Why is the waste prince like that?

Lancer resumed communicating with the attendant officer.

This is because His Royal Highness, a certain Crown Prince who fled, has been out of contact for three days.

It seemed strange not to say anything, Samir cheered himself up several times before sending out the news.

[Samir: Your Highness has important tasks tonight. 】

He deliberated over and over again before he could say this customary official language, but it was inevitable that he had to find an excuse.

【Lan: Okay, thank you, and greet Your Highness for me. 】

He changed his nickname.

Samir's pupils constricted instantly, and he read it over and over again in disbelief, and only after he clicked into the data card could he confirm that it was not a note written by himself.

Immediately, he lost all his strength and fell down on the chair, covering his eyes with the palm of his hand. After a long time, he let out a low moan of pain.

Lancer is not easy these days. Although he is still concentrating on doing things, he will inevitably drift away when listening to his teacher's loud lectures.

"About three days later, you pack up, buy or rent clothes, I don't have any suitable clothes for you here, and then go for a physical examination... Lancer, are you listening?"

Lancer smiled calmly: "Teacher, I'm listening, I'll go for a full body check, but why?"

Abner moved the mug in his hand, and glanced at the crumpled envelope underneath.

"A report meeting. You forgot? Obon Liwen, the article you read a lot of things has already been published. There are no other authors, so I will write your name on it. You shouldn't mind."

How could anyone care about this kind of thing? It is a great honor for a young man of his age to appear in the same article as Abner. It is not a top journal, so the problem is not big.

So Lancer still smiled calmly: "I see, I will be ready in three days."

The old man picked up the mug, took a sip of the hot black tea, and said, "Anyway, with your contribution, the second author can't escape. I heard that you also taught yourself Opon Liwen? Take this, and it will be three days later." When Zalaru came to pick you up, he turned it over and brought it here."

Lanser took the document, his eyes stopped for a moment on the hapless invitation letter, and then he left without thinking about it.

He regretted it a little now, regretting that he caught off guard and pointed it out, so that the other party frowned like a stressed cat. Not only did he run away immediately, but he was so shy that he didn't dare to show up now.

But maybe, maybe just...not wanting to be responsible.

When he thought of this, his negative emotions surged, and he had to go home immediately to suck up the meowing god who was curled up in the cardboard box and sleeping.

Speaking of this community, there are usually few people wandering outside, which is quite different from the peaceful retirement atmosphere in other old communities, but before Lanser turned a blind eye to this and was too lazy to think about it.

But this time was different.

When he entered the gate, he could clearly feel the security personnel's scrutiny. The uncle basking in the sun downstairs seemed a little too strong. The urban beauty who passed by did not smell of perfume, but his calf had obvious training marks.

Lancer closed his eyes, and only now did he deeply realize the feeling of being watched all over the place.

Alright, run away, be a coward and let your eyes and ears peep.

He was still understanding and wanted to give the other party time to have the courage to confess, thinking that what he did was not wrong, but the ridiculous thing was that the other party failed to show the maturity he should have.

He entered the door and thought for a moment, then out of childish displeasure, he went online and changed his nicknames on all platforms.

I really like peeping, don't I, don't have the courage to face it, so I'll be sulking at you.

In the past two days, Fei Rui has been like a child in a family quarrel, acting like a cat with her tail between her legs, carefully eating her own salmon, not daring to babble loudly.

Golden Retriever, you have done a lot of evil and harmed Miaomiao, God Miaomiao will curse you with the most terrifying words in the world, and curse you to become a plaything of human beings.

It was three days later that Lancer learned that the article that he thought was published in the water magazine was published in one of the three top journals in the empire.

At that time, he was dressed in formal clothes and was trying to explain to the teacher the part of speech of some unclear words in Obon Liwen.

After listening to it, Abner thought for a while, and almost transferred the report assignment to him on the spot.

In short, this report meeting is not simple. First of all, its location is special enough.

Timanis Brown Palace, one of the three main palaces in the Imperial Palace complex.

