Chapter 118:

The black military boots stepped on the shiny wooden floor and made loud footsteps. The old man's pace in the hall was as steady and powerful as ever. His back was straight, like a green pine standing on a snowy mountain. His hair was very short. Although he was older, he was still very dense. It was grayish black like iron, and his hair was very stiff, just like his angular and fortitude face. He has short stubble on his lips, and is also gray-black.
Although there are wrinkles on the old man's face, perhaps because his face is too rigid, the wrinkles are not deep. Not only does the old man not show a little oldness, but it also reflects his serious look. His eyes were bright and energetic, and there seemed to be a small flame in the depths of his pupils.
He was wearing a black imperial military uniform, but the military uniform on his body was unique. Instead of the bright silver and silver buttons on his shirt, the jacket looked darker and darker. The navy blue cloak was behind him. Because it was thick, he did not fly when he walked, but moved slightly behind him at his pace.
He walked to a door, and the old attendant at the door looked at him, bending down slightly to salute. The old marshal did not take the salute of the other party for granted, but also bowed his head slightly, and returned to the other party. After all, both of them have known each other for a long time.
He looked at the other person's gray hair, and suddenly he was a little bit surprised. He remembered that when the two first met, they were still young youths. At that time, he was only a small ensign, but was fortunate to be selected by the emperor as a child Your Majesty accompanies the reader. At that time, the other party was just a humble young attendant behind the emperor. It was a long time before he knew what the surname of the humble servant was in the royal family.
After that, the two of them stayed with her child who was then the child, guarding him according to the orders of the emperor, watching him grow up, watching him become an heir better than anyone else, watching young The prince shines.
Later, the emperor died, and the young prince succeeded. He watched His Majesty grow up slowly. The infinite future seemed to be in front of them. They followed behind him and were about to embark on the journey of endless stars.
Suddenly, a serious illness took the emperor's health. He watched his majestic young Majesty become a little silent and dim, like that serious illness took away not only health but also his ambition. The emperor, who had radically reformed and overpowered the noble warlord, changed his personality overnight, lost all the light, completely abandoned himself, and began to indulge in fun.
Subsequently, the Wang Nv was born. He looked at His Majesty as if he had given up everything and pushed the Wang Nv to the front, but he shrunk into the shadow, making him almost invisible.
In this way, he watched His Majesty's decadence and silence go on and on. He desperately wanted to do something. He worked hard to win His Majesty's victory after war, and his merits grew larger and greater. A little second lieutenant stepped into the position of marshal, everyone was admiring him, that he should be satisfied when he was successful-no, he was not happy, he was not satisfied, if he could not complete his previous emperor's body The former vow, guarding His Majesty who he is loyal to, and cheering up His Majesty, what good is he even if he becomes the Marshal of the Empire?
Over the years, he has looked for the old attendant countless times, trying to persuade His Majesty with him, but was rejected again and again. In a fury, he completely broke off with the old attendant, but he was still helpless about his exile and indulging himself in fun. Over the years, he has become old, and His Majesty is getting old. He thought that this matter might become a thorn in his heart forever.
Until that day-when he heard that His Majesty was about to give control of Emperor Star to the black general who had betrayed the royal family, he broke into His Majesty's palace carelessly.
He admired the young man, and once thought that as long as the prince and the young general could become partners, the royal family would have an extra bargaining chip. Therefore, under the suggestion of the emperor, he has been taking care of this young man with all his efforts.
However, how much he admired Troll before, and after that Troll turned and bombarded Emperor Star, how much he hated Troll.
The so-called reason to protect the royal family from the Jia is just to tell the public. As the highest commander of the Royal Fleet, he knows exactly what the truth is-therefore, in his eyes, Troll is an unfamiliar wolf-eyed wolf. , Anti-biting the master's bite of the snake. Therefore, when he broke into His Majesty's dormitory, he had already made up his mind. Even if he died, he could never let His Majesty be blinded by his eyes, and put the Emperor Star and his safety into the hands of the dangerous general.
At that time, he knelt before His Majesty and refused to get up. His Majesty looked at him for a long time, and when his knees were in pain, he heard His Majesty sigh gently, let everyone around him back down, only Leave the old attendant.
He heard His Majesty say something.
It was that sentence that instantly left his mind blank. His memory seemed to be broken after that sentence, and then what His Majesty said, and how the old attendant sent him out of the door, he hardly remembered it.
He returned to the Marshal's mansion as if he had lost his soul and failed to fall asleep for several nights.
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Half a month later, he appeared again in the palace. He came to a tall tower next to the side of the palace, followed the rotating steps to the top of the tower, and the gray-haired old attendant greeted him into his room.
