The least likely is often true.
Sells had suspected more than once that Naryn was in collusion with Wormstar, and even once suspected that the gold-eating bug's accomplice "Landworm" was sheltered by the prince and hid in the house of Sharvi's family.
He couldn't find any check-in records of any suspicious person in any hotel in the imperial capital, and even checked the cameras on the streets, and found that the person disappeared near Hailin Street every time, and the house of Sharvi's family was located In the center of Hailin Street.
Whenever Lan Chong has an accident and is in crisis, Naren will always appear by coincidence. Whether it was the time in Longton Street or the day of the date.
Although he always said that Lanchong was full of lies, he had to admit that he was almost misled. For a long time, he never thought about the possibility that Lanchong was Naryn, but only thought that he was in collusion with Zongxing. And it has something to do with the Scepter case.
Until the opponent's flaws become more and more...
As it turned out, he was wrong.
Nalen is the one-night stand he's been looking for.
The person who was as unlucky as himself that night was Naren, but he was worse than himself.
He didn't have a deep impression of that night, probably because of the potion, he only vaguely remembered some vague pictures, knowing that he had left the ring of the master of the Monte family on that person.
Thinking of such a proud person being fucked by him... Confused and fascinated, he even roughly put the ring on an indescribable part... He couldn't help but touch his nose guiltily.
"No wonder you hate me so much." Feeling guilty, the marshal laughed shamelessly.
Thinking about it now, Naren did a bunch of inexplicable things, maybe just to bury this matter.
As for why it got mixed up with the gold-eating bug? At that time, you can question the gold-eater, he looks much more honest.
Naren nodded in his deep sleep. Sleeping in this position was uncomfortable, so Sells reached out and held his furry head.
Suddenly, he remembered what the bearded man in front of the hot spring club had confessed to him. Looking at Nalen's serious sleeping face, his heart seemed to be gently scratched by something.
—I really want to see the face of this guy under the stubble at that time.
Sometimes, Nalen Sharvi is simply a mysterious existence.
While the effect of the sleeping potion was still there, he pinched the limp paw hanging to the side, put it to his mouth and kissed it, with a gentle tone.
"His Royal Highness, who is excellent at deception, your tricks have been seen through."
The aircraft arrived at the trial court very quickly. Dia and the others were already waiting at the door. They couldn't help being surprised to see that there was no movement after the aircraft landed.
Andrea also came, and after waiting for a while, he asked, "Why haven't they come out yet?"
Di Ya guessed: "Is there going to be a fight?"
"It's okay, Nalen is not the Marshal's opponent." Andre stood still, not seeming worried.
Di Ya narrowed her eyes: "But I don't think it will be as simple as fighting."
The two looked at each other.
Dia: "Don't you think those two are getting weirder?"
Andrew nodded.
"Why don't we ask?" Di Ya eagerly said, "Or find another way to test it out."
Andrea resolutely refused: "I won't participate, don't ask me to accompany you."
Di Ya was very disappointed. The experience of countless failures made him feel that life was too much less fun, and he desperately hoped to have a little partner to advance and retreat with.
After a long time, the hatch finally opened.
The central character of the topic, Selce Mount, was holding his liar at the moment, and appeared in front of everyone with a calm face.
Nalen is tall and slender, not suitable for being hugged horizontally. Just the two long legs give people a sense of embarrassment with nowhere to rest. However, the person holding him is Sayers, so this picture does not appear to be Abrupt, and somewhat... unexpected harmony
Di Ya felt her eyelids twitch.
In short, Sells came down from the aircraft with Naren in his arms, and when passing them, he also told them to prepare some delicious food, oh, no more fruit.
Di Ya said in a complicated way that it was okay, and then watched the back of his boss with Andrea.
"Honestly, will we have another marshal's wife in the future?" Di Ya's eyes were full of worry.
Andrea let out a "hmm".
Di Ya covered her face: "I originally thought that having such an immediate boss was already my biggest test."
However, he suspects that he is about to usher in a more difficult and bad-tempered boss wife.
Andrea stepped forward.
Dia was stunned: "—Where are you going?"
"Prepare the food." Andrea said blankly, "Then wait for tomorrow's court session."
When Nalen woke up, he felt that his brain was very relaxed, and most of the fatigue of the day was swept away. He was surprised that he fell asleep on the aircraft, and he got out of the bed with his head covered, and began to look at the surrounding environment.
