After being captured by the old enemy

Two days later, under Qi Qing's special arrangement, it was his turn to patrol the base in space.

Half of the guards stayed at the ground base, and half followed Qi Qing to board the starship. Ji Xingjue was mixed in, and followed the starship away from the base silently.

Qi Qing has already explained the affairs after leaving clearly. Damel is not here, and Tian Luo is the temporary guard captain. After listening carefully to each one, she saluted solemnly: "Marshal, don't worry, this subordinate will definitely complete the task!"

A few minutes later, the main ship opened quietly, and the two of them fell into line, turned back, and headed for the imperial capital.

Ji Xingjue seemed restless, strolling around in the starship, making a cup of coffee, squinting against the bulkhead to look at the star map.

Qi Qing glanced back at him, dissatisfied: "Why are you so far away from me?"

Ji Xingjue smiled and sipped his coffee: "I'm afraid you won't be calm."

Qi Qingmi was silent for two seconds: "No, it's uncomfortable to stand up, please sit down."

Ji Xingjue said: "You are worth 3000 billion, I dare not sit down."

"..."

The two looked at each other for a moment, and Ji Xingjue was defeated, he lingered to Qi Qing's side, and squeezed him resentfully: "You really want me to give birth to a younger sister for Dandan, don't you think you Is it perverted?"

Qi Qing pointed out the problem calmly: "Isn't it because you are flirting."

Ji Xingjue took it for granted: "This is called fun, Marshal is really dull."

Although the car has been overturned frequently recently, he still had a good time.

Qi Qing glanced at the layers of bruised and purple hickey marks on the back of his neck, decided to let go of his skin, and calmly looked away: "Cicely has already gone to the palace."

The palace has been sealed off on the grounds of protecting the safety of His Majesty the Emperor, which is obviously Harlem's will.

After all, Cicely's mother is also the emperor's younger sister, and unlike the threatening Deen, she was able to enter smoothly.

Although the terminal will be confiscated.

Ji Xingjue nodded, and was a little suspicious: "How do you know the people around me so well?"

Qi Qing: "Is there?"

"The marshal has a good relationship with the principal."

Qi Qing's face remained unchanged: "It's okay."

Ji Xingjue glanced at him with a half-smile, but didn't press on.

Taking into account Ji Xingjue's body, this interstellar voyage is still mainly short-distance jumps, and the two take turns to control the starship and rest alternately.

Not long after the voyage, Ji Xingjue became a little sleepy.

He bit the tip of his tongue and drank a whole cup of bitter coffee, but he didn't see much effect.

I've been getting more and more depressed lately.

Qi Qing noticed keenly, her face didn't change, she stroked his hair, and said in a calm voice, "Go to sleep, I'll call you when it's your turn."

Ji Xingjue blinked hard, answered vaguely, turned back to the rest cabin, frowned and lay down with his clothes on.

He didn't tell Qi Qing that he often had dreams recently.

Because he wasn't sure if those were dreams or not.

After his consciousness was muddled and plunged into chaos, Ji Xingjue dreamed of a gorgeous palace again.

His sight is from bottom to top, from the magnificent and magnificent palace to the vast sky. For no reason, Ji Xingjue knows that he yearns for that sky in his dream.

He also knew exactly where this gorgeous palace was.

The gorgeous and majestic palace is located at the highest point of the imperial capital Ankara.

Someone said beside him: "...Your Highness, do you want to go out and have a look?"

Ji Xingjue shook his head, unable to distinguish himself or the person in his dream for a while, but a real anger filled his chest: "Take me to see my father."

"Are you going to stop His Majesty's plan on 'Bionic Transformation'? Your Majesty may be very angry..."

Xu Xu's words swept past his ears, as if separated by a layer of water, Ji Xingjue turned his head, trying to see who was next to him, but caught a glimpse of his own reflection in the pool beside him.

The face inside was so familiar that cold sweat broke out on his back.

is himself.

The dream was shattered.

Ji Xingjue woke up panting. The starship was still driving smoothly. He wiped off his cold sweat, turned on the optical brain, and entered the prince's name again.

When the prince was born, the rebel army had already been secretly formed, and there were many assassinations against the royal family. His health was not good, so the tyrant took him even tighter and forbade any wind and rain to blow to his side.

The only weakness of the tyrant was the prince. He was afraid that if his photo was spread, people from the rebel army would get it and assassinate the prince without leaving any video data.

There are only a few records in the history books about this prince who died young when he was less than 20 years old.

Ji Xingjue murmured "Ludwig" a few times and pressed his heart.

When the name Ludwig is called out, there is always a sense of familiarity.

The history of the Landa Empire was written by the victor of the Glory Empire, and everything is quite distorted.

Ji Xingjue has recently frequently searched and collected real historical materials. Looking at them, there will always be a huge void and loss filled with grief inexplicably in his heart.

That huge empire that lasted for thousands of years has been lost more than 100 years ago, and its former glory has long been buried in time and will never be restored.

Could this almost absurd resentment be brought to him by the chip in his body?

Ji Xingjue shook his head drowsily, turned over and got out of bed in a daze, walked out of the rest cabin, looked up and saw Qi Qing's back in the operation cabin, and immediately established a sense of reality, his erratic mood stabilized, and he smiled : "Did you sneak a few more jumps while I was asleep?"

Qi Qing looked at him with serious eyes: "Your complexion is not very good-looking."

"I had a nightmare," Ji Xingjue walked quickly to his side, and stretched out his hand with a smile, "Xiaobao, hug me."

