Your white moonlight is so beautiful

Autumn is high and crisp, and the maple leaves of Emperor Capital Star are turning red early.

The suspension sports car drove out of the outskirts, entered the Iman Palace in the royal garden, and drove straight in, all the way unimpeded. All the security systems were activated as soon as they recognized that it was Duke Ellis' car.

His Majesty the King is in his prime of life and likes to hunt. Most of the palaces are built near the forest paddocks.

The Noah Empire is now facing external and internal troubles, and all parties are watching. The king is not in the palace to deal with military and government affairs at this time, but runs to the suburbs to enjoy the maple leaves.

Accompanied by a group of scholars, Jiang Yi saw that they were all bachelors from the Imperial Academy of Social Sciences.

His Majesty the King was not surprised to see Duke Ellis, but said indifferently: "I will be caught by my uncle if I hide here."

Jiang Yi smiled and said, "I'm not here to report the military situation, I'm here to play chess with His Majesty."

The emperor was amused when he heard it, "Okay."

He ordered the attendant to put the chessboard on the table.

The autumn scenery of Iman Mountain is excellent, with high mountains and flowing water, and red leaves everywhere.

The king was traveling in a mighty way. Jiang Yi looked around and found that there was a high-end equipment on the table, which was incompatible with the tranquility of this mountain.

He picked up a sunspot and said with a smile: "It seems that His Majesty can't calm down even when viewing leaves."

The war was stalemate, and the king had to be concerned about the space abduction incident all the time recently, and what made him think about it when he ran into the mountains could only be one thing.

The Duke ordered his attendants to turn on the screen and connect to the live broadcast room of the Star Network, but the king did not stop——

"Mr. Mu! Mr. Mu, look here!"

"Mr. Mu, is it convenient for you to say a few words now?!"

"Did Mr. Cheng receive any gifts from netizens?"

"There was a Mr. Orc who was not there, what happened?"

"Luo An! Cute An An, come, look here, and take a picture!"

"...Can they understand Interstellar Common Language? Translate! Hey, I'm translating?! Don't squeeze!"

The army separated the frenzied reporters, and the spotlight was still too bright for people to open their eyes. Luo An hid in his hat and refused to show his head no matter what.

The scene was chaotic, and the army could barely stop these dedicated reporters in just a short distance of more than ten meters.

One has already entered just now, but it is obvious that the orcs in this car are more concerned.

The saber-toothed tiger who blocked bullets for humans, the ferret who is so cute that girls are full of hearts, and the human-dragon mixed-race boy-the dragon race and human beings have the deepest hatred, can this time really become a new beginning of interstellar diplomacy?

The Marquis of Nolan has become too popular on StarNet recently, and Shi Han needs to avoid taboos when registering his name.

Even if it was him who died.

Shi Han changed to his mother's "Mu" surname, which can be regarded as muddling through.

Seeing that the orcs were about to enter the venue, a reporter suddenly shouted loudly: "Mr. Mu, the Dragon Clan announced that you will be expelled from the dragon membership. What do you think about this!"

The scene suddenly fell silent, and even the spotlight flickered a few beats behind.

The man shouted again: "Please answer! Mr. Mu!"

Everyone present knows that the imperial government held a commendation meeting today, and this kind of issue involving racial conflicts was eliminated in the preliminary screening.

After all, these orcs have never been in touch with politics, so how can they cope with the guided questions of the reporters.

Sure enough, as soon as the words were spoken, Shi Han stopped in his tracks.

Cheng Su, who didn't know where he was going, also stopped the wheelchair - the saber-toothed tiger brother who could run and jump, heard that the scene was crowded with people, and suddenly became weak and unable to take care of himself.

The doctor gave him a wheelchair that can be controlled automatically.

The young man looked at the reporter, the sun was shining brightly, and falling into his azure blue eyes was like flecks of gold falling on the surface of a lake, so beautiful that it took one's breath away.

He calmly said, "Where were the dragons when I was dragged five kilometers through the ribs by poachers?"

Many people at the scene gasped.

The whole body of the young man is full of wildness, only the eyes can be called "beautiful", laying a layer of soft blue on the deep outline and the radian of the corners of the lips.

These words remind people that he is still a juvenile dragon.

