nebula story

Coming back from the royal small private mech training base alone, Chesu's face and body were dripping with sweat.

It's already evening, and it's easy to lose track of time while quietly doing basic training alone in one's mecha.Usually, he prefers to be alone with whimsical ideas and random thinking, but he rarely does this kind of simple, repetitive, and boring decomposition exercise. These days, he is silently making up for this defect by himself.

Just after returning to the palace of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince, the dinner that had already been prepared was steaming hot and placed on the table of the gorgeous restaurant.The difference from the past few days was that the dining table was no longer empty, and several familiar figures were sitting beside it.

"Your Highness Fern! Your Highness Lance!" Stepping forward quickly, Chesu looked at the people at the table in surprise, "Captain Fanzhong, are you here too?"

Nodding slightly, Fan Zhong's upright sitting posture showed an increasingly obvious military demeanor. "I have something to tell you, it's urgent, so I happened to come here with His Royal Highness Lance."

Lance looked at his sweaty face and said with a smile, "Chesu, hello."

"Hello, Your Highness." Chesu responded quickly.

Fern, who hadn't appeared in his bedroom for three full days, had less radiance and more fatigue on his heroic face.Looking at Chesu, he said calmly, "Come, have dinner with us."

The old manager, who was standing with his hands down, quietly placed another set of tableware.

Chesu shook his head.

His Royal Highness Fern was startled, observing his face: "...What I want to say is, can you dine with us?"

Huh?His Highness Lance and Fan Zhong raised their heads at the same time and looked at His Highness Fern.Both were keenly aware of His Highness Fern's eagerness to clarify, and the two looked at each other at the same time, Fan Zhong was expressionless, and Lance opened his eyes wide.Not an order, but a request?

His Royal Highness's cautiousness is so obvious that it seems a little cute at this moment.Chesu blushed slightly, and said in a low voice embarrassedly: "I just sweated too much. Please wait a moment, Your Highness, I'm going to wash my face."

Although they didn't know what happened, both Lance and Fan Zhong, as well as the maids who were waiting on the sidelines, noticed the subtly different atmosphere in the prince's palace, which had always been majestic and deserted.Between His Royal Highness the Crown Prince and Chesu, who were always at war, seemed to be different from before?

After quickly washing his face and hands, Chesu hurried to the dining table, and looked hesitantly at Lance and Fan Zhong who were sitting side by side.On one side of the long dining table was the two of them, and on the other side was His Royal Highness Fern alone.

Just about to take a seat on the corner seat at the farthest end, I heard His Royal Highness Fern coughing lightly.Staring at Chesu intently, His Highness Fern did not say anything, and there was something in the deep eyes that only Chesu would feel guilty after seeing.

Leaning close to him in embarrassment, Chesum sat silently opposite Fan Zhong.Beside the long marble dining table, His Royal Highness Fern was no longer alone at last.

His Highness Lance, who was diagonally opposite, looked at Chesu and his imperial brother with great surprise, and said with a smile: "I heard from Manager Visser, it seems that you have been training alone every day these days, it seems really hard."

"It's okay." Chesu smiled shyly, "I haven't followed the systematic training at the base. If I don't work hard, I will be thrown too far away."

His Highness Fern glanced at him lightly: "I'm sorry I don't have time to be with you."

Chesu stopped the knife and fork in his hand, his face as white as jade had a touch of pink.I don't know if it's because of the reddish color from being wiped with a towel, or because of the excitement caused by the day's training.Raising his head, he looked at His Highness Fern's slightly tired face: "Your Highness, have you been busy these days?"

Staring at him, His Royal Highness Fern smiled slightly, and the tiredness between his brows became lighter.

"Yes, I'm a little busy." He nodded and said, "The battle is about to start. The deployment of troops on the front line, the preparation of military supplies, and the appointment and replacement of personnel will all be concentrated in these few days."

"Are you going to do all this yourself?" Chesu asked hesitantly.