Abner explained to him that generally speaking, the last report meeting of the year is not only used to report the latest achievements, but also serves as an annual summary of the academic circles of the empire. The gathering of various masters and elites from several major military academies is such a grand event Opening in the palace is also to show the empire's emphasis on academics.

Lancer understood that his current status was equivalent to the teacher's secretary, responsible for taking care of the teacher and seeing the world by the way.

Abner sneered at the former, he was confident that he would grow stronger and stronger, and even if he got into a fight with his old rival from the Fourth Military Academy on the spot, he would never need students to help him.

However, because the responsible personnel sent by the palace were well-trained and experienced, until the end of the report meeting, there was no such academic disaster when entering the banquet.

His Majesty the Emperor showed up and delivered a speech as usual, looking back at the past, focusing on the present and looking forward to the future, and then left amid thunderous applause, leaving only His Royal Highness the handsome Crown Prince in white dress to preside over the next activities.

He looked normal, going about his business as usual, doing what every well-established crown prince would do, and even because he was better, he seemed more capable and energetic, and easily won the admiration of others.

Lancer was not arranged to be next to Abner, but he made sure that the teacher and a certain professor from the Fourth Military Academy sat on both sides and that the legs of the two were not long enough to fight under the tablecloth, and then he happily shared with other professors' students. Let's talk.

His age was considered very young among this group of people, so most of the time he just silently listened to the exchanges of these seniors, and occasionally responded to some kind mentions.

However, he is not a pure amateur after all. Speaking of which, everyone knows something about him, and soon found that although he is not knowledgeable, he has a wide range of knowledge, and he is not a simple nerd. It is quite comfortable to talk to him.

It's a pity that these people can drink too much. The alcohol content of this kind of banquet is not high, just to prevent people from making a fool of themselves. Lancer has only practiced alcohol for a few days, which is not enough to compete with the boozing seniors, so he quickly left the banquet due to convenience .

Of course, it was also mainly because he was unhappy and unwilling to breathe the same air as some people.

He asked the servants of the palace who were waiting at the side, and he was quite enthusiastic about showing him the way, but he was not really in a hurry, but he was angry and wanted to go out to breathe, so he just asked the direction and left.

Each of the three major palaces of the empire is quite famous. Timanis Brown Palace was named after Cavendish II’s favorite eldest daughter, Princess Timani and her designer lover 500 years ago, so the palace’s The design style is quite unconstrained and romantic, among which the most talked about is the Rose Secret Road.

It is said that it was a romantic path left by the lover designer with selfishness, and they often met there during the short six-year relationship between him and the princess.

It's a pity that the princess's affection gradually disappeared with the novelty. The lover who was abandoned by her was sad and didn't take any money. She just asked for this name to be named for this palace. This is objected.

This princess has a free and easy personality and pursues happiness, so she is never married. She also jokes that it is the only time in her life that she appears in black and white with a certain man, and it is only this time.

But it's nothing, for her, this is just an indulgence when she was young, and it's quite romantic when she thinks about it.

The love of the new and dislike of the old by the high-ranking people is vividly reflected in her.

However, after Princess Timani's nephew came to the throne, this secret passage was expanded into a huge labyrinth garden, also known as the Rose Labyrinth, which became a beautiful landscape.

Why do you suddenly think of this story?

Of course it's because...

Standing in front of the tall rose wall, Lancer was deeply silent. After the silence, he couldn't help thinking whether he had lost the basic ability to be a conductor.

Can't even do basic pathfinding.

Forget it, today's unhappiness is enough, he looked around for a while, and found that there was no one here, it was suitable for being alone and relaxing, so he plunged into it.

When he was a child, he had been envious of the wooden models of the three palaces, and the enthusiasm of children was so amazing that he still remembered the layout of the garden maze.

If the genuine model of the empire hadn't been shoddy, according to his approach, he should be able to find several small pavilions and flower corridors in the center.

Sure enough, he found a small flower pavilion.

Just as he breathed a sigh of relief and was about to move forward, a familiar voice came from behind him.

