He was married to all the people of the Empire

Standing out of the crowd was a young man with a handsome appearance and quite a temperament. With a gentle smile on his face, his eyes turned around Nan Zhuo and then turned to his mentor.

"Teacher, can I replace this classmate and try my hand with Nan Zhuo?"

The instructor recognized this person as a member of the southern royal family, and it happened that Nan Zhuo was also from the southern country. Since it is the same empire, if one side loses, disputes can be avoided. After thinking about it, he agreed. As for the talkative person, he said He was ordered to run laps around the playground, and credits would be deducted if he did not complete ten laps in a class.

You know, the academy's playground is not so big, and it takes less than ten minutes to run around and talk, and I immediately want to slap myself who was so talkative just now.Let you talk, let you push!

When they came to the mecha room, the instructor led the two of them to choose two mechas. As the largest and most equipped mecha academy, it would naturally live up to these titles. As far as the eye could see, there were rows of practice machines. A, everyone couldn't help but widen their eyes.

"You can choose by yourself. After you choose it, it will be your partner in the mecha class from now on." The instructor paused, then turned to look at the group of students behind him with straight eyes, and said, "Remember Remember, the mecha is your partner, you must love him and cultivate a tacit understanding that belongs to you, and on the battlefield, you can become reliable partners who can survive and die together!"

The sonorous and forceful words he said, coupled with the influence of the atmosphere, everyone couldn't help but feel a rush of blood in their hearts.

The eyes glanced over the many mechas, and finally settled on one in the corner. Students need to use the mechas after being confirmed by the instructor before they can be activated. When the instructor confirmed, the other one was also selected.

"Long time no see, Nan Zhuo."

As soon as he turned his head, he saw a familiar face. Nan Zhuo glanced at the other's outstretched hand, and then slowly stretched it out after a while, "Long time no see, Nan Chuhong." After saying that, he quickly let go of his hand, Putting it on the mecha as if inadvertently, Nan Chuhong's face froze slightly, his fingers were slightly closed, and then he pretended not to see it, and continued: "I didn't expect you to come here, I thought you were here So it’s in the Yihua Empire.”

Nan Zhuo looked at him, with a faint smile on his lips, "That's really a coincidence, but it's a pity that it didn't follow your wishes."

"How could it be? I heard that you came here too, and I'm happy for you. But later, I didn't see your name on the list of freshmen in Nanguo, and I felt strange. I thought I heard it wrong, so I searched for more. It’s a pity that it’s still not on the freshman list.” He paused, then smiled: “Then someone told me that I got the wrong list, but I didn’t expect you to remember it wrong like me, haha .”

Hearing these words, Nan Zhuo squinted his eyes, remembering that when his mentor asked him which empire he came from, he answered Nanguo, but his current identity is really hard to say whether it is Nanguo or Yihua Empire, and the Nanguo in front of him Chu Hong, a son of the royal family of the Southern Kingdom, the younger brother that Nan Jiahong said was close to his age, but at this time he took a bad turn and deliberately reminded him that he was not from the Southern Kingdom.

Nan Zhuo rubbed his fingers on the cold mech twice, and said after a while: "I'm an exchange student, you did get the wrong list."

After the words were finished, the instructor said that the confirmation was over, and he could get on the mecha. Nan Zhuo didn't even look at the expression on the other party's face, and got on the mecha without looking back, and directly entered the mecha battle room.

The rest of the students watched the battle from the sidelines under the leadership of the instructor. Seeing that the instructor ignored them, they couldn't help lowering their heads and lowering their voices to discuss quietly.

"Who do you think will win?"

"Nan Chuhong, right? I heard that he is one of the top recruits in the college, and he is also a child of the royal family. I heard that he is also very talented?"

"I think it's Nan Zhuo, who is overwhelmed in terms of talent, and haven't you guys heard of the competition between him and the seniors of this academy a few days ago? I took my roommate to watch the scene, and you can say that he is very powerful." !"

"Really, then why does he rely on playing games to win the place of exchange students?"

"Hey, you don't know that, I heard that he went to bed late for the mech exam that day and missed the exam!"

"That's okay? My genius is amazing..."

"What is your genius, he is a married man, be careful Marshal Yi Lian troubles you!"

Then there was a burst of low laughter from the crowd, and it was not until the instructor glanced back that he finally stopped laughing.

Looking at the mecha opposite, Nan Zhuo couldn't help but think of the two people he met on the street during the mecha exam that day.At that time, it was precisely because Nan Chuhong was behind the opponent that he dared to block him.He has been at odds with this person since his last life, and he doesn't know why. Anyway, the two of them have always been polite on the surface, but Nan Chuhong has always found other things in secret. Although Nan Zhuo will not go out of his way to find each other However, it is impossible for the other party to come to his door, and it is impossible to follow his wish.

Once they came and went, the relationship became even worse. In the end, they looked at each other and hated each other. Unexpectedly, when they came here, they became classmates, and they were still classmates under the same mentor.

It's really a narrow road.

Nan Chuhong's strength is not weak, and his talent is also AA, but he is much better than his elder brother Nan Jiahong who can only play tricks and always plays badly.Nan Zhuo didn't intend to be serious at first, but think about it, for the next life to be more comfortable, don't be pulled out to be a strong man at every turn, so as to avoid boring troubles, it's better to be serious.

