First Love ABO Again

Chapter 16

In the early morning at the end of spring, there are always happy chirping kingfishers staying in the courtyard in front of Schönbrunn Palace. Three or five small green and tender yellow birds land on the grass to peck, and the footsteps of passing palace people scare the birds away. go.

Ludwell was awakened by the singing of birds outside the house. It was still early in the morning. Luther squinted his eyes and looked out the window, then looked down at the sleeping omega boy in his arms.

After the hearty sex last night, the two embraced each other early and fell asleep. At this time, Olan had not yet woken up. He closed his eyes tightly, his cheeks were a little red, and his messy black hair half covered his face , this appearance is much younger than usual.

There's a touch of playfulness and heart-melting cuteness.

For Luther, it was a rare opportunity to observe Oran's sleeping face so closely.

Oran used to always look for a safe place to hide and rest at night.

Luther was somewhat curious about this habit of Oran, but Oran hid it too secretly, and even after observing for several months, he could not completely figure out Oran's whereabouts.

Luther faintly felt that even if he couldn't be noticed by others in the Schönbrunn Palace, Oran still maintained a subtle vigilance and vigilance for everything in the palace.

This may be the imprint of death on Oran - it is difficult for him to trust anyone easily.

Even though Oran could not remember the process of his own death, the fear brought about by that disaster was still like an invisible thorn, which still stabbed deeply in Oran's heart and could not be pulled out.

But at that moment, Olan was sleeping soundly in his arms defenselessly. Realizing this, Luther felt some indescribable emotions in his heart.

The possessive desire for Alan in his heart was completely satisfied.

The sweetheart sleeping next to him, and the smell of omega pheromones in the air that changed overnight, everything in this room shows that the person he loves is now completely surrounded by him inside and out. I have it for myself.

Compared with elation, Luther is more like a person who will be secretly proud with a deadpan face.

At this moment, he lowered his eyes and quietly looked at his omega, his heart had already softened into a mess. His eyes were dark, but there was something different from usual light hidden in them.

Full of tenderness, fascinating.

He reached out and gently pinned the soft hair on Oran's cheeks behind his ears, looking at the young man's undisturbed and beautiful facial features, Ludwell still couldn't hold back, leaned down and kissed Oran's Nose tip and lip corners.

Luther had no intention of waking Oran up, nor did he intend to get up. He just took the paper book next to the bed, read it leisurely, and quietly waited for his sweetheart to wake up.

It was just an ordinary morning, but just because I could wake up with the one I love, the time became longer.

Luther thought to himself that this would probably be the most tender moment in his life.

"Your Majesty, this kind of aquamarine is a special material for storing the blood of the Oster people. They made it into a pendant and have been wearing it since childhood. Because it is very precious, it is generally not easy to leave."

In the meeting room of Schönbrunn Palace, Yarlin pointed to a photo on the holographic light curtain and explained respectfully.

In the photo is a sea blue spar pendant. This kind of spar is very rare. It looks like ice flakes that fell into the ocean from a polar glacier. There is a little bright red hidden in the transparent and pure blue. It is the birth of the Ost people. The blood collected from time to time.

Lie Lun was sitting behind the desk at the moment. He looked up at the pendant in the light curtain for a long time, but didn't make a sound.

There is no familiar realization in his gray-blue eyes, only boundless darkness, unfathomable.

In his memory, he had never seen such a pendant. He claimed to be the closest person to Oran, but he had never seen Oran wearing such a pendant.

Oran didn't like to wear jewelry of any kind, how could Leren not understand.

For a moment, Lieren had doubts and suspicions about Yarlin's remarks.

But he didn't make a sound, just nodded and signaled Yarlin to continue.

But Yarlin, as a close minister of the emperor, acted cautiously and comprehensively, and did not leak water. He could guess one or two from the expression of Emperor Leon the Great—Orlan Essen might not have had such a pendant on his body at all. .

"Your Majesty, don't worry, the number of Oster people is getting rarer nowadays. Although Oran Essen's mother is Oster people, she died too early. Maybe she hasn't had time to tell her children about her mother. It is very likely that Oran Essen himself does not know that he has the blood of Oster. Of course, he may not understand the function and importance of this pendant."

