MTL - Interstellar Fairy Tale-Chapter 142

"Imperial Major?" Queen Dowager Yilan exclaimed: "What is your majesty thinking? To grant the rank of Imperial Major to a person of unknown origin?"

"Your Majesty has issued a formal appointment letter."

"Where's the military department, what about the Prime Minister, none of them raised any objections?"

"No."

Empress Dowager Yilan stood up in shock, pacing the carpet almost anxiously, "What is his identity? What is His Majesty thinking?"

The attendant was silent, and the maid who accompanied the empress dowager did not say a word. At this moment, no one could answer the Queen Mother's question, except for Soran Edrich himself, who was still in Sesha.

Finally, Empress Dowager Yilan, who had calmed down, said to the attendant, "I want all his information, details, everything!"

Count Reichardt, who was far away in the Ivan Summer Palace, also received the official documents at the first time. The imperial major appointed by His Majesty is only sixteen years old, and he comes from Mars from the Muse Galaxy. Apart from that, he has no background information. The Imperial Military Department is not limited to the direct leadership of the Empire, and there are also excellent talents on the conquered planets, but at least they need to serve in the Imperial Army for at least five years before they are eligible for promotion. And the Muse galaxy hasn't even been included in the empire's territory!

"Your Majesty, does Your Majesty have any other considerations?"

Some imperial officials were completely puzzled by this appointment, and some people in the military began to make a move. They didn't expect to overthrow Soran Edrich's rule, at least, to let the young emperor know that he will need to see the situation.

The emperor's throne can be a tyrant, but he must not be a stupor.

Earl Reichardt didn't say a word about this. He also had another document in his hand. The father-son relationship between Shang Ping and the six hundred and seventy-eighth Huo Xing governor, Shang Yu, gave way to the high-ranking Prime Minister of the Empire. a view.

"Everyone, Your Majesty's authority is supreme." Count Reichart officially stated his attitude at a regular cabinet meeting, "Any doubts and conspiracies against His Majesty will be convicted!"

Count Reichardt made a final decision, no matter whether Soran Edrich was reluctant or not, in the Ivan Palace, and even in the entire empire, the communication of the emperor's orders still needed the Prime Minister's easy-to-use eraser.

Shang Ping did not know what this seemingly simple appointment would bring him. On the night of the request, he went into Soran Edrich's room. The emperor leaned against the head of the bed in a relaxed manner and smiled at him standing there cramped. He knew what Shang Ping was doing, and Shang Ping himself was convinced that he was a trustworthy person. But when things come to an end, not everything can be laughed off.

Shang Ping admitted that he was a man and should not be awkward, but he just felt awkward. Would pork on a cutting board feel the same way?

Solan Edrich didn't speak, just watched the changing expressions on Shang Ping's face quietly, until Shang Ping was overwhelmed with embarrassment and finally couldn't help laughing.

Putting one hand on his lips, his elegant cello-like laughter broke the silence in the room, "Sorry, ha..." Soran Edrich's blue eyes were also full of smiles, and the curvature of the corners of his lips would The ice and snow-like temperament melted, the silver hair fell softly on the shoulders, and the sapphire collar button on the collar of the shirt shone against the snow-white skin.

"Your Majesty, this is not funny."

"Okay, not funny."

Soran Edrich stopped his smile with difficulty. Shang Ping had already walked to the bedside. He had just taken a bath. He still smelled of water on his body. His black hair was wet against his forehead, and his simple shirt and trousers outlined the lines. Youthful and clean temperament. The emperor's laughter strangely calmed Shang Ping's anxiety. Once he calmed down and the embarrassing embarrassment disappeared, Shang Ping was undoubtedly very attractive.

This is undeniable, and Soran Edrich's admiring glance is enough to prove it.

Pulling Shang Ping into his arms with one hand, Shang Ping staggered unexpectedly, leaned his back against Soran Edrich, and sat in the emperor's arms. Unlike the old-fashioned aristocracy of the empire, the members of the Edrich royal family did not like to infuse themselves with any foreign aroma. Especially the emperor of the empire, on his body, there will always be only the cold fragrance of the royal family emanating from his bones. Alluring and mysterious.

Soran Edrich's snow-white skin was almost transparent, which often made Shang Ping wonder if he had body temperature. This snow-like emperor, like a statue carved from the most cherished crystal, just sitting or standing there quietly is enough to attract anyone's attention.

Beautiful, intelligent, powerful.

He has the largest territory and supreme power in the universe. In a single thought, the fate of a galaxy can be changed. Shang Ping couldn't even be jealous of him, which was completely unrealistic.

Of course, it is not so easy to have a good impression of Soran Edrich. However, for the current Shang Ping, all this is not important. In any case, he has sold himself. It's very simple. First, dig a hole, jump in joyfully in front of Soran Edrich, and rub the soil a few times, and then count the money for the other party with a smile. .

Looking back, it really happened.

The more Shang Ping thought about it, the more he felt that something was wrong. Logically speaking, it is unbelievable that he, such a selfish, self-serving, self-cleaning person, would do such a thing. At the end of the day, he couldn't just watch Edgar die, he couldn't turn a blind eye to the madness and resentment of Goodwill, and more importantly, he wanted to live.

"What are you thinking about?"

White and slender fingertips rubbed against the youth's cream-colored skin, slid from the chin to the smooth neck, protruded from the neckline, and lingered at the collarbone.

Some cool.

Shang Ping moved his body instinctively, and found that his waist was trapped, so he could only lean back and try to make himself as comfortable as possible.

"His Majesty…"

"kindness?"

Soran Edrich's voice rang in his ears, the cool breath slipped behind his ears, his fingers gradually slipped, and he opened the two buttons of Shang Ping's shirt, the silver buttons slipped from the buttonholes, and the snow-white hands were all over. Overlay, in the position of the heart.

