Chapter 68 Noble and Low (2)

After returning to the empty room alone, the prince who blew all the induction lights closed the door indifferently, isolating the sound of alarms and people running outside.

The rest is out of his control. Since the Black Shark Base dared to make a special trip to poke his restricted area, this awareness must have been there long ago.

The prince first removed the wrist phone and put it on the small cabinet by the bed. After thinking about it, he put it on the windowsill farther away from him.

After doing this, Garcia sat on the bed in the dark, and his eyes landed in the void.

... He wouldn't take the initiative to contact anyone when he was out of control.

But at such a time, everything about that person emerged very clearly in his memory.

The first thing that appeared was the slender hand, and even the texture of the fingertips was clearly visible.

He's thin, his skin is thin on his phalanx, and he's always casually stroking his long hair, but it's somehow soft.

His eyes always seemed to be looking at distant places, and his expression was always somewhere between indifference and tenderness. Those eyebrows and eyes are like black and white landscapes, the mountains are the eyebrows, and the water is the eyes.

Like the fog and rain in the winter forest, like the first snowflake in the palm of your hand.

The prince suddenly lowered his chin and shook his long hair irritably. He felt an extremely restless thirst rise from his chest.

This symptom is very unreasonable.

He only knows that when people take certain addictive substances for a long time, in large quantities, and repeatedly, there will be withdrawal reactions when they stop.

But he didn't, he just...

...I was separated from Jiang Jianming for a while...that's all.

In the darkness, Garcia's fingers curled up and grabbed the quilt under him.

I want... want to see him, want to hug him...

Jiang Jianming is of an oriental race. Compared with him, his skeleton is smaller and thinner. He can easily take the disabled person into his arms and tighten it between his arms.

Then bend slightly so that you can rest your chin on the other person's shoulder, or rub against the delicate skin of the side neck.

This is a gesture of confirming ownership, which makes him feel at ease and happy, and the body enclosed in his arms will only belong to himself, and will not be branded as the evil crown prince.

If he catches up with Jiang Jianming and is in a good mood, he will allow himself to confirm like this for a long time while doing business.

"..."

The prince opened his eyes, his Adam's apple rolled, and his thirst became more and more intense.

He suddenly stood up, took off his clothes hastily, and went to the shower to take a cold shower.

There will be no end to crankiness.

It was late at night and he was going to sleep.

However, when the prince lay in the quilt, the complicated images in his mind increased instead of decreasing.

He remembered Jiang Jianming's closed eyes, the shallow snort, faded lips, and undulating chest when the disabled human was weak and lethargic...

He once leaned over and listened to his heartbeat in the middle of the night, but Jiang Jianming should not know it.

Garcia suddenly lifted the quilt, went down to the ground barefoot, and went to the windowsill to pick up the wrist phone.

Pick it up, hold it for a long time, there is no button.

He glanced back at the electronic clock, it was twelve o'clock at night.

At this time, Jiang should have fallen asleep.

I don't know if it's because of physical weakness or lack of energy, Jiang Jianming always sleeps very lightly, and sometimes he is caught in nightmares. don't know what dreamed about, but after waking up, couldn't catch breath for a long time.

Garcia's eyes sank, so he couldn't disturb the fragile sleep of the disabled at this time, and he might make that person sick.

——So, why did Jiang Jianming not hug him when he was frightened in the middle of the night?

want to hug him...

I want to imprison that person in arms, want to smell his breath, and touch his skin.

I want to listen to him tell stories in the middle of the night, even if don’t understand the knowledge; want to talk to him about the analysis of the Yin Beidou battle situation.

When the night was deeper, wanted to turn off the light and rolled him onto the soft bed, wrapped him carefully with the quilt, then intertwined fingers, rubbed ears, and fell asleep under the starlight.

"Tsk..."

Garcia groaned irritably, inserted his five fingers into his long hair, and pressed his forehead hard.

Stop, this is what and what.

How did he become like this?

On the other side of the distant Xinghai, Jiang Jianming didn't know Garcia's tossing and turning, but he wasn't having a good time either.

Originally, this time he returned to the empire, he made a very careful plan.

Since it was inferred from Jin Xiaozhi's internal last words that the truth was related to the history of the founding war, Jiang Jianming had done a good job of soaking in the Aslan Library for ten days and a half months, holding coffee every day to check materials until late at night.

