desire reconciliation

"It's been a long time since I've breathed the fresh air outside."

Uriah and Lancelot were walking back to the dormitory, and there were still a few days before moving into the palace.

Lancelot glanced at him: "Marshal Uriah must have taken a breath of fresh air outside, and I don't know who ran to the balcony if he had nothing to do, for fear that others would not know that he was pretending to be unconscious."

Uriah smiled, knew what he was talking about, and pretended to be wronged: "It's not that you don't come up, I think the new Pu...Pu has problems, if I don't go out, I think he will It's going to stick to your face."

"Park Qianyu." Lancelot took a step to the left, pulling the distance between the two back to the normal distance between subordinates, "Are you just this year? You think there is a problem with being an Alpha."

Uriah was not discouraged at all, but intensified: "You say I am, Kane Uriah, this year, the gender has just differentiated, the susceptible period is unstable, and I need my brother to help, otherwise people will feel uncomfortable. "

Lancelot got goosebumps all over his body because of him, why did he feel that he would often feel OOC after getting acquainted with this person: "It's still outside, can you be normal."

It was already conspicuous for the two to walk side by side in the military headquarters, and this somewhat too intimate interaction attracted a lot of attention.

Uriah didn't care, "What does that brother mean, you can just go back?"

Knowing that Lancelot is thin-skinned, this trick has been tried and tested. Sure enough, Lancelot compromised: "It's okay, it's okay."

After getting the answer he wanted, Uriah immediately turned back to the cold marshal in the eyes of the public, responding to the soldiers who saluted them along the way.

Before they reached the dormitory, they heard someone calling them from behind, and they still called them by their first names.

Stopping and looking back, they saw someone wearing a white coat, or more accurately, it should be wrapped in a white coat, with a dusty face. After careful identification of the voice, the two realized that it was You Situ.

Lancelot narrowed his eyes slightly, and whispered, "I just said that I seem to have forgotten something."

It turned out that Justu had been forgotten.

I haven't seen him for a long time, and You Situ and Chen Chen are completely different people. He is now more like a refugee than a refugee who just came back from mining on the ore star.

Dirty, disheveled hair, ill-fitting shoes, looked a size too big, gray on the only recognizable white coat all over his body

dust stains.

Lancelot felt that he had forgotten him a bit unjustly, so he opened his mouth to adjust the atmosphere: "Hey, I haven't seen you for a long time, Boss You, have you discovered any new mine?"

Obviously, Lancelot is not good at doing this kind of thing, and the already awkward atmosphere is even worse.

Justu was out of breath, and stared at Uriah viciously: "You son of a bitch! Don't tell me when you wake up!"

Uriah plucked his ear with his little finger, not caring at all.

In the next second, Justu was about to pounce on him, and his head was already raised above his head.

Lancelot suddenly turned sideways in front of Uriah.

However, Justu's fist did not fall in the end, and it was not Lancelot who blocked it, but Justu was controlled from behind.

"Let go of me! If I don't hit this bastard today, I will! I will!!!" Justu yelled.

"What about you? I still think that I haven't done enough wrong things impulsively." In stark contrast to Justu's violent voice, the male voice coming from behind him was low and calm.

Yuan Yunlang was half a head taller than him, and put his hands under Justu's armpit to hug him back, like an adult picking up a disobedient child.

Uriah took Lancelot to his side with one hand: "It's okay, someone can control this thing."

I don't know how Yuan Yunlang usually exercises. A researcher can easily subdue You Situ, who has been trained by the military all year round. You Situ thumped a few more times before finally dying down.

Seeing that he was silent, Uriah said, "Enough trouble?"

The picture of Youss is a frightened cat, who was shocked and blew up: "Uriah, I hate you! Do you still have the face to be here for me? How good are you pretending to be comatose! Pat your ass and go away Nothing happened! Do you know how hard we worked! Do you know how sad Lancelot is because of you!"

He said a lot in one breath, then changed his tone and continued: "We are so busy and you don't come out! The world is going to end and you don't come out! Are you worthy of us!"

Uriah and Lancelot looked at each other for a moment, then turned to look at Justu: "I knew Lancelot was busy, but I didn't realize that you were busy. Look, there is still flesh growing on this face."

Justu looked at their reactions, then turned his head to look at Yuan Yunlang, and suddenly realized something: "Lancelot! Did you know it from the beginning!"

Lancelot nodded, and Uriah seemed to think that the matter was not big enough, so he continued to add oil and vinegar:

"And I live in his dormitory every day during this time, and we are so free because of your hard work, adjutant, and you have done both of our share." He said pretending to think, "I think about it. Give you a year-end bonus."

