Interstellar Fairy Tale

Shang Ping didn't know why he did this, but he did.

With a snap of his fingers, the navy blue curtains blocked the sunlight from outside, and occasionally a few multicolored rays of light spilled into the room through the gaps between the curtains, adding a splendid finish to the halo yellow color emitted by the wall lamps. .

Shang Ping knelt down on the emperor's lap, straightened his waist, and with a chuckle he pulled out the jewel-encrusted belt on the emperor's coat.

Solan Aidrich leaned on the sofa relaxedly and raised the corners of his lips. He was looking forward to what Shang Ping would give him.

The next moment, Shang Ping stuck out his pink tongue, lightly licked the silver metal wrapped around the edge of his belt, his brown eyes narrowed slightly with a smile, leaned towards the emperor, and whispered in the emperor's ear: "Your Majesty, Raise your hand."

"kindness?"

Solan Edrich was lost for a moment, but Shang Ping, who had seized the opportunity, bound his hands with a belt.

Shang Ping didn't exert any force. For the emperor, this restraint was more like a game in a formal sense.

The emperor raised his hand, looked at Shang Ping, and raised one eyebrow.

Shang Ping held down the emperor's arm, leaned forward, and pressed his lips together, holding the button on Solan Edrich's coat, his teeth replaced his fingers, and the diamond button came loose from the buttonhole, following his strength. , the silver coat opened, revealing the snow-white silk shirt.

Solan Edrich didn't plan to break free, he even cooperated with Shang Ping and let him do whatever he wanted. After all, the emperor was just pampering his wife in another way. This kind of petting is really hard to believe, and it will appear on Soran II, who is known for his ruthlessness and cruelty. In fact, with the exception of Shang Ping, Solan Aidrich rarely showed this emotional side in front of outsiders.

Shang Ping was still working hard, until the buttons of his shirt were all unbuttoned, he raised his head, his hands slipped along the emperor's thin waistline, his marble-smooth skin, and his body temperature was slightly cool, but it brought Shang Ping a sense of comfort. A novel feeling. Even if the emperor's heartbeat began to accelerate, his body temperature would remain at a level far lower than Shang Ping's palm, which had surprised Shang Ping many times. However, when leaning on this chest, there is an indescribable comfort.

"Your Majesty, do you like it?" Shang Ping put one hand on the emperor's shoulder, and the other hand, slowly unbuttoning his coat, his body swaying gently with a subtle and natural melody, like a holding Nestling in the palm of the hand. He swayed his shoulders, allowing the coat to slip off his body, down his arms, and onto the carpet. Then there is the shirt. He is like a fish in a game, with a smooth and graceful body curve, which is displayed without hesitation in the eyes of the viewers.

Shang Ping could clearly see that his eyes as deep as the sea were dyed with dark flames. He never thought that he would do this for a man, but he did.

Joy, pleasure, he didn't want to suffer passively all the time.

He is also a man, and in his nature he has the desire to conquer and ambition. It was only lately that he realized how much he wanted to completely conquer this silver-haired emperor who was not as beautiful as a mortal man, even if the emperor already belonged to him.

And protected by law!

Thinking of this, Shang Ping's actions paused, well, he was struck by himself.

Sure enough, smoking is a kind of spirit that entertains oneself and others all the time...

Shang Ping's kiss, with a hidden aggression, fell on the emperor's lips, touching, licking and sucking, tongue and tongue intertwined, exchanging fiery emotions with each other, only the most intimate lovers can be so unreserved. presenting himself to the other. Sometimes, the physical fusion is far less than a kiss can express the deepest level of emotion, and what Shang Ping wants to do is far more than just a kiss.

His lips traced along the emperor's graceful lower jaw, and his snow-white teeth lightly bit the bulging Adam's apple in his neck, just like Soran Edrich did to him every time. His hands slid across his chest and landed on the belt of the emperor's trousers. With a soft click, the jewel buckle broke free, and the belt was dropped on the ground.

Solan Edrich kept pampering him until Shang Ping's fingers touched a certain part, and the emperor finally couldn't help but break away his hands and clasped Shang Ping's waist.

"What do you want to do, eh?"

"What?" Shang Ping licked his lips with a smile, leaned forward and bit the emperor's lower lip, "I want to conquer you, Solan Edrich!"

Shang Ping rarely used "you" instead of "you" to the emperor, let alone by his first name.

This may be a subconscious behavior, but at this time, it will undoubtedly be a terrible thing to use you to address Solan Edrich.

Although the emperor condoned his queen, he would not allow him to act recklessly. In fact, Shang Ping did not intend to do some impossible things, he just wanted to satisfy his almost impossible wishes. However, the next development of the matter is beyond Shang Ping's control. Now, it is the limit that the emperor can endure.

When he was crushed heavily on the sofa, Shang Ping still had the leisure to count the curled eyelashes of the emperor. However, the next development made Shang Ping once again understand a truth, provoking a bloodthirsty beast is not something a smart person should do.

Four years later, he is still not good at learning.

However, this kind of dullness, the emperor likes.

The shirt and trousers that were still draped around her arms were almost torn in half. Just looking at her appearance, it was hard to believe that this silver-haired beauty had such terrifying strength. The kiss that wanted to swallow him into his belly, and the touch with more force than before, brought Shang Ping another novel experience.

He almost smiled and held the emperor's head biting on his chest, running his fingers through the silver hair, raised his neck with slight pain and numbness, and let out a seductive low breath.