But he did not expect the situation to become so complicated.

After guessing the reason why the leader let Garcia come to the empire, Jiang Jianming was so restless the next day that he couldn't even read the book, let alone check the historical data to think and analyze.

Stock up...

The former Ryan did not resist the identity of the heir to this empire.

His Royal Highness, the Crown Prince, is a precocious boy and has received the highest standard of education in the palace since childhood. When Jiang Jianming first met him, this person was already able to look at this imperial universe spanning the three-star system with the bearing of a king.

—This is his territory, his kingdom.

He will be condescending and accept the surrender of this sea of ​​stars calmly.

He will also dedicate his life to protecting his people.

But now Garcia obviously has a problem with his mentality. Jiang Jianming is not sure that he is willing to accept the position of the prince, let alone whether he is really suitable to take this position.

"..."

Inside the library, the black-haired youth shook his head and sighed, closing the heavy paper book in front of him.

Forget it, it is a bit cruel to demand more of a wild little Highness who theoretically has only three years of memory and is about three years old.

"Hey!"

There were footsteps approaching behind him, Jiang Jianming turned around and saw Kevin with a stinky face.

The teenager walked across the bookshelves in the library, and stretched out the paper bag he was carrying in his hand dully: "...here."

Jiang Jianming took it, and there was actually a cup of coffee, the taste that Luo Hai invited him to drink yesterday.

Kevin turned his face away awkwardly and said with red ears, "I misunderstood you yesterday and said something inappropriate, sorry!"

He bit his lip and paused, his ears were even more red, he clenched the corner of his shirt and whispered, "You, you are really better than me."

Jiang Jianming raised his eyebrows and smiled unexpectedly: "What's wrong?"

He scanned the quiet library in the afternoon and stood up holding the book, "When I borrow the book, let's go out and talk."

The two walked out of the main entrance of the library together. The red fruit holly was planted outside. The leaves were still thick green in this cold season, and the small red fruit was gathered among the green leaves, which was really cute.

Jiang Jianming picked out a bench and sat down, first putting away the book he was holding in his arms.

Kevin's eyes fell on the book he put in his backpack and said, "Are you reading the book of Commander Aslan?"

Kevin put his hands in his pockets and snorted: "It's a pity to be the commander of Aslan... I admit that our great emperor is indeed a hero of a generation, but what he did to the commander in the later period is really chilling."

Jiang Jianming was noncommittal.

As for the commander who accompanied the emperor from the very beginning, and assisted the emperor all the way to his enthronement, Dawn Yaslan... Historical materials have always included vague words.

It is now accepted by the public that less than a year after the founding war, the supreme military commander who was once invincible by the emperor was removed from his military power and placed under house arrest in the last star city of Wassen in the first galaxy.

Although the operation of suppressing heroes is not uncommon in the methods of emperors through the ages, it is a bit too fast, too cruel, and too heartless. Aslan was suffocated in his heart, coupled with the outbreak of old injuries and overwork during the battle, he quickly died of illness in Vasen Star City.

When the bad news came, the empire was shocked. This incident has also become a rare stain in the glorious life of the emperor, and a tragedy that most people in the empire are unwilling to look directly at.

Kevin ran over two or three red fruits that rolled under the bench with his shoes, and couldn't help humming: "The commander has fought for the emperor for many years, but in the end, he can't escape the birds and the best bows. Whether it's the royal family or the nobles, it's hard to think about it. It's full of power struggles and it's dirty."

Jiang Jianming said lightly: "Little boy, pay attention when you speak."

Kevin: "Who's a kid! I'm sixteen!"

Jiang Jianming shook his head, not intending to talk more about these mysterious histories with the children.

He took out the coffee from the paper bag and warmed his hands in his hands: "Tell me something serious, why did you suddenly send me coffee? Didn't you still call me a greedy ghost yesterday?"

"..."

The teenager scratched his hair embarrassedly, his eyes flashing, "I know now that you're not, can't I?"

Soon, Jiang Jianming learned from Kevin that the conflict between him and Brandon that day was filmed by some daring passer-by. The video was quickly spread on the Empire Intelligence Network, and it was instantly spread outside the Aslan Star City.

