The reborn paranoid male protagonist is crazy again

Chapter 112
On November 2119, 11 in the Imperial Calendar, Emperor Yuan Hyuk, who was suffering from illness, passed away with regret at the Imperial Medical Center at the age of 2.

The emperor's death did not cause any splashes in the empire, but was only reported a few words by the imperial media.The vast majority of the citizens of the empire are becoming less and less aware of their existence, and the royal family and emperors who no longer have any influence have long had no admiration.

The imperial palace where the royal family lived for generations has become the seat of the central management agency of the empire. The royal family, including the emperor and crown prince, moved to a new palace some distance away from the imperial palace, becoming a symbol like a mascot.There is no need to worry about food and clothing, and there are royal funds allocated from the Ministry of Finance every year. They have no rights and are only supported by the empire.

Zhong Jinping has no intention of replacing the royal family, and in addition to the vigorous promotion of civilians in the past ten years, there are now many civilian officers and officials at the top, which directly affects the interests of the big aristocratic class.The latter knew very well how fascinated this imperial devil was with his wife who was born as a commoner, and he accepted what he asked, but he obeyed so obediently that there was no bottom line and no offline.

If Zhong Jinping wants to abolish the royal family and the aristocratic system for his commoner wife, and establish a democratic country like the Union Republic of Gester, those big nobles at the top of the empire will definitely go crazy.

You can cut my flesh, but not my life.Once my life is killed, these nobles will definitely turn their faces in an instant.

Even if there are many aristocratic families who have supported Zhong Jinping for decades.

In recent years, Zhong Jinping's methods have become more and more gentle, all the sharp corners have been restrained in dealing with people and things, his brows and eyes are soft like the spring breeze in March, and he is completely different from the cruel and sinister imperial devil before.Even among the people of the empire, it was rumored that he was the god who saved the empire and the civilians, and many remote and backward areas even enshrined his photo.The empire's number one sycophant, the empire's media, is shameless and shameless, calling him the savior of the empire, boasting to such an extent that even the person involved feels guilty if he stops.

Power and prestige have reached a peak.

As long as Zhong Jinping announces the abolition of the Yuan family royal family and replaces them, all nobles and commoners will be happy to see it.

But Zhong Jinping never did, as if he really did what the media of the empire boasted, he had no intention of the glory brought by power and status, and he was only for the development of the empire.

Yuan Hyuk has also been his emperor until he died of illness in a depressed mood.

No matter how advanced the medical technology of the empire is, it will not be able to save a person who is hopeless and desperate for death.

Crown Prince Solonga was killed by Lieutenant General Ivan who finally seized the opportunity five years ago. The body was brought to Miss Ivan's place for incineration, and the ashes were thrown to the dogs.

Although Lieutenant General Yiwen is a rough man, he can achieve this position, and he is as careful as he is when he is careful.He found out the truth about his precious daughter's suicide, and he has an inseparable relationship with Solonga.

Soronya locked Miss Ivan in a tall building with only one small window. The person in charge of the guard did not know that this shy girl who seldom showed up was the Crown Princess-to-be, because Soronya showed disgust and dislike for her. , I thought it was some ordinary girl who shamelessly wanted to hook up with the crown prince and angered him, so she wanted to humiliate her. During the resistance and struggle, Miss Ivan fell from the window and died.

Lieutenant General Yiwen tore up the person who killed his daughter, but shot the crown prince and burned his body to feed the dogs. He seriously violated the imperial law. .Completely separated from the power center of the imperial capital, no matter how connected he is, he has not been transferred back to the imperial capital.

After the death of Crown Prince Solonga, the royal lineage was completely severed.

After the decision of the empire's central management agency and the Supreme Military Council, a first-in-line heir with the closest blood relationship to the royal family was finally selected from the offshoots of the royal family, and he was named the crown prince.

The newly baked crown prince was dizzy from the fried pie that fell out of thin air, wept with joy, and passed out from excitement on the spot.

To be able to grow from a remote branch with no power, no power and blood, who can't touch a brick of the imperial palace in his entire life, to become the crown prince of the empire, the future emperor, even if he has no real power, just a mascot is enough to make people happy ecstatic.

Emperor Yuan He was not in such a good mood. The new crown prince passed out from excitement, but he passed out from anger, his condition worsened, and finally passed away with hatred.

The new crown prince successfully inherited the throne and became the 102nd emperor of the empire.

The torrent of history is constantly rolling forward, some things disappear, some things change, and some new things appear.

Suspended tracks have been laid to every corner of the empire, and roads extend in all directions.

