nebula story

"Your Highness, Your Highness! Xiaomin is a citizen of the empire, born and raised here, we don't want to leave here to go to some federation!... Please take back your life, Your Highness!"

Opening his mouth wide in surprise, Nan Zhuo, a teenager from the Federation, lowered the boy's arms high and lowered his eyes. He stared at the humble and kowtowing man like a monster: "Hey! You...you would rather look at your child Suffering from the branding iron, growing up to be a pariah for the rest of your life, and unwilling to leave your hometown, what kind of nonsense is this?!"

Ignoring his questioning, the man just continued to humbly kowtow to His Royal Highness Fern.

Seeming to be quite surprised, His Highness Fern was startled, and said coldly: "I want to remind you, because your child just gave up asking me for pardon, so I will no longer give him any chance to take off his status— —Even so, you still don’t want to go to a foreign land?”

"I don't want to!" With a trembling voice, the middle-aged man's voice was low but firm, "Xiaomin's family only wants to live on the planetary land of the empire!"

With a faint smile on his face, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince of the Empire looked at Nan Zhuo in a blink of an eye: "I heard that your country likes to talk about respecting people's opinions, but I don't know if you still insist on taking them away? ——If you still With such a request, I naturally don’t mind tying up their family and sending them to your country’s fleet parked at the space port.”

Moved his lips slightly, Nan Zhuo stood for a long time, finally put the child down his shoulders slowly, squatted down, looked straight into the boy's dark eyes, the child's eyelashes were especially long, when covering the eyes, there was a bit of gender difference It is beautiful.

He stared blankly at the little boy, smiled wryly, and whispered softly: "Hi, I'm sorry, I'm really sorry..." Without saying anything, Nan Zhuo silently delivered the child to his father .

His eyes widened, the boy was a little confused, and stared blankly at the two noble boys with different expressions in front of him.

Are you a little out of your mind?It is said that the more beautiful a pariah is, the lower his IQ will be.Looking at the boy's beautiful almost angelic face, the head of the royal guard, Wood, came to such a conclusion in his heart.

It seems that there is an innate sense of danger and destiny. When he was tied tightly to the thick wooden stake for the third time, the boy did not make a sound until the red iron was pressed firmly. When it was under his shoulder blades, a miserable and short scream suddenly burst out, and the small body convulsed... In the haste, he forgot to cover the child's mouth with a dirty towel. When the household registration administrator realized this, His hands trembled, and he almost dropped the soldering iron in his hand that smelled of burnt flesh.

"Untouchable No. JAC10589, name: Chesu." He said the number mechanically, and the assistant household registration officer on the other side filled in the string of numbers on the ID card in his hand, stamped it with the bright red imperial household registration seal, and sent it to the boy in the hands of his father.

With slightly trembling hands, the middle-aged man took the paper, reached out and hugged his child tightly in his arms.

The body kept shaking, but the boy didn't keep crying like other children, but closed his eyes tightly, lying weakly on his father's shoulder, motionless.

"For your loyalty to the empire, I will reward you." Looking at the untouchable father and son, His Royal Highness the crown prince was obviously a little happy, "Wood, reward them with a thousand yore coins."

Looking at them silently, the teenager from the Federation never spoke again.Yes, this is destined to be only a small episode. Everyone has their own destiny. When going forward, outsiders can't reverse it or make it deviate from the original axis.

When leaving the blood-spattered courtyard, Nan Zhuo, the only son of a diplomat from the Federation, stopped again for some reason, and looked back at the small figure. Beside him was the handsome and proud Imperial Crown Prince His Royal Highness Eun Ye suddenly stopped, frowned, and looked at the source of that little trouble.

Under the sun and the April breeze in the empire, the little boy weakly opened his black eyes soaked with tears, and looked at the two teenagers who were watching him from a distance.

That year, Chesu was eight years old, Fern, the crown prince of the empire, and Zhuo Nan, the only son of a senior federal official, were both 16 years old.It will be ten years before the three of them meet again in the vast starry sky.

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"Xiao Su, good boy...does it still hurt?" Che'an softly comforted the child in his arms, and gently rubbed his son's pale cheek with his full beard.

When the soldering iron was applied, it actually scorched the nearby blood vessels, sealing off the surging blood flow that might be caused by the huge trauma. The child's pale face was not caused by blood loss, but because of the continuous great pain.

With a soft snort, Little Chesu opened his eyes drowsily, looked at his father's worried and heartbroken face with a little absent-minded eyes, and said softly and coquettishly: "Father, it hurts...it still hurts."

