Interstellar Fairy Tale

Namu's night is beautiful, the stars twinkling in the sky flow into a hymn of the night, in the banquet hall of the lord's mansion, the banquets are intertwined, laughter and music are intertwined, the noble gentlemen in decent clothes and the soldiers in the military uniform are constantly inviting. The aristocratic girls in long skirts danced together, and the gems embellished between the long hair and necks of the female companions shone brightly, and the bright red lips exuded a fragrance like flowers.

"They are like colorful butterflies who are not tired."

Lieutenant-General Metz, who accompanied Emperor Soran Edrich to the welcome dinner, was obviously not able to adapt to the new military dress, and always felt uncomfortable with the jewel-encrusted collar. In the same way, the young lieutenant general did not intend to be friendly to the occasional wink and the perfume smell that lingered all the time. It can be seen that the contempt and impatience in the tone of Your Excellency Lieutenant General cannot be concealed by describing the lady dressed in luxurious dresses and embellished with expensive gems as colorful butterflies.

Giovanna? As the lord of Namu Lingxing star, Delie accompanied the emperor from beginning to end. Although both parties were tired of this procedural courtesy, they could still look forward to the end of the banquet with courtesy.

Giovanna stood beside Soran Edrich, slightly behind two steps, and dutifully introduced to His Majesty the Emperor every nobleman present and the children of the Dere family in the army. Solan II has always been less interested in the descendants of the hereditary nobles known as the old-fashioned nobles, and rarely entrusts these nobles who grew up surrounded by gems and beauties, but it does not hinder these young people who still have ambitions and talents. Show their loyalty and gorgeous feathers to the emperor.

"Long live His Majesty the Emperor!"

This has become a common word on the lips of all the guys of the right age to join the army in Namuling Star.

Unlike the star-leading adjutant Maia and the secretary Howard, who were eager to please the emperor, the latter even brought his sixteen-year-old daughter. The shy girl was obviously intoxicated by the emperor's military boots, and her face was full of expression. Xie Hong was so excited that she couldn't use the noble's social rhetoric very well. This made Howard look embarrassed, and it also made Maia, who had never dealt with him, watch a good show. Giovanna was reluctant to join the farce, and he was still worried about the two uninvited guests in the parlour. Although he knew that Goodwill was not an impulsive person, no one could guarantee that the Governor of the Star Star, who had just been wiped out by Soran II, would not be hot-headed.

Probably not...

Giovanna's questioning affirmation was completely rejected when he looked at the door of the banquet hall.

Goodwill is dressed in a black velvet dress, his black hair is neatly combed back to his head, his brown eyes are hidden behind a pair of flat mirrors, the gold chain hanging down from the temples falls on his shoulders, and there are two concealed lips on his lips. The black beard could not hide the gentle smile on his lips. Like a decent noble gentleman, he handed the long coat to the waiter and held up a crystal cup. His etiquette is decent, and no one will even suspect that this man who suddenly appeared at the banquet is a suspicious person. , which does not include Giovanna, whose heart mentioned his throat, and Soran Edrich, whose eyes were slightly narrowed.

However, what attracted the emperor's attention at the moment was not the sudden appearance of Governor Huo Xing, but the "girl" he held in his hands.

The slim-fitting pearl white dress wraps the slender and flexible body of the "girl", and is trimmed to the lotus leaf-shaped neckline of the neck, which sets off the beautiful androgynous face. The long black hair hangs down from the ears, and a sapphire is embellished on the face. On the long hair, the "girl" has dark eyebrows and curled eyelashes. Her pink lips were pursed lightly, and she didn't seem very happy, but she couldn't stop her admiring eyes from following behind "her".

She can be a beautiful girl or a handsome young man. However, there is no denying that it attracted the attention of the emperor.

That's right, his golden wagtail.

The young emperor took a sip of the golden liquid in the crystal cup, the mouth was smooth, sweet with a touch of pungency, the white fingertips slid over the long silver hair hanging in front of him, and the corner of his mouth drew an intriguing smile meaning.

Lieutenant General Metz suddenly felt a chill rise behind his back, and even though he knew it was definitely not aimed at him, he couldn't help but look at the emperor who put the crystal cup on the waiter's tray.

Once this diabolically beautiful dictator makes this expression, it only means one thing, that is, someone is going to be unlucky...

Lieutenant General Metz did not dare to express his thoughts on his face. He could only watch the emperor walk through the banquet hall with graceful steps. The music continued, but the people along the way stopped at the same time as agreed. The men were still very restrained, while the girls and young people in Huaichun couldn't help holding their breaths, and their whispers were all vibrato.

"Has Your Majesty already chosen a dance partner?"

"If I can dance with Your Majesty, I am willing to dedicate everything to the gods of the empire!"

"You think beautiful!"

Soran Edrich's footsteps didn't stop, and his long silver hair swept through the air in a gorgeous arc with his movements, like a shooting star gliding across the sky in the night sky, and everyone in the banquet hall held their breaths. , I don't know when, the music also stopped. In the whole banquet hall, only the footsteps of the emperor were left. The golden boot heels tapped on the gorgeous marble floor, and it seemed to be playing an intoxicating vocal music.

