nebula story

Slowly pulling out the gun from his waist, he threw it at the sixty-year-old man opposite, "One life is one life, don't let hatred be involved in irrelevant people, it's not fair."

Standing there quietly, the young federal soldier looked at the countless black chests standing upright like pine trees, extremely calm.

Suddenly the whimpering wind blew past, shaking the skirt of the old man with gray temples.Standing there firmly, the old Marshal Green's eyes were like water, suddenly heavy.

With his hands behind his back, he didn't bend down to pick up the gun thrown by the federal army, nor did he pick up his own.

In front of thousands of people, although his gloomy and sad voice was low, it could not conceal the arrogance of the soldier: "Fan Zhong has always been a proud man. If he looked at it now...he would never want me to shoot you to death like this .”

The scene fell into deathly silence again.At this moment, the soldiers behind Marshal Green suddenly made a slight commotion.

Turning back suddenly, Nan Zhuo looked at the man walking behind him.

No longer held hostage by any weapon, the cold, arrogant and powerful king stood beside him alone, his face pale.

"Tell everyone to get out...all out." He said in a low voice, ordering Wesley, as if he had exhausted all his strength.

With a frown, Wesley's face was ashen, but he still carried out His Majesty's orders to the letter.Seeing all the surrounding guards and gendarmes disperse neatly in fear and anxiety, Fern looked at Nan Zhuo and Che'an behind him.

"Don't go...he's not allowed to go." He whispered, eyes a little dazed due to excessive blood loss, bypassed the two people, and looked at Chesu in the corner.

Unsteadily, he staggered over.

There was nothing else in his eyes, and he stared blankly at the stupid boy who buried his head in his eyes and was still trembling slightly.

Angry and furious, Nan Zhuo and Che'an looked at each other with murderous intent in their eyes.Wesley's heart was beating wildly on one side, looking at the emptiness that had just been cleared in the venue, and seeing Fern's expression of complete disorientation, his heart was full of anxiety and horror!

Not feeling the murderous entanglement around him at all, the emperor of the empire slowly stretched out his hand and pulled Chesu out from the monitoring platform.

"Please...leave him to me."

Something shiny fell down, drop by drop in the eyes of the most noble, ruthless man in the entire empire.Under the shocked gazes of Nanzhuo and Che'an, in the boundless loneliness and grief, he repeated in a monotonous manner: "Leave him... to me. Please..."

The weather is getting warmer day by day.The cold and short winter has finally passed, and the scissor-like spring breeze is soft and gentle, blowing on people's faces, bringing a smoky spring feeling.

The streets of the capital of the empire are bustling and tidy, and there is vitality everywhere after the war is gone.It's not night yet, and the neon lights of various businesses have already been lit up early, and colorful lights are flashing on the huge billboards.

Sitting in the spacious and quiet royal limousine, Chief Guard Wood looked at the street scene outside the window with emotion.For the first time in months, he started returning to work.After the kidnapping of the emperor of the empire that shocked the entire empire and the federation last time, he had to rest in bed because of serious injuries, and he has not officially recovered from his injuries until today.

Glancing quietly at His Majesty the Emperor from the rearview mirror, Wood felt that he hadn't followed him closely for several months, and His Majesty's expression seemed to be more calm and focused.

This tranquility didn't change suddenly until it was about to approach the gate of the palace.He reached out and picked up something from the back seat, and His Majesty Fern was in the spacious back seat, changing his clothes by himself!

Watching his actions in amazement, although Wood didn't ask inappropriate questions, he was extremely confused.Taking off the well-fitting and straight military uniform, His Majesty Fern quickly changed into the ordinary home clothes that he used to put on after entering the official residence. His movements were familiar and extremely fluent.

The vehicle stopped in front of the emperor's official residence in the palace, and the emperor who jumped out of the vehicle was already a handsome man with a gentle expression and casual and comfortable clothes.Walking into the front hall quickly, he didn't pause, but ran directly to the stairs leading to the second floor.

Parking at the back, Wood asked the guards beside him in a low voice: "When did your Majesty's car start to have replacement clothes?"

Also lowering his voice, the clever royal guard responded: "Your Majesty is always in a hurry to go upstairs when he comes back from outside. Doing this also saves time, doesn't it?"

After a pause, the guard said again: "That young master has always been very quiet, but for some reason, he has always been a little afraid of people in military uniform. Once the maid took him outside to bask in the sun, and happened to bump into someone who had come back from outside the palace. Your Majesty, who had time to change clothes, got along very well, and was willing to get close to His Majesty—this time it was good, but suddenly it didn’t work!"

"What's wrong?" Wood has been in the hospital to recover from his injuries, and he has no idea what's going on, so he was quite confused.

The guard smiled wryly: "I have been hiding from Your Majesty for several days. When His Majesty talked to him, he neither said a word nor dared to look at anyone. Those days, Your Majesty's face was so gloomy that it was frightening!"

