the dynamic photo, the gloomy boy impatiently drives away the butterflies surrounding him. His eyes are more cruel and resolute than those of a wild beast, as if he is ready to tear the people around him into pieces at any time.

Completely different from the person Ai Moye knew, the boy had wounds on his face and blood at the corners of his mouth. He was confined in a magic circle and seemed to be humiliated when the photo was taken.

Ai Moye couldn't help but slowly stroke the boy's face, as if she could see through time and space and touch the boy who was covered with thorns, violent and rebellious at that time.