"orchid!"

He stopped in his tracks, closed his eyes, and then turned around, showing a soft smile: "Greetings, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

Samir didn't say anything, as if he had suddenly become dumb, he just stepped forward a few steps, then pursed his lips and lowered his eyes.

The face that looked more handsome and noble under the moonlight showed a depressed and melancholy expression.

It's a pity that at this moment, it can only make Lancer more unhappy. At this moment, he still has to pretend to be dumb, and if he doesn't want to talk, he can be dumb forever.

So he put away his pretended gentle expression, and turned his eyes away. There was almost no trace of respect in his voice, but his words were decent: "Sorry, I asked someone for directions, but I didn't seem to be going the right way. It should be here..."

Samir interrupted him: "No...it's not that I didn't go right..."

It was hard for him to speak, but he knew that he was wrong, so he could only confess as much as possible to get a more gentle punishment.

"Tonight... no matter if you ask any of the servants, you will not get the right direction."

"I...I want to talk to you, so..."

Lancer also interrupted him: "You can ask me to talk directly." He threw away the honorifics, aiming to see how much arrogance the other party still has.

Samuel didn't dare to look him in the eyes: "I...didn't know you would come..."

Lancer smiled, let go of the flawed sentence, and asked, "Then what do you want to talk to me about?"

He approached a few steps, but Samuer didn't dare to retreat from such an offensive, he just did the best a criminal with a conscience could do.

Stand and be punished.

"Talk about... that day."

The other party would not torture him physically, he simply asked, "Is it just that day?"

Samir's face was pale, and he knew at this moment that he might be no different from a pervert in the other party's heart, but he could only answer frankly: "A long time... a long time ago, when Sami... and the dormitory."

As soon as these two words were uttered, it was like cutting him open and exposing him to the sun. It was a cold night, and he felt a sharp pain of burning his internal organs.

At that moment, he even complained.

I know it's my fault, but you are the one who hugs me and touches my chest, and you who kiss me and respond to me.

I want you to love me more, to be closer, so I'm stuck.

But to admit that what I have done is all dirty selfish desires and wishful thinking, is it too cruel for me?

Lancer didn't intend to speak late, but he didn't expect that the other party was already on the verge of collapse after only a few questions.

He is indeed angry with some people, but it doesn't mean that he doesn't love him anymore.

Lancer was silent for a while, and then he mentioned another matter: "Do you remember the reward you owed me?"

Samir was almost grateful to himself, he quickly replied: "I remember, I remember everything."

Lancer couldn't see him standing like this. He walked over and grabbed the opponent's sleeve, telling him to turn around and walk side by side with him.

As the distance got closer, he realized that His Royal Highness's good complexion did not rely on a good mood or a good sleep, but just some makeup skills that were easy to hide under the warm light.

Under the light of the not-so-good lighting artist, the moon, his tired eyes, dark under eyes, lips that were not moist enough, and blond hair that no longer shined were all exposed.

Lancer thought that the pampered cat was wronged by disrespect, but fled back to the safe zone in shame and arrogance. He wanted to abandon the stupid human beings and enjoy a comfortable life, so he couldn't get rid of his anger until now.

But it turned out not to be, he was still the same as the stupid cat that almost died of cold at the door of other people's dormitory on Valentine's Day, but this time he didn't dare to insist, so he could only escape home and lick his wound haggardly.

"I want you to cash in now."

Samir didn't hesitate, and replied straight away: "Okay." Then he caught the young man's expression from the corner of his eye.

But he is very worthless, his eyes without emotional nourishment have been so hungry in just a few days, and now he is just greedily tracing the other party's face.

Every word of the other party can easily mobilize him now.

"I want you to answer me a few questions truthfully."

coming.

Samuel lowered his eyes and stared at the uppers of the two men's shoes.

He heard the opponent's first cut, which came quickly and directly.

"Why would you stay with me if you're already sober?"

