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MTL - The Sword of Galaxy-~ chapter 137 Fan San Mi Shang
Three months after the birth of Prince Hilda, the Empire and the Alliance finally achieved their first peaceful diplomatic relations in the true sense.
These things in form are both pale and insignificant. On the one hand, they represent that the two countries have formally emerged from the shadow of the First Galaxy War, and have begun their high-speed development processes without interfering with each other. For example, the empire still clamored from time to time "The alliance will soon return our Andromeda territory!" "Return mineral energy and cancel the abominable omega convenient immigration policy!"; At the same time, the alliance will often make some comments to ridicule the empire's gender discrimination , And continue to call on the little prince to be an alliance citizen.
The conflict between the interests of the state is often the same.
But this diplomatic ties at least allowed the empire and the alliance to recognize each other, and for hundreds of years, the two countries entered a peak period of political, financial, and educational development, so that eventually two hegemons in the galaxy formed. Relatively rampant situation.
——Without mentioning later, let's turn our eyes back to the prince Hilda, who is soft and tender:
Three months after the heirs of the Empire were born, Heinrich made a big decision: genetic surgery.
Although in the era of the highly developed universe of medicine, the technology of genetic surgery to return to old age is quite mature, but the number of times a person can perform surgery is limited, depending on the physical condition of each person. Take Elder Longfellow as an example. He is only twice the age of Heinrich, but the number of renewal cells can withstand has reached the limit, so it is now difficult to recover to mature age through surgery.
Public figures, such as Heinrich and Silia, often appear in a certain age group in order to create an inherent image for the people. For example, Silia ’s appearance will always remain between 26 and 35. His unchanging image of the soldiers is deeply rooted in the hearts of people. Heinrich wanted to follow suit after he ascended to the throne. Until now.
Heinrich was sitting in the studio with his son that day, preparing to make a televised speech calling on young people to get married and have children. There was a huge mirror in front of the studio. Heinrich's gaze fell on it unexpectedly, and he suddenly stopped.
"Son," he thought thoughtfully. "Dad, is he getting a little older recently?"
The emperor in the mirror was sitting with a slight crow's feet in the corners of his eyes showing the vicissitudes of the years. Because of the unsmilingness of the year round, the corners of his mouth were deeply sculpted. The dark blue military uniform was buckled to his chin, and the gold emblem on his shoulder was slightly flashing. The solemn temperament was solemn, like a portrait carved from the same heavy stone.
——A young man in his forties and bitter hatred, letting young people look up to his uncle with a good look.
"Giggle--" the little prince happily danced, grabbing Dad's badge and said, "giggle--!"
The emperor was stunned by the baby's innocent little face, immediately cast aside his doubts about age, took a photo of Zhang and his son in the mirror, and uploaded it to his personal blog space. After hesitating for a while, he still a little regretfully chose "Only Posted by Friends. "
An hour later, the TV speech ended with applause. The emperor walked out of the studio hall with the beautiful wish that "the marriage rate of the empire will rise by eight percentage points next year?"
"Hey, how's the picture you just posted?" The emperor suddenly remembered: "Well, take out my personal space to see!"
狴 犴 Light brain fluttered over and released the Emperor's personal space homepage on the light screen. Heinrich saw the photo at first glance, and was immediately seduced by the prince's chubby face for twenty seconds; then he looked down and was surprised to find that the number of responses reached as many as thirty!
Although the emperor's circle of friends is large, most of them are leaders of diplomatic countries such as alliances, free galaxies, and chambers of commerce. Registering in the personal space of the interstellar network is purely indicating that they are not behind the trend, and paying attention to each other is only diplomatic etiquette. In other words, it is Zombie powder.
These zombies occasionally update their dynamics. The response below is usually “A message from the **** star ambassadors abroad”, “xx chamber of commerce representatives congratulate you”, etc. Later, the emperor impatiently set up automatic filtering, and since then friends Updates in the circle are often not returned.
I did not expect that there are as many as thirty messages in the adorable photos of the little prince today. Who are they returning? The emperor opened it with interest and at first glance:
Kaleyan: Take your grandson out for a walk? (An hour ago)
emperor:"……"
The emperor's mouth twitched, and he only saw the following row of + 1s and praises, all of which were drawn by the Alliance Military Department and the Defense Department officials of the galaxy; as for the impeccable General Aaron and Lieutenant General Isaac, The defense ("Your Majesty is just particularly solemn!" "Some people in the alliance don't make rumors and trouble!", Etc., have been drowned in rows of praise.
