Intergalactic Era of Gossip

"I'm so angry! That fellow Sayles is so hypocritical!" Lelida yelled before he rushed in. After seeing his friend, he even showed an expression of indignation.

"Naren, have you heard? Such a ridiculous thing, with his upright face, no one questioned his character?"

Naryn glanced at him lightly. There is always a gap between the family where Lelida belongs to and the Monte family, and there are often frictions with Sells on weekdays.

"What are you doing here?"

Lei Da was very angry: "It's all about rolling the sheets, why should I be chased by my dad with a stick!"

Not long ago, Lilida slept with a fresh and tender little boy. Afterwards, the little boy cried and made a noise. Naren also heard about it.

The Lord Earl, who has always been on the principle of "loyalty", was very angry with his son who was messing up with men, and chased him into a violent beating. This incident once became a hot topic in aristocratic circles.

"If you can stand at the height of Sells, Lord Earl will always give you a face."

Levitra is a violent temper, as long as he is a little excited by words, he can always play a role that satisfies Naron.

He thumped the table hard and exclaimed, "But I can't beat him!"

Naron: "Fighting is the behavior of barbarians, and the mind is the weapon of civilized people."

Alida squeezed a fist: "But I can't think of a way to deal with him!"

—That is really a tragedy.

Naryn sat on the sofa and hooked his fingers coldly.

Lida immediately leaned over to him, and asked in confusion, "Why are you wearing pajamas? With a jacket over your pajamas? Is it very hot?"

"It's not important. Come here, I have a way to make Sells unlucky."

Alida's eyes lit up and she looked at him sharply.

After a while.

"Naren, why is your face so ugly?" Lelida looked at someone's pale face and asked worriedly, "Is it because the injury a few days ago hasn't healed?"

Naryn tightened her lips: "Don't tell me about the last time, I'm fine now."

Naron didn't want to recall the event that he lost with Sells the other day and sprained his wrist.

Lelida obviously didn't think so. He comforted: "Naren, don't be sad. I know how good you are. Even if you can't beat the monster of Sells, you are still a good young man in the empire."

Naryn was expressionless: "..." He didn't really want to talk.

Ellida said again: "I don't know which fool it is that he committed himself to a man."

Narren: "..." Can you change the subject, friend.

"The people who can attend the princess's birthday party are nobles and prestigious people. I guess it's a third-rate family or a pauper who tried to get to Sells so that he could turn himself over."

Watch less dog-blood dramas.

Naryn sneered and said with difficulty: "If he really wants to be with others, he won't leave without saying goodbye."

Lelida suddenly realized: "Yes."

Narren sneered: "Sales is polite, maybe the whole thing is his wishful thinking."

Wishfully thinking of being responsible.

Ellida's eyes changed when he looked at Narren, and he said admiringly: "What you said makes sense!"

Naryn: "..."

Lelida took it seriously, and didn't know how his brain made up for the truth.

"The Hunting Festival will be in a few days. Is your body really okay?"

Why the topic is back here.

Naryn gritted his teeth, but there was no sign on his face: "I just didn't notice it for a while and hurt my wrist."

Lei Da shook his head: "I'm not talking about wrists, Naron, your face is really bad now, you look very weak."

Naryn nodded, and said indifferently, "Then I will rest first."

Lei Da: "Huh? Wait, I just wanted to say that the Royal Guard is questioning the male guests attending the dinner..."

"Find a match for Sells?" Naryn felt a little broken in his heart. If that was the case, he would have to prepare for a roaming star field to avoid the wind.

Fortunately, Lilida waved his hand immediately: "No, the scepter is missing, it was missing at Princess Sasha's dinner."

He breathed a sigh of relief.

Ellida took a sip and added: "However, I heard that His Majesty has given Sales the grace to pay attention to the suspect when people are interrogated."

Naryn: "..."

—Never accept an inspection!

In order to find a bed partner for the Imperial Marshal, it is too unreliable to drag most of the noble circle into the water!

His Majesty the Emperor must have been bewitched by something strange before giving such a weird order. Except for the group of poor children who have no titles but no real power, he doesn't believe that there will be any aristocratic family who is willing to cooperate with this inexplicable inspection, as long as it is a principled person can not tolerate it?

Levitra: "I have cooperated with the guards in the investigation and ruled out my suspicion. Hey, I also called others and asked them to quickly accept cross-examination, so that we can know who Sells is targeting. NS."

…

Naryn turned his head and looked at him in silence, silence in his gray-green eyes.

Are you still my little friend Dada?