Samuel stopped, he hesitated to say, facing the back of the person who took half a step ahead of him, his voice was very quiet at first, but then he felt that maybe the answer to all the questions was only this sentence What makes him the most happy and gives him the most courage, so it gets louder and louder.

"Because I... like you very much, maybe more... more than I like you, I want to stay with you, I want you to look at me, I want you... to love me."

The footsteps of the person in front also stopped abruptly.

Samir actually felt very happy at this moment, even though it seemed very abnormal, but being able to confess in front of his sweetheart, unexpectedly made him feel the joy of relief.

"I'm jealous of everyone...whether it's the person who shows affection for you or the shadow of that cat you love, I want to change, I want you to love me instead of anything else, but the harder I work, the more I find that you don't I will like such a person, everything about me will be overturned by you, and all past successes will become failures..."

It seems that today is a night suitable for interruption, because the person in front turned around at this time, his dark eyes were too bright tonight, and he interrupted his confession with a firm questioning tone.

"Why do you think I don't like you at all?"

"I said, if there is anything you are not as good as between you and Sammy, it is that you are too arrogant, self-righteously put others there, and then start to make trouble for yourself and others for no reason."

He would never speak in such a serious tone on weekdays, so that for a while Samuel couldn't think of any rebuttal.

I can only stare wide-eyed and confess what my brain is most concerned about at the moment: "Will you... like me?"

Lancer looked at him, he showed his first real smile tonight, the moonlight gave his hair a layer of brilliance, but he was more amiable than the moon: "Do you think you are very decent, Sarah Your Highness Mill?"

"Then the second question, since we first met, is everything you said to me, even a simple response, from your sincerity?"

Samuer can hardly hear other voices, and he can't think about anything else. The biggest worry in his heart at this time is that human beings can't open their hearts and let their sweethearts know who makes this place beat.

"Yes," he even searched his brains to find some examples, "During the competition, you said, you said, I must... miss you so much."

He lowered his eyes, fell into the memory a little bit, and his mood became a little soft and shy: "Yes, I regretted it at that time, I shouldn't pretend, I should arrange things better, and I should at least see you before entering the venue."

In fact, even if he has a good feeling in his heart, Lancer is not the kind of person who will be moved by verbal liking.

But such a detailed description made him feel like he was loved without realizing it, which is amazing.

He stared at the other person's face, and at the moment he didn't realize that his cheeks were hot.

"Maybe, I mean, you just... need an emotional sustenance, just want to experience a different... life?"

Samir endured for a few seconds, and raised his eyes to look directly at him for the first time this night: "I didn't."

"You can reject me, laugh at me, even vomit at me, insulting me as a pervert who likes men, a piece of royal trash that's out of gold and jade in it," he said with a choke in his throat, "but you can't...you can't misinterpret it My, my love."

"You can't misinterpret the person I love. It's an insult to place emotional sustenance on him. Outsiders and even himself don't know his brilliance. He is mine and my moon. If there is any difference, the only difference is that I am not a poet. .”

After he said these words, it was as if he was holding out the treasured things from his head to others, so that his mind was blank, and he felt ashamed, and lowered his eyes to wait for the unknown punishment.

But Lancer looked at him, at his handsome, emotionally struggling face, at his face flushed with anger, with drooping golden-brown eyelashes, and his voice became strange, soft and thin.

"last question."

"I want to ask you, do you dare...like that night..." He moved closer, "Kiss me?"

Samir's eyes widened, staring at the face presented in front of him, and he didn't even have the energy to answer "which night" pretending not to understand.

A shame of being unmasked filled him, but a secret joy took over.

Ambiguous, pulling, all become so difficult at this moment.

He wanted to ask why, but he was afraid that his clumsy speech would make Huameng be taken away.

So he gave full play to his soldier's nature and obediently held up the opponent's face.

Meow, by God, this is really... a picture that can only appear in Samir's most excessive fantasies.

Sober, eyes half down, letting others do what they want.

In fact, Lancer was staring at his lips.

Since the other party was still the crown prince on the light screen, he had paid attention to the other party's plump lips with perfect curvature and shape.

