Intergalactic Era of Gossip

It was Sels, their good son. After getting the affirmative answer from Naren, he printed countless invitations overnight, inviting most of the dignitaries in the imperial capital. Even she, who didn't intend to join in the fun, changed her mind temporarily because of the change in the nature of the banquet.

During the conversation, the host of the banquet arrived.

Marshal Celsmont was dressed in a suit, with a faint smile on his face, which was a little softer than the coldness and rigor of the past. Behind him is Prince Naryn who is dressed up for the party.

Most of the people who were invited were people in the imperial capital circle. Over the years, I had heard many rumors of disagreement between the two of them. At this moment, I saw that I turned into a posture like Ruofufu, and my mood was unspeakable.

There was a brief commotion in the venue.

A small number of young people in remote relationships who have never met Naron, poked their heads and looked curiously. An invisible light burst into their eyes, and the etiquette lessons they had received since childhood barely maintained their basic decency, only staring at the two people at the door with scorching eyes.

The walking luminous body can attract people's gaze everywhere, and Naren, who is following behind, looks at Sells's back, curls his lips, and feels that this person is more respectful and especially capable of pretending.

[When a person goes crazy, he will respect mortals as gods; he will treat the goose as a fairy, completely idol worshiping. 】

"The group of people are staring at you," he said in a low voice, "Marshal of the Empire, the pomp is as grand as ever."

Sells leaned over and wrapped his right hand around Naryn's waist. Of course he would not tell him that such a strong eye-catching ceremony was because there was a Prince Charles next to him.

He took the people and walked into the venue very naturally.

The picture of Mont and Charvey coming side by side gave a lot of visual impact to the audience, and the rumors about the disagreement between the two were shattered into powder.

The Cherff brothers sat at the table with a group of young talents, staring at the hand that was holding the prince's waist, feeling very uncomfortable in their hearts.

Brother: "No wonder they walked together on Hunting Day."

Brother: "I also visited Crescent Lake together."

It turned out that all the disagreements were just false coats, and everyone looked away.

Mora adjusted his facial expressions at the camera, closed the live broadcast interface, and turned his head to correct: "No, it should be said that most people see it accurately."

Cherff brothers: "???"

Mora professionally turned off the camera after Naryn and Sells entered the field, but did not turn off the audio recording.

"At least, my companions are in the end." The famous female anchor gave an ambiguous smile: "Ha, they are really seductive to stand together."

Since the Cherff brothers were robbed of the limelight by Sells and Naryn one after another, it was once attributed to a problem of appearance. After many years, the more mature brothers thought about it...still felt that appearance accounted for a big problem.

The younger brother said bitterly: "Marshal is not a person who values ​​appearance." Otherwise, he wouldn't have to wait so many years before he suddenly fell in love with the prince.

Brother: "Maybe the previous tit-for-tat is just the taste of the two."

younger brother:"……"

Brother: "When did they get together?"

Brother: "I bet this year."

Brother: "I...I bet...I don't bet."

Mora glanced at the message interface and said, "Alright, alright, I know what you are thinking, but the principles of life are very important."

Cherff brothers: "???"

Mora sighed: "I can't take this risk. I can only find a way to say a few words to them in the past, and it's not bad to listen to them."

Brother Cherff: "Mora, who are you talking to?"

Mora smiled: "Those smart people with precise eyes."

Cherff: "..."

Smart people with precise vision are crying in the storm.

Goddess Mora squatted in the live broadcast room every day. Today, I finally smelled the heavyweight gossip. As a result, the picture went dark and nothing was shown.

The main column of the female anchor is live travel, whether it is the sunset volcano before, or the hunting jungle, as well as today's Vatican City, every time she conscientiously introduces the audience brick by brick, grass and trees. Can……

Vatican City deserves to be synonymous with state banquets, the decoration inside is very historical! But they are not here to visit the attractions!

The message area has been occupied by wailing, and countless people rushing around asking for the picture, the scene was once very "unbearable".

Mora faced the fans of "Aoao Waiting for Feeding" with a firm and ruthless attitude.

On the other side, I didn't know that there was a group of eye-catching people tens of thousands of miles away coveting his prince, and he was a little dazed at the moment.

He only thought that Sells's "openness" was just an announcement of their relationship with each other under the witness of both parents. But to his surprise, this banquet was not what he thought was an "open meeting."

Many more people arrived at the venue than he expected. The so-called "family banquet" seems to have become a carnival banquet for the upper echelons of the entire imperial capital, from the grandfather generation to the infant generation who waved their short hands... The list of Selsi's invitations is estimated to be a long scroll.

The melodious melody sounded in the venue, and the exquisite cold dishes were put on the table by the waiters. Sitting at the main table, Naryn suddenly recognized the food on the table, which was made by Hagrid.

The god-level chef who was hiding on the Sails warship returned to the imperial capital early due to an unspeakable mission when he was in Darji...

