The Way of the Empress

Moodys looked at Zhuo Yang in the dim light for a while, looked down at his wrist watch, pushed his wheelchair, and wanted to go back to the room to rest: "It's getting late, if you have nothing to do, I will go back. I'm going to bed, good night."

"Wait, Your Highness..." But before Moodys's wheelchair had traveled far, Zhuo Yang suddenly stopped him.

Moodys turned around and looked at him puzzledly: "What's the matter?"

"You...what kind of person do you like?" Maybe it was Moodys' drunkenness tonight, or maybe Moodys's increasingly indulgent attitude to him fueled Zhuo Yang's courage. He suddenly stopped Moodys. , I was nervously asking a question I had always wanted to know.

What is the ideal object in Moody's mind?

He had imagined many answers, but he never got an exact appearance...

Moodys frowned. He didn't expect Zhuo Yang to ask such a question suddenly. He moved his lips and wanted to answer.

But Zhuo Yang hesitated and seemed to guess what he wanted to say. Before he could answer, he interrupted him again: "Don't consider your current physical condition, don't consider all other factors... Just tell me, If your body is normal and healthy, what kind of person you would like and who would have a good impression of."

He dared to pass it once.

"...Actually, I don't know." Moodys looked at Zhuo Yang for a while, and said so after a moment of silence.

He has always treated everyone with a gentle attitude, and treated the whole world with a kind attitude. He admires and yearns for the love that the world eulogizes, but when he grows up so much...it makes him feel very special, and it is really true. He hasn't appeared before. In the past thirty years, he hasn't seemed to like anyone.

And now...

I don’t know if it’s an illusion or something else, he thought...

If his body is normal, he will like Zhuo Yang, his crown prince.

Zhuo Yang persevered, paused and asked again: "What about that type? What is your ideal partner like? Is it gentle or simple and lively?"

These are the two types of people he most likely likes that Moodys has thought about countless times in the past.

The same people are always attracted to each other, unlike him... Zhuo Yang has always felt that he is unscrupulous in order to achieve his goal, and he has no idea what kindness and tolerance are. He is probably the ugly one, the kind that Moodys hates most. type…

"I don’t know. Love is always unreasonable. It follows feelings. It’s too general in terms of types. The two types of people you mentioned may be appreciated when I’m healthy. But you may not fall in love with..." Moodys thought for a while and was blunt.

Just like before, he never thought that a type of guide like Zhuo Yang would have an inexplicable attraction to him. He also always thought that he was not the kind of superficial value of the appearance of the guide, and he would want to take the good guide as his own. Sentinel... But now, he suddenly feels that he might think of himself too well. Zhuo Yang is like a poisoned poppy. Knowing that he shouldn't be close to the fall, he still can't control his affection for him. …

For the first time, a possessive desire arises, wanting to take another person as his own.

Moodys also discovered for the first time in his life that he was not a saint, and that he was so narrow.

Suddenly, Zhuo Yang thought of something, and then asked, "What about Mr. Rant Corey? Before, you were very close to him and talked very well... Many people thought you would get married."

He was also included, and Zhuo Yang was very sad at one time.

"He and I are actually not very familiar. We have tried to get close to each other and try to socialize, not because of love, but because both the Presbyterian Church and my father and queen thought that he would be a qualified crown prince and concubine. , And he was also urged by the family step by step to walk on the road to the crown prince and the future queen. After all, he is our most spiritual guide in Osphia, and it is normal to have lofty goals." Moodys Very calm, speak frankly.

He doesn't know if he and Rand will enter into marriage because of the fit of each other if there is no accident, but he can be sure that he and Rand have never had excessive affection and love...

Otherwise, after his accident, Rand would not be so decisive and chose to give up, even denying their attempts to communicate.

And he wouldn’t feel at all about it...

There is a bit of loneliness, but there is absolutely no sadness and despair of being abandoned by a lover.

"...I see, Your Highness, thank you." After figuring out the problem he had been struggling with for a long time, Zhuo Yang immediately let go of a big stone in his mind, and his whole person became relaxed and happy.

Moodys has never loved Rand, which makes him very happy.

Moodys looked at Zhuo Yang's smile and felt that his mood improved with him: "Yeah."

He once thought that he could be indifferent to Zhuo Yang's appearance, simply appreciate it, and not want to possess it, but now he found that it turns out that he was wrong...

He turned out to be so narrow, he wanted Zhuo Yang's smile to be his own.