Yarlin slowly expressed his guess, and he changed the topic, "But the minister believes that this pendant must exist, and we can search for it from his relics and the inheritance of the Essen family. Of course, if we can still trace it There should also be a clue to the place where he lived in Mufasa's hometown before he was six years old."

Lie Lun pondered for a long time after hearing the words, and he frowned, seeming a little impatient and irritable.

He raised his hand and rubbed the center of his brows, then said slowly: "Let's do it this way, and don't let go of any possible places."

"Understood, Your Majesty." Yarlin bowed respectfully.

"Okay, let's stop here today, you go back first, if you find any new discoveries later, you must report it as soon as possible."

"Yes, I understand."

Yarlin saluted Lielen, then turned and left the conference room.

The door was gently closed, leaving only Lie Lun sitting by the window in the meeting room.

The light of the stars in the morning is not too dazzling, and a faint halo is refracted when passing through the glass.

That ray of light shone slightly on the alpha golden hair, and it was considered as dazzling as sunlight should be.

Lie Lun seemed to be born without the need for external foils. He was strong and wise enough, as if there were no difficulties worthy of his frown. In the hearts of the people of the empire, he was a man who was more dazzling than the light of a star.

At this moment, Lie Lun was quietly looking at the courtyard outside the window, lost in endless thought.

The windows of the meeting room are facing the palace garden.

Colin always has the habit of getting up early. After breakfast, she will go to the garden in person to take care of the flowers and plants with the gardener.

It was one of her few little pleasures.

It was the time when the wisteria was in full bloom, and she was standing in front of the vine tree watering the water. The sunlight shot down through the vine flowers, and her dress was dyed lavender.

Suddenly the morning wind blew up, and the sun hat on her head was blown away.

The palace people who followed were about to retrieve the rattan hat for the queen, but they were stopped by Colin with a smile.

She turned around and picked up the flying rattan hat herself. As soon as she got up, she felt a gaze falling on her not far away.

It was Leon behind the window.

Colin looked over there, and she saw that it was Lie Lun, and there was a kind of joyful smile on the originally gentle brows and eyes. She blinked playfully, and waved to her husband with a light smile.

Lie Lun looked at her from a distance behind the window, with some rare smiles on his lips.

Suddenly, the morning wind picked up again, blowing the hem of Colin's skirt and blowing Lie Lun's thoughts far away.

At that moment, he seemed to be back in the past again.

At that time Oran was still there, he always liked to be in the wild

Taking a nap under the vine tree by the lake.

I cover my eyes with the calculus book, but I can always wake up in a daze when I hear his footsteps.

Oran, who had just woken up, had soft hair that was always strewn wildly, with a few pieces of lavender fallen flowers hidden in the hair.

Seeing that it was him, the boy would smile and watch him approaching quietly. The boy's smile always hides a bit of careless laziness and a bit of affectionate love.

A sudden lake breeze blows the vine flowers from the boy's hair, and he will tear off a page full of calculation paper, fold it into a paper airplane, and throw it towards him.

Lie Lun still remembered that the plane was carried by the lake wind and flew a long distance, hitting the apex of his left chest.

He picked it up and unfolded it, only to see a few lines of unreadable words on the page full of calculation formulas.

That is Oran's native dialect.

He couldn't understand it, so he raised his head and asked the boy what he meant.

The boy replied with a smile, meaning he wanted to grow old with him forever.

That was their high-spirited teenage years, and they would kiss wantonly by the wild lake with no one around.

Love words and cheers are the sound of calculation paper flying in the wind.

It is a memory that he regards as a treasure.

In the dream, there was the sound of water waves, and the black swans by the wild lake whined mournfully.

The wind from the lake didn't stop, and the sound of paper pages turning by my ears didn't stop for a moment.

Lie Lun kissed his forehead, looked at him for a long time, and then told him that he had to leave.

Oran was puzzled, he didn't know where Lielen was going, he asked him, but Lielen looked at him, silent, just shook his head, turned around and left.

He was anxious and wanted to catch up, only to find that his legs could not move, he could not even take a step, and he realized that he was stuck in place for some reason.

He looked at the paper airplane that fell into the grass and didn't know what to do.

He waited by the lake for a long time, he thought Lielen would come back to take him away eventually, but Lielen didn't in the end.