The person who uploaded the video obviously has a long history of resentment against the arrogant Brandon family. His face was slapped so hard, and the tragic appearance of Brandon's beating was too high-definition.

Of course, the video was quickly deleted by the Brandon family. Unexpectedly, this deletion caused a backlash from the public.

In the current situation, when the bombing was about to explode at one point, there were civilians directly on East Street who started a parade, denouncing the Brandon family's bullying and mischief.

Jiang Jianming thought it was a little funny. He obviously beat Brandon, but he looked like a victim instead.

In this regard, Kevin is righteous: "Of course it is because you are very weak and can be bullied at first glance."

His legs swayed on the bench, he couldn't help but nag, and pointed at Jiang Jianming: "Look at you, you are a crippled human being and powerless, yet dare to step on the face of the noble young master. Come on. Everyone is afraid that you will be sapped by the Brandon family one day, but no, create some momentum and make those aristocratic assholes a little afraid."

"..."

Jiang Jianming thought to himself, this little guy is familiar enough.

He suddenly regained a bit of the pleasure of teasing classmate Li Youfang when Yin Beidou was an officer in the adaptation period.

So he hooked his lips maliciously: "Really, but what if... I am actually from the noble side?"

"If I teach Brandon a lesson, just because he offends me without his eyesight?"

Sure enough, Kevin showed a blank expression.

Jiang Jianming told him seriously: "For example, today, next, I'm going to the dinner party at Lance's house."

"With such a big oolong, those demonstrators on East Street may feel ashamed. It's so pitiful. I sympathize with them."

Kevin: "???"

beep-

Coincidentally, when Jiang Jianming finished saying this sentence, Jiang Jianming heard the wrist phone ring. He looked down, eyebrows suddenly raised.

"Look, a noble Your Excellency has come to me."

Jiang Jianming stood up and raised his wrist to Kevin, who was completely stunned there, with a leisurely tone.

"It's really a very noble person who can't even be seen by outsiders, so I'm going to avoid it now, I'm really sorry."

He deliberately took the coffee the boy bought him into his arms, waved his hand away, and left Kevin alone in a mess, looking like he couldn't figure out what was true or false.

Jiang Jianming didn't pay any more attention to the children behind him. The wrist phone kept urging him. He turned to an unoccupied corner and picked up the call.

"Little Highness?"

The projection flickered, and a dim object was reflected on the opposite side.

"?"

Jiang Jianming frowned and watched for a few seconds before realizing that it was the unlit bedroom in the starship, the familiar bed, and a bunch of quilts mixed together.

Scanning his eyes more carefully, he saw the strands of hair snaking between the quilts, as well as the arms that were slumped on the bed, weakly holding the wristwatch.

"..."

Jiang Jianming fell into a deep silence.

After a few seconds, he said, "Your Highness, please come out."

The ball of quilt first bulged, and then crashed down. It was Garcia who sat up slowly, expressionless and sullen.

The curly hair was messed up by him, and it hung down on his neck and shoulders, like a stream of platinum flowing in the snow.

Jiang Jianming: "...Your Highness, maybe you can explain what happened to yourself?"

When he said this, he couldn't help but smile bitterly in his heart.

Ordinary people are decadent, that's called decadence.

However, with such deep and beautiful facial features as Garcia, he was once praised by the empire as the appearance of the son of the gods... The decadent appearance on him became decadent beauty, but instead showed a cold aura of non-living body.

In more popular terms, this is called being too beautiful to be alive.

Garcia didn't speak, just stared at him, as if just staring at him like this, he could absorb the rain that relieves his thirst.

Until Jiang Jianming's level of concentration will be stared at by him, "His Royal Highness?"

The prince pursed his lips and said hoarsely: "...You have left me for too long, it's not good for you."

"?"

Jiang Jianming: "Are you trying to say that you have a fever? Please take medicine before you completely burn out your brain."

Garcia closed his eyes, his eyebrows were deeply locked, he seemed to sigh, and he seemed to back away from something.

He said in an almost untraceable voice: "...I miss you a little, Jiang."

In the darkness, His Highness's voice was a little sticky, which resulted in a low and cold tone, but it sounded like she was acting like a spoiled child: "Tell me where you are."

"I'll find you, okay?"