His Royal Highness Fern's eyes were calm but steady: "At least I will personally review the initial plan before making a final decision."

Lance smiled wryly on the opposite side: "None of us have real experience in facing war, have we?"

Chesu was silent, lowered his head and slowly began to eat.

"Is there really going to be a war?" He asked softly, "I heard that the Federation did not admit that it caused the explosion at all?"

His Royal Highness Fern frowned coldly: "Even if they say that an alien meteorite fell, it is of no use. The empire has declared war and the army has already moved. Is there any way out?"

"I really don't understand why the federal government of Gotha refused to admit it after making such an obvious violation?" Lance said suspiciously, "They should know that they can't be fooled."

"I can only guess that the federal military has different opinions. In order to seize the resources of Star Fisher, someone may have directed the explosion alone." His Highness Fern said, with a sharp light in his eyes, "There are radicals everywhere, The Federation is like this, and the Empire is no exception."

Looking at them suspiciously, Chesu didn't quite understand.

Fan Zhong on the opposite side suddenly opened his mouth at this moment, and looked at Chesu: "His Highness Lance and I will leave tomorrow with the first batch of warships to Fisher. Before leaving, Colonel Vesta asked me to ask you something. thing."

"Tomorrow? Are you going to the front line in person?" Chesu put down the knife and fork in astonishment.

"Yes." Lance nodded, "Brother Fern must be in charge of the overall situation in the rear, and a child of the royal family needs to take the lead in the front line."

"Ah..." Chesu stared blankly at his gentle and firm eyes, feeling a little confused, "Do you need to fly the plane to the battlefield yourself?"

"Don't worry, I won't let me rush to the front in every battle, otherwise there are not enough princes in the empire to perish." Looking at Fan Zhong beside him, Lance smiled slightly: "What's more, with Fan Zhong on my side It's safer to be around, isn't it?"

Fan Zhong raised his handsome eyebrows, but his proud demeanor was very serious: "It is my duty to be loyal to the royal family, and it is the mechanic's duty to protect the safety of mecha combatants. If necessary, I will protect you with my life at any time."

"Don't talk about this, everyone will be safe." Chesu interrupted them eagerly, "Maybe the war will end soon, one to two months, three to five months?"

Fan Zhong glanced at him disapprovingly, as if surprised by his innocence: "How could it be possible in three or two years? Well, I am entrusted by Colonel Vesta to ask His Highness and you, is it possible for you to return to the team now?"

His Highness Fern frowned coldly: "Why are you talking about this again?"

"There is a shortage of mechanics for training." Fan Zhong said bluntly, "The first batch of ten elite mechanics to be trained will be divided into five, the first batch will rush to the front line, and my leader will lead the team to participate in the battle, for example, Zion is among them .”

Looking at Chesu, he said seriously: "The remaining five elite mechanics in the rear, each of them will immediately serve as the captain of a squadron of mechanics and take charge of training."

"Me? Be the captain?" Chesu lowered his voice uncomfortably, "Of course I am obliged, but... I, I am not very good at training others."

Thinking of Colonel Vesta's style of kicking and cursing at every turn, he trembled in his heart.

"If you can't do it, you have to do it." Fan Zhong's green eyes sharpened, "How many rich professionals do you think we can have now?"

"He will go." His Highness Fern turned his head to look at Chesu, "Tomorrow you will report back to the base, just to teach them machine repair skills. You can definitely do it."

"Oh, okay." Chesu pursed his lips. Although he was still apprehensive, Captain Fanzhong was right. When others were already bleeding on the front line, wouldn't he even have to back down from such a thing in the rear?

"But your duties are limited to this." His Royal Highness Fern bowed his head slowly, "You will be discharged from the army soon. If the army invites you to participate in the team leadership training, it will also be a special invitation."

There was a sudden silence at the dining table, and everyone looked at His Royal Highness Fern in surprise.

"Brother Emperor?" Lance asked suspiciously, "You said he should be discharged from the army?"

