Interstellar Fairy Tale

People often have two sides, one is facing the world, and the other is reserved for themselves.

Soran Edrich is a veritable dictator, a powerful monarch of the Golden Empire. But he was still a handsome young man of twenty-four. Beneath the calm and wise exterior, there is still a willful side. The flowers of Ivan Summer Palace are colorful and charming, but they always exude the extravagant smell of the royal court and old-fashioned aristocracy. Empress Dowager Yilan kept pointing fingers at the emperor's marriage, even though the young emperor had shown a tough attitude, she still enjoyed it. Even Earl Reichardt deeply admires the perseverance of the Queen Mother.

The reason of the empress dowager is flawless, whether Soran Edrich likes it or hates it, whether it is a man or a woman, as the ruler of a huge empire, the emperor must have a partner! Even in name, even if only as a lover! Anyone who raises the question of an heir to a young emperor who is less than twenty-five years old will make the emperor feel dissatisfied, but the choice of the emperor's partner can be put on the agenda without controversy.

"...Even if you are tired of my words, and you may not even give it a perfunctory attitude, but aside from the noble status of the imperial empress dowager, I am still a mother. This is a mother's advice: Your Majesty, you are very You are young, but you should not let your servants care too much about your age. You need a wife, or a lover. Ivan Summer Palace can never have only one male master. Those who fight for power will not give up the noble status of the emperor or the emperor's lover, rather than passive Accept it, it's more beneficial to make a choice early. You shouldn't continue to be headstrong. Maybe it's over the top, but I hope you can be considerate of a mother's mood..."

Soran Edrich was leaning against the head of the bed, his diamond-decorated coat was casually placed on the sofa, and his white shirt was unbuttoned to reveal his delicate collarbone. A few strands of scattered silver hair draped over his shoulders, his blue eyes quietly looked at the boy lying beside him, his white fingertips brushed the boy's black hair lightly, and twisted the thin earlobe along the tip of his hair, The touch is exceptionally good.

A small communicator was thrown on the carpet, and Empress Dowager Yilan's voice stopped abruptly. This voice message was unquestionable to the emperor, and Soran Edrich knew the hidden meaning behind the words. Even if Empress Dowager Yilan can really consider the problem as a mother, she still cannot get rid of the entanglement of family interests behind her. As long as Soran Edrich revealed a hint of looseness, the Queen Mother would immediately spare no effort to recommend the "gentleman" and "lady" she knew well. Without exception, they will all be inextricably linked with the Empress Dowager's family.

This was not what the young emperor wanted, and it was not acceptable to him.

As the ruler of a vast empire, Soran Edrich would not allow anyone, not even his own mother, to interfere too much with him in personal matters. The emperor and his relatives have always had an inexplicable relationship. Soran Edrich is strong enough that he doesn't need the relationship to be the icing on the cake. Therefore, in the end, Empress Dowager Yilan will only be able to draw water from a bamboo basket.

Soran Edrich didn't intend to continue to let this boring thing bother him. He picked up the crystal wine glass at the head of the bed, took a sip of red wine that was a little sweet to the emperor, and leaned down? He leaned on his body, gently lifted the boy's head, held the boy's slightly pursed lips, and fed the wine into Shang Ping's mouth one by one in the warm breath. Shang Ping swallowed unconsciously in his sleep, and a strand of red silk slid along the corner of his lips over his beautifully curved chin, and slid into the neckline of his snow-white shirt along the inconspicuous Adam's apple.

Leaving Shang Ping's lips, Soran Edrich licked slowly along the trace of the red line. The refreshing breath unique to a teenager flows into his mouth with the mellowness of the wine. This sweet taste penetrates into the heart of the young emperor. spleen.

Soran Edrich stood up slowly, no surprise, and met the brown eyes that had been opened. The black pupils printed the emperor's face, but it was not clear. Under Shang Ping's still confused gaze, the emperor imprisoned Shang Ping personally? Down.

"woke up?"

"woke up."

Shang Ping just answered instinctively, his alcohol capacity is average, but he won't get drunk just because of a glass of wine. However, I have to admit that the alcohol did play a role. Shang Ping's thinking slowed for a few seconds, but with the kiss from the emperor, it gradually became clearer.

How is this going?

Is he still dreaming?

No, not right! How could he have such a dream? ! It's nothing like that!

Shang Ping instinctively held Soran Edrich's hand that went into the neckline, the emperor's slightly low body temperature made Shang Ping completely awake.

"Your Majesty, what are you doing?"

"As you can see."

…

Shang Ping felt that if his emotions could be expressed through images, there must be a row of black lines on his forehead at this moment.

