nebula story

Without the slightest bit of madness and violence from last night, he carefully stroked Chesu's soft black hair, and whispered softly: "Hey...it doesn't hurt."

Staring blankly at his gaze, Chesu finally stopped dodging, biting his lip, blinking his bright black eyes uneasily.Fern tentatively helped him take off his shirt, and when his knuckle fingers brushed over Chesu's armpit, Chesu touched a ticklish place, and suddenly burst out laughing!

In an instant, the trance and shivering on his face disappeared completely, his brows and eyes were curved, and the corners of his lips were raised.Ninja couldn't help dodging Fern's hand, and the smile on that beautiful face bloomed without warning, like the most magnificent touch of red in the snow and ice.

As if he had been hit by the heaviest hammer on his body and mind, and as if he had been poisoned by the most powerful Gu poison, Fern stared at the smile that suddenly broke out, unable to move a little!

Lowering his head, he slowly and gently pressed his trembling lips on the mouth of the idiot boy below him again. This time, there was no harsh tearing or biting, only the purest, A gentle kiss.

Light as a feather, soft as a cloud.Quietly prying open those cold lips, he tentatively touched the slightly evasive tip of the tongue between the other's lips... so cautious, so cherished endlessly.

Although there was a faint smell of blood entangled between the lips, it seemed to be sweeter and sadder than anything else.

After an unknown amount of time, the young emperor of the empire finally raised his head slightly.

Under Chesu, the pale lips finally turned red, and the blood that had been coughed up had been licked away, leaving only a real faint blush.

The long eyelashes blinked shyly, and he was a little bit shy, but also a little happy, staring blankly at Fern.The man in front of him had a strong nose, a handsome face, and his eyes were too gentle and sad at this moment.

Staring at him for a long time, Fern's eyes finally had a suspicious glint.

"Chesu, there is nothing wrong with your current appearance." He said slowly, "If you look at me firmly as before and tell me again, you are indeed a member of the Federation. ……What should I do?"

The young spy of the enemy country under him didn't react at all, but looked at him shyly and gently just like before, completely forgetting that just a day ago, this man had wantonly hurt himself.

Unable to look directly into those dark and flawless clear eyes, Fern suddenly stood up and hurriedly walked a few steps in the cell.His eyes fell on the pastry box he brought with him, and he walked over quickly.

... Dire lights, lonely heavy prison.

Gradually no longer steaming water temperature, a few blood-stained towels.

The supreme royal family of the empire, the Federation has been reduced to a prisoner of spies.

Facing each other quietly, the handsome and arrogant man stretched out his hand and brought the cold snack to the other party.

"You like it." At this moment, the man's icy blue eyes had similar sad memories, "I should remember correctly."

Looking at the exquisite dessert in his hand, the eyes of the young man on the prison bed lit up slightly, and he took it.Picking up the piece of chiffon cake with his slender fingers, he picked up the bright red cherry on top curiously, looked at Fern, and was encouraged by those eyes before hesitatingly put it in his mouth.

The fragrant and sweet juice overflowed, accompanied by the sweetness stained with a little cream. In this deserted and desolate prison cell, it was the first time in these days that people felt a faint taste of happiness.

……

The morning sun rose, and the first ray of golden early winter sunlight shone on the high walls of the Royal Prison, and the frosty white was faintly visible among the tall and slightly bare trees in the distance.

Unlike the cold outdoors, the room temperature in the secret cells underground in the prison was constant, without the bone-chilling cold at night.

The emperor of the empire, who had not slept all night, stared at the sleeping face that was close at hand in that warm cell.Wearing brand-new cotton pajamas, the light white fabric sets off the dark eyebrows, the straight and delicate bridge of the nose, just like a certain morning firmly wedged in the memory, the boy in front of him looked peaceful, as if sleeping sweetly in a painting .

It seems to be no different from those mornings in the palace in the past. All the warmth and sweetness are reproduced in the original sound. In this winter morning, it perfectly overlaps with the past, making people feel at a loss and despair.

Leaning down, the young Emperor of the Empire lightly pressed his lips on the smooth forehead. In the absolute silence without a sound, something suspicious slipped down at that moment and landed on the young prisoner's body under him. face side.

……

When the head of the guard Wood finally woke up from his backache, it was already the next morning.The prison guard on duty hurriedly patted his shoulders, and the head guard who fell asleep unknowingly shook his head, straightened his back, and quickly stood up!

"Your Majesty!" Looking at His Majesty the Emperor who had just walked out of the alloy door, Wood was thrilled.On that expressionless face, thicker bloodshot eyes were densely covered, and overnight, the green stubble had faintly appeared on the chin.

Completely subconsciously, Wood quickly looked into the door.

Inside the slowly closed cell door, on the small iron bed in the corner, that thin figure was lying quietly, fast asleep.

