nebula story

In the dining room on the first floor of the Crown Prince’s Palace, gorgeous large-scale crystal chandeliers shone brightly. Among the thick black iron brackets and clear crystal beads, miniature energy-saving LED light sources were dotted, exuding the gorgeous light of stars.

Under the crystal palace lamp, at the light white marble dining table, several young men were sitting on both sides of the dining table.

Obviously not having the elegant dining etiquette of the two princes, Chesu, who was sitting at the corner of the table, swallowed quickly, finished the food on the plate in front of him in a short while, and carefully looked at the two princes: "Two princes Your Highness, I am stepping down, please take it easy."

Taking a deep look at him, Fern said, "Can you stop eating so fast?"

What would happen if you eat slower, sit with them and talk more?

Lowering his eyes, Chesu whispered, "Yes, Your Highness. I will pay attention to dining etiquette in the future."

The Crown Prince in front of him is indeed an unreasonable existence!Just now I insisted on ordering myself to accompany him to eat, but now I start to dislike him for eating rudely!Wouldn't it be best for him to step back earlier so as not to hinder his eyes?

"Who blamed your etiquette?" His Highness Fern couldn't help raising his brows, his expression was terrible, "You..."

Looking at the two people who were speechless and cold, Lance felt his head hurting again, "Okay, Chesu, go upstairs and wait for me in the study, I'll be up in a while."

Seeing Chesu running up the stairs quickly, he looked at Brother Huang with a wry smile: "Brother, don't you think you are too picky for always being so harsh on Chesu?"

Fern looked at him coldly, and the originally good dining atmosphere turned cold: "I blamed him? Are you sure?"

"Otherwise what?" Lance looked at him helplessly, "You dislike him eating too fast, but have you ever thought that he might just be used to it—as a servant who takes care of the young master at home, he needs to be on hand all the time. Call Suirai, do you think Chesu will develop the habit of eating slowly?"

After a long silence, Fern lowered his eyes lightly: "I didn't dislike him. I just..."

After a difficult pause, he reluctantly said: "It's rare for you to come, I just want him to sit for a while and talk to you."

Looking quietly at the emperor brother with strange eyes across the table, Lance was a little confused.

Picking up the knife and fork, he gently cut the delicious steak in front of him, and suddenly said a word without thinking: "Brother, Chesu is that kind of person - if others treat him badly, he won't." If you want to get revenge, you will just run away from it, or look down on that person from the bottom of your heart."

With a slightly cold face, Fern stopped eating and looked at him: "You don't need to remind me, I can see it."

Lance shook his head gently: "No, brother, what I want to say is the next sentence: But if others are kind to him, he will be very kind to others."

Recalling the brief moments of getting along with Chesu, Lance's smile became warmer: "Besides, Chesu is not flattered by other people's kindness because of his low status. ——He just has a very kind heart..."

Fern said lightly: "What exactly do you want to say?"

"Brother, you understand." Lance smiled meaningfully, as if he had seen through something, "Because of pride and face, it is really stupid to bury kindness in your heart and not show it."

Looking at him indifferently, His Royal Highness Fern's eyebrows looked imposing and handsome under the light, but there was a suspicious embarrassment on that masculine and handsome face at this moment.

"Lance, you can leave after dinner." He said word by word, "Also, when it comes to table manners, I think you are much worse than Chesu—at least he doesn't talk as much as you. "

Haha chuckled, not only was Lance not angry, but he looked at his brother with amusement, and finally closed his mouth.

After finishing dinner in the remaining silence, Lance stood up, turned and went upstairs on his own: "Brother, I still have the details that Professor Saar explained to Chesu. I'll go find him in your study!"

Smiling back at the side of the hollowed-out wrought iron stairs, he looked sly: "When Chesu stayed up late, he never refused the dessert that was handed to his mouth. Brother Huang, would you like to bring some by the way later?"

The few maids who were standing far away from the dining room, ready to serve, suddenly felt inexplicable sympathy when they saw His Royal Highness Fern dining alone with a straight face. ——Why does His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, who has always been strong and majestic, look a little desolate and lonely at this moment?

His Royal Highness Fern just sat there until the dishes in front of him were gently cleared away by the maids, seemingly in a daze.

After a while, His Royal Highness Fern, who had just finished dinner, slowly called the maid who was near: "Go and see what supper is prepared in the imperial dining room at night?... Well, I'm a little hungry."

Restlessly looking at an electronic sand table deduction case in the wide hall on the first floor, His Highness Fern stared at the grandfather clock in the corner from time to time.

At the same time, the imperial dining room behind was extremely chaotic.

"Director Viser, you have to give us your opinion on what flavor His Royal Highness the Crown Prince likes to eat!" The palace baker led three or four apprentices, sweating anxiously.

