After breakfast, wiped my mouth clean with a tissue, Ryan said, “I’m full.”

Chu Yuwen looked at the table with a lot of food left: "Don't eat anything more?"

Ryan shook his head, looked at the food on the table with nostalgia, revealing the expression of "Although I still want to eat, I am indeed full."

Chu Yuwen asked the servant to remove the breakfast and take Ruian out to the marriage registration office.

The Marshal's Mansion is very large. From the fourth floor dining room to the first floor living room, you need to pass a long circling staircase. Yan Weiliang didn't pay attention when he came up yesterday, but today he found that the crimson handrail of the staircase also had its own unique features. Every distance there was a statue of beast squatting on the pillars, including the Prisoner, Yazi, Xuanfeng, Pulao, Little, Chiba, Zi, Zi, Baiba, Baiba, Feng, Chiwen.

The dragon gives birth to nine sons.

This decoration with a unique oriental charm made Yan Weiliang feel a sense of intimacy. But when he thought that it was placed in the Marshal's Mansion, the feeling quickly subsided.

The empire was founded by global unification. To this day, almost everyone is a mixed-race child. Not to mention marrying foreigners, it is not a strange thing to marry aliens. Of course, there is no concept of "foreign". In the world, there is no such thing as empire.

Therefore, people today are mixed with the blood of multi-ethnic or even multi-ethnic. Against this backdrop of cultural integration, ancient civilizations of various ethnic groups are difficult to preserve and are destroyed in the long river of history.

But there are still exceptions.

The royal family and the earliest nobles today were the Chinese lineage, which made the Chinese civilization last for a long time. The nobles later began to marry emerging forces and had mixed-race children with blonde hair and blue eyes. Only the royal family did not intermarry with foreign tribes in all dynasties, but only married noble women with pure bloodlines, maintaining the purity of bloodlines.

So far, the Yan royal family is the only clan in the world that retains black hair and black eyes and Eastern Confucius.

This is also a symbol of royal status.

But to a certain extent, this kind of isolation and helplessness caused by self-confidence is not one of the reasons for the decline of the royal family.

Judging from the surname Chu Yuwen, he was also a descendant of an oriental nobleman. His hair color was black and his facial features were gentle and handsome as an oriental person. Only his dark golden eyes were too sharp, indicating that his ancestors had the bloodline of foreign tribes.

Since the decline of the royal family and the rise of the new nobles, the Chinese style, which was once highly praised, was once sneered. Chu Yuwen had a large number of Western European subordinates who were keen on European retro style. However, the marshal's mansion was filled with Chinese elements, including the ancient poems from faraway China on his bookshelf.

Should I say that Chu Yuwen is nostalgic?

But he is the most innovative one.

The marshal who was committed to overthrowing the imperial power was also the one that the royal family and nobles wanted to eradicate the most, no doubt about it.

The door was still the same. Yesterday, Yan Weiliang scrambled in through repeated investigations and walked out openly today. But one day, his status was different.

The servant bowed and opened the door and respectfully invited the two to go out.

A car had already been parked at the door. The silver and smooth body, without wheels, was suspended in the air, and could even start the button to fly. No one needed to drive. As long as you enter the destination, the system will automatically plan the best route and avoid all roadblocks and drive automatically.

This is the most common transportation tool in the upper three zones, floating and driving.

People in the third and third districts may not have seen any means of transportation everywhere here.

The difference between the third and fourth zones is a door that cannot be crossed in a lifetime. People in the middle and third zones are still using primitive cars to transport, while those in the lower three zones may not even have transportation tools.

The gap between the rich and the poor will always exist, and the class will never be able to cross. Thousands of years ago, some people took private jets to vacation, drove for a Porsche, and danced in Maserati; some people rode bicycles, rushed to buses, squeezed into the subway, and were busy going to work.

In the interstellar era, people in the upper three zones took mechas, spaceships, and wandered in the starry sea. In addition, people were confined to their own areas and were not allowed to take a step.

Such an empire was what the third prince wanted to change and the marshal wanted to overthrow.

Strictly speaking, they may not be enemies, but they are even more unlikely to become friends when they are each other's identities.

"Get on the bus." Chu Yuwen said to him with a smile, his tone was very gentle, but he didn't mean to get in the bus first and then lead him.

Yan Weiliang laughed softly in his heart.

Did you start testing so soon?

The door of the floating self-driving car is in front and is completely fitted with the body when it is not opened. The smooth and flat surface makes it impossible to see that there is a door here.

There is a very obvious outline of the door behind the floating self-driving car. But that is not a door, it is used to open and stretch out mechanical wings after the self-driving car becomes a flying state.

Now, the front door of this car is not open, but the back door is open, black, and it is where mechanical wings are hidden. If you have never seen a floating self-driving car, you might really think that this is the entrance.

Ruian's identity information states that he has been growing up in the Fourth District since he was a child. Recently, he was found to be an excellent appearance by an adjutant who went to the Fourth District to do business and was directly airlifted to the First District for the Marshal.