"Am I not clear enough?" Her Highness Fern asked calmly, without looking at Chesu, "He is still dissatisfied. According to the laws of the empire, he is not old enough to be drafted into the army."

Chesu on the side suddenly spoke quietly: "Your Highness, according to the laws of the empire, civilians and nobles must be drafted into the army. For untouchables, once the war requires it, no matter how young they are, they can be forcibly recruited."

There is a peaceful emotion in his beautiful eyes, not anger and injustice, but gentle firmness: "Your Highness, although this is unfair, since my status is the same as that of hundreds of millions of pariahs in the entire empire, you can't put me To be treated differently from others - it's even more unfair."

"Tomorrow, I will give you a pardon, and you will no longer be a pariah." His Royal Highness Fern said lightly, recalling some fragments in his mind, in the study, in the prison. "This should have been done a long time ago, but—by mistake, it is always delayed."

After a moment of silence, Chesu's eyes were a little hazy, as if he also remembered some past scenes.

"Your Highness, I refuse your pardon." He whispered, tightly pursing his lips, as he did many times, expressing his stubbornness in a soft tone.

Lance smiled wryly in his heart.Just now I felt that the atmosphere between Brother Huang and Chesu was so peaceful and beautiful, why did it start to surge again in the blink of an eye?

"Brother, Chesu just wants to do his duty." He looked at Fern worriedly.

Glancing at him lightly, His Royal Highness Fern did not show any signs of getting angry because of Chesu's disrespect. "Don't worry, I won't be angry with him."

But his expression was also persistent and serious, avoiding Chesu's gaze: "But what I said will definitely be carried out. Tomorrow I will ask Wood to personally supervise the procedures for him to take off his humble status."

There was a silence at the table.Chesu looked at His Royal Highness Fern who suddenly became indifferent, wondering what he was thinking.After a long while, he began to eat in silence without saying a word, and did not try to refute His Highness Fern or fight for it.

Frowning slightly, His Royal Highness Fern glanced at Chesu calmly, feeling a little strange in his heart—the boy's cuteness in front of him is really not his usual style, could it be that he was simply persuaded?

After finishing dinner quickly, Chesu hurriedly bowed to Lance: "His Royal Highness, take your time, I will take my leave first.... Please take care of yourself." He gave another military salute to Fan, and he quickly said: "Tomorrow I will take my leave. I will definitely report to the base, please rest assured, captain."

Turning around and running upstairs, his long legs were as fit and slender as a flexible antelope, and he disappeared at the end of the stairs in a blink of an eye.

Quietly looking at the indifferent Emperor Fern, Lance asked slowly: "Brother, why do you want him to retire? If you go to the battlefield, can you find a better partner than him?"

"Do you think he is really eager for actual combat?" His Royal Highness Fern said calmly, "You should understand that what he likes are only those machines. If he was allowed to choose, he would definitely like to stay in a laboratory or research institute rather than a bloody battlefield .”

"Yes." Lance nodded and looked at him persistently, "But in this special period, who can do things according to their preferences?"

His Highness Fern leisurely cut the fat and tender steak in his hands: "He is not suitable for the battlefield at all. Even with the most exquisite technique, in that kind of place, his role may be far less than that of a bloodthirsty soldier."

"Weakness and kindness, in the face of war, have never been an umbrella that can protect oneself alone." Fan Zhong sneered, "Are all the soldiers of the empire who are going to fight bloodthirsty and warlike?"

Looking at him lightly, His Royal Highness Fern was unmoved: "You may not be bloodthirsty, but there is blood in your body that is eager to fight. ——Fan Zhong, Chesu is not you."

"Your Highness, Chesu is right." Fan Zhong's blue eyes were sharp and cold, "Your decision is not only unfair to all the pariahs of the empire, it is also unfair to Chesu."

"Fair?" His Highness Fern said lightly, "When I saw him for the first time, I didn't give him any fairness. Now it's time to go to the battlefield, but ask him to abide by fairness?"