"...It's been 15 years since Your Highness asked for dessert after meal when he was ten years old." Visser Boss looked serious, "Besides, I remember even that time, His Highness only tasted a few It’s hard for me to provide useful clues.”

After pondering for a while, the boss finally spoke majestically: "Just choose what you are best at and do it. Your Highness said that it is optional. It is always right to provide more choices..."

When the bell struck ten o'clock, Mr. Viser personally delivered the prepared freshly baked pastry on time.

On the three-tier bone china plate with rose patterns, the bottom layer is carefully placed with fresh ice cream cakes and black tea chiffon cakes cut into small pieces. A small platter of fruit tarts, the upper layer is a small layer of sweet puffs dotted with fresh cherries.

His Royal Highness Fern has always disliked sweet and greasy tastes, and most of the desserts served by the bakers have reduced the amount of powdered sugar, striving to be light and palatable.

Holding the three-tiered bone china pastry plate, Her Highness Fern seemed to feel that something was wrong, hesitated for a moment, and went upstairs anyway.Walking slowly in the long corridor on the third floor, the door of the study room at the end is ajar, and the light yellow light shines through the crack of the door, creating a peaceful atmosphere.

Standing at the door, His Royal Highness Fern looked through the crack of the door and stopped slightly.

Under the bright and warm light, Lance and Chesu were sitting side by side in a row, staring intently at the miniature electronic workbench in front of them.

Chesu raised his finger and pointed at the screen, Junxiu's eyebrows were clear: "The graphene I mentioned to Professor Saar last time is really added to the coating, it's really great."

"How do you know? Can you tell from the outside?" Lance was slightly surprised.

"I observed the external connectors during the test drive today, and I knew the ingredients were added." Chesu's eyes widened with a smile, and he squinted happily, "The color of graphene is so special, and it's not like molybdenum. It's hard to tell the difference!"

"Ha!" Lance looked at him with undisguised admiration, "Obviously I have also seen two batches of prototypes, and I can't seem to find the difference at all!"

Chesu smiled even more crookedly, and a little bit shyly: "Senior Lance, you are a combatant, not a mechanic, just leave this kind of thing to us to remember."

With a slight cough, the sound of the door made both of them look up at the young man standing by the door.

Although Chesu froze his smile in an instant, Lance's mouth opened wide and couldn't close—God, what is that in the emperor's hand?

I just made a casual suggestion, Brother Huang, he doesn't have to bring all the pastry from the imperial dining room, right?Such an exaggeratedly huge three-tiered pastry plate looks... like enough for ten people?

Pushing open the door and coming in, His Royal Highness Fern came down to the desk. Seeing both of them staring at his hands, he put down the bone china pastry plate expressionlessly, and said with difficulty, "This is my supper tonight. … …Just thinking of you guys working so late, I brought you a little."

Without looking at Chesu at all, he looked at Lance seriously: "Aren't you going to eat some?"

Lance waved his hand quickly: "No, no, I don't have the habit of eating late at night. Or?—" He turned his head and smiled at Chesu: "Come on, don't disappoint the kindness of the emperor."

"Ah, thank you, I don't need it either." Shaking his head cautiously, Chesu lowered his eyes.

Those pastries seemed very sweet and beautiful, but... placed in the knuckle-knuckle hands of His Royal Highness, it looked like "Actually, I put the wrong sugar and salt in it".

Dazed for a moment, His Royal Highness Fern stared at Lance: "It's already ten o'clock, and I'm still in the stage of growing my body, how can I not be hungry!"

Lance, who just picked up the coffee cup and took a sip, almost spit out the coffee in his mouth with a "puff". "Brother, I'm already 22 years old, what kind of body do I have?"

Gritting his teeth and looking at him, His Royal Highness Fern said coldly: "I will definitely grow taller by a few centimeters after the age of 20, why can't you?"

Leaning close to Lance's ear, he said softly, "You are the one who wants to deliver pastry, and you are the one who says no to eating it now. What do you really want?"

"Okay, okay, brother, I was wrong." Lance almost couldn't hide his overflowing smile, hurriedly forked a small cake and stuffed it into his mouth, looking narrowly at his imperial brother, "I know why my brother grows up." The high score must be due to insisting on eating so much every night."

Suddenly looking down at his watch, he whispered exaggeratedly: "Ah, it's so late!"

Quickly got up and put on his coat, he said goodbye to Chesu with a smile: "The formal matching training will start tomorrow afternoon, Fan Zhong and I will arrive at today's royal training ground at three o'clock, when the time comes, you and the emperor will invite you Be sure to be there on time."

"Are you arriving at three o'clock?" Fern raised his eyebrows. "It's really a coincidence. I still have work to do, so I can only arrive after four o'clock. You and Fan Zhong will start by yourself first, so you don't have to wait for me and Chesu."