Clenching his fists and then loosening them, the middle-aged man hugged him wordlessly, as if wishing to rub his body, which trembled from time to time due to the pain, into his aching heart: "Hey, bear with it... I won't be in the future." It will happen, Father assures you."

"Hmm..." Nodding weakly, Little Chesu felt his head was heavy.

"Xiao Su, let's go home and rest now, okay?" The father's deep voice rang in the son's ear, deep and somewhat indistinguishable nasal, "I'm sorry, Daddy is really sorry...you could have said nothing. suffer like this."

Little Chesu didn't respond to his father's words, perhaps because he didn't quite understand.After a long while, he closed his eyes and asked in a daze, "Father, that big brother said today that he wants to take us to the Federation, where is that?"..."

The middle-aged man carried him and continued walking towards the house at the end of the market without looking into his son's eyes.

After a long silence, he finally said softly: "That is a foreign land, a distant place."

"Oh." Little Chesu nodded half-understanding, "That big brother is from there, right?"

"Yes, it is said that there is not the same as here." The voice paused, and the man whispered softly, "It is said that there is no distinction between nobles and pariahs, and it is said that children there do not have to be tortured with a branding iron. But - it is too far away Well, we have to stay...here."

"The children there can go to school, right?" the little boy murmured, closing his eyes slightly and yawning.

This time, his father didn't answer him again, but suddenly stopped and called him softly in a very cheerful voice: "Xiao Su! Look at this, do you like it?!"

Striving to open her extremely heavy eyelids, little Chesu desperately raised her hands and rubbed her eyes as soon as she saw what was in front of her eyes.

Beside the bustling market, in the window of a toy store, a whole row of simulated models of robots and mechs were placed there. The dark, bright silver metallic color shone charmingly in the afternoon sun, and the exquisite The armor pieces and dexterous joints are all in sight one by one, as if you can move or fly out of thin air as long as you press the start controller.

Yelling, Little Chesu struggled and jumped off the ground, as if completely forgetting the pain on his shoulder.He deftly rushed to the hard glass window, his black eyes were like a small black gemstone, looking inside in surprise, flowing with brilliance.

"Daddy, daddy!" he called happily, pointing his little finger at the mecha model in front, "It's great, it seems to be moving!"

"Yes, it will definitely move. Not only the armor on the chest and back can be disassembled, but the joints on the legs and arms can also be rotated separately."

Gently leaning down, the middle-aged man pointed to the novelty toy in the window, "Do you see its neck? It can also be rotated, and there is a small linkage."

"Wow~~oh~~~" Little Chesu opened his small mouth, staring intently.

Looking down at the saliva dripping from the corner of his son's delicate mouth, Che'an couldn't help laughing.Taking out the bag of rewards he just got from his arms, he picked up his son and stepped into the store.

Frowning and looking at the pair of father and son, who were obviously in tatters, the shopkeeper's eyes fell on Xiao Chesu's bare shoulders that had just been scorched, and a clear expression appeared on his face.

It really is a pariah!Lazily watching the father and son wandering around in front of the counter filled with toy models, the uncle owner didn't have the slightest intention to come up to say hello.

"Which one do you like?" The middle-aged man asked softly.

"Hmm..." He pointed at a bright silver flying armor, quickly retracted it, and stretched out his hand to another dark, twenty-centimeter-high field combat armor. Little Chesu frowned in distress. A delicate eyebrow peak.It's too dazzling!

With a doting smile, Che'an said softly to the shopkeeper, "Boss, please, show both of these to the children."

Looking at them coldly, the shopkeeper's small eyes showed obvious disdain: "Precious toys, you can't look at them casually."

Looking up at him, the middle-aged man's eyes turned slightly cold, and his eyes shone brightly.But soon he recovered a little humble and gentle: "We want to buy it." He reached out and took out a handful from the bag of money, and he placed it on the counter respectfully.

Huang Tongtong's coins were scattered on the glass counter, and the store owner's face was obviously looking good.

He quickly took out four or five kinds of the latest mecha toys from the counter, and he grinned with a big mouth: "These are all just entered last month, and it is said that the appearance is similar to that of the Imperial Royal Family that is currently in service. The battle armor is pretty much inseparable. They are all manufactured by retired veterans according to their memories—look, this is an air combat model, this is a deep sea combat model, and this one is said to be the latest model for land field combat. Do you like it? ?”

Nodding vigorously again and again, little Chesu bowed left and right, tightly grasped two of them, looked at them, and tapped them lightly with another two fingers, only missing his dark eyeballs into the counter.