He walked into the door, and it was day. The huge floor-to-ceiling windows in the room were open, dark curtains were tied up, and the room was lit by the sun. The top of the tower is the palace and the highest place in the capital. The emperor who is no longer young stands in the large and huge floor-to-ceiling windows, reflecting the bright sunlight, overlooking the endless land under his feet.
The huge and bustling capital, rolling houses, and the black flag symbolizing the empire fluttering high in the distance, it flew in the wind, and it never fell from the air for thousands or thousands of years.
It is the faith of the empire and the glory of the royal family.
He didn't know if His Majesty was looking at the endless land, the dark flag in the sky, or the things he couldn't see. But at this moment, he saw his Majesty's figure standing straight for a long time, as if his Majesty was standing on the ship's podium for a long time ago. At that time he was standing on the side like now, watching the upright back of the monarch he was loyal to.
Time flies, and many years later, he is still standing here as he was many years ago, watching the figure of his monarch.
Some things will not change no matter how long time has passed.
The emperor looking at the earth did not move, and still turned his back on him, but he heard his Majesty's voice coming from the front.
"Yuga? ... he hasn't seen you in a long time."
It was a little husky, and although it was very light, it was inexplicable. He leaned down, kneeling on one knee with one hand on his chest.
He knelt on the ground and lowered his head deeply towards his sire.
The phrase 'I haven't seen you for a long time' actually made his old man who had survived countless wars choked for a moment. He knew how heavy these four words were at this moment.
Too long, too long.
The emperor in front of the floor-to-ceiling window turned around, and the sun fell on the emperor's body, making the skin more sickly pale. However, even if the skin was not very scarlet, the emperor's face was calm for a long time.
His gaze fell lightly on the shoulder of the old man kneeling in front of him, the black-red velvet brocade was sewn tightly on the shoulder of the dark military uniform. The pure gold badge was a symbol of the status and merit of the old man. The tassels intertwined with crimson fell from the golden badge on the chest of the dark military uniform.
"It's been sixty-two years." The emperor stretched out his hands. The skin of his fingers was also very white and very thin, as if the skin was wrapped around the phalanx.
He pointed to Marshall Ugar's unique pure golden badge, which symbolized the honor of Marshal, saying, "You have been in the field of Marshal of the Empire for 62 years and 32 days."
"Yes."
The old Marshal replied, still kneeling on one knee, he felt that his chest was pressed by something heavy, and the indescribable feeling penetrated into it a little bit.
He had been angry, he had suffered from the decadence and self-exile of his monarch, but his monarch had been watching him. The tough and powerful Prince Wang has always been there and never left.
"Sixty-two years, it's not short."
The emperor turned to his side and looked out the floor-to-ceiling window again.
He said, "Yuga, give up your place."
He said lightly, just such a simple sentence, easily deprived the glory of the old marshal who had been born and died for many years in the war.
The old Marshal looked up, he looked at the side of his king, he followed the eyes of his king, and saw the high banner in the distance.
In the bright sunlight, the dark banner bathed in the light, it fluttered endlessly, like a cluster of dark flames burning in the sun, burning out the final magnificence.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
Looking at the black flag flying in the wind, the old Marshal replied that his voice was calmer than anything.
He knew who would take over as Marshal after him.
One day, the young man with royal blood will be crowned emperor.
And that day was the moment when the empire's black flag flying for tens of thousands of years disappeared forever.
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The square light curtain glowed in the dimly lit room, and the blue light illuminated Admiral Troll's handsome face.
The shredded hair ends were scattered on the white forehead, and the general's eyes reflected the gleam of the light curtain, watching the masked man in the light curtain.
"The first emperor ..."
Admiral Troll repeated the information learned from the spy's subordinates, and his eyebrows frowned slightly, as if contemplating.
"How do you say, the genes of your body are really big enough," said the masked man. "As for the emperor, his gene's reproductive ability seems to be damaged by a virus, which is hard to detect. It was accumulated from generation to generation ... When his generation broke out, the emperor was also unlucky. "
Without paying attention to his subordinates, Troll spoke.
"Pass the message of the first emperor of the empire."
The man shook his head.
"No."
"........."
"It's strange here, obviously the ancestor of the royal family, the most prestigious early emperor, but no information can be found about this early emperor from any channel, in addition to knowing that this person originally led humanity to create the era of the universe Beyond the establishment of the universe empire, what this person looks like, what his name is, which family he comes from, and other information, etc., are completely unknown. "
"Information blocked by the royal family?"
"No, it seems to me that all information of the early emperors has been artificially destroyed."
"........."
"That's why I said, it's quite strange. Seriously, there are no traces left, and they were intentionally destroyed. Does that early emperor really exist?"
"... you keep checking."
"understood."
The light curtain shook, and a streamer closed, and the admiral sat quietly in a chair. The chair had no legs and was suspended, and the silver armrests beside it were also suspended. From time to time, light flowed down from the armrests.
