Intergalactic Era of Gossip

Director Mont, Sayles’ father, what did he send the invitation to do? Is it true that the two families who are rumored to be feuding and want to reconcile are really Xia Erwei and Monte?

Naren was impatient with the other party's cover-up attitude, and said, "Sooner or later, if you have to say something, how many batches do you plan to divide?"

The attendant said with a bitter face: "Director Monte seems to be interested in the old prince..." After a few seconds of pause, he said in one breath: "These days... visits every three to five."

Naron was inexplicable: "Is it?"

The attendant shrank his neck and emphasized: "Rumors, rumors."

The old Prince Charvey lost his wife in the middle age, and the old Director Mont was also divorced early. The two older elders had some mismatches when they were young, but they became enthusiastic when they were old. It is hard not to make people think about it.

Naren didn't expect such an outrageous development, he knew very well that his father had no plans for twilight love.

Since the death of his spouse, the old prince dragged his two sons up, he had no idea of ​​chasing love for a long time, and he was used to and enjoying the retirement life of a single old man.

As for the old director, Naryn had heard something from Sells: Mrs. Rihill and Director Mont, each remained single after their divorce, and occasionally met for dinner.

How much imagination is needed to bring these two people together?

But...Associated with the various public opinions on his back, Naren sighed again: It is the age that has created people's creativity.

He said coldly: "Don't believe in unnecessary rumors, and don't spread unfounded guesses."

The attendant was taken aback, and complained: "...I didn't want to spread it." You are asking me.

Naron asked nonchalantly, "What about the invitation?"

The attendant glanced at him, lowered his head and said nothing.

Naren urged.

Attendant: "I only know the version of the rumor."

Narren: "...said."

The attendant reluctantly said: "It seems that the two are about to make it public. The old prince accepted his invitation, isn't it a promise?"

Naryn: "..."

The attendant asked curiously: "Did you really agree?"

...

Naron took a deep breath, waved his hand, and stopped the topic-it was too silly to waste time on gossiping about family matters with outsiders.

The attendant who could not get a definite answer sighed regretfully.

Naryn: "..."

The evil spirits are not tolerated, it is time to rectify the gossip atmosphere!

Naren, who had found nothing, contacted relatives and friends in the imperial capital.

The fifth time that Xijin ran away from home, he announced that he had failed. His Majesty was unbearable and sent a marriage request to the Chongxingren. As a sign of sincerity, he would return the gold-eater Xien who was placed in the prison.

Lilida gave up a promising military post, applied for the civil servant in the Imperial Capital, and became the head jailer of the A-level detention center as he wished. He was chased by the old earl who hated iron and steel for three days and three nights.

Naryn: "What's the length?"

Levitra: "The chief jailer."

Naryn: "..."

"Relax, everything is fine." Levitra seemed to smile, "I'm still waiting for your good news."

His low-laughing voice is a bit less of his own characteristics, and more of the smell of three insects.

Naron thought to himself that if he is close, he will really be affected by the other side.

but--

"What the **** is the chief jailer?" Such an ancient non-mainstream profession still exists in an interstellar prison with fully automatic brain defense?

Levitra replied with a "hey" laugh.

"..."

Naron had no way of knowing what was going on in the heart of that obviously restless bad-eyed bug. But what he can be sure of is that his little friend, Levitra, has a long way to go...

Turning into a jailer or something, sounds very heavy.

Such an identity relationship can hardly see the slightest hope of returning to a good one!

"Hmm... I changed a new car, do you want to go for a ride?"

Naryn quietly offered the invitation and decided to change the subject.

The brain that didn't get enough sleep last night should have been tired and sleepy, but because of the impact of the car and the marriage proposal, the excitement was abnormal at this moment, and the news of Levitra's change of job made it even more difficult to calm down.

Erica’s voice was full of vicissitudes: "No, no, I was motion sick recently." The time of separation did not dispel his shadow of "Life and Death", he asked: "What kind of car is it? I remember you just bought it half a year ago. One."

Naron coughed, ready to humbly introduce the situation of his car.

Lei Da: "Forget it, in this regard, you are a **** who loves the new and dislikes the old. No matter how affectionate you describe it now, it will not change the outcome of your easy change of heart in the future."

Narren: "...The car is really getting updated too quickly."

Alida straightforwardly said: "Yes, if you continue at this speed, you will be reduced to the impoverished royal family."

Narren: "..." After spending a long time with the three insects, his little friend has changed.

This greeting between friends finally ended without a problem.

Naryn had the question of the invitation in his heart. The invitation only circulated in unfounded online messages and attendants' mouths seemed to hide some deep secret.

Naryn contacted his father and brother again, but the other party seemed unwilling to go into this topic, claiming that this was just an ordinary gathering.

Curiosity does not occupy all of life. Since you can't ask, let it be.

The truth is often mischievous. It will play hide-and-seek tricks when people are struggling to pursue it; it will also jump out to create fright when people choose to forget it.