Whether it fits or not, in the final analysis, maybe one kiss will tell.

Lanser lacked intimate experience. When he was young, he even lacked a cloth mother who experimented with a female monkey, but his crying and longing would not be satisfied, and he grew into a cold person over time.

Until he has a cat who can pour out his intimacy wantonly.

This mixed-race face has a completely different style from his, starting with thick black soft hair, almost no angular facial features and face, warm white complexion, darkened eyeballs, long straight black eyelashes, drooping corners of the eyes and The soft and blunt tip of the nose, and only the lips that are not thick enough show that the owner is not completely soft and deceitful.

Perhaps Samir was too absorbed in the banquet just now, so that now his stomach is really empty, and he wants to find some favorite food to satisfy his hunger.

It's like the soft lips of others in front of you.

It must be softer than the cream carefully whipped by the royal pastry chef.

There may be even sweeter fillings inside.

Samir lowered his head, and he smelled the familiar smell of orange blossom again, and now he felt that this smell was very precious, more precious than any fragrance loved by the upper class.

It is a quiet and stable dreamland, and it is his home.

In the beginning, it could only be lip-smacking, but Samir's arm was really familiar, so it naturally rested on the opponent's waist, and he had to apply force as usual.

He could embrace the body again, the body that seemed meant to fit in his arms.

This is so good, it made him vaguely think that if he could die together, he hoped to die as he was at this moment, and the bones would be difficult to separate hundreds of years later.

Soon, His Royal Highness the Crown Prince made a lot of progress and carefully pried open his sweetheart's teeth, but he was sucked wet by his dry lips.

In the imperial palace at night, in the garden labyrinth shrouded in the moonlight, the best roses in the empire bloom out of season, silently and boldly watching lovers kissing.

Wrong, Lancer's fingertips gently inserted into the other's beautiful golden braided hair, and the palm of his hand stroked gently, which made him continue to think in a trance.

Isn't the best rose in the whole empire in my palm?

The sea-blue eyes that convey the national belief can only watch one person's face, the pampered tongue that mobilizes the whole army can only try to please one person, and the arm that cut off the head of a strange beast can only hug one person carefully.

This person didn't close his eyes. On the contrary, the pupils of the more imposing person trembled, and the brown-gold eyelashes swept across the side of the other's nose, and he closed his eyes.

The music in the palace seems to be absent, Rose carefully peeps, and secretly guesses with the yawning guards, only the cool wind is the villain, blowing over the passionate and crimson neck.

Let the two people wake up suddenly, and slowly separate.

Lancer's face was still flushed, he thought it was strange that kissing could be intoxicating, but he just smiled lightly, and then said: "I think you misunderstood a little, I mean kiss... He put his fingertips on the back of the opponent's neck, leaned over, and lightly pressed his lips against Samir's right cheek, "It's this one."

There is a crimson cloud above it.

Samir instantly remembered that innocent kiss, felt ashamed and bit his lower lip silently.

His little hope of being forgiven by complying with the other party's demands disappeared again.

Lancer leaned back a little, because he found that there was a royal supporter behind him, he licked the corners of his lips, looked lazily, and continued slowly: "But, you know, to do that kind of thing to an unconscious person , is a violation of imperial law."

Samir raised his eyes, he smelled something strange, and was about to stare at the other party with wide-eyed eyes without blinking, but this somewhat fierce expression had no deterrent force on his face now.

Because his whole mind is obviously being played with wantonly.

At this time, the other party pressed his shoulders and leaned close to his ear, as if telling a little secret: "However, I can teach you some ways to escape crime, you should pay attention to it."

It's getting weirder and weirder, even talking about escape.

But Samir had to listen carefully, listening to him slow down his words and elongate his voice: "You know, Your Highness, the Imperial Marriage Law stipulates that there are only two types of men who can freely kiss me in my sleep like this."

"Well, that is, my boyfriend," he seemed to be strangled by someone who was nervous and gasped with a smile, and this strange tone almost took Samuer's soul away, "and, my husband .”