And the lamp that will dim shall shine on the face of the young man in black. After hearing the words of the crowd. His straight eyebrows suddenly trembled, but he didn't say anything.

When Aunt Susan saw his reaction, she thought that her words had touched the other party's sad soul, and she couldn't help but regret it a little, so she stopped talking, and casually rambled a few gossips, then walked downstairs, and patted the back of her head with some regret.

Ten days ago, Aunt Susan, who got up early in the morning and climbed up to the attic to prepare for a day's sales work, was surprised to see a young black man covered in blood lying on the dusty floor of his house, falling into a deep coma, looking extremely terrifying.

Aunt Susan was very bold, and after confirming that the other party was unconscious, she dragged him to the straw mat and looked at him carefully, and she made her own judgment on the person's identity from the ill-fitting military uniform and ill-fitting military boots.

In those days, the capital city of Tianjing was filled with gloomy faces of military police and plainclothes of the Royal Intelligence Agency, and the royal family was hunting down the remnants of the aristocratic rebellion. Aunt Susan thought that the young black man covered in blood on the straw mat must be a nobleman who was being hunted.

In the end, what confirmed her judgment was the corner of the panties exposed from the waist of the black young man, as the aristocratic lady of the year, she knew very well the material of the panties, and only the really wealthy upper-class nobles were eligible to enjoy them.

Today's Aunt Susan seems to have forgotten the tragedy of the destruction of her family, and she does not have much hatred for His Majesty and the royal family, let alone the courage to be involved in the rebellion of the nobles and collect fugitives, and her first reaction at that time was to call the police. However, at this moment, the unconscious black young man woke up for a moment.

It was at that moment that those squinted little eyes revealed a weakness that provoked endless pity, amiable sincerity and sincere pleading.

I don't know what kind of struggle Aunt Susan's heart went through at that time, I don't know if she saw the shadow of her parents from this poor aristocratic fugitive, I don't know if she remembered that her brother who loved her the most also had such a pair of clear eyes.

She didn't call the police, she hid him, hid him in the attic of the small courtyard, hid in the dust, fed him porridge and water, scrubbed his body full of miserable wounds, crushed the pills and stuffed them into his mouth until he woke up.

The black young man woke up and thanked him for the first time. Let Aunt Susan confirm her guess again. That standard Tianjing aristocracy, no, more precisely, the royal tone, how many years have you not heard it?

"The little guy's parents, Kenan, are big shots. ”

Aunt Susan was busy in the kitchen downstairs. The kitchen knife made a crisp chopping sound on the plastic cutting board, and muttered with a hint of annoyance, "But what is the use of the nobles? ”

Cheap greens bought in the vegetable market during the day. The white porridge that is chopped into pieces by an old kitchen knife and thrown into the pot is accompanied by a few slices of ready-to-eat meat, mixed with a spoonful of yellow-brown spices, and a steaming pot of appetizing miscellaneous dishes is complete.

Aunt Susan clapped her hands proudly, and was about to put the food in the pot on the plate, when she suddenly thought of the pale face of the poor nobleman in the attic, and was silent for a long time, she couldn't help but sigh a long sigh, took out the black feather chicken nuggets and red hanging seeds from the refrigerator for her son to eat on the weekend, and threw them into the pot.

"I can't be such a bad person anymore, and it's no good, and I have to be scared every day. ”

She complained to herself as she stirred up the food and wiped the beads of sweat from her forehead.

"Black feather chicken and red wilt. It's good for blood replenishment, you pick it out and eat it!"

Aunt Susan threw the bowl in front of the black young man in a vicious voice, and said, "Hurry up and take care of your's body, and then give me as far as I can."

The black young man was holding a somewhat hot food bowl. After being silent for a long time, he slowly picked up his chopsticks and took a big bite to eat.

Sweeping away the food in the bowl, he looked up at Aunt Susan, who had been leaning against the pillars. It seemed that he wanted to say something, but he didn't say anything after all, maybe because the food was too hot, and the small eyes that still had some signs of swelling were shining.

"Don't look at me with such puppy eyes, the remaining half of the chicken is reserved for Paul, don't think I'll cook it for you!"

Aunt Susan snatched the bowl angrily.

The black young man looked at her and laughed.

"Don't rush to leave lately, though

Aunt Susan couldn't stand the poor nobleman's clean and harmless smile, and waved the rag in her right hand like a mosquito repellent. As if to wave the smile away, he said in an aggravated tone, "I heard that a federal fugitive has escaped recently. Of course, the Joint Defense Office did not say that it was gossip on the underworld, and the military and police were pulling people everywhere. You have to be careful. ”

"I'm not from the Federation," replied the unafraid black youth.

