Marshal is always tired [Interstellar]

It is said that there is nothing to practice, but at the moment of the war, no one really has the heart to think about things that have nothing to do with the game. The eight top masters of the galaxy still lock themselves in the room every day, either thinking about their own skills or finding them. Various materials of teammates have been studied repeatedly, and strive to play the most perfect cooperation at that time.

However, they are really not suitable for training together. Firstly, there is no suitable training object. Secondly... even the arena can't simulate the effect of Qin Jue and others' gilt-level strength, which makes them unable to Practice with the help of a virtual facility without any worries - if something goes wrong in real life, it's not worth the candle.

After all, Qin Jue, who should be under the most stress, is the one who seems to be the most relaxed. He has just experienced a breakthrough in strength, and no matter how hard he practices in the near future, he will not be able to improve any further. On the contrary, what he needs most now is to If I relax my tense heart, I may have some unexpected insights.

Cough, in fact, before the decisive battle, he still has an extremely important thing to do.

"You...do you really want to go directly with me to meet them?" Ian looked at Qin Jue who was trying on various clothes with an indescribable expression on his face, "Do you feel...do you feel..."

"What?" Without raising his head, Qin Jue selected an all-black casual windbreaker from the light brain in his hand, matched it with a pair of beige pants, entered it into the human figure template, and then stood on it, "What do you think this is?" How about the suit...isn't it a bit too casual?"

"..." Ian swallowed his saliva, and said absent-mindedly, "It's very beautiful...I mean...shall we make some preparations for the father and the queen first...something?"

The Marshal stepped down from the changing board, spun his cuffs and looked at his holographic image in circles. Hearing this, he smiled indifferently and said, "What's the use of this, don't worry, I think Your Majesty has always liked me. of."

Ian clenched his fist and said dejectedly, "I believe they like you quite a bit but..."

"Then it's over? When you and I went to meet my parents yesterday, the atmosphere was very good. I was worried that my mother didn't like your type...I didn't expect that even Qin Ya was taken down by you."

What he was talking about was taking Ian to "meet the parents" the day before—after all, they were already officially together, and the marshal was still very traditional in his bones, saying that all contacts that were not for the purpose of marriage were hooligans. So he resolutely took his object home.

Hmm... The result is still very good. Ian is a child who is very good at pleasing the elders. Whether it is the chic and domineering mother Qin or the gentle and elegant father Qin, they are all very satisfied with this son-in-law.

Being the princes of the empire is a little surprising, but as Marshal Qin's parents, they still accepted the matter quite calmly, and said, "In the future, if your son bullies you with his high force value, just come to find his father-in-law (?) That's it~"

The marshal is decisively his own Koko.

Ian still tried to struggle and said: "I have done my homework..."

Qin Jue waved his hand: "I also did my homework. I have done their homework for decades. If you don't believe me, go to that room." He casually pointed in a direction outside the door, "Just the couple There are half a room of paper materials piled up at my place - all the paper versions have to be memorized."

The expression of the little prince was indescribable.

"It's still not very good," Qin Jue frowned and changed into a dark blue suit again, "This, will it look too rigid... Oh no, no, I'm older than you, and let them think It’s going to be miserable when I look old.”

"..." Ian felt that he really needed to go to Anda for a fight to calm down.

He suffocated and suffocated, but in the end he still couldn't successfully express his worries that "Qin Jue couldn't understand at all"—my God, this should be the same as common sense, right? How can I say it normally? Come out——I had to compromise and said: "You might as well wear that new military uniform...it looks pretty."

"Really?" Qin Jue's eyes lit up, "I like that set too, but His Majesty always sees me in military uniform, and I'm a little worried that he won't get used to it... Since you think it's good too, then Very good."

... You are probably the one thing he is most uncomfortable with, my dear.

Ian agreed exhaustedly: "Well, I think it's pretty good... So do we really want to meet them today?"

Qin Jue had already changed his clothes, and finally felt that there was something wrong with his lover: "...What's wrong?" There was a little caution in his voice, "You don't want your majesty to know our relationship? "

"What...? No, no, no!" Ian, who realized what he meant, quickly denied, "Where did you go, I can't wait to announce to the entire galaxy that you are mine, why don't I want them to know?"

"Then...?" Qin Jue walked to the chair in front of him and sat down, tilting his head slightly and asked, "What are you worried about? Worried that His Majesty won't accept me?"

"It's not..." Ian scratched his head and tried his best to organize his words, "I mean, you see, your status is very special...my father...it should be hard for them to think that the partner I brought back to them would be like you identity of."

Qin Jue was puzzled and said, "It's also hard for my parents to think of your identity, but it seems that they accept it pretty well."

Ian took a deep breath: "Okay...Okay, you are right, when are we going to leave?"

Qin Jue was stunned for a moment, obviously he didn't expect him to "figure it out" so quickly, but he still happily looked at the influence of his handsomeness and cracked the sky again, and said happily: "Let's go, we can just miss lunch when we arrive at the palace , so you don’t have to embarrass yourself at the dinner table eating some poor food.”

Ian also stood up with his head down, and even found time to show a little bit of deep sympathy to the imperial cook who was in charge of the daily lunch.

Of course, this kind of sympathy is not as strong as usual... To be honest, his most vivid sympathy has been given to the emperor and queen who are still ignorant of what is about to happen.

... may God bless them.

There are only a few steps from the Marshal's Mansion to the palace, and what he is going to do this time is also unusual, so Qin Jue didn't ask the people in the mansion to apply for the palace, but followed Ian directly to "home".

The guards at the gate naturally let the prince's car go. Ian kindly passed a message to his queen mother in advance, only stating that he would bring his daughter-in-law to meet Sheng... but he didn't dare to confess Qin Jue's identity in advance.

Tsk, let them face that kind of shock directly... He thought irresponsibly, anyway, sooner or later, he would have to face it, and if he said it in advance, there might be many twists and turns.

...Well, in fact, he just didn't want to tell the matter himself, lest he face a round of bombing first.

The poor emperor and empress are waiting in the palace, waiting for the lover of the legendary son who has never met.

Fortunately, Ian had at least been vaccinated with his mother before, and the queen couldn't help but wonder how this "daughter-in-law" candidate would be so unruly, while trying to slap on the emperor's attitude.

It was the first time that Puran V heard that his son was in love, and then he was told that this love partner might not be satisfactory.

"What does this kid mean?" The emperor raised his eyebrows, "What is an identity that will surprise us...he won't marry a noble girl from the Federation, will he?"

"...No way?" The queen was also a little startled, "He didn't say it carefully that time, I... Now that I think about what he said, maybe it really meant something like that..."

The emperor snorted and slammed the table: "He dares!"

"Hey..." The queen quickly comforted him, "Actually, it's nothing... Didn't President Ye also want to marry his daughter to the marshal back then? If it's true... If it's right, the two countries are not at war anyway."

"Can it be the same?" the emperor said helplessly, "Ian's identity is different. He will inherit this country in the future. When the queen is the mother of the country, if she is of the blood of the enemy country, what will happen if there is a war?"

"...Okay, okay, don't think so long-term." The queen shook her hand and sat back in her seat. "I only know that my son is going home with his beloved. You are not allowed to show people's face."

Pulan V choked on her and suddenly didn't know what to say.

The couple sat in the hall and waited for a while before they heard his angry voice: "It's such a big shelf, why do you want us to wait for them to come!?"