Justu seemed to be petrified in an instant, but he couldn't say Uriah, he gritted his teeth and looked at Lancelot: "Okay, what a golden house hides the beauty, so you guys teamed up to lie to me. Fortunately, I was in the training room I still feel guilty for punching you outside for a long time, I think I really punched less, I really should punch you a few more times to calm down."

Uriah asked Lancelot, "You were still beaten by him?"

Lancelot: "It seems that there is such a thing."

Uriah looked at Justu and said nothing, wondering what he was thinking.

Yuan Yunlang spoke behind him: "If I were them, I wouldn't tell you."

You Situ bumped Yuan Junlang's ribs with an elbow: "Do you have a part to speak?"

"If I tell you this kind of core secret related to the whole plan, if you know it in the morning, you will reveal it in the afternoon."

Perhaps there was a second of reflection, and Justu continued: "Then you can't hide such a big thing from me! If I really don't believe in Lancelot, what should I do if I beat him up and disable him!"

Lancelot broke him a basin of cold water: "That's not true, you should not be better than me in melee combat, and if you really want to fight, you won't be able to move first."

Justu blushed at what he said, but it was true.

"You know that Uriah woke up and didn't tell me. I punched you, and we are even." Justu said to Lancelot, who nodded to indicate that there was no problem.

Justu looked at Uriah again: "Uriah, just wait, this matter between us is endless!"

After Justu finished speaking, he turned around angrily and left. Yuan Yunlang bowed slightly to the two of them, then turned and chased after them.

Lancelot was a little worried: "Is Justus okay like that?"

"What's wrong with him, even if he's stupid enough to do something, Yuan Junlang will take care of it. You Situ has no sense, but he has sense."

"No, I'm talking about you and Justu. To be honest, I think we are a little sorry for not telling him all the time."

Uriah rubbed Lancelot's hair: "Don't worry, Justu is so angry that he can't figure it out, wait for him to figure it out, he's not unreasonable. Brother, this matter is easy to solve, please

He said it when he was drunk. "

Hearing what he said, Lancelot couldn't say anything more, and the two returned to the dormitory without saying a word.

At the door of the dormitory, Lancelot's hand that was about to open the door stopped in mid-air, and he said to Uriah who was waiting behind him instead of opening the next door: "What are you doing?"

Uriah still felt a little baffled: "Why didn't you open the door?"

"Your dormitory is next door."

Uriah blinked innocently: "It's been a long time since no one has entered my dormitory, and how much dust has fallen, let me sleep with you for another night, anyway, I've slept for so long, it's not bad. Night."

Lancelot still didn't intend to open the door: "No one knew you were awake yesterday. I kept you as planned. Now everyone knows that Marshal Uriah is awake. It doesn't make sense for you to enter the subordinate's dormitory so blatantly." .”

Uriah stepped closer, and the distance between the two of them was running out: "You really don't intend to let me in?"

While speaking, the cedar-flavored pheromone quietly surrounded Lancelot, wrapping him tightly.

I don't know if it was because it was completely marked, but now Lancelot would blush when he smelled it.

Lancelot was still trying hard not to blush so quickly, Uriah took advantage of the opportunity to touch his right hand, Lancelot froze for a moment, and retreated.

Unexpectedly, Uriah's purpose in the first place was not for this. He only heard the door beep, and the terminal on Lancelot's right hand happened to be brushed on the panel.

The door was opened.

After that, the world was spinning, and before Lancelot could react, he was led and turned into the house, and his body was firmly pressed down.

The smell of cedar in the dark is more intense, with a strong sense of oppression.

Uriah's voice sounded again, much lower than before, with a little hoarse voice.

"I've endured it for so many days, give me some meat."

"Isn't it enough to do so much during the susceptible period?" Lancelot asked with his head pressed down.

"Not enough." Uriah said decisively, "And after the susceptibility period is over, I won't even hold my little hand..."

"How many days have you passed your susceptibility period? You can count on one hand."

"It's been a few days..."

Lancelot moved a little, and felt the force exerted on himself a little heavier.

"Don't move

, if you don't agree, I'll force it. "Uriah's tone was a little tough.

These words made Lancelot laugh: "Why don't you try?"

Uriah's hand slid down, and finally stopped there: "This doesn't fit well? Do you want me to try?"

In the darkness, Uriah's smile was very light and pleasant to listen to: "Or is it that His Highness the Crown Prince likes this in the first place?"

Lancelot didn't say anything else, what responded to him was the scent of rosemary, which was stronger than that of cedar.

During this time, people could always see Uriah and Lancelot appearing in pairs at the military headquarters.

However, everyone only thinks that this is a necessary process for the two big bosses to discuss and communicate in depth about the future and future of the empire.

During this time, the two went out early and returned late every day. Lancelot dealt with the mess of the royal family, and Uriah dealt with the mess of the military department. It was rare for the two to be busy on their own.

