Marshal is always tired [Interstellar]

Qin Jue was really a little nervous. He didn't feel this way when he met the emperor for the first time as a vanguard officer, but the moment he got out of the suspension vehicle this time, it felt like a gas was stuck in his throat. The feeling suddenly surged up.

Of course, the marshal still maintains a calm and composed expression on the surface - he is very familiar with this kind of thing.

"Master Marshal, His Royal Highness the Prince." The guards in the hall were stunned at the Marshal who came out of the prince's carriage, but quickly realized that he stood upright and saluted a standard military salute.

Qin Jue nodded with a cold face, and went straight in with his hands behind his back.

Ian sighed sadly, and stroked his back at an angle that others could not see, as a comfort.

After getting along with Qin Jue for a long time, it is really difficult to regard him as the iceberg-like male god who was elusive and elusive in my heart. His personality is indeed more "Qin Luo". It is easy to discern his true thoughts from some small movements.

How could he fail to see that the other party was nervous... Although he was also nervous, of course Shun Mao was the most important thing at this time.

When walking through the long corridors in the palace, Qin Jue had already started to slow down consciously.

"...I have never felt that His Majesty is so scary," he couldn't help but mutter to Ian in a low voice, "Really, although he has always been nice to me, I still feel that today's test is not so easy."

"Don't worry..." Ian coughed, "You also said that he likes you very much, uh... For example, a king as a marshal... Cough cough, in short, your identity is definitely enough... "

Qin Jue gave him a white look: "You want to say that the princess is here... Actually, it doesn't matter, it's just a title. I'm not talking about identity, but I think it's weird."

... You finally feel weird too, huh?

"After all, we used to...be regarded as peers," Qin Jue rubbed his hands, and stopped in the empty corridor, "Look, I used to call him brother, but now I have to call him...Dad ?”

"Pfft——" Ian couldn't hold back, and almost choked himself to death, "cough cough cough you... my dear, you better stop calling him that..."

He suddenly felt that his father's heart might not be too healthy, really.

Qin Jue puffed his mouth, and strode forward angrily.

"Hey, hey, you don't really intend to call him that, do you?" Ian quickly trotted a few steps to catch up with him, "Listen to me, don't be too hard on it... It doesn't work to be called uncle, to be honest, you can call it whatever you used to call it now. You won’t mind calling me Emperor Father.”

"I'll see what's going on," Qin Jue took a deep breath with a sullen face, put on the most "marshal" expression, and broke into the living room that he had made an appointment with before, "Don't worry, I won't irritate them too much of."

Sigh... If I had known how angry I was with Rand, I would have ridiculed him if he laughed at me. At least I would have to blackmail out a suitable solution. It has been a long time since I have faced these old foxes with zero script.

It was the afternoon at this time, and the sunlight came in through the dazzling enamel-painted window lattices on both sides of the corridor, and fell on the lifelike marble reliefs, as if even the dust in the air was filled with a solemn and solemn temperament, which was accumulated over a long period of time. The ancient castle shows the sacred and inviolable majesty of the royal family to the visitors in its own way.

The heavy door of the living room in front of him automatically opened to both sides. Qin Jue couldn't help but grabbed Ian's hand, and found that both of them were sweaty at the same time.

Ouch... Isn't it just to meet a parent, as for...

He secretly cheered himself up in his heart, the Marshal let go of his hand in awe-inspiring manner, and strode in with the sound of the wind, and sure enough, there were several familiar leather sofas facing him. There are some beautiful and sweet refreshments on the delicate table.

The two His Majesties obviously saw him too, with obvious surprises on their faces, and even looked at each other—this was already very impolite behavior for them.

"Oh...Marshal," Puran V stood up in a daze, "Why did you enter the palace suddenly? The guard didn't inform us to prepare a bit. Look, this is simply too rude..."

The queen followed behind to smooth things over: "But it's okay, the Marshal has worked hard for that challenge recently, and it happens that we have a happy event here today. If you have time, why don't you have fun together?"

Qin Jue closed his mouth tightly, feeling a little toothache.

"...Okay," he finally spoke after an embarrassing silence, and tried to show a friendly smile—unfortunately the effect seemed to be a failure, "I have nothing to do today, just to see the second bit."

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"Then... please sit down." Monk Zhang Er was puzzled, and made a gesture of invitation, "Why did you suddenly remember... Has something happened down there recently?"

