Three months after the birth of the little prince Hilda, the empire and the alliance finally achieved the first peaceful diplomatic relations in the true sense.
These formal things are both weak and significant. On the one hand, it represents that the two countries have officially stepped out of the shadow of the First Galactic War and started a high-speed development process that does not interfere with each other; on the other hand For example, the empire will still clamor from time to time, "The alliance will return our territory of Andromeda!" "Return the mineral energy, cancel the hateful Omega convenient immigration policy!"; at the same time, the alliance will often make some remarks to satirize the sexism of the empire , and continue to appeal that the little prince is actually a citizen of the Union.
The interest disputes between countries are often like this.
But this diplomatic relationship at least allowed the empire and the alliance to recognize each other. After hundreds of years, the two countries have entered the peak period of political, financial and educational development, so that two overlords in the galaxy finally formed. confrontational situation.
— Without further ado, let's turn our attention back to the pink and juicy little prince Hilda: Three months after the birth of the heir to the empire, Heinrich made a major decision: to undergo genetic surgery.
Although in the age of the universe where medicine is highly developed, the technology of genetic surgery for rejuvenation is quite mature, but the number of operations that a person can perform in a lifetime is limited, and the specifics depend on each person's physical condition. Take Elder Longfellow as an example. He is only twice the age of Heinrich, but the number of renewals that cells can withstand has reached the limit, so it is difficult to restore to the prime of life through surgery now.
Public figures like Heinrich and Celia, who often appear on the scene, generally maintain a certain age group in order to create a fixed image for the public. For example, Celia’s appearance will always remain between twenty-six and thirty-five, and her image of an unchanging soldier is deeply rooted in the hearts of the people; Heinrich wanted to follow suit after he became king, but the country is so busy and busy that he would delay it if he didn’t pay attention. up to now.
Heinrich was sitting in the studio with his son in his arms that day, preparing to deliver a televised speech calling on young people to get married and have children. There was a huge mirror in front of the studio, and Heinrich's eyes fell on it by accident, and he suddenly stopped.
"Son," he said thoughtfully, "Is Dad looking a little old recently?"
The emperor in the mirror is sitting upright, with the slight crow's feet at the corners of his eyes revealing the vicissitudes of the years, because he has been unsmiling all year round, the corners of his mouth have been folded into deep lines; the dark blue military uniform is buttoned up to his chin, and the golden emblem on his shoulders shimmers slightly, making him more attractive The temperament is solemn and the expression is solemn, like a portrait carved out of thick stone.
——A portrait of a man who is over forty years old, who has suffered a lot and has a deep hatred, so that young people will be in awe when they look at it and call him uncle Hao.
"Hehehehe—" the little prince danced happily, grabbed his father's badge and said, "hehehe!"
The emperor was intrigued by the baby's innocent face, and immediately put aside his doubts about the age, took a photo of father and son in the mirror, and uploaded it to his personal blog space. After hesitating for a long time, he still chose "only Published in the circle of friends".
An hour later, the televised speech came to a perfect end with applause, and the emperor walked out of the studio with the good wish of "the marriage rate in the empire will rise by eight percentage points next year, right?"
"Oh, by the way, what happened to the photo I sent just now?" The emperor suddenly remembered: "Qi An, call up my personal space to take a look!"
Bi An's light brain floated over slowly, and released the emperor's personal space homepage on the light screen. Heinrich saw the photo for the first time, and was immediately mesmerized by the prince's chubby face for twenty seconds; then he looked down, and was surprised to find that the number of replies had reached as many as thirty!
Although the emperor has a large circle of friends, most of them are the leaders of diplomatic countries such as alliances, free galaxies, and chambers of commerce. Registering the interstellar network personal space is purely to show that you are not behind the trend, and paying attention to each other is nothing more than diplomatic etiquette—in other words, zombies pink.
These zombies usually update their news occasionally, and the replies below are usually "a congratulatory message from the XX embassy abroad", "the representative of the XX chamber of commerce congratulates and likes" and so on; later, the emperor got impatient and set up automatic filtering, and since then friends The updates in the circle are often no one returns.
Unexpectedly, there are as many as 30 comments on the cute photo of the little prince today. Who are replying? The emperor opened it with great interest, and the first thing he saw at the beginning was: @kaleyan: Take your grandson out for a walk? (An hour ago)
emperor:"… "
The corner of the emperor's mouth twitched, and he saw a row of +1s and likes below, all of which were posted by the Alliance military headquarters and the defense officials of their respective galaxies; as for the weak defenses of Admiral Aaron and Lieutenant General Isaac ("Your Majesty is just very solemn!" "Some people in the alliance should not spread rumors!" etc.), which have long been submerged in rows of likes.