Finally, Soran Edrich stopped, his face as beautiful as an elf, dyed with a smile like melting ice, his long fingers wearing snow-white gloves, took the hand of the person in front of him, and gently kissed the back of his hand, Lifting the corners of his eyes slightly, his eyelashes trembled in a charming arc, "Would you like to dance with me?"

If it was any noble girl or young man, hearing this intoxicating voice, the answer given would not be rejection, but the person who was holding the hand of the emperor in front of him could no longer restrain the desire to kill.

Undoubtedly, in the sixteen years of Shang Ping's life, he has never felt as funny and incredible as this moment!

Romantic?

Prince, no, emperor and Cinderella? !

Burned by countless eyes of envy, jealousy and hatred, Shang Ping only had one thought at the moment, who will give him a shot!

However, when Shang Ping began to imagine that the waiter beside him was not holding a wine glass but a laser sniper rifle, he had been brought into the center of the dance floor by the emperor, and the hands around his waist and the temperature of his skin dyed through the gloves and clothing, once again The sound of the music and the smile flashing in his blue eyes made Shang Ping stiff and almost forget to resist.

"If you don't obey, the laser gun will shoot through the man's head."

When the emperor's words fell, Shang Ping was completely honest. He began to regret why his brain was twitching, and he would agree to the **** proposal of the cheap dad!

The handsome silver-haired emperor and the black-haired shy girl danced together in the brilliance like a pile of stars. Occasionally, the corners of the skirt fluttered in seductive arcs, and then they were tightened by the emperor's powerful arms and gently lowered their waists. The breath permeated between the two dancing together.

Well, if there is any flaw in this beautiful pas de deux from outsiders' eyes, it is that the "girl" is so stiff and out of place. Footprints, of course, these can be ignored, at least, Soran Edrich's mood seems to be very good, which makes the young girls who have not been invited by the emperor bite their silver teeth.

There were also two people who had completely different moods from those present. One was Giovanna, who was almost out of breath, but still pretended to be calm, and the other was Goodwill, whose face was faintly blue.

At this moment, Goodwill began to doubt whether the decision he made was correct. No matter how he looked at it, he felt that the emperor in front of him was suspected of taking his son away to the Ivan Summer Palace at any time!

Fortunately, the dance music stopped before Goodwill's forehead burst with blue veins, and looked at Solan Edrich who was leading Shang Ping towards him. Goodwill was sure that the emperor had recognized his identity and confirmed the emperor. He would not immediately order his arrest. He thought that the next moment, the emperor would question his arrival as expected, but Soran Edrich suddenly said a few words to an officer beside him, and then pulled him. Looking at Shang Ping, he turned around and left the banquet hall without allowing him to resist? !

Goodwill can no longer remain calm. He calculated everything, but he missed out on how things would develop to the present situation. He came here to negotiate conditions with King Soran II, not to send his son to the emperor to raise him. gastric!

However, just as he was about to chase the two, he was stopped by an officer, "Sir, His Majesty the Emperor wants to summon you, please come with me."

Shang Ping was pulled all the way out of the banquet hall by Soran Edrich. On both sides of the red carpeted corridor, two guards saluted the emperor every fifty paces or so. Soran Edrich was in a good mood. Nodding, under the excited eyes of the soldiers, he pulled Shang Ping and continued walking. At the end of the corridor, two ornate doors opened in front of Shang Ping's eyes. In the luxurious interior, a virtual bonfire was lit by an antique fireplace. Beside the round table covered with patterned tablecloths, there were two burgundy sofas and a floor-to-ceiling window occupied the room. Halfway through the wall, the windows were open, and the cool breeze diluted the smell of the royal incense. Soran Edrich dragged Shang Ping into the room without giving him a chance to speak. After the door was closed by the guards, he directly sent Shang Ping It was flat on the four-column bed decorated with luxurious gems. The red bed curtains woven with golden patterns fluttered slightly, and golden silk stalks hung down from the edges. The top of the bed also had dazzling patterns. For two seconds, Shang Ping saw everything. Shaking, as the wig was taken away and the lipstick on his lips was wiped off, Shang Ping was still stuck in the soft bed, unable to get up.

How did things turn out like this?

Soran Edrich threw the rouge-stained gloves under the bed, sat on the edge of the bed, held Shang Ping's wrist with one hand, lowered his head, his long silver hair fell, and there seemed to be a smile in his blue eyes. It's hard to imagine that the news sent back from the chip of the cloner Erfei, the clones who sneaked into the six hundred and seventy-eighth star have all died in battle, but this black-haired boy is alive and well, even with the governor of the star. Appearing here together, what is his relationship with that Governor?

The fingertips slid across Shang Ping's sweaty nose and landed on the corner of his pink lips. The other hand grabbed Shang Ping's wrist accurately, and immediately took the small laser knife out of Shang Ping's hand. Throwing it aside, he gently kissed his fingertips, which made Shang Ping suddenly recall the discordant scene when he was locked in a bird cage.

"Tell me, who are you?"