glory [rebirth]

far away.

A man put down his binoculars, and most of his figure was hidden behind a dark window sill. He was wearing a black mask and couldn't see his face clearly, only a pair of dark brown eyeballs were exposed.

"You may not be able to see it?" Jason struck a match and lit the cigarette in his mouth.

The faint smoke blurred his face, the man took out the cigarette case from Jason's pocket, lit one for himself, and did not answer.

"It's fine if you can't see it." Jason exhaled and smiled.

The man remained silent.

After a while, Jason took out the communicator and checked today's news for a while, the latest news of yesterday's terrorist attack was overwhelming, and he asked again: "Lyle?"

"Can you fucking shut up?" Lyle asked impatiently.

"Fuck..." Jason cursed with a smile, "What's the matter, are you very disappointed that Mu Qingtong's child didn't fall?"

Lyle gave him a cold look.

"Or do you feel distressed?" Jason continued to ask, "Oh, he is with the crown prince now, and you can't show up..."

"..."

Jason slowly entered a series of numbers and said, "Time is almost enough. There are so many reporters below the hospital. Should I make this call?"

Then Jason answered the call by himself and pressed the dial button: "See, you don't know how to make calls now."

The call was quickly connected, and Jason said, "Excuse me, is it the national TV station? Ah... hello, I have a clue about the attack last night. I don't know if you need it..."

Lyle stared at Jason's face, and the room was silent.

A few seconds later, Jason covered the microphone and whispered to Lyle, "How much do we charge? 2000 yuan...no, how about 5000 yuan?"

Lyle didn't bother to talk to him, so he simply walked aside.

"Six thousand?" Jason raised his voice a little, but he saw that Lyle was not cooperating with him, so he moved his hand away for fun, and said to the microphone, "No pay, yes, this number is also a one-time use ... I dare not ask for payment because I am afraid of finding out my bank account."

Jason paused and continued to explain: "Well... I can't say the source of the news, but I can guarantee that my news is [-]% true. I just want to restore the truth, yes... the person who was injured yesterday was a Pregnant husband, he is a freshman student in Class A of Tukas Military Academy, and he came to Yar City as an exchange student... Yes, it is Tukas Military Academy, it is their school, and it is Class A..."

It seemed that the person on the other end of the phone became extremely excited after hearing the news. Lyle could hear buzzing voices coming from the receiver from a long distance away, but Jason was not in a hurry and waited for the person to finish speaking. .

Then Jason slowly said: "The father of the child? That person's roommate is said to be His Royal Highness the Crown Prince... Yes, he is also the father of the child. This news is guaranteed to be [-]% true. This is why the Royal Guard has been guarding the hospital. Why does the Ministry of Intelligence keep evading the most important and blocking the news... Well, yes, the Crown Prince is currently in the Third Hospital..."

The other party continued to ask for details, but Jason said, "That's all I can say."

Then hung up the phone.

"Can they believe you?" Lyle sneered.

"You have to know that they are in the news. As long as there is a little gimmick, they can write a long report, regardless of whether it is true... Besides, it is a scandal about the royal family. It may not take long for this news to be blocked, but once this kind of information is spread Going out, the crown prince can't stop everyone's mouths... Now, it depends on whether they dare to publish this report, and if they do..."

Lyall exhaled the last puff of smoke and stifled the cigarette in his hand.

"The rest is up to you." Jason patted him on the shoulder.

Third Hospital.

After Damian's wound was treated, he was pushed out of the operating room. Schwartz rushed forward with swollen eyes and asked nervously, "Doctor, how is he?"

The doctor nodded and told him that Damian would wake up after resting. The important organs on his body were not affected, but the trauma was more serious, and the thigh injury would require skin grafting after a while.

This result was already very lucky. Although he had guessed this result long ago, he was really relieved after receiving the doctor's reply.

"Thank you doctor..." Schwartz sniffed and spoke in a low voice, "Then can I go to see him in the ward?"

"can."

The doctor had just finished suturing blood vessels and had other things to do, so he said hello and left the door of the operating room.

Apart from the people on duty in the corridor, there were only Schwartz and Irmo. Schwartz felt a little embarrassed when he thought that he lost his composure just now, so he tapped the ground with his toe.

Ermo smiled and said, "It's okay, I'm going back to the intelligence department first, and there are a lot of things waiting for me to report. The information Damian got is very important, and I have to deal with it."

"Ah?" Schwartz raised his head abruptly, and grabbed Yi Ermo's clothes corner, "The chicken feathers are in the monitoring room."

Elmo: "?"

Schwartz: "He, he has been waiting for you for a long time, and he misses you very much."

Irmo: "..."

Ermo couldn't laugh or cry and said, "Okay, I'll go and see him first."