Lie Lun left, taking the sun with him, and the sky light gradually disappeared until the night fell and the wild lake was covered with starlight.

Not far away came a faint light from far to near.

A blond alpha youth gradually approached him with a lamp.

The young man's gray-blue eyes were exactly the same as his father's.It's just that it's a little less dark and deep inside, and a little more frivolous and uninhibited.

In the night, Oran saw the young man pick up the fallen paper plane and carefully spread it out.

The young man stared at the paper in his hand for a long time by the light, then suddenly raised his head and asked him, did you figure it out?

What?In the night wind, Oran heard himself asking.

The young man smiled flamboyantly indifferently. He grabbed Oran's wrist and led him towards the unknown front.

There are whistling winds and flipping pages beside my ears.

In the wind, Oran heard the voice of the young man.

He said he was waiting for him 30 years later.

At that moment, Oran woke up.

The room was quiet, with the soft rustling of paper beside my ear.He followed the sound and looked up, only to see Luther leaning on the bedside and looking down at the book in his hand.

The curtains were still half-closed, leaving only a weak bedside lamp on. Olan didn't know how long he had slept. He stood up in a daze, only to feel the pain in his waist and legs after a while. sore.

Sensing the movement of the people around him, Luther closed the book, turned to look at Oran beside him, and asked, "Is there anything uncomfortable?"

Luther's voice was rarely full of tenderness. He looked sideways at the still confused Omega, quietly waiting for Oran's answer.

Oran had just had a bizarre dream, and at this moment he was still in a daze and couldn't get back to his senses. Luther asked him something just now, but he didn't hear clearly, he just rubbed his eyes and nodded hastily.

At this time, Oran's appearance was a little different from usual. Luther looked at the young man beside him, and the little desire to monopolize "his own omega" was quietly fermenting in his heart.

His heart moved, he grabbed Olan's hand, moved closer and kissed Olan's side face.

This kiss was fleeting, so soft that there was almost no strength, but it was enough to wake Oran out of the haze.

He opened his eyes and looked at the alpha beside him, that overly handsome face suddenly coincided with the young man in his dream.For the dream just now, Olan has very little memory left, only the appearance of the alpha youth who took him away in the dream is as vivid as ever.

Oran tried to recall more content, but all in vain, instead it reminded him of what happened last night.

Those scenes full of sexual desire and the feeling of suffocation during sexual intercourse caused quite a stir in Olan's heart, but Olan did not show any superfluous expression, he raised his eyes and looked at the people around him as usual alpha, asked: "What time is it? How long have I been asleep?"

Luther heard the words, looked at the terminal on his bed, and replied: "It's almost noon. Counting the time, you should have slept for almost 16 hours."

This number made Oran a little startled, and his sleep time seemed to be gradually increasing recently.

In recent days, he often feels sleepy, and his physical weakness has become stronger.

But Oran couldn't think of the reason, and he temporarily suppressed the worries in his heart.

Seeing that Luther had gotten out of bed and gone to the mirror to change into his uniform, Oran got up and sat quietly by the bed, looking at Alpha who was buttoning up his cuffs.

"Are you going back to school today?" Oran asked.

Luther was lifting his chin and tied the scarf around his neck. When he heard that he paused in his hand, he looked at the omega boy behind him in the mirror, and replied in a deep voice, "Well, I'll be leaving in a while."

Olan was stunned when he heard the words, and realized that Luther's gray-blue eyes were staring straight at him through the mirror, his ears turned a little red, and he turned his face away uncomfortably. .

He knew that maybe Luther had stayed until now to wait for him to wake up.

Luther put on his suit neatly and walked towards the desk.

Oran watched silently from the side. Seeing that walking was still awkward, he called out to Luther who was not far away, "Did you change your medicine in the morning? Do you need my help?"

Hearing that Luther stopped in his tracks, he looked deeply at Oran for a moment, then turned around and walked to Oran's side.

Oran never expected that Luther would agree to his words without saying a word.

Seeing Luther obediently rolling up his trousers and showing his wounds waiting for him to move, Olan's heart softened. Luther's invisible intimacy and dependence on him reminded Olan of Luther. When I was very young.

At that time, he might never have imagined that the boy in front of him would become a unique existence in his later life.