The dark hair shattered, and the admiral sat on a suspended chair and closed his eyes slowly.
He crossed his legs and put his hands on his knees. The room was very quiet. He could only hear the general's light breath. He closed his eyes and remained silent in the silent room, his expression was indifferent, and he could not see any expression. No one knew what he was thinking.
[Genesis of the first emperor of the empire. 】
[An emperor who exists in the legend but leaves no trace of its existence. 】
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After acquiring the information about the earth that these professors have studied for so many years, Mute returned to Ishtar and stayed behind closed doors. Tiantianpao studied those messages in the virtual projection room, and wanted to find from countless messages. Useful information for yourself.
After so much boiled for a few days, the dark circles came out, and the Robin who was always with him couldn't stand it anymore, forcibly dragged him out of the large virtual screening room and threw him back to Ishtar Go to rest in the top room.
Mute thought for a while, and felt that she was a little bit of a fire, and it was better to take it slowly, so she obediently took a bath and climbed to bed and woke up to sleep.
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【Come. 】
In the bright living room, there is a faint scent of daffodils, and the sun shining through the transparent glass skylight.
The white piano was placed in a small garden. In the corner of the garden, the water of the brook flowed from under the stage, and the white daffodils were full.
[Mute, come here. 】
Someone sitting in front of the piano shouting his name and asked him to walk forward involuntarily to the piano.
At that time, he was still very young and only a small child. He was sitting on a high stool specially made for him, and looked up at the gentle smile on his side.
His white, slender fingers jumped on the black and white keys as if dancing, and he heard wonderful music around his ears ...
...
The sleeping teenager heard the familiar notes of the piano beating in a quiet room, like the sound he heard when he was still very young.
He opened his eyes and went out.
The living room is bright, and soft light falls from the ceiling and walls in all directions, making the room filled with light.
He held his hand next to the door and stared at him forward.
In the corner of the living room, where the piano is located, someone is sitting there, with a very straight and dark figure, which is in sharp contrast with the white piano. I do n’t know why this extreme contrast gives people an inexplicable Beauty.
The admiral was sitting on a white round stool, and his legs wrapped in black trousers stretched out. The straight military shirt was included in the belt and the waist was thin. His back was very straight, and the dark vertical collar buckled his neck with a beautiful curve. The fine black hair was scattered on the back neck, and a few strands penetrated into the vertical collar, giving a sense of abstinence.
The white fingers were pressed on the black and white keys, and those hands were very beautiful. The joints were clear, the fingers were slender, and the skin of the hand was soft white light, like white jade carving.
The man sat there and did not need any decoration to turn the place into a beautiful painting.
Every move of him, even the arc of the black hair on the back of the neck, was a radiant beauty.
Mute looked at the scene that was so beautiful that she could not help holding her breath, listening to the familiar music, and couldn't help raising a radian.
He walked over to the general who was still playing the piano, listening quietly to the music flowing from the general's fingertips. It was very familiar music. It was the piano piece he had taught Salome, and it was his favorite piece.
At the end of the song, the good-looking hands stopped jumping.
Mute leaned over and tilted his head to look at the general sitting in front of the piano.
"It's awful," he said.
Admiral Troll said nothing.
He made a deal with Salome, and promised Salome a condition in exchange for the video that Salute's Mute had taught her to play that song. He didn't understand the way the piano was played, he just memorized all of Mute's actions with a strong memory, and then repeated his actions.
He originally said that Salome's pops were unpleasant, but now Mute said he played them badly.
"That's not how the piano plays, Major General."
The young man who said he was playing badly laughed, stood behind him, leaned down, leaning his head against his cheek, two hands stretched forward over his shoulders, and stretched forward along his arms. .
"I teach you."
Mute said he seemed to want to put his hand on the back of the general.
however……
Mute: "........."
Admiral: "..."
The hand extended by the slender juvenile of the arm did not reach the back of the admiral's hand, and the fingertips could barely touch the admiral's wrist, let alone hold the opponent's finger.
The stiff teenager pulled back his hand and straightened again.
"Your arms are too long."
He grunted.
Admiral Troll, who was still sitting, did not speak, but looked up at him.
The man's eyes were originally beautiful slender phoenix eyes. At this moment, he raised his eyes and looked up, and his eyes were slightly ticked to look at Mute.
The teenager took a breath.
His eye almost made his heart beat for a beat.
The admiral was still looking at him, using the almost fatal eyes.
"What ... what happened?"
Seeing his cheeks hot with those eyes, Mute stuttered.
I don't know if it is his illusion, he seems to have a vague look from the eyes of the general. The admiral seemed a little unhappy just to see that he didn't move.
"You touched her head last time."
Obviously a little emotional general.
Mute: "........."
How long ago did this happen, do you remember?
The boy thought for a while and looked at Admiral Troll with his head lowered and his thin lips clenched.