In a moment of surprise, Wood clearly saw a peaceful smile on the beautiful sleeping face, delicate lips like water chestnuts...

Wood, who had just woken up from his sleep, was suddenly in a trance.Standing there blankly, he couldn't tell if he had a long, terrifying dream.It wasn't until the subordinate next to him coughed uneasily that he shook his head violently, and quickly caught up with His Majesty the Emperor in front of him.

The moment he stepped out of the high wall of Royal No. [-] Prison, the early winter sun shone on the young emperor, cold and pale, without any warmth.

The spacious royal palace complex, the residence of the third prince Lance.

The light yellow log furniture reveals warm tones, and the luxurious blue and white fabrics are dotted with window curtains and carpets, vaguely showing the characteristics of the single male royal family's bedroom.

Beside the huge floor-to-ceiling glass windows, although the sunlight coming in is somewhat bleak, it also brings a greenhouse-like effect to the windows.

His Royal Highness, Lance, has been sitting quietly on the balcony since the morning, and did not go to the Ministry of Finance as usual.A pot of good black tea with milk has been cold for a long time, breakfast and Chinese food are tasted even more, and His Highness has no intention of calling for replacement.

In the quiet palace, like any other day, there were no abnormal noises, only the oppression and dullness since the war started.It wasn't until a group of silent vehicles suddenly drove by on a road not far away that the young prince who had been sitting there seemed to be shocked all over!

Involuntarily standing up quickly, his tall and tall body was frozen there, looking through the transparent floor-to-ceiling windows at the convoy faintly passing through the cover of trees.In a hurry, he knocked over the gold-painted rose bone china teacup.

With a bang, the dark red black tea fell to the ground, quickly staining the white antique bricks with ominous visual impact.

The maid who was waiting in the corner of the living room hurried over, trying to clean up the broken porcelain all over the floor.Staring blankly into the distance, His Royal Highness Lance kept his gaze fixed on the black special convoy roaring away, towards the remote and open area in the corner of the palace.

...the royal private mecha practice field, nearly ten acres in square, is located in the northeast corner of the imperial palace.Next to the edge of the imperial palace, it is an unusually familiar mech training place in recent years.

Hasty footsteps sounded, and a royal guard with a familiar face trotted into the living room under the leadership of the chief steward, and then lightened his steps.

After receiving Lance's gaze and questioning, he stepped forward respectfully and saluted: "Your Highness, Lord Bodyguard Wood asked me to ask, are you really not going to pass the execution at three o'clock?"

After a pause, he added: "The prisoner has been brought to the mech drill field, and Old Marshal Green and a few related people are allowed to watch."

Standing there quietly, the face of the handsome and gentle young prince showed signs of a sleepless night. "And... who else?"

"The maids who served the prisoners in His Majesty's bedroom, as well as the old manager Viser and Marshal Green." The royal guard whispered, "There is no one else."

"... Where is His Majesty? Has he arrived?"

The guard shook his head: "No, His Majesty has already ordered him to be busy with his business today, so he won't come to watch the execution. Now His Majesty is holding a small military and political meeting."

Standing silently, after a long time, His Royal Highness Lance shook his head slightly, his voice was astringent and close to hoarse: "You go back and tell Wood, I'm not going either."

It was the exclusive place for the four of them, brother, Chesu, Fanzhong, and himself.There are traces of my brother and Chesu facing each other day and night, training together, and the only, specious kiss between him and Fanzhong.

It didn't seem like there was any deep-rooted memory left there, but looking back now, the empty mecha practice field is like the most beautiful paradise. Every smile, fight and awkward fight that happened, all have a maddening sweetness.

After waving away the guards, he let out a long sigh: "Call him in."

Bowing and retreating, the maid quickly brought in a short red-haired man from the side hall, with red and swollen eyes, and his messy hair didn't look well combed.

Signaling the young and terrible man to sit down, Lance sighed quietly: "Come to see me early in the morning, since I have already rejected you, you should know how to advance and retreat."

The third young master of Baron Hall's family, Andy.

Fidgeting and nodding hastily, Andy whispered: "...His Highness is a tolerant person."

"Tell me, what exactly do you want to do?" Lance said indifferently, "There is no need to mention the pleas that are beyond one's ability."

His eyes turned red quickly, and the third young master of the Hall family lowered his head cowardly and sadly, and after a while he said in a strong nasal voice, "I know... I know. No one can save him, and I don't have the guts or the position to ask His Highness Go help and beg for forgiveness.”

He took out his handkerchief in embarrassment, and wiped away the tears that came out: "I just want to ask His Highness for mercy... If His Majesty has not given special instructions after the execution, can His Highness allow me to help him, help him..."

After choking for a long time, Master Andy, who has always been timid and fearful, still spit out those two words: "Will you help him collect the body?"