It is not something a young man can decide on his own to fall from the living star to the territory of the empire.He will stand here today, whether it is a poacher or a dragon tribe, there is an unshirkable responsibility.

Some time ago, it was circulated on the star network that a documentary about poaching was shot by animal protectionists—of course, it was not the dragons that were recorded, but the mermaids.

Every livable planet has a sea, and there may be a mermaid in every deep sea.

Not only do they not take the initiative to attack, but they often help people in shipwreck.

But poachers take advantage of the mermaid's habit to catch them and sell them to nobles as pets.

This beautiful creature was injected with a degradative liquid by the animal dealer. This drug harmed the merman from the body to the heart-the intelligence regressed to the level of a human three-year-old child, and the throat could no longer make any sound.

They were imprisoned in glass water tanks and deprived of freedom until they died.

And all this is just to satisfy the selfish desires of the nobles.

The reporter wanted to say something, but Shi Han entered the building under the escort of the military, leaving the people on the lawn looking at each other.

The barrage on the Internet has gone crazy:

[Full head full of hair]: Are you so rigid?As soon as they came up, they each played [-] boards.

[Tool man working hard to make money]: He looks better than the one who went in just now...

[My Buddha does not overcome poverty]: I always feel that this temperament seems familiar.

[Listening to what you say is like listening to what you say]: The leader of the dragon clan knows how he will feel.

[Let the sky know that the sky doesn't know anything]: Didn't see my dear Diao Diao!

[Awada chews melon]: I remember when you said that, where is my pigeon?Can pigeons be released on this occasion?

……

Inside the Iman Palace.

Jiang Yi looked at the picture projected in the air calmly.

The rule of the game is that white pieces go first and black pieces go second, which symbolizes the beginning of the day and the end of the night.

The pawn in the king's hand has not fallen for a long time.

"What is His Majesty thinking?"

Oliveira IV stroked the white jade chess piece in his hand, and whispered: "I was wondering whether it is right or wrong to establish diplomacy with orcs for the sake of mine veins."

Duke Ellis understands His Majesty's character very well, "The orc tribe is divided into separate regimes, and the tribes have not yet formed a stable relationship. There is nothing right or wrong to win over peaceful tribes to enhance our soft power in the interstellar world."

"But they are orcs," said the king. "My father, grandfather, and even my ancestors regarded them as aliens."

"Mrs. Chermain came to see you?" the Duke asked without answering.

Mrs. Cherman was the mother of He Linwan and the aunt of King Oliveira IV.

His Majesty the King tightened his mouth and did not speak.

Recently, the case table is full of nobles' performances, and there are endless approvals. Oliveira IV's move to win over the orcs has been protested and opposed by most of the nobles.

There were many important ministers and admonishers who expressed their views fiercely, and some even used the fact that the king himself was hunting orcs in the paddock to criticize his current decision.

Jiang Yi sighed slightly.

The interstellar world is generally peaceful. Now the king does not have to go through the period of war like his ancestors, and he has capable ministers and soldiers to assist him. He likes to express his opinions on big and small matters.

His Majesty has been like this since he was a child, indecisive and easy to waver.

"What does Your Majesty mean?"

The chess pieces in the king's hands were all heated up before they fell onto the chessboard, making a crisp "pop" sound:

"If you have something, you have to give it up. The rights of orcs cannot be equal to those of humans."

When the king said these words, the wards in Capulo Hospital were so silent that only the hum of machines was left.

The needle as small as a hair pierced the delicate skin, and the cold liquid was injected from the side of the neck, and the sleeping silver-haired beauty was unconscious.

When the chip in the syringe was getting closer and closer to the blue blood vessel along the buffer——

The doctor's hand was suddenly held tightly.

There was no one in the ward, and the plain white hand seemed to just pop out of the air, causing the doctor to overturn the syringe in surprise.

Nan Ruoyu opened her eyes, her golden pupils and phoenix eyes were cold and sharp.

"What is this...?" he asked hoarsely.

**

The teenager didn't care about the heated discussion on the Xingwang platform.

The Marquis of Nolan is equivalent to the regent of Sri Lanka. When will it be his turn to be expelled from his hometown by an alien upstart.

After entering the building, Shi Han snorted sarcastically.

