Dramatic self-cultivation [Quick Transmigration]

The candle flickered and went out, as if it would swallow its last breath at any moment and extinguish it.

The emperor was sitting behind a long table, holding a heavy book in his hand, wearing a pair of thin-rimmed glasses on the bridge of his nose, and a silver chain hanging from a curved arc, casting a shadow on his face.

There was a popping sound from the candle flame, the wick jumped, and the flame trembled accordingly.

The emperor turned the page, another figure came quietly beside the table, the senior servant stood beside the table, and reminded: "Your Majesty, the date of the succession is set."

Once the time for the succession ceremony is determined, preparations for the ceremony must begin, and a lot of things need to be taken care of.

Without even raising his head, the emperor suddenly asked, "What has Qin Zhun been doing recently?"

The servant lowered his head, thought for a moment, and then said: "Busy with project research, and then dealing with the internal affairs of the council."

"Really." The emperor's voice was very low, and he slowly turned the page again.

No one spoke in the room, and it seemed extremely quiet.

The servant was a little apprehensive, he couldn't figure out what the emperor was thinking, so he took the initiative to speak and shouted again: "Your Majesty?"

The emperor responded, his eyes still staying on the book, and he replied: "Let's read it again."

The servant frowned: "It's a matter of time..."

"Don't worry," the emperor said calmly, without knowing where the confidence came from, "It's for those who are capable. It's not so easy to take this position."

This tone seems to mean someone who has not yet decided on a reserve.

The servant was startled, and countless thoughts flashed through his mind at that moment.

The emperor slowly put the thick book on the table, and said softly: "The tree wants to be quiet, but the wind doesn't stop."

He is old and lacks mental strength. The empire should be guarded by new people. In any case, this handover must be done well, otherwise he will not be able to rest in peace.

Qin Zhun, who was hundreds of meters away, heard the news that there was an accident at the Rolling Stone Bar, that the Zerg had been arrested, and that M had lost contact. He was instantly enraged. He threw several glass bowls to calm down his anger.

Unprecedented fear enveloped him. Before succeeding to the throne, accidents happened frequently and everything went wrong, which made him very uneasy.

The most important thing now is to contact M. He took out the communicator and sent a cipher text to M, asking him to report his location immediately.

A few minutes, more than ten minutes passed, and the message that was sent fell into the sea, and there was no reply.

The uncontrollable restlessness was once again like weeds blown by the wind, soaring all the way.

What he didn't know was that at the moment he sent the message, a tracker a hundred miles away suddenly lit up.

Shen Xinglan slept deeply that night, but was woken up on time by the biological clock the next day.

When the door of the room was opened after washing, the aroma of food wafted into his nostrils. At the dining table, Qin Bohuai, who was dressed neatly, lowered his head and cut bread.

There are two sets of cutlery on the table, and the two cups of honey water are still steaming.

In the past, when Shen Xinglan woke up, Qin Bohuai had already left, and the number of times the two had breakfast together was very few.

Shen Xinglan froze for a moment: "Morning."

Qin Bohuai glanced at him: "Sit."

Shen Xinglan sat down opposite him, and the shredded chicken cold noodles in front of him were sprinkled with sesame sauce and green onion, which greatly increased the appetite.

He picked up the chopsticks, stirred it twice, picked up the noodles and fed them into his mouth. The cool and smooth taste mixed with the fragrance of sesame oil was very delicious.

Qin Bohuai's gaze fell on him, and he suddenly asked, "Is yesterday's injury healed?"

Shen Xinglan nodded after swallowing the food in his mouth: "It's just a small injury."

Now that the identity of the mermaid has been exposed, some things are no longer secrets.

Qin Bohuai put down the knife and fork, looked at him quietly for a while, and said for the first time: "If there is anything that needs help, you can tell me."

With all his plans, Shen Xinglan has lived in for less than half a month, and Qin Bohuai's attitude towards him has always been neither cold nor indifferent, and this is the first time he has shown kindness.

96 immediately said: "Wow! Do you know how much Qin Bohuai's words are worth!"

