In the washing blue sky, two white lines moving slowly forward were clear and eye-catching.

The young children playing in the fields were watching curiously. Not far away, there was a city made of steel and cement. The towering tall buildings were like forests. It was the most prosperous city in the northern region of Novosibirsk, the Chinese Empire, with a population of more than one million.

Ye Zhao was sitting in a jet with white lines at this moment. Looking out, the plane's glass window reflected his face. Although his hair was dyed black on his temples, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes could not be concealed. Ye Zhao had to sigh that he was really old.

This year is 1920, and I am already in my 80s. Although the imperial doctor was amazed that his physical condition was healthier than many young people during the examination a few years ago, he knew his own affairs, and now his mentality is becoming more and more like an old man.

Close your eyes slightly, Ye Zhao could feel the slightly nervous breathing of the guards behind the seat. Although he had abdicated for ten years, for them and the entire empire, he had almost transformed into an eternal god.

Outside the window, two propeller fighters on the left and right were escorting - the Flying Leopard 3 fighter, which was affiliated with the First Flight Squadron of the First Division of the Royal Air Force.

The Royal Air Force of the Empire was founded in the early 1990s and now it has more than 2,000 aircraft of various types [Zhencha, fighter, bomber, transporter, etc.). In fact, if a war really breaks out, at the current industrial level of the Empire, various propeller fighters will be mass-produced from the flow production line at an extremely terrifying speed. However, it is impossible for pilot training to have a crash course.

The seven-seater jet transport aircraft that Ye Zhao was riding was the latest improved model developed by the Fengtian Aircraft Manufacturing Factory under the Empire Oriental Heavy Industry Group, which has undergone flight tests for hundreds of hours. Despite this, Ye Zhao suddenly ordered him to be transferred to test the long-range voyage himself, which still shocked everyone.

The jet aircraft has always maintained a speed of about 650 kilometers per hour to make the escort propeller fighter flight easier, of course, it is also for Ye Zhao's safety.

"Novosibirsk? Tell the pilot, go down." Ye Zhao looked down at the earth below that turned into various small geometric figures.

"Yes, first, sir, are you still flying?" Sitting beside Ye Zhao was his attendant Cai Baojun. In fact, his name was originally Baojun, but was later changed to his current name by Ye Zhao since Ye Zhao abdicated. Cai Baojun has been guarding him.

Although Ye Zhao abdicated and asked him to call him "Mr.", these two words were still so awkward when he was traveling outside.

"No more flying."

Ye Zhao's words made Cai Baojun relieved. He came all the way north to refuel at various air force bases. The flight distance was probably more than ten thousand miles. If there was any mistake in the jet plane, it didn't matter. But how could he protect the emperor in mid-air?

But Ye Zhao's next words made Cai Baojun embarrassed, "Baojun, don't follow me, I'll go for a walk in the city."

"Yes." After hesitating for a moment, Cai Baojun could only obey the orders. There was a record that he did not agree to the emperor and the imperial concubine sneaked away, which was even more frightening.

When the next shot.

"Bang bang bang bang bang"

Cai Baojun sat next to Ye Zhao with a bitter face.

This is the train to Yekaterinburg. For decades, the Russians' war trauma has gradually been healed, at least for most Urals. The improvement of their living conditions has gradually forgotten that their neighbors in the East have seized large areas of Siberia from them through war. A new generation of Ural youths, drinking Chinese beer, worshiping Chinese stars, singing Chinese songs, and watching Chinese movies, they are a generation that grew up under the influence of Eastern culture.

More than a decade ago, Caterina, the queen of the Ural Kingdom, died of illness because she had no offspring. The domestic nobles almost broke out in civil war for the throne. Finally, with the mediation of the Chinese, the Ural Kingdom joined the "Federal of China". The Chinese Federation is Asia, and some African groups of states that respect the Chinese emperor as the nominal highest head of state. The king of the Ural Kingdom was led by the Chinese emperor, and the actual rule was the elected cabinet government.

The members of the current Chinese Federation are North Korea, Japan, Vietnam, Laos, Cambodia, Thailand, Myanmar, Bangladesh, Nepal, Shiva Kingdom, Bukhara Kingdom, Afghanistan, Iran, Iraq, Syria, Saudi Arabia, Oman, Jordan, Pakistan, Hindustan (northeastern part of the Indian continent), Andhra (southeastern part of the Indian continent), Hainan Country (East Australia), Brunei, Luzon, New Guinea, Boni (Kalimantan Island), Java, Malaysia, Singapore, Hawaii, Tanzania, Mozambique, South Africa Autonomous Region, Egypt, Kenya, Transva, Congjia, Zulu, and Ural Kingdom, a total of 39 member states.

In fact, many new countries in Africa, Eastern Europe and the Balkans have actively strived to join the federal government, but have all been rejected by the Federal Cooperation Committee.

Commonly known as the Federation of China, its full name is "the consortium of friendly countries and regions in China".

Of course, the Federation of China is not a national group of military alliances. Today, China is promoting close economic cooperation among the member states of the Federation.

Among the member states of the Chinese Federation, except for China, the comprehensive strength of the Ural Kingdom is among the top three. If we look at living standards, it is also first-class in Europe. However, the economy depends on China and trade more, and has gradually transformed into a commercial country.