The suspension train has become the most convenient means of transportation for the citizens of the empire to travel. Then, the suspension speed car appeared one after another, and the space curvature drive technology...

The resources unearthed from the northern mineral veins controlled by the empire have promoted the development of the empire's technology.

The convenience brought by science and technology has greatly liberated the labor force of the common people at the bottom, and there is no wanton oppression by the nobles. The life of the common people is getting better and better, and freedom and equality are no longer empty words.

The aristocratic nobles completely lost the right to wantonly kill civilians for fun.

The civilian school has long been changed to the Imperial College, which is subdivided into junior colleges, intermediate colleges and advanced colleges. Each college is also divided into different professional grades, and the education industry is also booming.

The population of the imperial capital has more than doubled, from the original nine districts to twelve districts, except for newborns.A large increase in the number of people who poured into the development of the imperial capital.

In the end, the new urban immigration policy introduced by the central management agency stopped this trend.

The current imperial capital is completely different from the imperial capital more than ten years ago.

Countless whirlwind cars and suspended rail cars shuttle between skyscrapers. High-end intelligent robots have replaced many low-level jobs and entered every aspect of everyone's life.

Even for a low-to-middle-income family, one year's savings are enough to buy an intelligent robot that can be used for washing, cooking, housework, and childcare for the elderly. It is fully functional.

The previous commercial exchanges between the Empire and the Republic of the Union of Gerst have also gradually increased, and the relationship between the two countries has eased a lot. Even in the highest comprehensive college of the Empire, many foreign students from the Union of Gerst have increased.

Two years ago, the two countries opened up their tourism industry to each other. Although only a few pilot cities were opened, it is a good sign.

The two most powerful countries on this continent put down their arms and shook hands. When the small countries mixed in between them also got a respite, various business exchanges and cultural exchanges between various countries became more and more frequent.

On December 2120, 12 in the imperial calendar, Zhong Jinping, who was in his prime, held a meeting with the head of the Gester Alliance to talk about the future development of the two countries, and suddenly fell ill.

Although the upper echelons of the empire urgently blocked the news, some people were keenly aware of something, and the atmosphere in the empire suddenly became a little tense.

Imperial Medical Center, top floor.

As soon as Ye Luo received the message, she hurried over from the conference room.

The medical center suddenly strengthened its defenses tenfold. Even Ye Luo was allowed to enter after going through layers of defense and checking the fingerprints of her pupils to confirm her identity.

"What happened to him?"

Well done, why did it suddenly fall down?

When Ye Luo heard the news, her first reaction was that he was assassinated.

Fine wrinkles had already appeared on Zhong Shen's forehead. Looking at Ye Luo, who had beads of sweat on his forehead because he came in a hurry, "You have to be mentally prepared."

Zhong Shen's tone was rarely serious.

Ye Luo's expression became serious again, she pinched the red bracelet on her right wrist subconsciously, her fingertips turned white, she looked at Zhong Shen expressionlessly, "What's wrong with him?"

Zhong Shen opened the door, "The cells and all the organs in the body are aging rapidly... His time is running out."

Ye Luo walked in, her eyes fell on the person sitting on the hospital bed, her pupils shrank slightly.

"Zhong Jinping?"

Time will not treat anyone favorably just because of power.

Zhong Jinping had crow's feet at the corners of his eyes, and his jet-black hair was mixed with half silver strands, hanging down on both sides of his forehead. Even if the aura cultivated by being in a high position for decades was subdued, it was still as dignified and deep as an abyss.

The man in front of him looks like a 60-year-old man, and time has mercilessly stained his body with thick and colorful marks.

When Mingming saw him in the imperial media yesterday, his hair was still black, and there were only a few thin and shallow crow's feet in the corners of his eyes.

It seems that in just half a day, he has aged nearly 20 years.

The moment Ye Luo pushed the door open, Zhong Jinping raised his head and looked over, the gentleness between his eyebrows diluted the sharpness of his eyebrows, and a cheerful smile appeared on his tired and old face, "Luo Luo, you are here .”

The familiar voice also became a little older, low and hoarse.

She walked in front of Zhong Jinping, and only after getting closer did she discover that countless translucent tubes were protruding into his body from the neck and wrists, shimmering with electric current.

Even though Zhong Jinping's expression was as calm as possible, his eyes didn't feel the slightest bit of pain, and the muscles on his body that were not thin and trembling slightly betrayed his senses at this moment.

Ye Luo found that Zhong Jinping had lost weight, a little too thin, and the shape of the bones in his wrist could almost be seen.

"How can it be so serious... Isn't the cell repair instrument in the medical center able to treat all diseases?"