The slender hand grabbed the fair ankle, and along the inside of the calf with a cool kiss, it fell to the knee, biting like a bite, leaving a red mark.

Shang Ping closed his eyes slightly, and like every time, he put his arms around the emperor's neck, bearing everything that only he could bring to him.

This man is his.

Sweat wet each other's hair, black and silver intertwined, at the last moment, Shang Ping pulled the emperor's hair fiercely, stared at the emperor's eyes, and said in a threatening tone. : "Your Majesty, you can only be mine!"

Solan Aidrich seemed to be stunned for a moment, then stopped, and brushed the silver hair hanging on his forehead with one hand, ignoring the hair caught by Shang Ping in his hand, but directly held Shang Ping's wrist, He kissed Shang Ping's fingertips, and a faint smile spread from his blue eyes. What caught Shang Ping's eyes was a smile that seemed to devour a person's soul.

"As you wish, my queen."

Shang Ping had no time to think about everything after that...

All afternoon, the emperor had not come out of the queen's study room. The emperor's attendant and the queen's attendant, who were waiting outside the door, drove away the civil servants who came to present documents to the emperor for the seventh time. Important" bilateral talks, after the two sides finally reached an agreement, both had deep concerns about their career as court attendants.

Tracy Galaxy

Before General Greg Harminia nearly ran out of patience, Lord Tracy, Jerocame, finally sent a message to the counterinsurgency fleet to allow passage through the galaxy.

"I'm sorry, Your Excellency Harminia."

Jero Kame's unusually succinct answer and apology almost made Greg Arminia and Giovanna, who knew his personality, fall out of their glasses. As for O'Neill, the young man said he was unfamiliar with Jello Cameron. Or should I say, he is not familiar with any galaxy lord. Even Greg Arminia and Giovanna, from their first meeting to now, have only stayed on the level that their names and faces can match, and they know Greg's temper. Of course, this may only be superficial.

Is this Jello Kame herself?

Greg Arminia looked at Giovanni Nadere uncertainly, and the other party also gave him a puzzled expression. Shrugging his shoulders, there shouldn't be anyone stupid enough to pretend to be Jello Kame without knowing his long-winded personality.

"Lord Jero Kame, can you please explain the act of blocking the fleet's information before?"

"I have nothing to comment on this." Jero Kame's tone was a little stiff, but he immediately noticed that his attitude was not right. Sure enough, Greg Armenia's face became even more ugly. Although in the eyes of Gerokame, the Norred lord never gave him a good look.

"For this matter, I have apologized. For this, I am willing to send a pilot ship."

Jello Kame's apology is very sincere. As a galaxy lord, Gregar is very clear that allowing other fleets to pass through the route of the star is completely different from sending a pilot ship to lead other fleets through the route.

Greg Armenia did not hesitate too long before rejecting Jello Kame. The refusal may seem unreasonable, but if he accepts Jero Kame's offer, it would be a challenge to Lord Tracy's authority. This kind of thing seems absurd. In fact, few lords will send navigation ships, the purpose is only to lead other fleets into the special route of the galaxy. Within the Empire, this behavior is mostly a gesture of submission.

Even if Gerald Camere was willing to do it, Greg Armenia and Giovanni Nadeley would not accept it.

The old-style aristocrats of the empire have all kinds of corruption deeply rooted, but their etiquette and respect for their colleagues are unmatched by the new aristocrats. Even if this respect is more for face, it will make the other party feel a lot more comfortable.

If it were replaced by a young soldier who was born in conquering the galaxy or a new noble to lead the fleet, there would be absolutely no chance of Geror Kame's proposal being rejected. It's only a matter of time before it gets disgraced.

Maybe Jero Kame doesn't care, but Greg Armenia still has the old-fashioned aristocratic way of doing things.

After the counterinsurgency fleet passed the Tracy system and entered the route to Chisanna, Grega Harminia ordered the navigation ship to move forward at full speed, while the main fleet kept a certain distance from the navigation ship and contacted the Norred system. The left-behind fleet was ordered to send a medium squadron to infiltrate the outskirts of the Tracy galaxy and pay close attention to the situation in the galaxy.

Giovanna column returned to his flagship, and also received the order of Grega Harminia, but, the last order about the Tracy galaxy, Gregar only sent it to Giovanna, leading the Semto galaxy fleet O'Neill didn't know about it.

"Your Excellency, do you think there will be a change in the Tracy Galaxy, or the Kame family?"

"I'm not sure." Greg Harminia said: "I just have doubts about Jero Kame. According to the news from the capital, Jero Kame just went through the procedures for an extension of his return to the star leader not long ago. And he left the capital that day. It's a weird move, especially now."

Giovanna nodded, he would not think that Greg Armenia was unfounded, in fact, for the galaxy lords like the Camel family who depended on in-laws and cunning minds to survive, all the galaxy lords known for their military exploits were not. What a good impression on them.

Not long after the imperial counter-insurgency fleet entered the route, Diana, who was in the Lord's Mansion of the main star of Kisanna, received the news. A series of orders were immediately conveyed to the Qisanna galaxy fleet and the main star defense force.

The detainees can also detect the change of gaffe from the nervous expression and solemn atmosphere of the guard. In a cell guarded by Peter, several doctors who were captured from Norred finally succeeded in sending a secret signal.

Everything is ready, and the war is about to break out.