Damian was assigned to an ordinary single ward, and Schwartz followed him all the way. There were people from the operation team guarding the door, and he was let in after showing his work ID.

The ward was well lit, the sun shone in, and the whole room looked warm. Damie was lying quietly on the bed, and Schwartz walked over tiptoely, so as not to wake him up.

Damian's face was unshaven, with abrasions on it, a piece of gauze was pasted on his cheekbone, and his arm was bandaged and placed outside for infusion.The hospital gown was unbuttoned, and the tattoo on his neck was very eye-catching, forming a very strong contrast with his white skin.

Damian has not spoken to him for a long time. During the period of losing contact, Schwartz dug out the inbox and read the messages Damian sent him many times. The second is a very abrupt confession.And the last message was the one where he told Mu Qingtong that Damian was playing a hooligan. If you count the time, it should be just before he went undercover.

He couldn't guess Damian's mood when he sent him this message. Damian told him that he was given extra points because of his military rank, so he was admitted to Class A.

When he was in the Black Swan Legion, he was also performing this kind of mission that almost never returned.

It is said that before leaving, everyone has to write a suicide note.

After Schwartz thought of this, his throat began to block again, his eyes were covered with mist, and his vision was blurred.He covered his mouth, suppressing the urge to cry, but the tears flowed down again.

He wiped his face with his hands indiscriminately, not wanting to leave any traces of crying, but he couldn't stop his emotions from continuing to erupt in this short period of time.

Damian has been falling asleep, and Irmer told him that he may sleep for a long time, because during this period, especially the last two weeks, he did not get a good rest, and then he experienced a big explosion, overdraft The remaining physical strength.

Schwartz moved a chair from the side, gently placed it beside Damian's bed, then sat down, took Damian's hand that was not infused, leaned down slowly, and put his face against the on his forearm.

Damian is much thinner than before, because of excessive blood loss, his blood pressure is low, and his blood vessels are not as obvious as before.Schwartz stayed close to him for a long time before he felt the rhythm of blood rushing under his skin.

The hair on his forearm scratched Schwartz a little itchy, but the latter didn't care, and kept sticking to him stubbornly, slowly stopping his tears.

The temperature of his skin is still the same as before, which reminds Schwartz of how Damian touched his face before, and although the behavior seems to him to be too fast, it is very reassuring.

Damian is still alive.

Schwartz was afraid that the weight of his head would make Damian's blood flow difficult, so he stepped back a little, leaned his head against the bed, only gently held his wrist, and then closed his eyes to rest, Waiting for Damian to wake up.

Inpatient Department of the Third Hospital, third floor.

The guards on duty at the door suddenly heard the crown prince's extremely angry reprimand from the ward, and vaguely heard the words "no room for negotiation".

After a while, the crown prince opened the door with a livid face, and then slammed it shut, making an earth-shattering noise, which shook the door frame and the glass on the window to squeak.

The guards didn't know why the crown prince suddenly became so angry. He always valued Mu Qingtong, and even arranged three planes to ensure his safety.

The crown prince walked forward quickly with a dark face, and suddenly reached the elevator. Two members of the guard quickly followed up and followed him downstairs.

After Jiang Yao came out, he didn't calm down for a long time. His chest heaved violently. He took a deep breath and rubbed the center of his eyebrows.

"Ding——" the elevator reached the first floor and made a beep, and Jiang Yao walked out.

Seeing him coming out of the elevator, the Deputy Minister of Intelligence trotted to his side.

The media was stopped outside the 100-meter cordon outside the gate. Jiang Yao looked at it coldly for a while through the glass wall, and said to the deputy minister next to him: "Didn't you say that the media is prohibited from participating in this matter?"

The deputy minister showed embarrassment, lowered his voice and said to Jiang Yao: "Something happened."

Jiang Yao frowned and said, "What's the matter?"

The deputy minister hesitated, seemingly hesitant to speak.

Jiang Yao's brows frowned even deeper.

The deputy minister took another look outside and said, "Someone revealed to the media that you are the father of the fetus in Mu Qingtong's womb."

Jiang Yao: "..."

Jiang Yao paused for a while, then asked in a deep voice, "Did a reporter ask?"

The deputy minister shook his head: "No, the person in charge of the national TV station suppressed the news and could not report this matter. But the news was not concealed, and some well-informed people got wind of it. So I guess, even big The media dare not expose it, and it won’t be long before such news appears on the Internet, so you have to be prepared.”

Jiang Yao: "..."

There are not many people who are clear about the matter between him and Mu Qingtong, and even fewer people have the guts to expose it to the media and cause scandal and chaos in the royal family.

Jiang Yao knew who did it. When this incident happened, he had a faint premonition, but he still had a little luck—Herman would not do anything that would damage the majesty of the royal family. After all, Herman The ultimate goal is to seize his body and use his identity as emperor.