"Sir, Tang Shaoyi is also in Yekaterinburg." Cai Baojun reported to Ye Zhao in a low voice.

Tang Shaoyi was the current Prime Minister of the Empire and the last minister in charge of the Imperial Study before Ye Zhao abdicated.

Ye Zhao nodded slightly. He rarely put down his burden. In recent years, he no longer paid attention to political affairs, but instead traveled with his beloved concubines. It was just a white cloud and a scattered dog. Time flies, and his lovers were gradually withering. The matchmaker also passed away more than ten years ago. Ye Zhao's heart was getting older. He just hoped that the underworld ghosts would come soon to lead him to meet them.

"Baojun, go and ask me for a bottle of water." Ye Zhao suddenly felt a little thirsty. It was so troublesome when people were old. They often suddenly became thirsty and hungry.

Cai Baojun hesitated for a moment, but got up and walked towards the restaurant car behind him.

This train is actually a long-distance international train to Berlin's final destination. Ye Zhao is located in a first-class carriage, adjacent to the restaurant.

The carriage is clean and tidy. The small wooden table between the two soft seats is covered with white lace tablecloths, and the table is filled with simple bottles of flowers, with a faint fragrance, which is pleasant to the spleen and lungs.

The carriage was very quiet, and all the gentlemen and wives were sitting in China. Men often wore top hats and Tang suits. The ladies' clothes were colorful and colorful, with different styles, making Ye Zhao feel like he had returned to the era he had gradually forgotten.

"Uncle, is there no one here?" A girl's voice suddenly sounded in her ears, with a faint familiar smell, like a lightning bolt that hit the depths of Ye Zhao's soul.

The seats in this carriage were seated in a similar manner, and Cai Baojun also bought tickets for the seat opposite. "Someone..." Ye Zhao said subconsciously, turned to look, and immediately his body was shocked, as if he was struck by lightning, and his mind was blank.

On the side aisle are two extremely cute comic-style beauties, which are so exquisite that they feel like they have entered the fairy tale world. The whole carriage has become a layer of dreamy color under the reflection of their cuteness. They are both wearing pure aristocratic student outfits, the same thin white cotton socks are wrapped in slender and crystal calves, and the same black small leather shoes are simply so cute.

What made Ye Zhao almost lose his breath was that the two beautiful girls in front of him had such familiar faces, familiar dreams and bloodlines connected. He almost thought that he was dreaming, napping, and even he had opened the door to heaven without realizing it, biting his lower lip hard, and the severe pain made him know that this was not a dream.

Looking at the beautiful girls in the comics in a daze, they both had their eyebrows, eyes, and exquisite facial features, they were like Jin Feng and Matchmaker. But, they were young, at the age of fifteen or sixteen, Little Matchmaker and Little Jin Feng?

Ye Zhao felt his head dizzy and almost fainted.

Xiao Jinfeng and Xiaomeng looked at each other. When Ye Zhao was disappointed to walk away, he became clear-headed and hurriedly said, "No one, no one, hurry up, you guys, please sit down."

Looking at the cute little backpack that was exactly the same on the back, Ye Zhao asked repeatedly: "What are you guys? How big are you?" His voice trembled uncontrollably, and even his whole body was almost out of control. If you occasionally see a person who looks like a matchmaker or a golden phoenix, it was nothing. In the vast world, what's so strange about meeting a person with a similar face? But, but Jin Feng and the matchmaker appear at the same time, how could there be such a coincidence?

At this time, Xiao Jinfeng and Xiaomeng sat down opposite Ye Zhao in the same cute movement. Xiao Jinfeng's long black eyelashes were slightly curled up, so cute. Her beautiful big eyes circled Ye Zhao's face and said, "My name is Caifeng. She is my sister Hongfeng. We are twin sisters. It's sixteen this year."

At this time, the little matchmaker or Hongfeng pulled Caifeng's sleeves and whispered something in Caifeng's ear. She looked at Ye Zhao with great vigilance.

Caifeng? Hongfeng? Ye Zhao closed his eyes, clenched his fists with both hands, and after a while, he controlled his almost exploded heart. He opened his eyes and asked, "You, where are you going? Where are your parents?" His voice trembled even more uncontrollably.

Looking at Ye Zhao's hysterical appearance, Cai Feng suddenly burst into laughter and said, "Uncle, you are so strange." Hong Feng said in her ear, "Don't pay attention to him." The voice was a little louder, and Ye Zhao also heard it.

In fact, the gentlemen in the seat next to him were already frowning at Ye Zhao, and naturally they felt that Ye Zhao was not a good person, just because they were afraid that such a cute pair of sisters would be bullied by him.

Caifeng turned around and said to Hongfeng: "It's okay, don't you think, it seems that we have known this uncle for a long time?" They are twins and their hearts are often the same.

"I don't think so!" Hongfeng had no choice but to use her carefree sister. She glared at Ye Zhao in protest, stretched out her fist and blew her breath, and said calmly: "Tell me first, I am the champion of the youth group of the national martial arts competition for three consecutive times. This year's champion of the adult group will be mine."

Still so proud? Ye Zhao laughed silently, but in a flash, he wanted to cry again. Even when Cai Baojun came to him, he suddenly realized that he had not realized it.
Chapter completed!