Zhuo Yang fixedly watched Moodys’s disfigured face, scarred, scarlet profile face for a long while, and asked his last question tonight: "Your Majesty...then you might fall in love with someone completely different from you, from Growing out of the silt, have you done a lot of people who you disdain to climb up?"

As soon as the words were spoken, it was almost clear.

"Yes. Love is something you can't help but you can't control it." Moodys' reason told him that he should be clear and resolutely reject Zhuo Yang, not to let Zhuo Yang have any illusions, but I don’t know if it’s because of drinking too much or what's going on, but when it came to my lips, he replied to Zhuo Yang: "If I love someone, even if he is such a person, even if he doesn't love me, he is just aiming at my power. And status, I think I will be happy."

Moodys slowly raised his head and fixedly looked at Zhuo Yang's face: "I am glad that I still have power and status that he is willing to covet. I still have power and status to keep him by my side."

If he is in good health, he will not live so soon, if there is today and no tomorrow... He will definitely indulge himself, no matter what Zhuo Yang is for, whether the admiration that flows out of him in his eyes is sincere or pretending, it will fall. A...

It's okay if Zhuo Yang doesn't love him, he can love him, and he is also willing to enjoy the feeling of loving someone even if he is hurt.

But it's a pity—

His current physical condition makes him even want to love someone a luxury.

"...I understand, Your Highness." The smile on Zhuo Yang's lips increased unconsciously, he walked to Moodys's side, squatted down, and left a quick kiss on Moodys' dry lips. Before Moodys could react, he turned straight back: "Thank you for your answer, good night, and good dreams. I hope you have me in your dreams."

Xi Shi was in the lover's eyes, even if he looked at a face like Moodys, Zhuo Yang felt that the other party was the best.

After the dragonfly kiss was over, Moodys was stunned on the spot immediately. He couldn't react to it. How could he molested Zhuo Yang, and the blush spread from the back of his ears to his face.

After a while, he recovered, and he didn't dare to look at Zhuo Yang again. He pushed his wheelchair quickly and left Zhuo Yang's bedroom, his heart beating like a drum.

It's really bad, it's actually being teased by such a kid who almost watched him grow up.

Moodys cursed secretly in his heart, but he couldn't help but jump for joy.

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Moodys is a thin-skinned prince. After waking up from the wine, he remembered what he had said to his prince and concubine when he was drunk. He was a little afraid to face Zhuo Yang and began to hide. Zhuo Yang came, and never stayed honestly in the study room anymore, waiting for Zhuo Yang to come back and chatted with him often.

Zhuo Yang didn't react at first, unable to understand why a person in a wheelchair in Moodys suddenly came and disappeared.

After he reacted, considering the embarrassment of a certain crown prince, he didn't push people so tightly, but rather humorously chose to let his Quantum Beast Nine-Tailed Fox communicate with Moodys instead.

Because Zhuo Yang left Moodys with too much influence and shock from the kiss that night. He even saw a naive face and didn't know anything. He couldn't understand why Moodys hid him. The nine-tailed fox, Moodys also unconsciously thought of the kiss that night, his ears blushed involuntarily.

As soon as the snow-white nine-tailed fox walked towards him, he stretched out his tongue, trying to lick his palm, motioning for him to hug himself, and waited for the nine-tailed fox's tongue to lick his hand.

Moodys thought of the little guy’s kiss that night, so he covered the mouth of the nine-tailed fox, refused to lick himself, and took the somewhat dissatisfied and confused fox ball into his arms, and didn’t wait. The nine-tailed fox licked people coquettishly, and then started smoothly stroking and soothing.

For fear that the nine-tailed fox would lick it coquettishly when he was dissatisfied.

Such a touch reminds Moodys of the wet and hot kiss that the owner of the nine-tailed fox left on his lips that night after he was drunk.

"Oh~" The nine-tailed fox was extremely comfortable being served by him, and stretched out in a satisfying and contented manner.

Suddenly stood up on Moody's lap, and licked Moody's mouth with a big tongue happily like a reward. It tasted good, and I wanted to lick it again.

Moodys was licked and drooled with a dumbfounded look. He pressed it hurriedly and wanted to lick the nine-tailed fox again, just glaring at it pretendingly.

The nine-tailed fox looked confused, confused and innocent, looking at him with a pair of black foxes open, not understanding why Moodys wanted to kill him.

Moodys: "..."