But he was wrong.

Just as he was thinking about his coping strategy, he suddenly saw a familiar person enter the hospital gate.

Lieutenant Colonel Mario, the head of Class A of the Tokas Military Academy.

The eyes of the two collided, and Mario walked up to Jiang Yao and saluted him.

After Jiang Yao simply returned the gift, he immediately said, "What's the matter?"

Mario took out a freshly printed material from the document bag and handed it to him.

Jiang Yao took it and took a look.

"Notice of Withdrawal"

Jiang Yao: "..."

Lieutenant Colonel Mario explained: "Your Highness..."

Jiang Yao raised a hand to stop his next words, and then continued to look down.

Mu Qingtong:

According to Article 4 of Chapter [-] of the "Regulations on the Administration of Student Status of Tokas Military Academy of the United Empire of Anbar", if a student in the school becomes pregnant or has an illegal abortion during his studies, he will be expelled from the school.

……

Jiang Yao didn't read the notice, he folded it and put it in his pocket.

"Your Highness..." Mario said.

But Jiang Yao interrupted him again and said, "I will inform him of this."

"..." Mario thought for a while, but finally he didn't dare to disobey him, so he nodded, "Yes, Your Highness."

"Is this the only copy of the withdrawal notice?" Jiang Yao asked.

"Yes, Your Highness, this is the result of the school's discussion this morning." Mario replied.

Jiang Yao stared at him, and said bluntly: "Not mine?"

Mario: "..."

"I made his belly bigger." Jiang Yao put away the withdrawal notice and said aggressively, "It's impossible for you not to know this. Then you expelled his student status and kept mine. Is it fair?"

Mario looked a little embarrassed, and explained: "Your Highness, your student status cannot be expelled..."

"I violated the school rules." Jiang Yao emphasized again.

The abnormal crown prince made the deputy minister a little confused.

Lieutenant Colonel Mario seldom dealt with the crown prince. During Jiang Yao's study, the two talked no more than three times. He couldn't figure out Jiang Yao's temper, and didn't know how to answer for a while.

Jiang Yao exhaled irritably, and said to the deputy minister: "You guys have to find a way to control the media and the Internet... What about Schwartz? Ask the people in their Internet team to work harder, and I will let you know after I have dealt with it here." .”

"Yes, Your Highness."

After the deputy minister left, Mario decided on his words and explained: "Your Highness, the school leaders were notified directly by the hospital, but not everyone knows that the fetus in Mu Qingtong's womb is your child... the rules of the military school cannot Ruined, but the reputation of the royal family is more important, so we had an emergency meeting this morning...”

"So you mean, someone still knows that Mu Qingtong's child is my seed?" Jiang Yao narrowed his eyes and said sharply, "I'm curious, where did this news come from?"

Mario: "..."

Mario fell into the trap of Jiang Yao's words without knowing it. He didn't expect Jiang Yao to be so shrewd at all. His previous words were always based on the knowledge of the child's origin.

He hurriedly remedied and said: "No, Your Highness, this is what you said just now, and what I said is just speculation..."

Jiang Yao looked at him for a long while, and said in a nonchalant manner: "Okay, you go back first, and I will handle this matter."

After Jiang Yao took a few steps, he turned around and said, "Block the news, don't I need to remind you of this?"

Mario nodded.

Jiang Yao left the hospital gate without looking back.

The butler parked the car at the door, saw Jiang Yao coming out, and skillfully opened the door for him.

After getting in the car, Jiang Yao anxiously took out the withdrawal notice and read it again. The bright red stamp of Tukas Military Academy was stamped on the principal's signature.

He stared at the signature for a while, and the steward asked, "Your Highness, are you going back to the palace now?"

Jiang Yao gave a "hmm" and put the notice back in his trouser pocket.

Then he took out the communicator and edited a message.

[I'm sorry, I shouldn't lose my temper so much, you have a good rest, I will try my best to come and see you] But after finishing writing, he deleted that sentence verbatim, threw the communicator aside, and leaned against the back seat It seems that the anger just now has not been calmed down.

It's night, the Third Hospital.

Damian felt his left hand itchy in a trance, he yawned, and when he turned his head, he saw a furry head lying beside him, and those hands were still tightly clutching his wrist.

Damian raised the corner of his mouth and subconsciously wanted to touch him, but the other hand was still infused with fluid and it was inconvenient to move, so he had to give up.

Schwartz was probably tired and was not awakened by his movement, so Damian tentatively pulled his arm back.

Schwartz woke up suddenly, and blinked at Damian in a daze: "?"

Damian was amused by his blank look, and said in a still hoarse voice: "Are you awake?"