Ye Luo heard her extremely difficult and hoarse voice, and seemed to be struggling to utter every word. Her eyes were fixed on the densely packed transparent small tubes on Zhong Jinping's neck, and each tube was tightly attached to his neck. The inner skin, deep into the blood vessels below, bulges slightly with the flow of blood.

She knew that this kind of medical treatment was a way to forcefully prolong the life of a mortal man. It was very painful, and the strong electric current and medicine would stimulate every cell in his body to maintain vitality.

Zhong Jinping chuckled, "The cell repair instrument has no effect on me."

He raised his hand slowly with some difficulty, his eyebrows furrowed involuntarily because of the severe pain, Ye Luo bent down slightly, and let his hand touch her face.

"Don't cry..." Zhong Jinping smiled, and wiped the tears from the corners of Ye Luo's eyes with essential oils with his withered fingers, and the wrinkles between the eyebrows and eyes were stretched, "You are willing to be sad for me...I am very happy."

He caressed Ye Luo's face greedily and nostalgicly, the warm temperature and familiar breath still made him intoxicated and fascinated, the light in his long and narrow red eyes was like a galaxy condensed in the middle of the night, deep and bright.

Bright because of her.

Time has also left traces on Ye Luo's body. Compared with Ye Luo, who was young and unruly, with flamboyant and restless blood flowing in her bones, this still bright face has restrained the piercing sharpness, and has become calm and tolerant, dark and deep His eyes are like a sea that is calm and inclusive of everything. When you look at it quietly, you feel extremely calm and comfortable.

It was full of sadness and deep-seated despair at this time.

The top medical doctors with the most exquisite medical technology in the empire, including the best medical doctors from the Gust Alliance, the most advanced medical technology and the most advanced medical equipment in the empire, failed to cure Zhong Jinping.

Even though the upper echelons of the empire suppressed the news, the news that Zhong Jinping was terminally ill and that even the cell repair instrument could not be cured still spread.

Some people are worried and fearful, some are secretly happy and excited, some are crying and praying with their eyes closed...

The speed of Zhong Jinping's aging is rapidly accelerating.

Ye Luo looked at the data displayed on the report, her heart began to throb and she couldn't breathe.

It was as if the stolen time had been discovered and taken away, but within three days, the whole person looked like a dying old man, with snow-white hair covered with densely wrinkled face, and all his neat teeth had fallen out.

In the end, Zhong Jinping refused to see Ye Luo.

"Your mother likes good-looking people... Promise me that she won't let her see my ugly appearance..."

Zhong Jinping's eyes were cloudy and dim, and he could hardly see the appearance of his son in front of him. His old and feeble voice was extremely hoarse, and his once tall and powerful body had become thin and curvy. Only his face covered with deep wrinkles, his outline He could barely make out the shadow of the man who was once hailed as the most handsome man in the empire.

Since he was a child, he had been crawling and rolling in the military department, and was destroyed by the bombing. Most of his body had never shed a tear. Zhong Qing tightly covered his mouth and blocked his crying in his throat, and could only nod vigorously.

He was afraid that if he opened his mouth, he would not be able to help crying.

Mo Jue stopped Ye Luo with red eyes.

Ye Luo's haggard and pale face was sharp and fierce, she stared at Mo Jue forcefully, wishing to tear a piece of flesh off his body: "Go away! Or I'll kill you!"

"This is the Patriarch's order..." The nearly half-century-old leader of the Zhong family's secret guard stood firmly at the door, his body as steady as Mount Tai.

"Get out!" The angry Ye Luo kicked him away.

Mo Jue didn't fight back, but took advantage of the situation and retreated to the side.

Ye Luo rushed in quickly.

Zhong Jinping, whose consciousness was already dim, couldn't even feel the anxious and busy medical doctors around him. The moment Ye Luo rushed in, he slowly raised his head, the corners of his mouth curled up, and his red eyes brightened, He stretched out his hand in Ye Luo's direction.

Ye Luo rushed in front of him almost in the blink of an eye, and her trembling hands tightly grasped his fingers, which were almost covered with bones.

"Luoluo, don't cry..."

Zhong Jinping tried to look at her with wide eyes.

"do you still love me?"

Ye Luo nodded, her voice trembling, "I love you, Zhong Jinping."

Zhong Jinping's hands gradually lost strength, the corners of his mouth curled up, and he slowly closed his eyes.

On December 2120, 12 in the imperial calendar, Zhong Jinping died of illness in the Imperial Medical Center.

The pioneer who led the empire into a new era, the first-generation leader of the central management organization, ended the curtain and withdrew from the stage of the empire.

(End of this chapter)