The whole universe is worried that the general will get a divorce

elder brother?

Carlos froze for a moment, wiped his hands with a towel, then turned off the fire and walked over, "Honey, show me the light brain."

"Okay", Eagle nodded, found out the information of the optical brain, and then handed it over.

Carlos took a look at the optical brain, and saw that the news was only a few words——

I'm coming to visit you, your brother.

All the optical computers of the Star Alliance are equipped with the function of automatically finding the source of the letter, but Carlos searched it several times, and found neither the sender nor any other useful information.

Not only that, but according to Catherine, because Igor was exposed to too many state secrets when he was the eldest prince, for the sake of national security, Emperor Andrew of the Saipana Empire confiscated his optical brain.

So the optical brain that Eagle is using now is not the one he used five years ago, but was specially customized for him by Catherine.

So no one except Catherine and a few others had Eagle's contact information.

From this point of view, the message is clearly no hoax.

but……

"Honey," Carlos frowned subconsciously, "I remember you don't seem to have an older brother."

"Yeah." Igor also seemed a little puzzled, "I seem to remember that I don't have an older brother."

He remembered that Mu's father told him that he was the only child born to His Majesty the Emperor Andrew and the late Queen Hathaway, and also the first child of His Majesty the Emperor.

Therefore, in the case of the death of His Majesty the Emperor Andrew's biological parents and Queen Hathaway, even if there are 71 other brothers and sisters who are among the first heirs with him, he is the most qualified person to inherit the throne.

It was for this reason that they could not wait to marry him to Carlos.

Although he hasn't seen his brothers and sisters once in the past five years, Iger couldn't help but twitched his lips. It seems that his brothers and sisters have done a good thing with bad intentions.

Carlos was still thinking about whether Iger has a brother, whether he is too incomprehensible to his partner, and whether it is necessary to find Egg to touch Iger's bottom, but as soon as he raised his eyes, he saw Iger I don't know what I'm laughing at.

"Honey," Carlos put the light brain on the sofa, and leaned forward to stroke Igor's hair, "What are you laughing at?"

Eagle: "..."

He was, of course, laughing at his sibling's bad intentions of getting him to meet Carlos.But what about this matter?

Some time ago, Dandan said with a proud face that he was too obedient and didn't look like a wife at all, and then entered a lot of images into his brain, calling it learning materials.

He didn't say anything about his testicles. He thought about it for a while, and it seemed that he was learning how to have a wife.

However, Igor looked through the videos and found that most of them were film and television dramas, and the longest one seemed to have [-] episodes.

Of course, he didn't read all these materials——

The wives in the play seem to be omgea, for some reason, he can't get into it.Moreover, the male protagonist in the play is far worse than Carlos, and he really can't empathize.

But even though he only read a little bit, he still understood a little bit what Dandan meant by the appearance of his wife——

Don't listen to your partner too much, and don't express how much you like him in front of your partner too bluntly.

Iger couldn't quite understand why these film and television dramas expressed such opinions, so he searched with his brain and found an answer with the highest praise rate——

People will be spoiled, the more cherished they are, the more they will push their noses, and the less they will take the person who cherishes them seriously.

Therefore, if a person really likes a person, he should treat him as if away from him, give him sweetness and let him taste the pain, and hold him firmly in the palm of his hand.

Iger disagreed with this answer.

His memory is only five years. During these five years, all the people who treated him sincerely, and those who established a trusting relationship with him, all exchanged each other's sincerity.

Father Mu is, Carlos is, and so is Sai Wei.

The more you really love someone, the more you should treat him with sincerity, and the person who really deserves your sincerity will never be spoiled.

Therefore, Igor is not afraid of telling Carlos how much he likes him, and he is not afraid that Carlos will be spoiled by him.

After all, according to the current situation, he is the most likely to be spoiled.

He just simply felt, sorry.

Igor thought for a while, and felt that he couldn't say it, so he changed the subject, "Lolo, what should we do with this information?"

This time Iger paused for a little longer, making it difficult for Carlos to realize that he was changing the subject.

However, Carlos still chose to follow his wishes and expose the matter, although he was really a little curious.

"Is this?" Carlos glanced at Guangnao, then turned around and smiled, "Send the letter without signing it, play tricks, and disturb my baby's sleep. Next time we see you, let's beat him together, shall we?"