That day, two days after Sells proposed to marry him, Naryn received a letter. After opening it, an invitation card with classical fancy characters appeared in sight. The hollow rosette gold ornaments reflected light luster, and the mysterious and weird "golden invitation card" didn't need him to look for it, but it was delivered by himself.

He opened the invitation. The text on it was extremely concise, indicating the time and place, plus a few basic polite words.

The communication request of Sells is lit up on the terminal at the right time.

"Baby, have you received the invitation?"

Naryn vaguely smelled a scent of conspiracy: "What did you do with me behind your back?"

Sells: "Turn over and look at the cover."

Naryn flipped the invitation card and looked for a circle. At a certain corner, he saw a line of elegant hot gold lettering: "Party...inviting party, Monte?"

"It's just a gathering between Mont and Charvie. If you want, we can just announce something at the gathering. Of course... if you don't want it, it will simply be a friendly banquet between the two."

Sells' voice came from behind.

Naryn turned around and saw the familiar Marshal, standing at the door of his house with a smile.

"Send you to work." Sells was dressed in a formal suit and looked more handsome than usual. "I knew I would be in your hands with the invitation, so I just delivered it myself."

Naryn looked at the invitation in his hand, then at Sells who was walking towards him, and said indifferently: "I'll go by myself, Hani will send me."

Sells frowned: "Who is Hani?"

The prince pointed his finger at the car in front of the door.

Sells: "..."

Naryn shook the invitation card: "Accept it first."

Unexpectedly, he didn't continue to ask? Sells hesitated to say something, and there was nowhere to talk about the manuscript. After studying it for a long time, he confirmed that there was no curious element in those gray-green eyes, and he was cheeky: "That baby sent me to the military."

Naryn didn't speak, and raised his chin to remind Sells: "It's not going in the way, right?"

The Marshal refused to follow him, leaning over, and wanted to kiss his partner, but was given a backhand reward.

"The gate."

The prince's refusal attitude was very firm, and a pair of sharp eyes were nailed to Sells.

After a while, the marshal surrendered: "The party..."

Narren: "Huh?"

"I will give you an explanation."

Hearing that, the prince did not show any emotional changes, turned and walked towards "Hani".

The marshal was a little panicked.

His original intention was to create surprises, even in order to achieve the final effect, he insisted.

But Naron seemed to be upset.

This made the Marshal who had zero emotional experience had to reflect on it. You must know that he is still groping for the control of surprises.

Sells followed and squeezed into the passenger seat.

The windows moved up slowly, and the windows with special films concealed everything inside.

Sells felt a rush of pressure on his body before he could sit still.

"It's going to be public..." Naren said solemnly, lowering his eyes condescendingly, "Yes."

Sells: "..."

Seeing that he didn't respond, Naryn emphasized: "I'm ready."

Except for Sells's pervasive followers, which is more troublesome, it is not difficult to open a relationship in front of the elders. His father is very open-minded in this respect (the old prince:!!!), and his relatives and friends are also rational enough (Leida:???), even if he doesn't like being talked about as a negotiator, but how many times in his life The protagonist drama, such as graduation ceremony, such as marriage, is always talked about.

Sells: "Naren?"

Naren, who was named, gave him a trusting slap on the shoulder, his eyes gleaming: "I hope what you have prepared will not disappoint me."

Sells: "..."

That day, Marshal Marshal, who was under a sudden increase in pressure, continued to "surprise" all night without sleeping.

Three days later, the banquet for the two finally arrived as scheduled.

The banquet is held in the evening and the venue is Vatican City in the center of the Imperial Capital. The Vatican is not a city, but a classical building covering a vast area, formerly the Old Palace. After the relocation of the royal family, it was left vacant, and after hundreds of years it was renovated and became a club building with unique historical significance.

Yasha's state banquets are often chosen as the venue, but all important banquets will be held here. This time the meeting between the two families was of course not at the stage of a state banquet, but it was also grand enough.

Sells brought Naren to the venue early and glanced around, probably knowing that all the invitations sent out were effective and everyone was there.

At the center of the round table, the silver-haired old prince Charles was silently looking at his eldest son. Unwilling to face the facts easily, one of them retired to the countryside, and one of them moved out of the house one after another. I was afraid that Naryn would come back and tell them some sad news. So it was not until last night that they slowly returned to the imperial capital...

As a result, the youngest son/brother is not at home! ! !

"I didn't return overnight while the family was away" Naren appeared with Sells...what else did they not understand.

The old prince forced a smile.

Not far away, the old director glanced at the gloomy Angri, and sat aside excitedly.

Since his son revealed to himself that he was leaving the order, Old Monte has experienced a trance—shock—excitement in a few seconds. He never expected that his future in-laws would be this old guy, but the two children are indeed a good match together. As a father, he slowly accepted the facts and became proactive.

"Why sit here?"

The old prince narrowed his eyes and watched him silently.

