desire reconciliation

"It's okay if you don't want to, how about you give me a pass to enter and exit the palace." Uriah followed behind Lancelot. There was no one on this floor now, and he still looked like a fool.

"Have you ever heard of luring a wolf into a house? This is called luring a wolf into a house." Lancelot walked forward without changing his expression.

Uriah scratched his head: "It turns out that I'm a canine to you. I thought it would be a big tiger."

"Actually, it doesn't matter if I give it or not. If I want to enter, no one will find out. It's just a matter of trouble."

Lancelot: "Master Marshal, do you need to take some legal courses? The Empire..."

Seeing that he was going to memorize the military rules again, Uriah hurriedly stopped him: "Stop, stop, don't memorize the military rules, I know you can memorize them well."

Lancelot turned his head to look at him, and opened his mouth: "Article 3 of Chapter 276 of the Imperial Charter stipulates that breaking into private houses and illegally searching other people's residences will result in criminal detention or..."

Alright, this time I won't recite the military regulations, but start to recite the charter.

"Break into a private house?" Uriah leaned forward, "The palace should be considered a private residence, right? Your Highness the Crown Prince is expecting my late-night visit?"

Lancelot paused for a moment, then walked forward without looking back, and said: "As long as you study well, the Tribunal lacks talents like you."

"Hahahaha, don't be shy, I won't talk anymore, Nan Mian stopped on the roof, let's go now?"

Lancelot turned back: "Have you finished your work?"

Uriah nodded repeatedly, his eyes seemed to say, "I'm just waiting for now."

The flight time was not too long, and the two arrived at the planet in the middle of the afternoon after setting off at noon.

"The environment is not bad." Uriah stepped off the spaceship first, and raised his hand in a very gentlemanly manner to pick up Lancelot.

"It's really good." Lancelot jumped off the spaceship and glanced at Uriah's hand hanging in mid-air.

"Now everyone knows that you are the prince, why don't you pay attention to your image?" Uriah teased with a smile.

"When they can beat me, come and reason with me." Lancelot said that the service robot had already walked aside, and began to import the coordinate map of the planet.

Uriah was thinking about whether he had misled the young prince who had grown up in the empire. Wasn't this man a model of convincing people with reason before, and when did he start talking with his fists?

Lancelot has already imported the map,

He raised his hand and touched Uriah's terminal with his own terminal: "The map has been passed on to you."

Uriah looked down at the map projected by the terminal, and there was a small red dot with the coordinates in the northwest direction: "I even found the address. As expected of the adjutant I taught, this efficiency is just fine."

Lancelot looked at Uriah with a strange expression. In fact, he is now the crown prince and has the highest privilege level wherever he is. The system on the side can find the information.

However, Lancelot did not dismantle his platform, and echoed: "Yes, yes, it is all taught by the Marshal."

The two walked quietly for a while along the route on the map.

The green facilities on this planet are very good, surrounded by dwarf shrubs, and it can be seen that there are signs of being carefully pruned.

Passing by a small flower bed, there was a machine for automatically selling nutritional supplements on the side of the road. The two of them took one each and sat on a bench beside the flower bed.

Looking at the buildings in the distance, Uriah felt like a royal family: "Actually, I've always wanted to ask you a question."

There are birds with blue tails beside the flower bed. The beautiful tails follow the ups and downs of the body and fly across the ground, with a melodious tone.

I don't know if they are infected by this leisurely environment, the two of them are leisurely today, and the nourishment that they usually take a mouthful of stuffy today has not bottomed out for a long time today.

Lancelot's eyes were also on the building in the distance, and he didn't look away: "What's the problem?"

He felt the gaze from the side, and turned his head to meet a pair of dark eyes.

"If the old emperor didn't get in the way, when are you going to tell me your real identity?"

Lancelot took another sip of the nutritional supplement: "It's really your style, asking sharp questions lightly."

A long silence does not mean that the beast has no fangs.

The current Uriah is the Uriah well-known to the public. He seems to act rashly, but in fact his words are hidden and sharp.

The restraint and restraint when being with him are hidden in ridicule and jokes.

The man who was born in the dungeon but sat in the highest position within a few years, the marshal who shines on the stage, even if he has such a talent, how can he be like a kitten who is submissive in front of him.

It's just that someone voluntarily put away the light, stepped down from the high platform, and looked up at him on his knees.

Like a tiger showing its belly, Uriah showed everything about himself without reservation, but he lied from the beginning.

After staring at each other for a long time, without hastily looking away, or weaving lies against their will, Lancelot opened his mouth lightly.

"Probably never."

The voice was very soft, but for some reason, the blue-tailed sparrow beside the flower bed was startled, its wings fluttered, and it flew into the distance.

After a while, Uriah responded: "Then I really have to thank the old emperor, or else I don't know who you are until now."

Like an angry child, he didn't hide the dissatisfaction in his tone, and deliberately turned his head away from him.

"Are you angry?" Lancelot asked cautiously.

"No." Uriah's reply was not sloppy at all, but his tone was full of anger without any loss.

Uriah still didn't look at him, and got up quickly: "Let's go, you still have to meet someone."

"You're just angry." Lancelot stepped up to catch up with Uriah who was walking ahead.

"Not angry."

"You still said that you are not angry, and you still look at me if you are not angry." Lancelot regretted that he had just told the truth.

Hearing this, Uriah stopped in his tracks, turned around and met his eyes.