Obviously... he underestimated the terrible nature of national gossip. Compared with the insignificant noble face, everyone is more inclined to work together to find another protagonist of the gossip.

Naron asked: "Do you know what you are doing?"

Ellida shrank her neck, feeling cold behind her inexplicably: "Na, Naren?"

Naryn rolled his eyes, and his voice was low and gentle: "Why cooperate? This will only allow more unreasonable requests. The role of the guards is not to investigate love affairs. This time it is to help Sells find his bed partner. Will you help Sells find more secret information next time?"

He paused for a moment, and drew a cold smile: "It is the bottom line to perform their duties. This is beyond the scope of the guard's duties. If you do not object and are happy to see the results, then...soon, all kinds of Excessive and trivial cross-examination will become the norm, and the nobles will be dignified. Maybe when Sells loses a button in his house, he will look for you to investigate."

Lilida emptied his expression. After a long time, he slowly asked, "No, it's not that scary, right?"

Naryn didn't answer, but left him a little room to experience it on his own.

After a while, Levitra thumped his leg angrily and said: "...oppose, you must oppose! You are right, you can't condone! I'll stop other people right away!"

Naryn nodded comfortedly.

Regardless of other people, he is the only prince of the Asha Empire, possessing a noble status and inviolable privileges. When the guards saw him, they could only ask a few routinely. As for whether to answer or not, it depends on his mood.

How could he have the motive of stealing the scepter?

Besides, Prince Naryn and Marshal Sells are in a state of strength, and no one will suspect the "one-night stand" to him.

Neither is a problem, he has to be steady.

Ellida suddenly said, "Sels is so hard to find that person. It's not because he has suffered a loss, so he becomes angry?" Otherwise, why is he so obsessed with finding someone.

Naryn's face froze. He knew exactly who had suffered, but he couldn't show it.

If someone knows what happened to him, he will become the biggest joke of the imperial capital, and become the talk of everyone after drinking!

Naturally, he would not be so stupid to poke things out by himself, but it is impossible to make him dumb.

Sells must pay the price.

The only good news is that the fellow Sayles doesn't even know who he rolled the sheets with.

It should be said that only one person knows about the empire.

Naryn knew.

But he just didn't say.

Sells was walking down the street and suddenly sneezed. The adjutant behind him took a step forward worriedly. He waved his hand to indicate that he was okay.

"Marshal, Princess Sasha is very emotional, would you like to go over and take a look?"

Sells's tone was cold: "She is eighteen years old, and she should be responsible for her actions." If you guessed correctly, if there were no accidents that night, he would almost be drugged by a young adult girl. X up.

The adjutant did not speak again.

Sells: "The Hunting Festival is approaching. I plan to invite the young talents of the Empire to soak in the hot springs at the clubhouse at the foot of the sunset volcano. Please help me prepare an invitation letter."

Adjutant: "Huh?"

Selce repeated earnestly: "The young talents of the empire."

adjutant:"??"

Sells patted him on the shoulder and smiled: "Youth, talent."

Adjutant: "..." Understood.

—Is this asking someone to take a hot spring? I'm obviously looking for someone!

Is there any indescribable trace on that "national rival"? My God, why did his wise marshal, the marshal, suddenly fell in love.

Love at first sight is completely out of date, okay!

The marshal of his family is clearly in love at first sight, and he can't even remember his face. Could this be the power of "combination of the flesh"? This is unreasonable!

Ignoring the hysteria in the adjutant's heart, Sells's expression can be called leisurely. He even stopped for a moment when he passed the flower shop, and finally turned in.

When he came out again, there was a bunch of lavender in his hand.

The adjutant maintained a calm face with a paralyzed face, silently took out the terminal and searched for Huayu.

"..."

Nima, wait, wait, love, affection!

The love turmoil is too fast, like a tornado, tearing him up, engulfing him, and sending him to heaven!

The adjutant adjusted his mood and couldn't help but hesitate and said: "Marshal, you..." You don't really want to fall in love, right? Just like the pure love drama in the girl's file, be affectionate? !

Sells lowered his head and sniffed the bouquet, with a thoughtful smile on the corner of his mouth, and suddenly said, "Andre, how about the hot spring day before the bouquet dies?"

How about it?

not so good!

This kind of flower sprayed with chemical preservatives can't last so long!

Sells: "You are my most powerful subordinate and my loyal friend. I believe you can do it."

Andre: "..."

The author has something to say: I see a little baby asking about attributes, but I actually don’t know how to position it properly.

The small feeling, probably the kind of flower, usually talks about tuberculosis when you use your brain or fool people...? ? Craps Max