Only @联盟西利亚 replied in a low-key manner three minutes ago:
"Political leaders should indeed present themselves with a more dignified image."
emperor:"… "
This piece of consolation from the Virgin Mary patient immediately made the emperor's sensitive mind worse.
…
That day the emperor finished his government affairs, dealt with the military newspaper, and ate an unappetizing dinner. He stood in front of the mirror holding the babbling little Jiageng, looked at his face sadly, and said that he really wanted to do it. Did you have genetic surgery
Of course, the emperor is no longer a boy with secondary illness who always cares about his appearance. An old man has the wisdom, demeanor and background endowed by the years. The inner thing in the soul is the spirit of a person-as for the appearance, it is just a layer of skin; There is no requirement that the emperor must be 20 this year and 18 next year. Governing the country is not based on face, right
However, although he knows intellectually, there is still one thing that bothers Heinrich emotionally: he now looks older than all the founding generals of the empire, such as Aaron and Isaac...
If he continues to develop, he will be older than the black bear general Abel of the alliance...
Three black lines slid down the emperor's forehead, and silently buried his face in the little swaddle that was full of milk fragrance. Little Hilda Heinrich, ignorant, grabbed her father's golden-brown hair with a wave of her hand, and pulled it off happily in an instant.
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The next day, the emperor sat at the breakfast table with dark circles under his eyes, full of resentment, looked at the little Gageng who was drinking happily from the bottle in the cradle, and looked at the little buttered fried eggs in front of him, and finally endured. Can't stop asking: "—I'm the emperor, can't I have two more fried eggs in the morning?!"
"Of course not!" Elder Longfellow ate cold dishes and brown rice porridge while pointing his chopsticks and said angrily, "You are so grown up and dare to eat five fried eggs with butter every day. Do you think that high cholesterol is a disease that has continued from the ancient earth to the present?" Is illness fun?! Don't you think about the country, don't you think about the little prince?!"
"..." Heinrich asked, "Why are you here?"
Elder Longfellow immediately looked at the little cradle full of love and compassion—since the little prince was born, the Senate would send someone to seize the breakfast table of the emperor’s house every day, in the name of saying hello to His Majesty every morning, but in fact he came to watch Little Gageng, by the way, would babble about the emperor's unhealthy recipes.
"Every member of the Senate is very concerned about the little prince, and hopes that the little prince can grow up healthily under the bath of royal glory." Longfellow swallowed and said with emotion: "Look at your majesty, the little prince seems to have grown up again It's a little bit, how solid and powerful the calf is kicking..."
The emperor said seriously: "Ai Qing, I don't think I'm too old—"
Before the emperor finished speaking, the little prince emptied the bottle with a slur, sucked hard on his little mouth a few times, and then burst into tears with a loud wow!
Immediately, countless attendants rushed out from every corner like lightning, and the emperor was squeezed out of the crowd in an instant. I saw that Rumble was busy for a while, and the imperial doctor finally picked up Xiao Jiageng confidently: "The prince is hungry! Get a new bottle!"
The attendant turned back nervously: "The prince is hungry! Go get a new bottle!"
"Go get a new bottle!"
"Bottle milk bottle!"
…
Thirty seconds later, Ruyuanxing fresh honey almond high-calcium goat milk was delivered layer by layer, and was stuffed into the baby's pink and tender mouth by the imperial doctor. The little prince sobbed a few times, held the bottle and swallowed a few mouthfuls, and soon the contented Gululu began to drink.
Heinrich looked at all this with a blank face, only to see that Elder Longfellow finally turned his head, "Your Majesty? What did you just say?"
emperor:"… "
The dignified Emperor of the Galaxy finally decided to argue for his cholesterol, but before he could speak, the attendant hurried forward, "Your Majesty, a message from Marshal Celia of the Alliance!"
Elder Longfellow pricked up his ears.
Everyone in the room pricked up their ears.
The emperor took the communicator, and the red line quickly projected a realistic three-dimensional image of Celia into the air. I saw the alliance commander just got up in the morning, standing in front of the mirror and putting on his tie, he casually asked, "How is Hilda today, Heinrich?"
—Jin Mercury's morning sun reflected on his face, which had a jade-like smooth texture. The bridge of the nose and the corners of the lips are straight and straight, and there is a graceful arc from the chin to the neck. The slender fingers are pinching the tie of the white military uniform. The whole scene has a bright brilliance like an oil painting.
The genetic surgery made him look only twenty-five or sixteen, and his back was as straight as a javelin from the side. Even if it was just a virtual projection, he could still reveal a capable and capable temperament from his bones.
"..." At that moment, the emperor finally made up his mind.
"Xiao Jiageng is very good, now I am drinking the second bottle of milk today, the bad thing is me."
Heinrich paused, and said solemnly: "Honey, I have decided to let you have a young partner today!"