Qin Jue coughed dryly, and said seriously: "No—Your Majesty knows that the Challenger League will start soon, and it may be difficult for us to sit together and deal with family affairs calmly, so we chose today to come here."

"Family?"

"us?"

The two majesties looked at each other in amazement again, obviously not understanding the meaning of his words at all.

"Uh, that... father, queen and mother."

Ian's voice finally came from behind Qin Jue. The little prince was dressed in a formal court attire, his golden hair was not messed up, and his two blue eyes showed a little shyness and embarrassment: "I'm back, Marshal... . . . the marshal came with me."

The emperor blinked, a little unable to digest the slightly larger amount of information in this sentence: "You all together... eh, wait a minute...?!!"

Qin Jue, whose buttocks had just touched the sofa, stood up again, a blush had never been seen on his cold handsome face, and he even dared not look into the eyes of his beloved Majesty.

The queen on one side was literally tongue-tied. She had probably never been so disrespectful in her entire life. Her eyes flicked back and forth on the faces of her son and the imperial marshal, her mouth half-opened, unable to speak.

This association is too scary!

"That's right, Your Majesty," Qin Jue said with difficulty, expressionless, "Ian and I...Your Highness, we, we have known each other for a long time."

The emperor stared at him blankly.

It was Ian who took over the important task: "Father, we didn't know each other's identity when we first got together... It was only when we were sent to the Cosmic Alliance that we talked about it. Before... before that, my mother and I I mentioned it once, and at the time I thought he was just an extremely gifted therapist."

In the end, it was the sage king who had mastered such a huge empire and had been famous since he took over the throne. The emperor managed to sort out his mentality—at least on the surface, he regained the calmness of a king of a country.

"... Sit down," he said with a feeling of exhaustion in his voice, "Ian, and... um, Marshal, why stand up and talk."

The human servants in the hall retreated with interest as early as when the two of them entered, and now the well-behaved little robots are graciously shuttling among the comfortable sofas with drinks and refreshments, serving the four masters who are seated one by one. on the service.

The queen touched her cuffs in a daze, and took a sip from a teacup with an azure print.

God... If there is no mistake, her son is with the Marshal of the Empire?That legendary man who was as cold and iron-blooded as an iceberg? !That evildoer who has bewitched countless young men and women in the Milky Way to his heart's content! ?

Ian swallowed nervously, and clasped his fingers together: "Actually, there's nothing to say, anyway, we're together now... Cough, don't you two disagree?"

Qin Jue nodded silently, waiting nervously for the emperor's reply.

Puran V: "..." This gaze is really oppressive, my lord marshal.

The shock when he first heard the news gradually subsided, and he began to realize how earth-shaking the impact this incident would have on the empire.

In order not to repeat the mistakes he made back then, the emperor has been consciously controlling the number of his heirs. The entire royal generation has only one heir, Ian. That is to say, Ian will inherit the throne [-]% in the future.

And the imperial family, the military department, and the elders' house have been separated for a long time. In fact...if this method can be used to break the deadlock, it might not be a bad thing.

He grasped a point in his son's narration just now: "You said...you didn't know each other's identity at the beginning? It's fine if the marshal doesn't know you. How could you not recognize him?"

Ian glanced at Qin Jue and explained: "He had an accident at the time. Do you still remember the therapist named Qin Luo in our team? That is Marshal... Lin Huan and the others all recognize him."

The emperor was surprised: "They already know about this?"

This time, it was Qin Jue who understood his meaning first: "They only know 'Qin Luo', they don't know that it is Weichen."

——And I won’t know for the time being. He and Ian had already discussed this issue before they came back. Although I am a little sorry for those partners, for the sake of safety, it is better not to tell them my true identity.

After all, Lin Huan still holds such an uncomfortable contract in his hand, so he must be on guard against others.

Puran V breathed a sigh of relief, and the lines on his face softened a lot: "That's good, the identity of the Marshal is very important, no matter what accident happened at that time, the less people who know about it, the better .”

He had no intention of prying into what happened in the past—as a politician who only pays attention to the result, the result is undoubtedly very favorable to him now, so it is best not to delve into the process that may cause unpleasantness.

The emperor suddenly laughed, and put his hand on his marshal's shoulder very affectionately: "This is really... the fate is so wonderful!"