Those black eyes were as deep as the night, without emotion.

It was a look that Lancelot had never seen before, and he couldn't tell the reason, but he could see the grievance in that look.

"Adjutant, how old are you this year? Can I go now after reading it?"

Uriah's words were ridiculed, but the unhappiness between the lines was palpable.

Lancelot naturally knew that Uriah could express his emotions freely, and the current appearance was clearly for him to see.

"You come with me."

As Lancelot said, he walked towards the flower wall that was as high as a person, which was the place they had just passed when they came.

After walking a few steps, he realized that the people behind him hadn't followed, and when he looked back, he saw Uriah was still standing there looking at him.

Dressed in black, he stood upright, and the light was dazzling on the black.

Lancelot was helpless and not in a hurry, so he stood where he was.

The climate on this planet is pleasant, the breeze carries the scent of flowers across the hair beside the ears, and even in the afternoon, the sun only briefly shows its face among a few clouds.

What the breeze brings to Uriah is not only the simple fragrance of flowers, but also the obvious provocative fragrance.

Pheromones of rosemary aroma.

The blend of rosemary and floral fragrance is like a young Omega's soft fingertips on the inviter's arm, ignorant and full of passion.

It's hard for any Alpha not to be tempted by such an invitation, let alone someone like Lancelot.

Uriah gladly accepted the "invitation."

The long legs wrapped in black trousers had a smooth line, and they walked in front of Lancelot with big strides.

"Are you seducing me?"

Uriah's unhappy expression just now was swept away, replaced by a playful smile, which couldn't be hidden.

Lancelot raised his hand to grab the man's clothes, and pressed the man against the flowered wall behind him with his backhand.

That's a blind spot that even mobile robots can't reach.

The force was not strong, but the movement was not small, and the branches and petals were scattered all over the ground.

The afternoon sun penetrated through the layers of tree branches, only a few rays of light escaped by chance, and shone on the pale golden hair tips, giving them warmth.

The next second, the kiss fell, gently, like a summer wind chime blown by flower petals, and the evening wind blew across the lake, causing ripples.

Uriah was startled by the sudden kiss at first, but soon he leaned forward slightly, raised his hand to cover the man's waist, deepened the kiss, and regained the initiative in a passive position.

At the same time, the cedar-flavored pheromone swept away like a huge wave, covering the sky and covering the earth, and the momentum seemed to be able to swallow the sun and the moon.

The smell of rosemary gradually fades in this battle, wrapped and entangled by the smell of cedar.

Lancelot, who was imprisoned in his arms, seemed like a piece of fish on a chopping board, without the slightest resistance from the very beginning.

The wind blows gently.

Afternoons are extraordinarily long on this planet.

Today they came to find the researcher, and Uriah took advantage of the advantage, and he knew how to measure it. Even if the person was soft in his arms, like a little lamb, he had to endure what he thought in his heart, and finally let him go .

Uriah's face was a little satisfied, and Lancelot on the other side was able to stand still only when he was hugged by the waist.

It took a long time before Lancelot's breathing became stable.

"I thought about it before, after this matter is over, I will go to an empty planet with you and live a normal life, so that you will not know the identity of my prince."

Uriah did not expect his first words to be this: "

So you want to elope with me? "

Uriah looked at the pair of light blue pupils, and could not see any emotional fluctuations, only there were some tears in the corners of the eyes.

He suddenly remembered that in the prison of the Zongyuan military base, he had also asked Lancelot this question half-truthfully. At that time, Lancelot showed an expression he didn't often see, and he had the right to take it This person is shy.

It was only now that I realized it belatedly. It turned out that this person had already had this idea at that time.

He didn't know what Lancelot had experienced before and after he had this idea, but he knew how much effort Lancelot had made in order to inherit the throne and to get the old emperor to recognize his Omega gender.

Uriah feels that he is not an emotional person, but when a person is willing to give up what he has been pursuing for himself, he is also moved.

"You are the marshal of the empire, the shining morning star, the hero who once led tens of thousands of mechs to fight against the Zerg. I don't want you to lose your edge because of me, and I don't want you to break your beautiful wings because of me."

Uriah heard this and realized how similar their two thoughts were.

They buried their desires deeper and deeper, and both wanted to protect what the other party cherished.

He laughed at himself and asked, "Do you still want to be emperor now? Tell the truth."

"Yes." Lancelot replied.

That's what he said, but he knew how much power his uncle had infiltrated in the royal family. If he wanted to sit on the throne, the old emperor could not only control it with a word, but he needed to do a lot.

Furthermore, the royal family has always been talking about isolating the military department, and the more they support the isolated military department, the higher the support rate of this force will be.

With his current strength, he is far from having connections and influences that can compete with him. If he participates in it, he must draw a clear line with the military.

To put it simply, this is a multiple-choice question. He can only choose one of the throne and Uriah.

After he finished thinking, he spoke again: "But..."

Before the words were on his lips, his lips were pressed against Uriah's fingers.

"I know what you're going to say afterward, but you know, some people are born to be certain people."

Lancelot saw firmness in those bottomless black eyes.

"You were born to be an emperor."

Lancelot looked into his eyes. In fact, he had already made a decision in his heart.

By.

As if knowing that he wanted to refute again, Uriah exerted a little force on his fingertips and blocked the words again.

Uriah leaned over, with a smile in his tone, and whispered in his ear, "My beautiful wings were born for you."