"Don't you be afraid, if you let the military department arrest you, a fugitive nobleman, I am afraid that your fate will be better than that. The Federalists are much more miserable. Aunt Susan said in a rough voice, "Forget it, you can stay here for a while, ;, the murderer's household registration has never been strict." I don't know how many cups are hidden in the four major markets, and she won't be able to find you for a while

"You say it's a distant relative of mine, but Aunt Susan looked at him with a frown. Said "You have to change this accent, this authentic royal accent, alas." ”

She sighed and took the dishes to wash. Before going downstairs, the rough voice sounded again: "You are more familiar with the way of life, I don't expect you to make money for my mother, but you can't eat your father and mother in the future." You have to learn something to make a living, right?"

Watching Aunt Susan turn out of the attic like a moving and spinning bucket, listening to the sound of heavy footsteps below, and then hearing the familiar and friendly curses in the kitchen, Xu Le rubbed his black head, and his heart was filled with endless warmth and gratitude.

In his coma he had many dreams, many nightmares, and the most frightening of them was when he woke up. It was being pointed at the cold muzzles of countless Imperial soldiers. The heavy wolf-tooth mecha was guarding the periphery, and a grim Huai Cao Shi was slowly coming.

He didn't expect that when he woke up, he would be greeted by a bowl of warm porridge, an aunt who was fierce on the outside and extremely warm and kind on the inside.

This is really the greatest luck in life.

He was immensely grateful to the Imperial woman named Susan, but on some issues he had to deceive and acquiesce in the other party's speculation. Pretending to be a poor young aristocrat who has been picked up by the imperial regime.

Kind-hearted Aunt Susan could risk taking in a nobleman because of her past, because of her compassion, but certainly not a Federal.

After waking up, he is now mistaken for an Imperial nobleman. And this misunderstanding is very firm in the heart of the aunt. Xu Le also felt a little strange, and it was only at this time that he remembered that his imperial Chinese language was basically moving towards Huaicao poetics, with the standard royal language and tone of Her Royal Highness the princess, it was difficult not to misunderstand.

Aunt Susan's son Paul, who is studying at the Second University, is very lonely in her daily life, so she seems a little nagging, and Xu Le deduces a lot of things from Aunt Susan's nagging, some of which are problems that he has studied around Huai Caoshi but has not paid attention to.

In the past, the hierarchy of the empire was extremely strict, with royalty, nobility, commoners, untouchables, and slaves, constituting the layers of structure of this deformed society. And to distinguish whether a person is a nobleman or not, there is one. The less reliable but popular method among the people is to look at the color of the human head, the color of the eyeballs, the closer the color of the head to the eyeballs, the more noble the identity of the imperial man,

Xu Le thought of Huai Caoshi's swarthy dark eyes that were often squinted, and couldn't help frowning.

That year in the federal Allure Prison, it seems that the amazing old man said a faintly related word, and the years are too long to remember clearly, as if the old man said that if he can remove the chip, he can go to the empire and pretend to be royal?

Why? Just because of the blackness of your head. Bright black eyes, or did the old man already guess that he could take out the chip on the back of his neck?

Xu Le's frowning brows gradually relaxed, but his eyes narrowed, and he slowly moved his body and half-leaned on the windowsill, looking at the moon outside the attic, which should be unfamiliar and was actually similar to the federal moon, and his mind didn't know where it had gone.

There was a sound of testing in the dilapidated courtyard below the attic, and the aunt seemed to be playing a war blockbuster, the metal box hanging at the entrance of the courtyard. It should be the chip monitoring equipment that the empire puts free of charge to all families.

The box never rang.

Xu Le subconsciously reached out and touched the back of his neck, and the small wound had already healed, and he knew in his heart that it was precisely because the box had not sounded. Aunt Susan and Paul never doubted that they were Confederates.

But I'm a member of the Federation, and I'm always going to leave the land of this empire, what should I do?" Xu Le squinted at the moon in a foreign land, and fell into deep thought again. I don't know how hard the Imperial side is now. If they haven't found themselves for so long, will they think they're dead? No, according to the temperament of Her Royal Highness the princess, she won't give up for a day if she doesn't find the body.

This dilapidated and shabby courtyard is a good building in this slum, but because it is too close to the crematorium, not many people want to choose to live here, and the lights are turned off in the surrounding buildings, and it is as quiet as he is in this mysterious mood.

Xu Le retracted his gaze, shook his head and sat back on the straw mat, dragged a large box from the corner of the wall, picked up those crude tools, and began to assemble the inferior and cheap pirated video and audio players in earnest.

The big problem of escaping the empire and returning to the Federation will not be solved for a while, but the most troublesome problem in front of us must be solved first.

"But this bayonet snail is really not the right model, auntie. ”

He looked at the screws that couldn't eat at all, and now this problem was more troublesome than fleeing