"Okay," Igor replied, and remembered another thing, "I don't remember the past, but what if he is really a brother who has a good relationship with me?"

"Uh, this seems to be a problem." Carlos thought for a while, "Then it's up to the baby. If the baby looks good to him, we won't beat him up. If he doesn't like him, we will beat him to death."

Eagle: "What if it's neither pleasing to the eye nor displeasing to the eye?"

"You", Carlos kissed Igor after hearing this, "Then let's beat him to death..."

At the same time, someone somewhere sneezed one after another.

……

Sabana Empire, First Elder Brno Duke's Mansion.

Incense was burning in the empty room, and it was so silent that even the sound of breathing could be heard.

Brno threw away his coat and opened the door, and saw the man sitting on the bed, still holding the heavy book in his hand.

"Yo", the man saw her coming in and looked up at her, "Is my funeral done?"

Sunlight shines in through doors and windows, and shines on people's bodies and faces.

If there were other people around, he would have been surprised to find out that the one sitting on the bed at this time was none other than His Majesty Andrew, the Emperor of the Saipan Empire who claimed to be deceased.

"Are you done?" Brno snorted coldly, "The Saipana Empire clearly stipulates that the emperor's funeral will be held for half a month to show his memory. You are so arrogant, how can the funeral be completed so quickly?"

Brno's tone was very bad, and he seemed very upset.

"Oh, as an emperor, isn't it normal for the funeral to be bigger?" Andrew laughed when he saw Brno so angry, "You are so angry, maybe something happened outside? "

"Well," Andrew held his chin in a pretentious manner, as if he was thinking, "Those stupid sons of my family are making trouble again? By the way, has the throne been chosen yet?"

"What's making trouble?" Brno sneered, "Except for Igor, among the princes, none of them can make waves. What if they make trouble?"

As she said that, she added some incense to the furnace, "There is no such a good choice for the throne. The Council of Elders hasn't reached a conclusion so far. It's been like a vegetable market for the past two days. I have a headache because of the noise every day."

"Senate," Andrew looked a little emotional, "they really quarreled fiercely. But that's not why you're angry."

Andrew glanced at her, "Catherine hasn't contacted you recently, are you upset?"

Brno paused for a while when he heard it, then turned his head and smiled at Andrew, "Do you know that you are already dead in the eyes of others?"

"I know", Andrew nodded, "and then?"

"Then," Brno smiled brighter, "I'll let you die now, and no one else will know."

"Alas", Andrew spread his hands helplessly, "I really can't take a joke."

"Okay, I won't quarrel with you anymore," Andrew put away his smile, "Although the throne has not been decided, the Senate should have chosen the acting emperor. If you guessed right, the Senate should have chosen the second child. In this case , the fourth child who was not selected probably went to the Ulman Empire, right?"

"Well," Brno sighed softly, "Before the result came out, the official document of the fourth prince's visit to the Ullman Empire had already been released. I think the fourth prince had made plans from the beginning."

Andrew: "Although the second child is not as good as Eagle, he is still better than many of his brothers. It is reasonable for the Senate to choose him. As for the fourth child, he is afraid that he wants to win over the Ullman Empire. That brat Frere, let’s make it back.”

"Speaking of it," Andrew paused, "Many of my children are promising."

Brno has been single all her life, has neither children nor daughters, and her sweetheart can't have children, so she has no fate with children in her life, so she naturally doesn't understand the so-called parental heart of ordinary people.

She thought that Andrew didn't understand this kind of thing, but looking at his expression now, it seemed that he didn't either.

"I always thought that, to you, only Igor was your child."

"Really?" Andrew shrugged, looking a little careless, "I used to think that only Igor was my child."

Andrew: "Have you read those materials?"

"It's over." Brno was in a daze. "When I saw that thing, I really thought you were crazy."

"Don't you still think I'm a lunatic now?" Andrew chuckled lightly. "After you read those materials, you should know how all my children got here except Eagle."

"I never regarded them as my children. For a long, long time, I used them as tools." Andrew showed a strange look, "Until one day, I realized that they are also human beings." .”

Brno: "That's why you temporarily changed your plans?"

Andrew: "I don't know about this kind of thing..."

The author has something to say: At present, the draft is in the process of being published, and it will be sent out from time to time. The small theater will make up one by one before twelve o'clock tomorrow night.

By the way, I wish myself the incarnation of a codeword machine, the countdown to the draft, there are still 9000 words left...