Marshal is always tired [Interstellar]

Dinner was over quickly—even an informal occasion would look awkward when a person refused to move his chopsticks and had no interest in pretending.

However, Her Majesty the Queen did not show anything. She still bid farewell to Qin Jue warmly and gracefully, and personally sent him to the leap passage leading to the entrance of the palace.

There is no way, although I still want to take a stroll in the palace, but I can only leave quickly through the passage.

However, the dialogue between the queen and the prince is far from over.

"Ian, after today's meeting, what do you think of Qin Jue?"

Ian followed his mother respectfully, thought for a while and replied, "The Marshal is not the same as the one in the rumors."

The queen sighed: "That's why we didn't want you to get in touch with him before. Qin Jue is a person who always makes people feel good about him." She looked deeply at the child she was so proud of, " And your affection for him before was already too strong."

Ian lowered his head: "I understand, Queen Mother."

The queen put her hand on his shoulder pointingly: "Do you understand?"

"Yes," Ian stopped, "The royal family, the military headquarters, and the presbytery have all been repaired. I can be regarded as the most well-rounded one among the three forces. My status is suitable for a little contact with the marshal, but not for getting close."

The queen looked a little surprised.

Ian smiled wryly: "Don't worry, Father and the others advocate that our generation should repair each other, but they will not turn us into ignorant and mediocre people. I... I worship the Marshal, and this is actually no big deal. There are many people in the empire who worship him, not to mention, I am still his descendant."

He has grown taller than his own queen mother, and after not seeing him for a few years, he already looks like an adult.

"I just have ordinary admiration for the marshal, and I won't do anything that is not in line with royal etiquette." Ian suddenly remembered another thing when he said this, he mustered up his courage, and his face turned red, " Mother, I have something to tell you."

"Oh?" The queen smiled and rolled her eyes, and took his arm affectionately, "Look at this, could it be...?"

Ian bit his lower lip and smiled a little shyly: "My... my son is pursuing someone right now."

"Which family is the girl from?" The queen's eyes lit up. She has always been a very gentle mother, and she always hoped that her children could have the happiest life.

Ian had never let her down. Growing up, he had always been conscious of his actions.

The little prince blushed even more: "No...not a girl..."

The queen covered her lips and smiled: "I didn't expect that. Does Ian like boys? Why didn't you tell us before? Boys are also good. If the gender is the same, it is easier to connect with each other and move forward side by side. Hmm... yes Which family's son?"

"No," Ian coughed, "My queen...don't be angry, I...the person I like has a special identity."

The queen was stunned: "What do you mean?" She thought for a while, "Is it a child from a commoner family... If the talent is high enough, it is not impossible, but you may face some unexpected difficulties."

She stood on tiptoe and gently touched her child's brilliant blond hair: "It's better not... But in this kind of matter, you can handle it yourself, your father and I are not so unreasonable, as long as you can bear it yourself If we are prepared for responsibility, we will not blame too much."

Ian smiled: "It's not as serious as you think, he... he's very good, he's quite strong, and he's definitely loyal to the empire."

The queen blinked: "That's good, then how special is his identity?"

Ian choked suddenly, he found this special a bit difficult to say.

...What, I don't even know her identity, and I haven't even won a chance to date, how can I tell my mother about this kind of thing...

"Uh...this..."

The queen laughed clearly: "What's the matter, you don't want to talk about it?"

Ian said embarrassedly: "Actually...it's nothing..." He considered his own words, "It's just that there are still some things that cannot be determined. I just report to you today, and I will talk about it later when it is settled."

The queen raised her eyebrows: "Okay, okay, anyway, this is your own business. If you have a sense of proportion in your heart, it is better than anything else."

Ian nodded: "Well, don't worry, I will definitely not make things difficult for you and Father."

The two people here finally reached a consensus, but in the Marshal's Mansion on the other side, Qin Jue didn't have so many ideas.

He was happily finishing the supper that Rand had prepared for him, and his beautiful phoenix eyes narrowed in satisfaction.

"How about it, there is no doubt over there in the palace, right?"

The marshal swallowed the food gracefully, and rinsed his mouth impatiently: "We'll talk about these things after we finish eating..." Having said that, Qin Jue still seriously recalled the scene at that time, "It should be No, I didn't talk to them much, and the queen didn't request to instruct the prince in martial arts, except for the weird dishes, I had a good time tonight."

Rand chuckled: "The royal chefs will surely cry when they hear your evaluation."

Qin Jue shrugged: "Who told them that they are not good at skills."

"It can't all be considered a matter of skill," Rand shook his head, "You have far higher requirements for cooks than for the exquisiteness of dishes. Whether it is me or my aunt, I still can't compare with those who study this way. of the master."

"Whatever," Qin Jue didn't care, "I don't affect anyone, why can't I choose the dishes I like?"

...It cannot be said that there is no influence.