Shang Ping suddenly froze, raised his head, and instant surprise fell into Soran Edrich's eyes without reservation. The emperor's eyes are still cold, clear, without a trace of love? desired color.

Shang Ping's unease seemed to make Soran Edrich very happy, and he simply pulled Shang Ping to lie down on the bed, still hugging him, but not letting him feel any aggression anymore, he pulled up the velvet quilt, Gently covering the two of them, the silver hair fell on Shang Ping's neck, itching.

"His Majesty?"

A light kiss, followed by a smiling voice, "Go to sleep."

"But…"

"But what?" Soran Edrich pulled over Shang Ping's shoulder, put his whole body on Shang Ping's body, and looked at Shang Ping condescendingly, "No but, understand? Or do you want me to continue?"

"Do not."

Shang Ping shook his head, thinking about nothing at all.

Soran Edrich took him back into his arms. The boy's body was flexible, his skin was soft, and the refreshing breath was like the morning breeze, the breeze was blowing, and the goddess of the night sang softly in the night of Sai Xia.

After a long time, Soran Edrich opened his eyes and felt the light and regular breathing of the black-haired boy, his blue eyes overflowing with undetected tenderness.

Maybe he just needs a partner, or maybe Shang Ping just showed up at the right time and aroused his interest, but the young emperor has made up his mind that the black-haired boy will become the most beautiful golden wagtail in the emperor's garden. .

In the same night, not everyone can sleep peacefully.

Goodwill stood in front of the window, the amethyst hairpin in his hand shone beautifully in the starlight. However, the bug installed in the crystal hairpin repeated Major General Edgar's words and Shang Ping's oath over and over again. Until the last energy was exhausted, the hairpin was thrown to the ground, rolled down the steps in front of the window, and the sound of the crystal hitting the marble was crisp and pleasant.

Honor, pride, everything, everything that was once considered more important than life...

Goodwill suddenly laughed, the laughter became louder and louder, two lines of tears fell down the corners of his eyes, he hugged himself like a lonely child, and fell to the ground.

The appointment of Shang Ping, with the clear statement of Count Reichate and the firm attitude of Soran Edrich, did not cause any waves. Shang Ping was not affiliated with any fleet in the empire, nor did he belong to any battleship. All he can lead is the Mars prisoner who is still being held in the Saisha prison at the moment, and perhaps the prisoners of war from other galaxies. As the lord of Saisha, Harlan? Edrich once objected to this, and in the end he could only submit under the emperor's orders. But never imagine that he will provide Shang Ping with even a battleship!

Shang Ping didn't care about it, besides, he had already got what he wanted, and the rest was not important.

The military uniforms that were sent were unfolded and put on meticulously. The golden buttons were buttoned all the way to the neckline, and the epaulettes with tassel shone on the gorgeous military uniforms of silver and gold. Pick up the military cap, no surprise, the cap badge is also a gem.

"...really rich."

This is Shang Ping's first comment after putting on the imperial uniform.

Taking a deep breath, Shang Ping took a final look in front of the full-length mirror. The face in the mirror was so familiar, yet so unfamiliar. A year ago, Shang Ping never imagined that he would wear the golden imperial uniform one day. At that time, they were enemies.

"Maybe it's fate?"

With a sneer, Shang Ping punched the mirror. The smooth mirror surface began to crack from the point of focus, and the snow-white gloves covered the redness and swelling of the knuckles. Shang Ping turned around and strode out of the room.

At this time, it was June 3, 1129, in the Milky Way calendar. No one knew what fate would take after leaving this room, but Shang Ping knew what he should do next.

The black military boots hit the marble floor, reflecting the hard lines on the floor where the light can be seen.

Goodwill seemed to have expected Shang Ping's arrival, and smiled slowly as he looked at the boy who pushed open the door and walked towards him.

"You came."

"Yes, father."

Shang Ping walked up to Goodwill, took off his military cap, and put it on his forearm, "Father, I made a deal with the emperor of the empire."

"trade?"

"Yes. Rather than being used as a bargaining chip by others, it is better to value yourself. This is what you taught me."

"and then?"

"I want the six hundred and seventy-eighth Huoxing, no, it's all your battleships."

"What if I say no? What will you do?"

"You won't say no. You are important to me, and so is Uncle Edgar. I want you to live. More importantly, I want to live."

"Are you sure that Soran II will keep his promise?"

"The emperor's promise has begun to be fulfilled. I assure you that I will fulfill your wish and send all those who betray you to the gallows of death."

"What if the emperor breaks his promise in the end?"

"Then leave it to fate. It can't get any worse."

Goodwill looked at Shang Ping quietly, his calm eyes did not contain a trace of emotion, and Shang Ping also looked at him without moving. The father and son seemed to be in a wrestling, and it was strange that no one was on the side of justice.

After a long silence, Goodwill sighed.

"Okay, you won." He hugged Shang Ping with a smile, "My child, perhaps, sending you to Soran Edrich was a mistake from the beginning. However, I am proud of this mistake. However, I also want you to remember that conscience does not mean forgiveness. Mercy is not for everyone. And, never forget what you promised me."

"I know." Shang Ping hugged Goodwill back with a smile, "So, I dare to wear this to see you. If it's Uncle Edgar, maybe he'll throw me out directly."

"Why? It suits you very well, how beautiful. Does the empire collect so much tax every year, does it keep moldy?"

"Father, businessmen don't pay taxes to the empire, right?"

"certainly!"

"…"

Shang Ping doesn't know if Goodwill's words are all true, but he is sure that Goodwill will fulfill his promise.

At the same time, Sesha's ground-based prison alarm system rang loudly, and eight intruders were caught on the perimeter of the prison.