He probably had never seen a floating self-driving car before.

It can be imagined that if Yan Weiliang asked, "But isn't the door open?" or if he consciously walked to the tightly hidden front door and exposed it directly.

A person who is used to living in the first area is a very ordinary means of transportation. Who would notice such a detail? It is easy for people to make habitual moves of getting on the bus, which is instinct.

And this invisibly exposed itself.

Chu Yuwen's seemingly gentlemanly courtesy was a temptation without any trace.

But how could this trick be calculated to get Yan Weiliang?

Ryan didn't realize anything and stepped onto the back door without hesitation.

The mechanical wings in the back door can easily strangle a weak Omega.

He didn't hesitate at all.

The moment he was about to truly enter the back door, he was pulled back by one hand and was entangled in a warm embrace.

"Ruian, you've gotten into the wrong place." Chu Yuwen apologized, "I forgot that the car door has not opened yet, the entrance is there."

Ryan looked at the suddenly opened front door in shock and stuttered: "So... there is also a car door here."

"There is only this car door." Chu Yuwen corrected him, "The one you are walking on is not a door, but a wing window. There will be danger when people enter. Be careful next time."

What a gentle reminder.

It's like he's not the one who plots into someone.

Ryan's face turned red with shame: "I seemed to have done something stupid."

"It's okay, it's your first time riding, so it's good to get familiar with it in the future." Chu Yuwen took Ruian into the car this time.

Ruian stepped into the car, sat down and looked around. The mechanical sound of the flat panel was emitted in the floating car: "Hello, welcome to the No. 7 Suspension Self-Driving Car, please tell me your destination."

"Marriage Registration Office." Chu Yuwen issued an order.

The mechanical voice stopped talking, and the entire car body moved instantly. Ruian didn't even tilt his body, just like walking on flat ground.

If the scenery outside had not changed, I would not have even noticed that the hover car was moving.

Ryan observed the carriage curiously. From the outside, the body of the sterling silver appeared, but from the inside, the scene outside could be clearly seen. The hover car drove smoothly, and the outside was prosperous.

The streets are full of floating cars coming and going, unmanned, but they are all in order and will not collide. Occasionally, winged pegases or golden rocs are pets that are domesticated by wealthy families.

Passers-by are all dressed in exquisite clothes and beautiful appearances, chatting and laughing on the streets. They are not like the mediocre people in the middle and third districts, and they seem to never see hope.

Ryan put his hands on the glass, and his eyes were filled with exclamation: "Wow..."

That expression of "knowing" is not like a false statement.

Chu Yuwen asked, "First meeting?"

"Yeah." Ryan nodded repeatedly, "The first area is indeed very different from ours. Our place is very, very..." He thought for a long time and finally came up with a word, "poverty."

Poverty, even barren. This is the situation in the middle and third districts.

The lower three areas are called desolate or even absurd.

I don’t know about the tenth district because not many people have been there. Yan Weiliang hasn’t either.

In order to understand the people's conditions, he visited the Central and Lower Districts, witnessed the bad situation there, as well as the people who struggled to survive in the mud. When he returned to the prosperous imperial capital, he saw those extravagant princes and ministers, even he himself felt a moment of confusion and disgust.

Why can a warrior use his passion to serve such an empire? Why can a group of people like this be protected by heroes with their lives?

There is no need for royal family and nobles to exist at all.

At one moment, Yan Weiliang even understood Chu Yuwen's thoughts very much, and even thought, forget it, let's just do it. If you hand over the empire to Chu Yuwen, he will definitely make the world better.

But many times, he flipped through pages of "Biography of Yan" alone in the library of the palace, and jumped out of the glory of the Yan family's past between the lines, and always felt unwilling to accept it.

The ancestors of the Yan family once united the world at the end of the earth to become human leaders and defeated alien enemies. The new earth was renamed Blue Star to open a new era.

They once drove mechas, expanded their territory, and put flags with the word "Yan" on each planet.

Each of them is brave and fearless, with passionate responsibility, and their feats are recorded in history, and every word is glorious. He is proud that their blood flows in his bones.

Their descendants should not be like this.

We should not leave the market so cowardly.

There was only one Yan Weiliang in the Yan family generation. He had many brothers who were indulging in pleasure every day and mocking him for his efforts. His elder brother, who was the crown prince, was jealous but always wanted to eradicate this excellent younger brother. The emperor was even more of a foolish and incompetent representative. When he saw Chu Yuwen, who held real power, he shivered.

It’s no wonder that Chu Yuwen once said: “There is only one of the royal families today, Yan Weiliang is still considered pure and worthy of being my opponent. Don’t compare other things with me, and don’t compare them with him.”

That's all a kind of insult.

"Ruian." Chu Yuwen called him gently.

"Hmm?" Yan Weiliang raised his head, looking dumbfounded.
Chapter completed!