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Heller is the youngest monarch to succeed Zeratul, becoming ruler at the age of 17.

In the past, Heller was ruthless and arrogant, and was once criticized by others, and almost became synonymous with tyrants.

Later, I restrained myself a little, and slowly transformed into the Heller that everyone sees now.

The surface is calm and generous, but the inside is domineering and conceited. In fact, it has not changed at all.

But who will look into it?

His majesty advocates people-oriented thinking, and regards the interests of citizens as the starting point and end point of all work. He has repeatedly emphasized that citizens are the main body that advances history, and the empire should pay more attention to the various needs of citizens.

These words are too great.

The courtiers, the military department, and even the nobles who might be passively touched by cheese all read His Majesty's great thoughts and expressed their understanding one after another.

Not to mention the citizens, there was a wave of Heller thought all over the empire.

In the tenth year after succeeding to the throne, Heller was named one of Zeratul's top ten emperors in advance before he died.

"Your Majesty, you are so great, please hold a speech on how your great ideas were born." The people who said these words were a group of imperial ministers.

Heller, who is often concerned with book sales, has little interest in 'big ideas'.

Because that is the thought of the inferior, not his.

Heller nodded: "You are responsible for writing the speech."

The ministers: "???"

Heller frowned: "Don't you guys understand it?"

"No no." Everyone said in unison: "Of course I understand, please rest assured, Your Majesty!"

After driving away the minister, Heller sat in a daze on his seat. There were some government affairs in front of him, but he had no intention of working.

Inferior people = great minds = great people?

Heller pursed his lips and frowned slightly. He just chose a lover at random, and in the end, he chose a great man respected by the whole empire. Maybe this is an extraordinary life.

After the speech, Heller's popularity was at its peak.

The recorded video of Heller's speech was also sent to every citizen's communicator, and even to extraterrestrials.

Your majesty of the advanced planet, whose great thought is convincing.

Heller did nothing in this reform, he was only responsible for speeches and official documents, and the rest was done by the courtiers.

People don't pay attention to the real author of the book. In people's mind, the author = His Majesty's ghostwriter, mainly to convey His Majesty's thoughts.

Wu Ye thinks this is pretty good.

If the citizens know that the author is an unidentified black interstellar population, I'm afraid they will not like it.

But are things going too well?

This is the credit of the mysterious person.

Wu Ye took the initiative to ask the other party: "Will you come to see me at night?"

His Majesty, who received the message, glanced at the time, and it was only eight o'clock in the morning, so he couldn't wait.

"Since you wish."

Then reluctantly agree.

There was actually a reason why Wu Ye asked so early. He wanted to thank the mysterious person, so he planned to cook a candlelight dinner himself.

He also conveyed this meaning.

"If you don't want me to see your real face, you can pretend."

But really looking forward to having dinner.

Heller took a look at his outstanding appearance, and probably couldn't find any way to hide it.

Having dinner and continuing to hide two options but having to choose one or the other.

No, there are ways to have the best of both worlds.

Red Wine Cookie: "Your Majesty invites you to the palace for dinner."

Wu Ye didn't have any doubts about this, because he also watched Lord Zeratul's speech. Surprisingly, this young monarch was quite thoughtful.

"Okay, will I see you then?" Wu Ye asked.

"Your Majesty didn't invite me." Red Wine Cookie replied.

At around six o'clock in the evening, a suspension vehicle came to pick up Wu Ye. He didn't know who was driving it because he didn't speak to him.

In the majestic palace, two rows of... troops escorted Wu Ye on the red carpet, and greeted him all the way to the dining hall.

The weather outside was colder than expected. Wu Ye was inexperienced and wore less clothes when going out. It felt a little cold outside just now.

When I sat in the hall, I alternated hot and cold, and snorted.

His Majesty the Young Sovereign attended the banquet in splendid attire, dignified and dazzling. Hearing the humming sound of the inferiors, he frowned, and the gaze of death swept over everyone present.

The distinguished guests don't know how to add more clothes if they wear so little, are they all dead?

The monarch took off the shawl on his shoulders, went to the inferior person, put it on the other person, and ordered his internal affairs officer by the way: "Go and make a drink to prevent colds."

The internal affairs officer was stunned, and then regained his senses: "Follow your majesty."

The moment Haile approached, Wu Ye couldn't move his whole body because he smelled a familiar scent.

But how is it possible?

Mysterious man = His Majesty?

"Is it hard?" Heller saw the blank expression of the inferior man, and was a little worried that he was sick. He covered the other's forehead with his warm palm and felt the temperature, which was normal.

"No." Wu Ye stood up and bowed to the handsome monarch, "Your Majesty."

Regardless of whether the mystery is His Majesty or not, the one in front of him must be the real His Majesty.

Do as the Romans do, Wu Ye respects each other's identity very much.