The button of his shirt was unbuttoned again. The boy's slightly thin but definitely not skinny chest was wrapped in smooth texture. The cream-colored skin fell into the emperor's eyes, and the depths of his blue eyes gradually burned. Desire? The flame of hope.

Maybe it was just a whim at first, but Soran Edrich knew that he was starting to get serious.

"His Majesty!"

Shang Ping frowned, firmly grasped Soran Edrich's hand on his shoulder, and his slender fingers were about to remove his shirt onto his arm, which made him realize that the situation was very bad.

"If this is a joke, I want you to stop right now!"

Shang Pingli remained calm. In fact, he didn't panic too much, it didn't help at all. The age that does not match his appearance makes him clear that calmness and reason are what he needs most at the moment, and unless it is a last resort, he does not want to develop another relationship with Soran Edrich. However, it is clear that the emperor has begun to abandon the latter.

"It's not a joke." Soran Edrich looked down at the boy who was holding his shoulders, his silver hair fell like a silk curtain, wrapping Shang Ping in his world, "I'm never kidding. ."

An unbelievably gentle kiss fell on Shang Ping's forehead, following along? The straight bridge of the nose moved to the corner of Shang Ping's lips little by little, like the petals falling from Ivan's summer palace in spring, gently, slowly, with a sweet and cool taste, without any flaws hiding the predatory atmosphere behind the gentleness. .

The young monarch of the Golden Empire, his blue eyes looked deeply at the boy trapped in his arms, his pale lips were dyed a deep red color, and his voice had a wonderful deepness, like a cello playing. It flowed into Shang Ping's ears: "It's not a joke, my golden wagtail, I want you."

Soran Edrich is the monarch of the Golden Empire, the jewel of royalty, the shining star engraved on the empire's great crown. His beauty is unparalleled perfection, and if he deliberately seduces a person, very few people can escape his charm.

This is the glory of the Edrich family. Even mediocrity? The fallen Heine III still has the handsomeness that is praised by the world.

However, at this moment, Shang Ping may become an exception.

Shang Ping's ears began to turn pink, whether it was because of the breath that was too close or because of the meaning in the words, but his slightly drunk cheeks still had a calm expression. He grabbed the emperor's silver hair with one hand, and the other hand suddenly wrapped around the emperor's neck. Under Soran Edrich's slightly surprised gaze, he raised his head, lightly bit the emperor's Adam's apple, and followed the neck. The line fell on the edge of the delicate collarbone, closed the jaws fiercely, and then released it, without causing any damage to the emperor, just left a circle of teeth marks in good shape, and the snow-white skin was not damaged at all.

Soran Edrich looked at Shang Ping lying back on the bed, but did not move further, his blue eyes and brown eyes were entangled, and Shang Ping's voice clearly entered the emperor's ears: "Sorry, I refuse. "

Looking at the tooth marks he created, the meaning is obvious. Even if he is in a weak position, if he is pressed, the antelope can hit the lion hard! This time it's just a warning, next time, he will bite Soran Edrich's neck!

"This is the second time." Soran Edrich's voice could not be heard of joy or anger, but his expression did not look angry. "So far, you are the only one who can reject me twice."

"If you want, I'll let you get more surprises. So," Shang Ping pushed Soran Aidrich's shoulder, "can you let me go? I haven't had my etiquette class today. "

Surprisingly, Soran Edrich was easily pushed away. Shang Ping's refusal was very straightforward, and he expressed it very clearly. Soran Edrich didn't care about Shang Ping's threat, but he didn't bother to use coercion. The emperor could control his emotions very well. Already a little startled.

Even though Shang Ping's excuse was not very clever, Soran Edrich let him leave the room.

When the emperor's attendant saw Shang Ping walking out of the room, he bowed respectfully and saluted, which surprised Shang Ping. It was the first time this guy who always had a straight face was so polite to him.

It was not too late. When the etiquette teacher was invited by the attendant, Shang Ping showed him the enthusiasm that made him panic. Regarding Shang Ping's red and swollen lips, the etiquette teacher's smart choice turned a blind eye, but he became uncharacteristically strict in teaching.

During the routine summons the next day, Soran Edrich meticulously buttoned the buttons of his exquisite coat to the neckline, perfectly covering the teeth marks that were still clearly visible on his collarbone. Occasionally, his fingers slipped across the corners of his lips. If he were to describe the emperor's expression at the moment, perhaps it could be called an aftertaste, or was he still unfinished? Of course, there is another word that can be more accurately described, but no one dares to use this word on His Majesty the Emperor. That would be horrible.

That word is called "desire? beg? not? full".

Shang Ping didn't take the episode that night into his heart, until he left Hallhold with the emperor and his party, Shang Ping didn't know that he had been labeled "the emperor's lover".

Soran Edrich, who was clear about this misunderstanding, kept silent for no apparent reason.