Qi Qing hugged him according to her words, tightened her arms and said: "What nightmare?"

The warmth from his lover wiped away the resentment in the dream and brought him back to reality. Ji Xingjue comfortably rubbed against his neck, and opened his mouth: "I dreamed that Eggy turned into a child and had to go to school." , I bring back a bunch of zeros every semester, and we fight over who we are going to hold a parent-teacher meeting for."

Qi Qing: "..."

It does sound scary.

But this is definitely not what Ji Xingjue dreamed about.

The terminal vibrated, and Ji Xingjue interrupted Qi Qing's words in time, and said, "Cicely has returned a message, let me take a look."

Qi Qing frowned, squeezed his waist, and swallowed the words.

Because of the martial law in the palace, they had to be searched when entering, and they were not even allowed to bring a terminal. Ji Xingjue didn't let Cicely bring any gadgets in, so as not to be checked.

What Cicely sent was a video instead.

The daring Ms. Cicely, who is highly skilled, changed her hairdo overnight, and walked into the palace openly with the monitor on her head, without being noticed at all.

Ji Xingjue was so reckless that he was a little afraid for her.

He frowned and turned on the video.

In order not to be scanned, Cicely had to compress and recompress the monitor, and only turned it on to record a short segment, and the picture was not particularly high-definition.

This is in the bedroom of His Majesty the Emperor.

It had only been a few months since we had seen each other, and His Majesty, who was in high spirits, suddenly weakened a lot. He was lying on the bed, as if his soul was imprisoned by something, and he could only respond vaguely occasionally.

Harlem stood aside, looking at the emperor worriedly, and in the middle of speaking, he gave the emperor the medicine himself, with a gentle voice: "Father, I know you don't like this, but you have to take the medicine well to get better as soon as possible, Don't shy away from sickness and medicine."

Cicely pretended to drop something, and when she lowered her head to pick it up, the monitor in her hair flickered, capturing the flickering smile on Harlem's lips.

When Cicely raised her head, Harlem's face was still full of sincere concern and sadness.

At the end of the video, Ji Xingjue was amazed: "Have you seen it, this is the real show."

Even he was tricked.

Thinking about it carefully, whether it was Esther's news or the few times he asked for help later, Harlem's arrival was surprisingly coincidental.

Qi Qing raised her eyebrows.

Ji Xingjue knew what he was going to say, and while replying to Cicely, he praised: "I know, I know, Mr. Marshal has sharp eyes, and he can see that there is something wrong with him at a glance."

Seeing Harlem's problem with her own eyes, Cicely couldn't help being a little excited, and even asked if there was anything else she could do to help.

Ji Xingjue replied ruthlessly: No more, stay at school recently and don't go out casually.

Cicely: ?

Ji Xingjue: Harlem will monitor you for a period of time to check if you have any problems.

Cicely replied with a series of ellipses, knowing that this is not a fun thing to be honest: I know.

After confirming that Cicely would not act without authorization, Ji Xingjue felt relieved, turned his head and asked, "Speaking of which, am I still 'cultivating' in the private nursing home in the imperial capital?"

Qi Qing nodded: "I will be guarded."

In the past few days, at Doyle Base, Ji Xingjue wore a camouflage ring when he went out. Except for the members of the guards, no one else knew that he was outside.

Ji Xingjue said happily: "Then when we arrive at the imperial capital, let's split up and I'll go fishing in the nursing home."

Qi Qing wiped the tear mole in the corner of his eye, and hummed.

The short-distance jump is more tossing, but Ji Xingjue and Qi Qing cooperate with each other tacitly, except that Marshal is more fond of cheating and taking more work.

When approaching the third galaxy, Damel had already escorted the mission to the imperial capital first, and was ordered to prepare for Qi Qing's response.

A few days later, the starship secretly arrived at a satellite base near the imperial capital. With the help of people arranged by Damel in advance, the two sneaked into the transport starship and successfully returned to the imperial capital.

When His Majesty fell ill, Harlem ordered the weather system adjusted.

The wind and snow that would have lasted for several months on Ankara stopped suddenly, and was replaced by a warm spring breeze. The imperial capital, which seemed somewhat dead in winter, appeared prosperous again.

Damel was under surveillance and was unable to pick up the two in person.

Ji Xingjue looked at the imperial capital bathed in the sun, and praised: "On this point, Harlem has done a good job."

He raised his hand and bumped fists with Qi Qing: "I'm going to the nursing home, please Marshal to spread the news that I woke up, maybe the fish will take the bait soon."

Qi Qing hummed, seeing his good brother's farewell gesture, her eyebrows twitched, she leaned over and hugged him in her arms, and kissed him at the corner of his eyes: "Be careful, I'll come over at night."

Ji Xingjue lay in his arms, blinked obediently, smiled a little, turned his head and kissed him on the lips, and stuffed the fake ring into his hand: "You need it more than I do."

Saying goodbye at Xinggang, Ji Xingjue got into the car arranged by Damel and headed towards the private nursing home.

Sure enough, there were heavy guards outside the nursing home, so Ji Xingjue sneaked in, met the respondent, changed into the clothes of the nursing home, and lay down on the bed.

His complexion has not been very good-looking recently, which just fits his weak and sick appearance.

The marshal's wife who was unconscious finally woke up. As soon as the news spread, people came to visit the nursing home.

old acquaintance.

The project leader at the military department, Admiral Rand.

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