Naryn turned his head, and for a moment, Sells was gone.

The Marshal passed through the crowd and stood in the center of the venue.

Naryn was a little nervous for no apparent reason, and his straight back showed beautiful lines against the backdrop of the dress.

The dark eyes seemed to be filled with the brilliance of the rising sun, thrown at the lover not far away through the ethereal void. Sells spoke, and the low-alcohol voice like a fountain slowly came down. It was not a staid and boring speech, but an oath.

Naryn heard it. It was the only courtship poem written by a poet he liked.

Sells had deliberately asked him to write poems to Duny to show his feelings of miss. Naryn did not write, but chose poems from his predecessors to deal with it. Unexpectedly, Sells remembered it in the bottom of my heart.

The ceiling of the top floor of the Vatican city slowly moved down with the voice of the people on the stage, revealing the dazzling galaxy. The lights in the venue were all dimmed, and people exclaimed. Suddenly countless silver fireworks lit up in the distant sky, and the silver flames were burning in the deep blue night sky. At night, the windows of the imperial capital opened one by one, and curious faces appeared.

At that moment, the imperial capital was as bright as day, and the soothing music reverberated in the streets and alleys.

In the venue, everything fell silent, only Sells was whispering, his voice turned into a moving background sound, and people could feel the affection contained in it without having to understand every word.

Naryn heard his name ringing from the man’s lips repeatedly, and Sells was watching him, quietly waiting for a response.

The prince was shocked.

There was no indication that there was any romantic element in the imperial marshal before, but all the things in front of him confirmed that this feast was planned for a long time and could not be completed overnight.

"Naren." Sells didn't mean to urge, and called his name again.

He asked him to marry him: "Would you like to accept my surname and give me Charvy's surname?"

Narren opened his mouth, his eloquent tongue knotted frequently after meeting Sells. He asked, "Is the last proposal just a rehearsal?"

Sells laughed: "Whether it is a proposal or a marriage, as long as it is with a baby, how many times is feasible."

Narren's ears were red.

Sells stepped away from his long legs and walked in front of him.

Narren asked in a whisper, "What if I didn't agree last time?"

Sells: "I will wait."

This time-consuming marriage proposal feast had already begun many days ago. Whether it is venue selection, fireworks show, or even the banquet list, all considerations have been made. Marshal Sells Sceneman Mont, worked hard for this and spent half of his life's wisdom on it.

He asked: "Can I kiss my fiance?"

Narren: "...what if I suddenly disagree?"

Sells was distressed: "Then can I kiss my fiance forcibly?"

Naryn: "..."

He felt that he should give him a stab at this moment, and the smiling Marshal looked complacent, making the evil eyes that had been lurking for a long time around. He didn't want Sells to succeed so successfully, after all, he had been playing mystery before. It is a pity that the idea of ​​this small force was quickly extinguished by the overwhelming expectation.

"Can."

The awkward Prince, facing the show of love, was still generous this time and accepted it very quickly.

That night, the imperial capital set off fireworks for several hours, and the lights in the Vatican did not go out.

The next day, the military notice and the news media announced the engagement announcement at the same time. The two prospective husbands held hands and spread dog food in an "overwhelming" manner.

Suddenly, the whole country shook. Everyone threw out the terminal angrily and protested to the propaganda department. The monstrous anger swept through. Faced with the news of the idol's sudden engagement, all of them sent out heart-piercing questions.

"Why! Still faceless?!!!"

Want to fool around with a hand-in-hand photo?

The gossip crowd ran away.

The idols left the list, the followers tore their "love rivals", and the scene of cursing in unison did not appear. They rolled up their sleeves and condemned the marshal with majestic aura, claiming to have followed for many years, just to see the marshal's wife!

"Don't show it."

The marshal's response was neat and straightforward.

"...Although I have liked the Marshal for many years, I can't help but turn black this time."

"I've seen His Royal Highness, Sells is sinister! He wants to monopolize His Highness alone!"

"Despicable man, you are afraid you are playing with fire."

"Ahhhh, the Marshal was surprised by Su today. Don't look at it, we only need to look at you."

"I listened to the audio in the live broadcast room, and the marshal stalked me without myself, but! A faceless marriage proposal is incomplete after all!"

"If this continues, I will have hatred for love."

For a long time, someone asked—

"For the wedding in the middle of next year, who will form a team with me to push the marshal and enter the court to grab the prince?"

"I, I, I!"

"Add me!"

"I have planned to drive an ancestral helicopter, pass through the guards, and have a 360-degree full exposure of the wedding in mid-air!"

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The author has something to say: This is the end of the body part! Thank you for your support all the way, the ending is deleted, deleted, and changed, and this version is finally established. Later, there will be exposure of Xiaofanwai and daily cookies, and there may be fanwai of gold worms and big cousins.