Old Monte smiled and patted him on the shoulder: "Oh, come, drink with you."

The old prince came in grief, lifted his glass, and drank it all in one fell swoop.

In order not to be an enlightened father who interfered too much with his children's relationship, he was heartbroken at every step when he came to the party!

At the next table, the well-behaved young man asked in a daze, "Grandpa, am I out of play?"

Old Marshal Hals rubbed the little grandson's head comfortingly: "There are thousands of young imperial talents, not bad for this one."

"But this one is the best."

Hals: "...Emotions cannot be judged by appearances."

"Love without beauty, don't worry about it."

The old Marshal Hals rolled up his sleeves and shot his grandson forehead, "Superficial!"

The superficial young man begged his grandfather to take him to sit there, wanting to observe his sweetheart's father up close.

Hals sighed and squeezed into the old prince's table with a shy old face.

Angri Charvey's eyes quickly locked on the thin young man.

Old Monte also said, "Uncle, this is your grandson? He looks really good."

The young man's eyes flashed and his face flushed with a smile: "Uncle Monte, hello."

There was a pair of cute dimples when he was laughing.

Old Monte also smiled: "This kid is good!" He looks pleasing, harmless to humans and animals, and sounds good when calling people.

The old prince who was left alone interjected in a survey: "Oh, he is the suitor of Little Monte."

Ya Ming's eyes flashed with his indifferent face throughout, and he transformed from a non-existent background wall into an imposing venomous snake, facing the young man who squeezed in, as if spitting out a snake letter.

Old Monte's smile froze at the corner of his mouth.

Almost forgot this, Hals did mention that his grandson was in love with his cub?

Look at the family, each is aggressive... the old prince looks serious, Yaming's eyes are oppressed, and under the double pressure, Hals's grandson bows his head in fear with his innocent glasses, and even Meng dare not sell it. .

Hals felt distressed, and just wanted to support his grandson to say something——

"Yes... I really like learning and seniors." With grandpa sitting behind him and his idol father in front of him, Little Hals gritted his teeth and gritted his teeth.

A cold light flashed in Yaming's eyes, "Oh? Senior."

The courage of little Hals was like a balloon inflated to the extreme, bursting with a prick, he replied with a bitter expression: "I just like... ever."

Yaming was noncommittal: "I like it."

Little Hals: "..."

The old marshal was not happy to see his grandson being frightened. I thought, this father and son are really smaller than the tip of a needle.

"Ha, ha, my son's greatest advantage is his single-mindedness, Angri." The old director spoke at a critical moment, lowered his voice and held down the new friend and whispered: "Don't tag my son. This is the same thing. He's okay."

Hals grandson and grandson: "..."

Only then did Charvie nod his head, neither humble nor overbearing.

The old director coughed, just about to say something to ease the atmosphere, his eyes fell not far ahead, and he stood up abruptly.

His abnormality caught the attention of the old prince, and he followed the line of sight, and happened to meet the charming and charming Mrs. Lihill. She smiled and blinked at the old prince.

Old Monte sat back in silence, his eyes rolling between his ex-wife and his new friend.

"Hey, Angri, you are still as vigorous as you were when you were young." Mrs. Lihill naturally sat on the other side of the old prince, speaking in an easy-going tone, as if greeting an old friend.

The disregarded Old Monte opened his mouth, feeling complicated and entangled.

The ancestral coldness of the Xia Erwei family manifested at this time, and the old prince was unmoved by the beauty, and calmly replied: "Madam."

Mrs. Rihir frowned lightly, seeming to be hurt by his nonchalant attitude.

She stretched out her hand and gently put it on the other's shoulder, took the wine glass with the other hand, and bowed her head slightly.

"Peng——"

A table of people turned their heads to look at Old Monte, and he lifted up the wine glass that had fallen on the table: "Hands slippery."

Mrs. Lihill glanced at him with a chuckle, and slowly continued to toast Charvie: "Where did you go? Angri, I'm so glad to see you today. We will have to move a lot in the future."

The old prince: "...I am glad to see you too, madam."

Old Monte looked at his ex-wife, then at Xia Erwei. At that moment, he didn't know what terrible scene he thought of.

After Mrs. Lihill finished drinking, she put down the cup: "In-law."

The old prince: "..."

Old Monte: "..."

Old Monte's mood seemed to suddenly loosen.

This woman who studies shopping malls is very good at mobilizing the atmosphere. Facing the indifference of the Charvey, instead of being isolated, she enjoys herself. The ex-husband looked at his wife who was more charming than when he was younger, and coughed: "Why are you here?"

Lihill stopped chattering with his future in-laws, his expression faded, "Of course I can't miss every important occasion in my son's life."

"What occasion?" Little Hals asked curiously.

Mrs. Lihill motioned Old Monte to look around: "Don't you think the number of people present is far greater than the invitations you sent?"

Old Monte perceives the anomaly: "What's the matter?"