"Ah!" Schwartz exclaimed, he squeezed Damian's wrist tightly, watching him too excited to speak.

"Ouch..." Damian called out.

Schwartz quickly let go of him and asked, "Are you all right?"

"It hurts." Damian said, frowning.

"Did I pinch it?" Schwartz opened a pair of red and swollen eyes, just like a real bunny.

Damian nodded and said, "You have great strength."

Schwartz didn't believe his words a bit, but remembering Damian's injuries all over his body, he leaned over and looked at the pinched place for a while, worried: "Does it really hurt? Did you get hurt here before? Do you want to call a doctor?"

"No, no need." Damian said with a smile, "it won't hurt if you kiss."

Schwartz: "..."

Schwartz looked away and blushed a little.

Damian said, "Turn your head and let me see..."

Schwartz didn't listen to him.

Damian didn't care, he stretched out his hand to grab his finger, and rubbed it lightly with his fingertips.

For a while, neither of them spoke, and the room returned to silence.

Suddenly Schwartz moved his gaze back, pulled Damian's wrist at lightning speed, lowered his head and kissed it, and whispered, "Does it still hurt?"

Damian: "!!!"

Damian immediately took an inch and said, "It still hurts..."

Schwartz: "..."

Schwartz seemed to be struggling for a while, but he lowered his head and kissed at the position just now.

Damian didn't expect Schwartz to be so obedient at all. He swallowed and said, "Rabbit, my whole body hurts."

Schwartz: "..."

Schwartz glared at him, put down his hand, and said, "I-I'll call the nurse and give you morphine."

"Hey!" Seeing that he was a little annoyed, Damian quickly grabbed him, "Don't, don't, I'm kidding you, come back quickly."

Damian asked him to sit back in the chair, and said softly, "Come here, let me see..."

Schwartz obediently leaned over.

Damian put his hand on his face, covering most of his face with his broad palm, and asked in a low voice, "Why are your eyes so swollen?"

"..." Schwartz hesitated to speak, and paused for a few seconds before saying, "I, my eyes are inflamed..."

"Really?" Damian asked suspiciously.

"Really, really..." Schwartz obviously lacked confidence, his voice became smaller and smaller, and then he said, "Fake..."

"Pfft..." Damian couldn't help laughing, touched his swollen eye sockets distressedly, and said, "Put cold water on it, you really look like a rabbit."

"Yeah." Schwartz nodded honestly.

"I miss you so much..." Damian said looking at him.

This sentence made Schwartz's nose sore again, he sniffed hard, not knowing how to answer.

"I really want to marry you now." Damian said without thinking.

"Wait, wait until you graduate..." Schwartz said, "The military academy stipulates that cadets can't, can't get married during school."

Damian laughed again.

Schwartz looked a little embarrassed, but he let Damian touch his face and said, "Actually, I really miss you too... You haven't sent me a message for so long, and then Qingtong speculated with me Said that you were undercover... I was very worried about you, afraid that something would happen to you..."

"Your husband is so powerful, how could something happen?" Damian said with a relaxed expression, "It's just that it's not convenient to contact me during the mission. I won't do it next time."

"Does your wound hurt?" Schwartz asked worriedly.

Damian said indifferently: "It's really okay, and you don't know that I didn't hurt my nerves, bones or anything... Oh, let me tell you, the wound on my body was actually when I escaped from the inside." What the hell, the Crown Prince, I still have to trouble him. I had agreed not to launch an attack today, but before I withdrew, his missiles came down, which caught me off guard. A little hurt."

The more Damian downplayed it, the more uncomfortable Schwartz said, "I don't believe you..."

"Why am I lying to you?" Damian said, "Come a little further and close your eyes."

Schwartz: "?"

"Come here." Damian put his palm on the back of his head and pushed forward a little bit, and Schwartz leaned forward along with his strength.

Damian said, "Close your eyes."

Schwartz did as he was told.

Immediately, Schwartz felt his lips were covered by something soft. This strange touch made him blush and his heart beat, and he opened his eyes suddenly to see—it was Damian who kissed him.

He stared blankly at the person in front of him, unable to focus clearly because the distance was too close.He was completely dumbfounded, and his whole body was rigidly maintaining the posture just now.

Damian's movements were extremely gentle and meticulous, he didn't go deep, and only stayed on Schwartz's upper and lower lips.

But Schwartz seemed to forget to breathe.

Damian smiled and relaxed a little, and said, "I tell you to close your eyes..."

Schwartz couldn't respond to him at all.

"I love you," Damian said.

Then he covered Schwartz's eyes with his hands and kissed them again.

This time his kiss became domineering and possessive, he clasped Schwartz's head, pried open his teeth with his tongue, and bit his lips, as if to blend the souls of the two into each other Together.

Nothing can separate them anymore.