Sometimes Rand still has a headache when his friends lack self-awareness. He doesn't know how much influence he has. In terms of culinary skills, many masters have vowed to cook meals that the Imperial Marshal is satisfied with. up.

This has led to a serious imbalance in the distribution of chefs between the two countries. Among other things, in terms of the comparison of top chefs, both the quality and the quantity of the empire are completely overwhelmed by the federation.

But what is frustrating is that so far, the only time everyone has seen the marshal speak in public is that the chef at that time was a federal person, and that dates back to the distant battle of Kawasawa.

That banquet also had another important meaning—it was the beginning of Qin Jue's "sentimental love affair" with the federal socialite Ye Ting.

After the banquet, the pastry chef's reputation and wealth doubled, and it didn't take long for him to become a figure sought after by the upper-class nobles.

Ah... what a beautiful misunderstanding.

In fact, it was just that the marshal was in a bad mood that day. In order to appease him, Rand shamelessly stuffed improvised cakes into his mech space. Qin Jue, who blatantly ate it at the banquet, asked for it from the waiter in order to deceive others. The plate is just a steal.

...After that, Bai Ze didn't show him a good face for a whole month, and sternly refused to return to the mech space.

However, despite all the inside stories, that dinner was an unforgettable memory of the marshal.

It's a pity that in order to avoid any unforeseen consequences, Rand never agreed to mess with him like this again, and all kinds of dinner parties became more and more boring in Qin Jue's eyes.

Literally dull.

Rand looked at the Imperial Marshal who was sitting in front of him, but kept looking at the table. He could only wave his hands in frustration: "Forget it, eat first, and I will ask you after eating."

Qin Jue reluctantly pulled his gaze back, and resolutely said: "No, you should ask first, I will solve you earlier, and I will enjoy the food without scruples later."

Rand: "..." He took a deep breath, "What did the queen say to you, and how did you respond? Did the prince show any doubts about your actions? Did you follow my script? play?"

Qin Jue sat obediently, with two long legs that had no place to rest, simply bent up and coiled up on the sofa, propping his knees on his elbows, and resting his chin with his hands.

Like a well-behaved student, he answered every question earnestly: "The queen told me that the prince admires me very much, told me about the prince's general situation in the academy, and invited me to go to the palace to taste this year's new scented tea when I have time. Oh, by the way, she also said at the end that the prince and his gang will join the army in the future, please take care of me."

"I didn't say much, just echoed her with those diplomatic rhetoric..."

"Ian probably didn't notice anything. He was very excited at first, and although he calmed down later, he was still very excited."

"As for your setting, of course I have followed it carefully. We have been doing this for so many years. Do you still have no confidence in my acting skills?"

Rand looked at him worriedly: "I just don't have confidence in your EQ."

Qin Jue smiled nonchalantly: "If I pass that thing, why do I need your script?"

Oh, that's right.

Thinking about it made me feel bad. Rand decided not to remind his little ancestor how the queen tested his attitude several times. Anyway, the marshal has always been like this—seemingly he didn't understand anything, but he always gave a powerful counterattack afterwards. .

This was originally the job of myself and my staff.

Qin Jue yawned, his dark pupils were quickly covered with a thin layer of water vapor, and even the corners of his upturned eyes were a little red: "Okay, today I have to deal with the elders' house and the palace one after another. Very sleepy now."

His head slipped from between the two hands holding his chin, and his palms rested on his cheeks, so the lower half of his face naturally pouted, coupled with the wet eyes, he looked cute and a little pitiful.

Rand covered his chest and looked at him with a cold face, but he still couldn't bear the visual shock.

"Eat, eat, eat," he haggardly compromised, "After eating, I feel like I need to wash up and rest. I still have a lot of work to do tomorrow."

Qin Jue's eyes lit up, he pulled over the dining table and prepared to continue.

However, the adjutant continued to order with a stern face: "Don't eat too much before going to bed, or you will drink nutritional supplements by yourself tomorrow... Also, you are not allowed to surf the Internet, and you are not allowed to cut your hair, otherwise you will drink nutritional supplements by yourself for the next month."

Qin Jue: qaq

"It's useless," the Great Demon Lord Rand ruthlessly turned his back to resist the wave of puppyeyes, and said firmly, "It's all for your body, Marshal, don't act like a kid who is cheating."

Seeing that the struggle was hopeless, Qin Jue gave up struggling, picked out his favorite from the rich dishes with a heartbroken face, and returned the rest to the mechanical kitchen steward.

There is no way, if they are still placed here, they will definitely not be able to bear it!

In the end, why does energy stability need hair to maintain such a ridiculous thing!More importantly, my original hair was not so long at all!

Thinking of the surprised (jing) and surprised (yan) eyes of the acquaintances who went out today, Qin Jue was deeply depressed.

In particular, this really affects eating!