It is inevitable that there will be some intersection between the military department and the royal family in the middle, and the two will proceed in a business-like manner.

In fact, Uriah didn’t want to do this either. Who would want to do such a boring job when they have time to flirt, but they can’t ask, because if they ask, they have accumulated too much work.

After a few days of this kind of continuous rotation, the work at hand of the two of them was almost over. Counting the days, it was the day when Lancelot moved back to the palace.

This afternoon was still the same as usual, the two of them were busy in the marshal's office, the afterglow of the setting sun sprinkled on the floor, it seemed that the days had returned to the time when Lancelot was only the adjutant of the marshal, and the two of them were also dealing with it in the marshal's office. with business.

Uriah's fidgeting was a bit deliberate, Lancelot glanced at him several times, and finally closed the document in front of him, "Speak up if you have something to say."

Uriah came over and said, "Let's discuss something with you."

Lancelot: "What is it?"

"That's right... isn't it that you are going back to live in the palace soon, can you..."

Lancelot looked at his "shy" face, and felt that this must not be a good thing: "If you don't want to say it, don't say it."

"I want to talk." Uriah half leaned against Lancelot's table, "You take me with you."

Lancelot sat on the seat and looked up at him: "Go back to the palace?"

"Yes." Uriah replied.

"Okay." Lancelot replied.

"Huh? So refreshing?" Uriah asked doubtfully, the sun came out from the west today,

Lancelot would agree to such a thing.

Lancelot said: "The imperial palace is much more spacious than the military headquarters, and there are plenty of guest rooms and study rooms."

It was only then that Uriah realized that the back move was holding back here, cooperating with this person's plan to enter the palace and distracting himself.

"May I ask, how many rooms are there in the palace?"

"There is a building to the west." Lancelot replied lightly.

This is different from what Uriah thought, he wanted to sleep in a room with Lancelot, no matter how bad he was, he could live closer.

Why is it so easy to separate a building, and it doesn't sound like it's close to where he lives.

"Let's not discuss it any more. How can I say that they are all people from the dungeon. They don't have to be so particular about it. It's okay not to sleep in the guest room..."

With a smile on the corner of Lancelot's mouth, he was finally able to win the game against Uriah: "That's not possible, who is Marshal Uriah, how can I wrong you, I will definitely arrange the highest-level guest room for you, Let you experience the most extreme royal service."

Uriah tugged at the corner of Lancelot's clothes: "If you don't bring something like this for fun, let's discuss and discuss it. At least one building will always be enough."

Lancelot patted the hand hooked on the corner of his clothes lightly: "Let's discuss again? Why don't we go?"

"Hey, don't, okay, okay, the guest room is the guest room."

Just when Lancelot was enjoying himself for his cleverness, Uriah choked again.

"At that time, His Royal Highness, don't think too much about me and insist on running to me."

There was no special process and ceremony for moving back to the palace. For Lancelot, it was just a change of place to work.

Naturally, he would not "think of Uriah so much that he would run to him" as Uriah said, maybe he would, but Uriah must be one step ahead of him in this respect.

After a day of leisure, Lancelot had just finished taking a shower and was about to read the documents handed over by the trial court in the afternoon. When he opened the bathroom door and came out, he noticed something strange.

Is it possible that this palace can also be broken into by thieves?Fortunately, he bumped into him by accident, and he hasn't been back in the past few years, and the security facilities of the palace are so poor.

Lancelot was thinking about teaching this short-sighted thief to be a man again, he stepped lightly, and looked around to find the shadow of the thief.

After walking through three rooms without seeing anyone, Lancelot was a little annoyed. He wouldn't take too long to take a shower by himself. The thief must have finished sneaking away.

With that in mind, he stretched out his hand and gently pushed it away.

A room down the corridor.

Before he could see the scene clearly, Lancelot felt a sudden touch on his waist.

He has always been a well-trained imperial soldier. Before his brain could react, his body had already reacted. With a backhand pull, he gave the person behind him a shoulder throw.

There was no heavy landing sound, and in the darkness, the black figure landed on his feet and jumped again, standing firmly three meters away from him.

Lancelot was ready to fight, the black shadow slowly approached, and the moonlight also appeared from behind the clouds at this time, illuminating the profile of the visitor through the window in the corridor.

I saw Uriah dressed as a royal butler, approaching him and bowing in a very gentlemanly manner, not at all like a butler servant.

Coupled with the smile at the corner of his mouth, he looks more like a vampire from the night.

"Good evening, Your Highness Elliott."

To be honest, the current scene is really funny.

Lancelot had just finished taking a bath, his hair was still half wet, and he was only wearing a thin bathrobe.

On the other side, Uriah has a lot of clothes all over his body, not even the pocket watch in his pocket.