Under the guidance of the guide, several orcs went straight to the backstage of the venue, and as soon as they entered, they saw a gorgeously dressed young man standing by the corridor door.

Blonde hair, blue eyes, fair skin.

Wearing a tuxedo that would only be worn on formal occasions, with a jeweled brooch on his chest, and exquisite cufflinks on his cuffs, he looked very noble.

Luo An had never seen such a grand attire, and his black eyeballs were shining brightly, "Zhi——Daddy is in good health!"

The other party was chatting with an official, and when he glanced out of the corner of his eye, he also saw them.

Shi Han and Cheng Su both dressed casually, and Cheng Su in the convalescence period dressed loosely, covering the whole body was not conducive to the recovery of the wound.

Shi Han read the word "dislike" from the other person's expression, and when his green eyes saw Cheng Su, he let out a cold snort: "What?"

Cheng Su keenly sensed the other party's hostility and was a little embarrassed.

Shi Han casually touched the pricked ears of the ferret, and asked, "Who is prettier, he or Ruoyu?"

The little ferret said crisply without even thinking about it: "Of course Yuyu is beautiful!" White-haired yyds!

The orc language is intercommunicative, no matter what race they are, they are born to understand each other's speech.

The young man was stunned at the time, and then his face darkened.

Shi Han smiled and said, "Hey, go back and ask Ruoyu to buy you a princess dress to wear."

Luo An didn't know what a princess dress was, but it didn't stop her from "yes" excitedly.

So Nan Ruoyu inexplicably owed a debt without knowing it.

The commendation meeting is about to be held, and it will be broadcast live throughout the galaxy. The backstage staff are as busy as they are on hot wheels.

Shihan heard the staff shouting:

"Are the wireless microphone and radio system ready?"

"Security, security, check the situation again, all reporters must be seated, and no one can stand up."

"The network department will increase the speed by 5%, and the technology does not support it? Please, what is the use of IT!"

"When the meeting officially starts, there will be a large number of netizens pouring into the live broadcast room. The server cannot crash! Did you hear that!"

His ears were no longer filled with gunshots and cannon fires, and Shi Han was very familiar with the scene at this time—every time he attended a press conference in the past, the sound of the backstage was similar to this.

At this time, a subordinate explained to him embarrassingly: "I'm sorry, young master. Everyone is quite nervous, and the volume can't be controlled."

Shi Han looked dismissive, and even laughed a few words, but he was thinking in his heart: nonsense, do you think I'm not nervous.

Facing the news media, using a wrong word can trigger unpredictable public opinion consequences.

But once again, when Shihan was standing in the backstage of the venue, his heart was unprecedentedly peaceful.

He knows what he is going to do.

A successful person needs to have many advantages at the same time, such as the right time, the right place, and the harmony of people, all of which are indispensable.

Jiang Chengzhou was undoubtedly successful.In Shihan's view, every step of the hero's footsteps can be called "precise":

Sri Lanka is just a small galaxy, and the hero can shine in the interstellar world, borrowing a strong east wind at the first step.

— Race War.

In the original plot line, the inconspicuous war on the Cambrian star caused the top management of the Noah Empire to be overwhelmed half a month later.

The king's attitude was vacillating, and he changed his order day and night. It took another half a year until the war was over before he decided to unite with other orc races to develop interstellar diplomacy.

In the past six months, the empire, which was strong on the outside and capable on the inside, once again exposed its core that had been rotten.

Immediately afterwards, the storm came quickly.

It was at this juncture that Jiang Chengzhou stood up.

As a man of mixed race, he has already established a firm foothold in Sri Lanka, and the little emperor personally came forward as a guarantee, so his political background is too clean.

Jiang Chengzhou soon became the vane of the empire's friendliness to foreigners.

What Shi Han wanted to borrow was the east wind that originally belonged to Jiang Chengzhou.

Everyone didn't know that the nobleman who had been heatedly discussed would soon appear in front of the world with another identity.

The cluster of weak fireflies that should have been extinguished, after a long and severe winter and a long night across the sea of ​​stars, took advantage of a gust of wind to burn again in this world.

He heard the host say in an enthusiastic voice at the venue from a door away: "Welcome the new citizens of our empire."

The door in front of Shi Han opened.