Thinking about his words, Wood slowly came to a realization.Just about to continue to inquire, suddenly there was a commotion from upstairs, which seemed to be mixed with the crying of the maid Aisha and the cold and angry scolding of His Majesty the Emperor.

Wood was startled, and without thinking about it, he quickly ran upstairs.As soon as he ran to the open door of the master bedroom, he had already seen the chaos in the supposedly quiet and peaceful bedroom.

Two or three healthy male servants surrounded the bed, trying to catch the young man at the head of the bed, while a court physician in a white robe was helplessly waiting aside with a needle in his hand.

Wearing a thick velvet light blue pajamas, a thin boy was rolling towards the middle of the big bed on his hands and feet. There were people on both sides. He had no way to hide, and finally hugged his head trembling.

His face became extremely ugly, and His Majesty Fern stood there, as if trying to endure something.

"Be careful, pull him over." He said in a deep voice.

The servant who heard the order finally dared to climb onto the bed, and two or three of them pulled Chesula towards the bed.Unable to match the strength of these people, Chesu whimpered softly, his thin voice was like a newly born cat in the palace.

During the struggle, I don't know who touched his chest. Before Chesu's sobs became louder, Fern couldn't control his anger, and his face was livid: "I tell you to be careful! Will you do anything?"

Several male servants tied their hands and feet, and finally pushed Chesu down on the bed.Limbs were immobilized, and Chesu, who was still writhing and struggling just now, suddenly fell into a brief silence.

Taking a step forward, Fern sat on the edge of the bed and gently held his hand.The big black eyes just stared like that, and Chesu didn't seem to have any reaction to this.He looked blankly at the ceiling above his head, his eyes were like a dilapidated doll whose soul was suddenly shackled.

With his back to the door, Wood couldn't see Fern's expression at the moment.I only knew that it seemed like a long time before His Majesty Fern's hoarse voice sounded: "Hurry up."

Seeing that the patient was no longer moving, the clever royal medical officer hurried over, raised the needle in his hand, and wanted to find the blood vessels in Chesu's arm.But it was this very common movement that seemed to wake Chesu up suddenly.

Turning his head to look at the shining sharp needle, the patient who had been quiet all this time suddenly let out a small scream, abrupt and rapid, although the sound was not loud, it made Wood's heart tighten instantly!

That voice was too desperate and terrified, too tragic and stern...

Struggling frantically, Chesu's sudden burst of strength seemed astonishing.Fern and the servant didn't dare to use too much force at first, but this time, he broke free alone, jumped off the bed with hands and feet, and Chesu ran towards the door with bare feet!

A figure several times faster than him rushed over, stretched out his arms, and stopped in front of him.The tall imperial emperor hugged him tightly, his voice was low and hoarse: "It's okay, it's okay...don't be afraid, I'm here."

Frantically waving his arms, Chesu whined softly, but was hugged tightly by the strong Fern, and he was still unable to break free. In despair and panic, his nails scratched out of Fern's arm. A few obvious bloodstains!

Let him hold him still, Fern still held him firmly, and refused to let go of his warm arms for a moment.Finally, the exhausted Chesu calmed down slowly.

"Don't be afraid, don't be afraid... We won't get injections anymore." Fern coaxed him in a low voice, with a slight tremor in his voice.

He had no scruples about the people present, only one person was reflected in His Majesty's icy blue eyes.Under the bright light, his handsome eyebrows did not have the wandering and indifference in the car just now, but there was despair and pain that Wood had never seen before.

After waving his hand to signal the servants in the room to exit, the boss, Guan Weiser, carefully closed the door, and it seemed that he was not surprised by His Majesty's actions.

Shocked to digest the scene he just saw, Wood didn't speak for a long time.After finally suppressing the shock, he recalled Chesu's words and deeds, and his heart felt uncomfortable as if it was being clenched.

Looking at the sad-faced Boss Viser beside him, he asked in a shy voice, "What's going on? Master Chesu...has always been like this?"

Although he was severely demented a few months ago, he seemed quiet and obedient, and he was not aggressive at all. Why did he seem to be in an extremely unstable mental state when I saw him now?Suddenly thought of a possibility, he gasped.

—Aren’t you crazy? !

Looking at Wood with a wry smile, the boss said in a low voice: "No, it was fine before. It's just these two days..." With a long sigh, he thought of these days.

On that day a few months ago, the uncontrollable chaos and panic finally passed. In the central monitoring room of the mecha training field, His Majesty the Emperor did not know what agreement he finally reached with those two federal fanatics. The hijacking and rescue ended in silence.

When His Majesty the Emperor, covered in blood, was carried back to the palace for emergency treatment, Chesu, who was alone, was brought back with him.Even when he was in a coma, His Majesty's palm still firmly held the hand of the federal death row prisoner...