Only the league Silia responded low-key three minutes ago:
"Political leaders should indeed show people in a more solemn image."
emperor:"…………"
This piece of consolation from the Virgin's patients immediately worsened the emperor's sensitive mind.
On that day, the emperor was busy with government affairs, finished processing the military newspaper, and ate another meal that he did not know. He stood in front of the mirror with a babble, and looked at his face sadly. Is genetic surgery done?
Of course, the emperor is no longer a middle-two sick boy who always keeps his appearance in mind. Old men have the wisdom, demeanor, and heritage that the years have given them. The inner thing in the soul is the spirit of a person-as for the appearance or something, it is just a layer of skin; a good skin is not bad, but it does not need to be too mindful, after all No one asked the emperor to have to be in the 20th and 18th of this year.
However, as far as management is concerned, there is one emotional point that Heinrich minds:
He now looks like all the founding generals of the Empire, including Bialon, Isaac, etc ...
Going forward, he will be older than Admiral Abel, the black bear in the league ...
The emperor slid three black lines down his forehead, and buried his face in a small urn filled with milk. Hilda Heinrich Jr., ignorant, waved and grabbed his father's golden brown hair, and immediately happily took one.
The next day the emperor was wearing a dark circle, sitting at the breakfast table with a grudge, and looking at the small cradle with a bottle in the cradle, who was drinking and happily drinking, and looked at the yellow fried eggs left in front of him. Can't stop asking:
"——I am the emperor, can't I eat two more fried eggs in the morning ?!"
"Of course not!" Elder Longfellow drank brown rice porridge while drinking cold dishes, and choked with angrily: "So grown up, dare to eat five yellow fried eggs every day. Do you think that high cholesterol, which has continued from the ancient earth to the present day? Is the disease fun? You don't think about the country, don't you think about the little prince ?! "
"..." Heinrich asked, "how are you here?"
Elder Longfellow immediately looked towards the small cradle full of compassion. Since the birth of the little prince, the Senate has sent a person to seize the breakfast table of the emperor's house. Bystander Xiaojiaguo, by the way, will also slap the emperor's unhealthy recipe.
"Every member of the Senate is very concerned about the little prince, and hopes that the little prince can grow up healthy under the bath of royal glory." Longfellow swallowed and filled with emotion: "Look at your majesty, the little prince seems to have grown up again. A little bit, how firm and strong the calf is ... "
The emperor said positively: "Ai Qing, I don't think I'm too old--"
The emperor didn't finish talking, and the little prince licked and emptied the bottle, sucked a few mouthfuls, and then cried wow!
Suddenly, numerous servants came out from all corners like lightning, and the emperor was squeezed out of the crowd instantly. I saw that Banglong was busy for a long time, and the half-time royal doctor finally hugged Xiao Jiagen with confidence: "Prince is hungry! Change the new bottle!"
The attendant turned back nervously: "Prince is hungry! Get a new bottle!"
"Go get a new bottle!"
"Bottle milk bottle!"
...
Thirty seconds later, Ru Yuanxing's fresh honey almond high calcium goat milk was delivered layer by layer, and was inserted into the baby's pink and tender little mouth by the doctor. The little prince snorted a few times, swallowed a few while holding the bottle, and soon began to drink contentedly.
Heinrich looked at all this with a stern face, and saw that Elder Longfellow finally looked back intently: "Your Majesty? What did you just say?"
emperor:"……"
The dignified Galactic Emperor finally decided to fight for his cholesterol, but before he had time to speak, he saw the servant officer step forward, "Your Majesty, a message from Marshal Celia!"
Elder Longfellow raised his ears.
Everyone in the room raised their ears.
The emperor took the communicator, and the red line quickly projected a realistic 3D image of Celia into the air. I saw the Alliance Commander just got up in the morning, was standing in front of the mirror and wearing a tie, and asked casually: "How is Hilda classmate today, Heinrich?"
-Venus's morning sun reflected on his face, with a smooth texture like jade. The nose and lip corners are straight and straight, and a beautiful arc is lifted from the chin to the neck. Slender fingers hold the white military uniform tie. The whole scene has a kind of bright luster like oil painting.
Genetic surgery made him look only twenty-six and six, and his spine was as straight as a javelin when viewed from the side. Even if it was just a virtual projection, he could reveal a able and sophisticated temperament from his bones.
"..." At that moment, the emperor finally made up his mind.
"Xiao Jia is better. He is drinking the second bottle of milk today. The bad thing is hey."
Heinrich paused, solemnly: "Dear, I decided to let you have a young companion today!" 2k novel reading network