In the original plot line, there are not many scenes about Qin Bohuai, and even if he appears, it is only a few scenes. He always has nothing to do with himself when he encounters problems.

As the Marshal of the Empire, and also No. 1 in the interstellar S-level spiritual power, it would be difficult for many people to ask to see him. His promise is worth as much as a thousand pieces of gold.

However, Shen Xinglan was not moved at all. He thought about what to do next, and shook his head: "Not yet."

Hearing the refusal, Qin Bohuai raised his eyebrows, said a good word, and continued to eat bread with a fork.

Suddenly, the optical brain on Qin Bohuai's wrist flickered, and a call came in.

So he put down his knife and fork, didn't look at the caller ID, and clicked answer on the light screen.

While eating noodles, Shen Xinglan secretly raised his head and glanced, wondering who was calling, and happened to meet the eyes of the man opposite.

The pair of eyes were as black as night, with sharp outlines, quiet and deep, looking at him, and then at the food in his bowl.

Shen Xinglan paused for two seconds, bowed his head and continued to eat noodles, the corners of his lips were stained with sesame sauce, like a little cat.

The light screen shook a few times, and a figure jumped out. Qin Bohuai's eyes were still on the other person from the corner of his eye, and he tapped the corner of his lips.

Shen Xinglan stuck his chopsticks on the plate, watching his movements, but the interpretation failed, a little bewildered:?

That's fine, why poke yourself in the face?Acting cute?Although it is not impossible...

He blinked and gave a confused smile.

Seeing that the young man didn't understand at all, Qin Bohuai's lips curled up helplessly, and he turned his gaze back to the light screen.

It was Qin Zhun who called. Seeing the subtle smile on Qin Bohuai's face, he thought it was his own eyesight.

He stayed for a few seconds before recovering his voice: "That's right, Uncle Su came from a long way and wants to invite you to a gathering this afternoon. I wonder if uncle has any arrangements?"

There is only one Uncle Su mentioned by Qin Zhun, and that is the retired old marshal. He was a person who made great contributions to the establishment of the great cause in the empire.

After retiring, he got along well with many bad old men, went out to visit mountains and rivers from time to time, and had fixed residences on many planets, so he came to Capital Star less often.

Qin Bohuai has very few people who respect him, he is one of them, with a clean sleeve and a firm and strong frame, he was the one who created the rules and regulations of today's military department.

Of course Qin Bohuai would not refuse this invitation: "Yes."

On the light screen, Qin Zhun breathed a sigh of relief: "I'll ask the secretary to send you the time and place later."

A phone call is simple and clear, and that's it.

Qin Bohuai continued to eat breakfast.

Shen Xinglan, who listened very carefully, asked, "Are you going out this afternoon?"

Qin Bohuai hummed, unable to detect any emotion.

Shen Xinglan could recognize that person's voice just now even if it turned into ashes. He was thinking about how to get close to Qin Zhun, but he didn't expect that someone would give him a pillow when he fell asleep, which was exactly what he wanted!

His eyes lit up briefly: "Then can I, be with you?"

After the bread was almost finished, Qin Bohuai took a sip of the honey water from the cup, and when he looked up, he saw that the sauce was still in the corner of the other party's mouth.

His skin is fair, the corners of his lips are moist and bright red, and the brown sauce is particularly conspicuous. He is funny and cute, which is in line with his usual temperament.

Qin Bohuai didn't speak, but hooked his fingers at him.

Shen Xinglan understood, got up and moved closer, thinking he was about to say something.

Across the dining table, the two bent down and sat down, the halo shone in through the veil, casting a hazy light on them.

In the next moment, the wet wipe gently wiped the corners of the lips, and the warm fingertips touched the lips inadvertently like a dragonfly.

The numbness and coolness suddenly spread from the spine.

Shen Xinglan couldn't help recalling the reaction when the fish's tail was touched yesterday, his body froze and he couldn't move.

Qin Bohuai, who was very close to him, took back the wet towel, raised his lips, and said casually: "It's a family banquet in the afternoon, are you sure you want to go?"