Lance stared at him, and dissuaded him softly: "Brother, you know very well that if you escape military service by being pardoned from a humble family at this time, Chesu will be labeled as cowardly and shameful, and you yourself will be accused of abusing power." stigma."

His gentle and bright eyes seemed to have insight into everything, staring at Fern: "Is it so important to ensure the safety of your partner?"

His body seemed to stiffen insignificantly. Fern picked up the white napkin in his hand and silently wiped the corners of his mouth.

"Have you finished eating? Do you want to ask Manager Viser to serve another round of food?" He ordered to evict the guests with a blank expression.

Getting up angrily, Fan Zhong looked at His Royal Highness Fern with a sneer, and said unceremoniously: "Your Highness, you are really ridiculous. No one wants to force Chesu to go to the battlefield, and now the imperial army needs him!"

"There are many soldiers in the empire, and there is no shortage of a 17-year-old boy." Fern said lightly.

With a cold snort from his nose, sarcasm appeared on Fan Zhong's handsome face: "So worried about his safety, Your Highness simply tied your partner with a rope and tied it to your belt?"

Looking at Lance with fixed eyebrows, he said heavily: "Your Highness, let's go!"

Standing up hesitantly, Lance looked at the back of Fan Zong striding away, and was about to catch up.

There was a slight sneer at the corner of his mouth, and Fern looked at Lance leisurely: "It seems that your relationship is much better now? He remembered to call you when he left."

Picking up the long windbreaker that was taken off from the dining chair, Lance smiled narrowly: "Since the two of us teamed up to defeat you a few days ago, his attitude towards me has improved a lot, and he seems to like everything about me." ——Brother , I have to thank you and Che Su Chengrang."

Raising his eyebrows with interest, Fern had a nasty smile on his face: "But your partner is really disgusting. What should I do? If he cynically and insults me like this next time, I might I can’t help but say it.”

Lance looked at his smile suspiciously: "Can't help but say something?"

Fern said lightly: "It's nothing, it's just that last time you beat me and Chesu, the main reason was because I prohibited him from leaving the cabin at high altitude for maintenance."

……

Staring dumbfounded at his imperial brother, Lance scratched his head, and finally gave a good-natured chuckle: "I don't care, but Fanzhong will be really mad when he hears you say that! Brother, please, please, don't tell him."

Fern snorted contentedly.

Standing up, he sent Lance to the door, and said slowly: "You leave tomorrow, I don't have time to see you off. Take care of you and Fanzhong."

Lance turned his face in front of the wide porch of the Crown Prince's mansion, so elegant and gentle under the orange light.

"Brother, I will." He smiled slightly, "This battle will not end so easily, we all have to take care."

Watching the special car he and Fan Zhong took disappeared at the end of the official road of the palace, His Highness Fern stepped up the stairs with firm steps, blocking Chesu who was looking peaceful in the study.

Stretching out his hand to close the thick drawing in front of Chesu, his eyes were deep: "You follow Wood to the household registration department early tomorrow morning, and report to the base after completing the formalities."

Chesu looked away from the drawing, and said quietly: "I won't go to the household registration department. If you want to pardon my humble registration, please wait until after this war is over."

He knew that the silence at the dinner table meant nothing at all!The boy in front of him just didn't want to argue with him openly in front of outsiders!

"I'll say it again, it's not up to you to decide." Fern said coldly.

Chesu raised his eyebrows calmly, his eyes were clear: "Without my signature or fingerprints, any procedures will not take effect. Your Highness, are you going to ask the chief guard Wood to tie me up and press my fingerprints forcibly?"

Squinting his eyes slightly, His Royal Highness Fern finally showed a cold look in his blue eyes: "If you insist, I don't mind him using such a violent method."

"Your Highness..." At this moment, Chesu seemed to understand the determination of His Highness the Crown Prince. He spoke slowly, but his tone became serious: "If you really call Lord Bodyguard Wood to come tomorrow, please Remember to put him in handcuffs and a rope."