In addition, the two are in the palace, and the decorations exude a sense of grace and elegance without exception. If Lancelot is wearing a formal suit now, it is not too much to say that this is a movie.

"Marshal Uriah's appearance is really special."

Uriah's gentleman has never been more than three seconds, and he immediately changed back to his unruly appearance: "It's been a long time since I saw you, do you miss me?"

Lancelot: "We met yesterday."

Uriah hugged him, "But I missed you, and you didn't even come to look for me, so I slipped over without holding back."

Lancelot asked, "How did you get here?"

If Uriah had walked through the main entrance, he would have been notified. Since he hadn’t received any news, it proved that Uriah had used some other method.

Uriah pointed to the window: "It came in from there."

Lancelot raised his forehead. He was on the top floor of the palace, and there was a no-fly zone above the palace. The only way to get to the top floor was from the internal elevator.

If Uriah wanted to come in through the window, he would have climbed the wall. The palace is not low in height, let alone the height of the [-]th floor of an ordinary high-rise. There are still patrolling guards and robots outside, and this person is still wearing a suit and leather shoes to climb the wall. ?

"There are sensors on the outer wall, you

How did you get here? "

Uriah said casually: "I've memorized the location of the sensor, as long as it doesn't touch those areas."

Lancelot was speechless, staring at the open window at the end of the corridor in a daze.

He just thought that a thief had come in and didn't dare to turn on the light, so he turned on the light.

Uriah followed Lancelot back to the study with a look of disappointment on his face, he had chosen this time specifically, why did he still work instead of going to sleep?

Lancelot held a cup of hot milk and handed Uriah a cup.

Speaking of which, his habit of drinking milk before going to bed was developed by Uriah. At first, he hated saying that elementary school students only drink milk before going to bed. Uriah, an Alpha who is stronger than a cow, drinks hot milk before going to bed. It's against harmony, but now the two of them have a drink each, and the scene is very harmonious and warm.

Uriah endured his displeasure, and helped Lancelot handle the business decisions handed down by the trial court.

I have to say that with Uriah around, Lancelot's work efficiency has improved a lot.

He turned off the terminal projection in front of him, and asked, "What's the matter, Marshal, looking for me so late?"

Uriah was very happy. Is this finally the part he was looking forward to? He smiled and said, "You can't do what you have to do at night during the day. What do you think I am here for, Your Highness?"

Lancelot pretended to exclaim: "It can only be done at night? I thought the marshal was busy with his affairs and didn't have time to talk to me during the day, so he could only take some time at night to deal with it."

"Where is your Highness, I can't wait to stay by His Highness's side 24 hours a day. Are you jealous of your work, Your Highness? If so, I will come to accompany you tomorrow and the day after tomorrow."

"Oh? Has Marshal Uriah's army been arranged? Isn't it because there is not enough manpower and they are recruiting temporarily, how can they spend so much time with me?" Lancelot said in a calm tone, as if he was talking about something very ordinary. This made Uriah change his face.

The surprised expression was only for a moment, and Uriah said: "Your Highness is really well-informed, and I knew it before I told you."

Lancelot replied: "Is the marshal planning to rebel? Shall I lend you some manpower?"

Lancelot's words always catch people off guard.

Uriah walked around the table and came to him: "Your Highness wants to lend me manpower so that I can rebel against you?"

Lancelot looked up at him: "If you want, I will accompany you at any time."

"When did you know

Do you know? Uriah was dumbfounded by what he said.

Lancelot sat on the chair and turned half a circle, his back turned to him: "I knew it when you first made a move."

"Who told you that I want to rebel?"

Lancelot turned back again: "No one said you wanted to rebel."

"So you think I want to rebel?"

"I don't know what you want to do, so I'm here to ask you."

Lancelot met Uriah's eyes, the black pupils were bottomless, and there was something unspeakable in the eyes.

"I will never betray Your Highness."

Uriah's tone was flat: "If one day I really rebel, it will only be your order."

At the beginning, Lancelot still felt that Uriah was a little angry at recruiting troops without telling him, and the angry words just said were more in part, but now he felt that what he said was a bit too much.

He trusted Uriah from beginning to end.

Lancelot wanted to turn the chair away again, but Uriah pressed the back of the chair and pulled it back a certain distance.

In the next second, Lancelot's right foot touched the table in front of him, stopping the shrinking distance between them.

Arrived at the position where Uriah's chest was, and was only half a palm away from a certain part.

Uriah was stunned by his actions for a moment, "It seems that I won't be able to have good dreams tonight."

Lancelot was never someone who would be swayed by emotions, and his rationality quickly returned. Uriah still did not answer the reason why he formed a private army.

"It's not impossible to have a good dream, it depends on how you answer."