This is a room with simple facilities, there is not much furniture in it, and the light is not bright.
He found the switch, adjusted the brightness, and immediately saw more clearly.
"woke up?"
Naren was taken aback, turned his head suddenly, and saw Sells sitting on the lounge chair next to the bed, holding a glowing terminal in his hand, looking at himself intently.
"Why are you here?"
"You slept for two hours." Sells recounted what happened after he fell asleep: "This is the reception area of the trial court. In another eight hours, you should accept the first round of cross-examination."
Nalen looked at him and said, "Then I will rest for a while, you can go out."
Sells lightly touched the terminal with his finger, and refused without looking up: "You are a suspect now, and I am in charge of guarding you."
Naren didn't move: "You can send someone to guard the door!"
Sells shook his head: "I prefer to do it myself."
Do it yourself? Why didn't he know that Sells still had this hobby - keeping close watch over the suspect's bedside
Naren lifted the quilt and just wanted to get up to refute... Then he was horrified to find that he was not wearing pants and his coat was gone? !
"what have you done?"
Sells was a little puzzled by his sharp attitude, and asked back: "I took off your clothes for you, do you want to wear them to sleep?"
He pointed to the clothes that were scratched by thorns and stained with mud, and said thoughtfully: "I have had someone prepare new clothes for you."
"..." Nalen opened his mouth, and found that the reason given by the other party was reasonable, and there was no room for criticism.
After retracting the quilt with a straight face, he quietly stretched out his hand to touch his chest, and found that the buttons of his shirt were well buttoned, and he couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief.
"Is the imperial marshal so leisurely?"
Sells gestured to the terminal: "I'm busy."
busy
Just as Nalen was about to say something more, Sells raised an index finger and put it against his lips: "Shhh, keep sleeping. If you're hungry, the food is in the warmer."
"..." There is an inexplicable feeling of aggrieved being treated as a young child!
Naren cursed a few times inwardly, then fell back into the bed limply, and turned his back to the person—could he still rush to disturb the marshal's daily affairs
So full of resentment, Naren closed his eyes and scolded Searles. After a long while, he found himself becoming more and more awake, and he was still a little hungry.
Turning over and getting out of bed, ignoring a caretaker who was working hard, Naren silently turned over the warming cabinet.
"..."
The variety of food in the cabinet is astounding. From staple food to snacks, there are many kinds, which look very tempting.
He took out a meatball soup, and picked up a night of cheese baked rice. After thinking about it, he chose another fried chicken. Before he left, he saw his beloved vanilla cake.
Naren: "..."
Hunger makes people greedy.
He decided to take them all away!
Sells on the side looked silently at a certain bare-legged prince, sitting quietly at the table with food for multiple people.
—It seems that he can eat more than he expected.
He lowered his head and poked the terminal casually a few times with his fingers—the screen flickered, and it was frozen into a dark-haired man who was twitching his fingers secretly.
Sells smiled contentedly.
Nalen's eating appearance is not ugly. Even though he eats fast, his posture is very elegant. Even if there are occasional small secret movements, it is difficult to make people feel rude.
it's beautiful.
The marshal's smile became more obvious.
When Nalen was almost done eating, he lowered his head and continued with his "business".
"Where's my terminal?" Naren, who finished his midnight snack, also wanted to watch news online.
Sells looked away from the screen, and what he saw was a pair of long white legs, and above that was a dark shirt with a hem that was too long.
"You mean this?" He controlled his tone, calmly took out something, and shook it at Naren.
Nalen: "!!!"
Communicator!
He quickly stretched out his arm, trying to snatch it back.
Sells was faster than him, and when he withdrew his hand, he was caught in the air.
Naren: "..."
"Huh? I didn't expect you to use this too." Sayers said in surprise. The terminal has very comprehensive functions, and the communicator is only a niche product. It is unreasonable for a dignified prince to use a communicator.
Nalen said coldly, "Give it back to me."
Sells handed it to him, and after a while took out another familiar object—the prince's personal terminal.
Naren scowled.
Fortunately, the marshal quickly handed over the terminal, and said seriously: "I shouldn't give you any communication equipment. After all, you are in a special situation, but I trust you."
Nalen: "Oh, then don't stay here, I won't run away."
Sells: "…"
Seeing his face, he knew it was over, Naren sneered, for this paper-like trust!