His eyes sharpened suddenly, and His Royal Highness Fern glared at him.He is going to remember his beating him for the rest of his life, isn't he?

Seemingly understanding the annoyance and unwillingness in his eyes, Chesu lowered her head a little guiltily, her long eyelashes covering her eyes: "...Unless you tie me up and lock me up in prison, I will never Retired."

"You think I can't?" His Highness Fern became more and more ashamed and annoyed, fiercely clenched the blueprint in his hand!

Regrettably, he hurriedly snatched the crumpled drawings of the internal components of the mecha from his hand, and Chesu sighed with a headache: How did he not realize that His Royal Highness the Crown Prince looked so childlike before?A month or two ago, he was so domineering. He wanted to use the whip and the death penalty to force himself to stay by his side as a partner, but now he is going to use the same means to force him to leave?

"Your Highness, it's useless for you to lock me up." He squinted at the tall and strong His Royal Highness Fern, "Your Highness Lance and His Majesty the Emperor will not let you mess around. When I am released, I will be Lan Si The partner of His Royal Highness."

His Highness Fern's face darkened, "Lance Youfan has become a mechanic again, what are you going to do?"

"Then I'll be Captain Fanzhong's substitute." Chesu opened his eyes, and his long eyelashes flickered innocently in front of His Royal Highness Fern, like two rows of small fans, "Since you don't want me, I can't There are places to go..."

"Don't even think about it!" His Royal Highness Fern blurted out, "You dare to think about being someone else's partner!?"

... No longer talking, Chesu looked at him with a smile and became silent.

Staring at his picturesque face, looking at the vaguely proud smile, His Highness Fern stood stiffly in front of the table, full of tossing and turning in his heart.

Helplessly looking at His Highness the Crown Prince with a cold face, Chesu said slowly, "Your Highness, do you really want me to go?"

"Of course." His Royal Highness Fern replied firmly.

"But, you have always been a duplicity person." Chesu muttered in a low voice, and lowered his head, but the corners of his mouth curled up slightly.

"You!..." His Highness Fern turned cold in embarrassment, "Who gave you the courage to criticize me in person like this?"

Tilting his head, Chesu not only did not shrink back from his indifference as before, but there was a mischievous look in his bright black eyes, "Isn't it the courage you gave me, Your Highness?...Your Highness, you actually hope that Shall I stay by your side?" Touching his nose, he showed a little shyness that Fern was familiar with: "If you really drive me away, Your Highness will never find someone as skilled and willing to treat me as I am. Your bad-tempered and submissive partner. You'll regret it."

Dumbly looking at the bright and bold smile on Chesu's face, His Royal Highness Fern suddenly found out in distress: everything that night seemed to have given the young man in front of him too much indulgence and wanton possibility, and he...would never be let down by him again. Scared!

Slowly putting away his smile, Chesu stared at the noble and imperial prince in front of him with bright eyes, and said softly: "Your Highness, thank you."

Thank him?Her Highness Fern stared at him in bewilderment.

"You just want me to be safe, right?" Chesu lowered her head, revealing the small twists of black hair on top of her head, "No matter how fierce you pretend, I won't be fooled by you again .”

His voice was very soft, and he looked at Fern softly like a spring: "Your Highness, that night, I just assured you that even if I am discharged from the army, I will always be ready to wait for your call in 20 years. Now , it doesn’t take 20 years, does it?”

Listening to his clear voice in a daze, His Highness Fern was unable to say anything for a long, long time.

"Okay." He finally uttered such a word, but Chesu's eyes brightened instantly when he saw the opposite.

His eyes slowly curved up, drawing a beautiful arc: "Your Highness, you have been busy for so many days, don't you want to rest early? Go, go, take a shower and change clothes."

What is his tone?His Highness Fern suddenly had an inexplicable itching of the teeth: on that handsome, childish face, there was an expression that lured children to sleep instead! ?