"You are different." He said, "Salome is my student and I want to encourage her."
He leaned down again, tilted his head and kissed the admiral's cheek.
"You're different." He said, "You're my man. Playing so badly will lose my face."
Mute said so, and sat down next to Troll. His hand rested on the keys, and soon his fingers jumped like black and white on the black and white keys.
The beautiful music sounded in the living room. The teenager played the piano, and turned his head to smile at the man beside him. He played a gentle tune, slow and gentle.
"Mom is a very famous pianist," he said as he played, "I grew up in her piano from a young age. But I didn't learn piano with her when I was young, and she didn't force me to learn. "
His father and mother both loved him very much, pampered him, never forced him to do anything, and made him have a very happy childhood.
"So, I didn't start learning piano with my mother until I was nine years old."
He couldn't remember the opportunity to suddenly learn piano at that time. Now he just remembers that in the little garden full of daffodils, the little he sat beside his mother and watched the scene of his mother playing the piano.
Watching Mute quietly playing the piano and listening to Mute talking, Troll didn't say anything to break the atmosphere.
He just looked sideways at the teenager around him, his dark blue eyes looked at Mute, reflecting Mute's cheek. His gaze rested on the boy's ever-expanding lips, where it was pale pink. He knew how soft it was, and he remembered how the pale pink lips touched his cheek a while ago.
What Mute said, he didn't hear it too clearly. The gently closed lips, the exposed white tooth tips, and the pink tongue tip that occasionally can be seen through the gap in the lips attracted all his attention. force.
"Come, I teach you."
Mute said so, got up, and plunged into Troll's arms.
He nestled in Troll's arms, sat between Troll's legs, stretched out his hands, and put his fingers on the back of Troll's hands.
He watched his fingers successfully cover the admiral's fingers, showing a satisfied look. Then he turned his head and glanced at the general with a smile.
Teenagers underestimate their influence on men.
The next second, before he turned his head back, the general's hand, which had been covered by his hand, suddenly retracted, and his hand suddenly fell on the keys with a slight sound.
Mute hadn't responded yet, a pair of arms had already clenched his body tightly, and his right hand moved up the next moment, holding his cheek, forcing his head to twist backward.
Then, his cold lips blocked his mouth.
The nimble tongue tip almost rushed into his lips as soon as he touched his lips, brushing over the tips of his teeth and tangling in his mouth. The tingling sensation softened his neck as he licked the mucous membrane of his upper jaw.
Mute's brain was a little muddy, but there was another incomprehensible feeling. The electric shock-like feeling when his lips were intertwined made his neck feel numb.
Involuntarily, the teenager made a soft hum with the tip of his nose, and that very light whisper was the most ferocious stimulant in someone's ear.
Mysteriously confused, Mute was suddenly turned around. Before he could react, his body was heavily pressed on the piano. His back pressed a few keys down, and the sound of a sudden whistle in his ear frightened him, making him wake up instantly.
Then he realized that he didn't know when he was turned over by the admiral and pressed on the piano.
He lifted his head and saw the admiral's beautiful face, and Feng's eyes looked down at him for a moment, with a shocking glimmer from his eyes.
[You have the genes of the first emperor. 】
[No information remains, does that emperor really exist? 】
Troll didn't know what he was, he didn't know where he came from. He only knew that the warm and soft body of the boy in his arms was the only reality he could feel.
He stared at the people below him, his slightly childish face, his bright black eyes like spring water reflecting his face, his pale pink lips, his slender body ... everything made him so enamored. .
When looking at the person in his arms, he could feel that his body was in pain. From the deepest part of the bone marrow, the faint feeling of pain was like a drug eroding his body and even his soul.
It doesn't matter who he is and whose blood is flowing on him.
As long as the child is still in his arms, he has everything.
The depressed keys were still beeping and surrounded the living room. Because the sound was too loud, Mute, who was pressed on the keyboard, reached out and pushed Trotroll's shoulder, trying to stand up. But instead of pushing his opponent away, his hand was held, his fingers crossed, and he pressed on the keys on the other side.
The long sound of another sound started, mixed with the sound that had been long sounded, and began to become confused.
Mute, struggling with that voice, couldn't stand it, but was immediately gagged again.
The force was pressed down, so that he just propped up his body a little bit, and then pressed heavily against the keys, again a series of chaotic long sounds.
Shocked by the chaotic voice, Mute tried to stand up, but as soon as he lifted up his body, Troll subconsciously reached out and tried to press him down again.
He had just wore loose clothes when he just got up from the bed. He didn't know when he just lifted his shirt a little and revealed his waist.
As soon as the admiral reached out, his fingertips rested on the soft skin exposed to the air. Almost reflective, the admiral's fingers were fastened to the teenager's waist as soon as they were forced, the fingers were deeply sunk into the skin, and the warm skin felt a full hand.