After he took the terminal, he found that his information was about to explode.
The speed at which the news spread in the circle of the imperial capital was astonishing, and within a short while, his relatives and friends sent condolences one after another. Nalen replied one by one, and found that Elida had not sent any message.
Sighing, I don't know if he already knows Lan Jia's true identity.
Although Sells said he believed in himself, so he didn't really supervise his communication equipment, Naren was still a little worried. After replying to the message, he put the terminal aside, and the communicator was never touched.
He didn't want to risk anything under Sayers' nose.
The room was silent, and the two parties did not know that a powerful gossip about them was brewing online.
Princess Shasha finally recovered from the blow and logged into her social account. Countless euphemistic or direct inquiries bombarded her message prompts.
Who bullied her at the opening ceremony of the hunting festival
"Naron Sharvi!"
The sonorous and forceful exclamation point showed Xiao Gongju's inner resentment. Through the screen, it seemed as if she could imagine her furious look.
The fans who got the response scratched their heads. Does this name sound familiar
I don't know who reacted first, and said in surprise: "Xialv? Prince!"
As soon as this sentence appeared, a group of people began to chat.
"Who is that? Also a dignitary in the imperial capital?"
"I seem to remember it. I remember that the relationship between him and the marshal is not harmonious. A few days ago, he was elected as the TOP1 most likely to steal the scepter."
"Shouldn't Charvie be an old man?"
"Please, it's little Sharvie!"
"I searched, why did Mao only find this picture?"
The picture is a still photo of the serious and cold old prince in uniform when he was young.
Everyone's first reaction was: "Ma Ma, this person is killing me!"
Then, the wind direction changed.
"...Actually, he's quite handsome."
"It's kind of handsome."
"Oh, I can't help but blush."
"Ouch, I can't help but my legs are weak."
"you… "
…
"Wake up everyone in front! That's Angri Xialvui, the filming time was twenty years ago, it doesn't match at all!"
Soon, everyone discovered the problem. This Sharvi is not that Sharvi.
So, who is Naren Sharvi
For a moment, everyone was eager to move, and they searched his personal information one after another, only to find out in horror: In this age of Internet development, the other party has not released a single personal photo.
"Based on my years of experience, he must be extremely ugly!"
"Either it's an antique."
"But the back view is uncontrollable..."
"Alas?"
"Yes, the flashing back, high-definition.jpg"
"..."
Just when everyone was speculating, someone stood up.
"Look I found a big baby!"
The back photo of Mora secretly taken in the hot spring club appeared in everyone's sight. This back is known as the back of the male god who has seen the sun. It once set off a hurricane-like climax on the live broadcast platform. Unexpectedly, it turned out again at this time .
"This is the photo of the mysterious man posted by the goddess-level anchor of the 'Fish Tooth' platform a few weeks ago."
The whistleblower is obviously a frequent visitor to the live broadcast room, and began to describe the source of the photos.
"You know, the real identity of this female anchor is the daughter of General Iss of the Imperial Capital. She was invited to attend the banquet hosted by Prince Naryn at the Sunset Volcano that day, and broadcast the live broadcast of the attractions. At the end of the end, she sent out the following A photo of the back, without any explanation. At the opening ceremony today, I felt familiar... Seeing Princess Shasha's message, I can basically confirm that it is the same person."
After that, someone jumped out and posted a picture.
The picture was blurry and the angle was very clear, but the crowd still recognized the handsome face of the Imperial Marshal who was highly recognizable.
Everyone said: "Tell your story!"
"I ran into the Marshal in the cafe that day. He seemed to be having dinner with someone. Look at the person sitting next to the Marshal. Is it possible that he is from the back?"
"... It's all blurred into a phantom."
The whistleblower who was anxious about his camera skills was scolded mercilessly.
"Actually... you can still see that person's hairstyle, black, with curly ends?"
The discovery was startling.
Comparing the previous screenshots of the back, the more people looked at the hairstyle, the more they felt that the hairstyle was similar.
—Thinking about it.
If this is the case... then Princess Shasha is not worth mentioning in front of such a mysterious person. Could it be that someone really seduced the male god without their knowledge
No!
The possibility is stifling.
In the dead silence, the person who took the photo said cautiously: "That man... is better looking than the marshal, I, I feel like... I like that one better."
"..."
"..."
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