Thinking this way, he didn't wait for the opponent to attack this time, but acted as a hostage first.

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……

"I clearly said that I will come tomorrow, how many days have you been delaying to come?"

In the royal castle of the Yihua Empire, the current Emperor His Majesty is sitting in the spacious and gorgeous living room. After talking about the business, he is dissatisfied with Yilian, who is making a casual look at the words facing him, and wrinkles brow.

Yi Lian picked up the coffee in front of him and took a sip, "I have something to do, so it's late."

If you look carefully at the two men sitting facing each other, you will find that they actually have somewhat similar looks, especially the eyes, which are exactly the same deep, like a deep pool, who can't see the bottom, but can see the intention clearly inhale.

Yijue said: "So many things have happened recently? You, a marshal, are busier than me, the head of the empire?"

"I don't know who it is, who pushed a bunch of scattered things to me, and I hope His Majesty will forgive me. When I go back later, I must push all these things back, so that I can follow up in time." Come." He bent his eyes and showed a meaningful smile at Yijue who was opposite him.

Yi also coughed determinedly, and changed the subject: "I actually wanted to talk to you about the anniversary of the death of my father when I came to you."

"Your Majesty, the ancestor's death day, you can decide for yourself. I am just a marshal and have no right to interfere with the royal family."

"Yiyi, there's no one here, so you don't have to." Yijue frowned and looked at him, "He's also your father."

The atmosphere condensed into ice for a moment, and Yi Lian's grip on the cup unconsciously tightened, as if a little more force would be enough to crush the handle of the cup in half. There was a chill in his eyes, and after a moment of silence, he let go of his hand, Looking up to Shang Yijue's eyes, "Your Majesty, you are joking. Since ancient times, the Yihua Empire has had rules that each generation of emperor can only have one heir. It is a big disrespect to the ancestors. It’s not good if you don’t die down there.”

His tone sounded calm, but Yijue still felt the coldness in the other party's words, and his frown deepened.

"I know you hold a grudge against what happened back then, but the situation at that time, the Royal Father was helpless. There was no way to admit your mother's identity under the circumstances, and the Royal Father didn't want the tragedy that happened in the end..."

"Your Majesty, don't slander me, how dare I hold a grudge against my ancestors?" Yi Lian said expressionlessly.

Yijue sighed and said, "There is no one else here, so you don't have to be so formulaic with me."

"If there's nothing else, I'll take a step away. There's still things to deal with." After finishing speaking, Yi Lian was about to get up and leave. Seeing this, Yi Jue's face darkened, and he immediately shouted in a hoarse voice: "Sit down, I'm still waiting for you." Not finished."

The two stared at each other silently for a while, and finally Yilian sat down again. He leaned against the sofa, his eyes half-closed, and there was no expression on his face. It was impossible to see what he was thinking.

"On the day of death, you need to do filial piety together with me." The so-called filial piety is a kind of memorial service that the descendants of the royal family do to their deceased parents on the day of death. A lot of people stared at him. Once Yi Lian did this, it meant that he was the son of the previous generation.

"I refuse." Yi Lian answered with a sullen face without even thinking about it.

"Yiyi!" Yijue frowned, looked at the younger brother who had been hiding his relationship, and said, "Before my father died, his only wish was to be forgiven by your mother and your acknowledgment of him. It’s been so many years since he passed away, why can’t you fulfill a wish for him down below?”

Yi Lian sneered, looking at Yi Jue as if walking on thin ice, "Forgive? Admit? When did my mother and I become so important to him?"

"You have always been very important." Yi Jue said every word.

"It's really important. Would you ignore my mother to death for fame?"

"The situation was critical at that time, and the emperor was forced to do so."

"Then I'm very curious, how critical the situation was at that time, and let him, the Ninth Five-Year Supreme of the empire, watch me being killed alive in front of him..." Halfway through the sentence, Yi Lian suddenly stopped Standing up, this time ignoring Yijue's blocking voice, he walked straight to the door with his long legs, and then he stopped.

"I will do everything related to the marshal's etiquette. For the rest, you can do it yourself, Your Majesty." After saying that, he left without looking back. Yijue, who was behind him, looked at the closed door and leaned on the back of the chair Pressing the center of his eyebrows, he sighed deeply.

"Your Majesty, Marshal Yi still refuses?" A woman came over, reached out and gently rubbed Yi Jue's temples, with just the right amount of force, precise positioning, and even more familiar techniques.

Yijue closed his eyes, and said in a hoarse voice: "I used to think that his personality was a bit frivolous, but who knows it's just superficial, his temper is too stubborn, and even ten cows may not be able to turn the corner when he thinks about it."

"Then what does His Majesty decide to do?"

"Father did go too far back then, but now, he only has one last wish, no matter what, I have to fulfill it for him." Yijue stretched out his hand to hold the woman's hand, and whispered: "I listen Say, he seems to care about his marriage partner?"

"Just married, the Marshal is also a man, of course, but it is said that the man is now going to the Interstellar Mecha Academy."

Yijue didn't answer, his eyes were dark, and he tapped lightly with his fingertips on the armrest of the sofa.