Unaware that the emperor's brother bit the words "I and Chesu" very hard, Lance smiled at them with a good temper: "You guys talk, I'll take a step first!"

Standing up, Chesu was about to give a few steps respectfully, but was blocked by a strange look from His Royal Highness Fern beside him.

With a slight cough, His Royal Highness Fern quickly waved to the emperor: "It's getting late, tell the driver to drive carefully."

Lance's figure disappeared at the door, and the footsteps gradually faded away. Only Fern and Chesu were left in the study again.

Looking at each other in dismay, Chesu peeked at the time mark on the workbench. It was still a while before the 11 o'clock bedtime that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince arbitrarily stipulated.

Looking carefully at Fern, he said respectfully: "Your Highness, I still have to work for a while—Professor Saar will have a special person come to collect these data tomorrow morning."

With a cry of "Oh", His Royal Highness Fern turned around and sat down, picked up an idle book on the table, and focused his eyes on it.

Isn't he leaving with his huge pile of snacks?What are you doing here.

Helplessly cursing in his heart, Chesu turned his head silently, and began to concentrate on operating the miniature workbench under him.For reasons of confidentiality, even in the depths of the palace, the place where the royal children really work is not connected to the outside civilian network, but is isolated independently.

I was concentrating on thinking about some problems during the test drive during the day, when a faint voice suddenly came from my ear: "Are you hungry?... It's not too late to eat something before doing it."

Dazed for a moment, Chesu shook his head slightly: "I'm not hungry, Your Highness."

No more words, His Royal Highness Fern's face was indifferent, and he continued to look at the book intently.It's just that no one noticed that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince seemed to be taking it too seriously, so that he didn't turn a single page of the book for a whole half a day. ...

Continuing to put his thoughts back to work, Chesu soon continued to be immersed in his thoughts.I don't know how long it took before a shadow finally fell around him, and His Royal Highness Fern's handsome face magnified in front of his eyes, as if he couldn't bear it: "It's almost 11 o'clock, you also need to grow your body!"

He frowned and looked at Chesu's slender wrist, his expression was a little disgusted: "It's just too thin. Are you going to be like the maid in the palace, not eating at night to lose weight?"

Looking at His Highness Fern's impatient face in surprise, Chesu finally decided not to stir up the anger of this temperamental Prince.

Raising his hand to pick up the fork, he looked at the assortment of desserts on the three-tier pastry plate, hesitating for a moment: don't accidentally eat something that His Highness loves, and then he will be accused of disrespect for no reason !

"Taste all of them." Looking at Chesu's silly expression, His Royal Highness Fern said.

"Eat, I can't eat that much..." Chesu swallowed.

"If you tell you to eat, you can eat it, don't be so wordy." His Royal Highness Fern ordered easily.

Looking at His Highness the Crown Prince who started to be arrogant again, Chesu suddenly became a little stunned: I heard that the lives of these princes and princesses in the palace are extremely precious, and they often have someone to help them to test whether it is poisonous before eating, and now this Highness is too lazy to recruit others , Do you want him to come for a drug test?

Having figured this out, Chesu sighed in his heart, and began to resign himself to his fate to feast on it.

Seeing him eating one piece after another sweetly, with two cute round buns puffing up on his cheeks, and even some snow-white cream on his bright red lips, His Highness Fern couldn't take his eyes off it.

After tasting all the dim sum on the dinner plate one by one, Chesu stared wide-eyed and looked up at Fern: "Your Highness, I'm done eating."

There should be no immediate onset of poison, don't worry!

After all, he didn't dare to say this sentence, he quietly raised his middle finger at the young man in front of him in his sleeve.

"Which are more delicious?" His Royal Highness Fern was probably very satisfied with his obedience, and his tone became gentle.

Um?Didn't ask him to do a drug test, but asked him to help him taste it?

Chesu looked suspiciously at His Royal Highness Fern, and perfunctorily pointed to the more delicious coconut donuts and black tea cakes in his memory: "These two..."

Quietly picked out the two kinds of snacks, and put them all on the coffee plate in front of Chesu. Although there was no smile on His Highness Fern's handsome and resolute face, under the soft and bright light, there seemed to be a smile on his face. Some strange tenderness.

Looking up at Chesu, he suddenly raised his hand and helped Chesu gently wipe off a little cream on his lips with a blank expression.

Seeing His Royal Highness Fern's tall and straight figure, holding a huge dinner plate and turning away, Chesu raised the back of his hand in confusion, wiped his own mouth, and scratched his head in confusion.

Uh... His Highness the crown prince's psychology is really uncertain, very weird, it is difficult to deduce it with common sense.