"Okay." Heller asked him to sit down. At this time, the internal affairs officer came over with a hot drink to prevent colds. Heller took it himself and handed it to the lower class: "Drink this."

A cup of milky hot drink.

Wu Ye was dumbfounded again, what is this?

But countless pairs of eyes were staring at him, as if he would get seriously ill if he didn't drink, he raised his forehead, it was really just a stress reaction just now, it had nothing to do with illness.

However, it was handed over by His Majesty the Sovereign himself, and it cannot be justified if you don’t drink it.

Wu Ye had no choice but to finish the glass.

Heller stood by and watched him finish his drink, put away the cup before ordering: "Serve."

After an order, the food came up.

Wu Ye took a glance, some of which he had eaten before, and some of which he had never even seen.

However, he believes that all these dishes have one thing in common, that is, they are expensive.

Perhaps because of the coincidence between Heller and the mysterious man, Wu Ye didn't feel stiff sitting here, but rather absent-minded.

If the mysterious person is this His Majesty, it will be a disaster.

As we all know, His Majesty and Miss Quentin will get married in two months.

Thinking of this, Wu Ye would of course be absent-minded.

"Isn't it to your liking?" Heller asked from the side.

The table for dinner today is not big, and Heller specially ordered it, so that this dinner doesn't look like a banquet for guests, but has a mood of a lover's date.

Everything is so obvious.

Wu Ye: "..."

Really bald.

Fortunately, the matter has not reached the point of no return, at least Heller was still unmarried when she came out to fool around.

Ms. Quentin and Heller are [-]% politically engaged, and maybe they won't interfere with Heller's private life after they get married. That's why Heller invited his male lover to the banquet so blatantly.

As a gay lover himself, Wu Ye shook his head at Heller: "No, it's delicious." To prove that he wasn't lying, he took a bite with a smile, and then swallowed it slowly.

"Taste today's red wine." Heller reminded.

"Okay." Wu Ye picked up a glass of red wine and took a sip. The taste was delicious, and he praised: "It's delicious in the world."

His Majesty nodded reservedly, as long as the other party likes it, it is not in vain for him to go to the wine cellar to choose it himself.

It is said that there are less than fifty bottles of this wine left in the entire empire.

"Your Majesty, can you tell me?" Wu Ye smiled and looked straight into his eyes: "Who is my recommender?"

His Majesty, who was also tasting the wine, tightened his fingertips slightly, shook the glass guiltily, and said casually: "The other party is pious, powerful, and handsome."

"Piety?" Wu Ye didn't seem to understand: "Which aspect do you mean to be pious? Family, empire, or self?"

Heller's eyes flickered, and he seemed a little relieved and a little annoyed. Look, this is the dinner between the artist and the emperor of the empire, and even the small talk was so profound.

"All."

No selection is required.

"Really?" It sounded like a rare good man, a good monarch, Wu Ye smiled: "What about the lovers?"

His Majesty, who was talking with the artist, fell into a state of aphasia. The people around him held their breath and did not dare to move. They were secretly listening to gossip, recommending someone who is a great writer to His Majesty?who is it?

And this person has a lover!

"I was reckless, embarrassing Your Majesty with such a boring question." Wu Ye put down the question of recommenders, and talked about some topics that everyone likes to hear: "By the way, Your Majesty's wedding is coming soon, I really envy that Kun Miss Ting."

After a pause, "I mean, Miss Quentin is the happiest girl in the world who can marry His Majesty."

Heller's smile faltered, and the radiant conceit of the noble and arrogant face was also somewhat eclipsed.

Marrying Quentin was a sure thing.

The monarch who is about to turn 30 is indeed the time to get married and have children.

Heller never envisioned herself not marrying the queen.

When the inferior said in an envious tone, 'Miss Quentin is the happiest girl in the world', he pursed his lips and remained silent.

In the eyes of others, His Majesty is the one who has a bad appetite tonight.

The black-haired young man who dropped a depth charge calmly felt refreshed after he finished speaking, feeling like he could eat a cow.

But it's not the ultimate language bomb.

Wu Ye smiled and said, "I envy Miss Quentin because Miss Quentin can get blessings from all over the world, but my love will probably wither soon, right? Just like the ginkgo leaves in autumn, they are only brilliant for one season. People appreciate it of beauty and meaning, and then let it rot and go away."

no.

Heller secretly watched the young man with downcast eyes and soft words with deep eyes, his heart was burning like wildfire, he thought of the thrills and blood in the Colosseum for a while, and the gentle blessing under the ginkgo tree for a while.

Weird isn't it?

A not very powerful interstellar black population gradually turned into a tall figure that people wanted to respect.

Body or mind, Heller felt a pull called belonging.

It didn't rot, and it didn't die.

Ginkgo biloba will always be brilliant.

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Heller: Just so handsome