Of course it was Sells, their good son. After receiving a positive answer from Nalen, he printed countless invitations overnight and invited 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 Sellsmont was dressed in a suit, with a faint smile on his face, which was a little softer than the previous cold and rigorous. Behind him was Prince Naryn who was dressed up for the meeting.
Most of the people who were invited were people from the elite circle of the imperial capital. Over the years, they had heard many rumors of the two people's disagreements. Now seeing the appearance of husband and wife, their emotions are hard to describe.
There was a brief commotion in the venue.
A small number of young people who had a remote relationship and had never met Naryn poked their heads and looked around curiously. There was an invisible light in their eyes, and the etiquette lessons they had received since childhood barely maintained their basic decency, and they only stared at the two people at the door with scorching eyes.
The walking luminous body can attract people's attention everywhere. Nalen, who followed behind, looked at Sels' back and curled his lips. He felt that this person was very dignified and especially capable of pretending.
[When a person goes crazy, he will respect mortals as gods; he will regard gooses as fairies, completely idolatrous.]
"The group of people are staring at you." He said in a low voice, "Marshal of the Empire, the show is as grand as ever."
Sells turned sideways and wrapped his right hand around Naren's waist. Of course he would not tell him that the reason for such a strong staring salute was because there was a Prince Sharvie standing beside him.
He led the people into the venue very naturally.
The picture of Monte and Shalvet walking side by side gave the audience a lot of visual impact, and the rumors about their disagreement shattered into dust.
Sitting at a table with a group of young talents, Chelf Brothers stared at the hand around the prince's waist, feeling very uncomfortable.
Brother: "No wonder they walk together on the hunting festival."
Brother: "We also visited Crescent Lake together."
It turns out that all the disagreements are just a fake cloak, and everyone has taken their eyes off it.
Mora adjusted her facial expression to the camera, closed the live broadcast interface, turned her head and corrected: "No, it should be said that most people see it very accurately."
Brother Chelf: "???"
Mora professionally turned off the camera after Nalen and Sells entered the arena, but did not turn off the audio recording.
"At least, my companions said that the ending is right." The famous female anchor showed an ambiguous smile: "Ha, standing together is really eye-catching."
Ever since the Chelf brothers were robbed of the limelight by Sayles and Nalen, it was once attributed to their appearance. After many years, the two brothers, who are much more mature, thought about it... still feel that appearance is a big problem.
The younger brother said sourly: "Marshal is not a person who values appearance." Otherwise, he wouldn't have waited so many years before he suddenly fell in love with the prince.
Brother: "Perhaps the tit-for-tat confrontation before was just the fun of the two of them."
younger brother:"… "
Brother: "When did they get together?"
Brother: "I bet this year."
Brother: "I... I bet... I don't bet."
Mo La glanced at the message interface, and said: "Okay, okay, I know what you are thinking, but the principle of being a human being is very important."
Brother Chelf: "???"
Mo La sighed: "I can't take this kind of risk. I can only find a way to go and have a few words with them. It's good to hear the voice."
Brother Chelf: "Mola, who are you talking to?"
Mora smiled: "Those smart people with precise vision."
Chelf: "..."
The wise men with sharp vision are weeping in the storm.
The goddess Mora squatted in the live broadcast room every day, and today she finally smelled the heavyweight gossip, but the screen went black and she didn't see anything.
The main column of this female anchor is live travel, whether it is the sunset volcano before, or the hunting jungle, and today's Vatican City, every time she introduces bricks, tiles, plants and trees to the audience conscientiously and responsibly. Can…
Vatican City is indeed synonymous with state banquets, and the decoration inside has a historical aftertaste! But they're not here to see the sights!
The message area has been occupied by wailing, countless people begging for pictures, the scene was once very "unbearable".
Mora has a firm and ruthless attitude towards the "waiting for food" fans.
On the other side, he didn't know that there was a group of people coveting his prince thousands of miles away, so he was a little dazed at the moment.
He only thought that Sells' "publicity" was just announcing their relationship as a couple under the witness of both parents. But to his surprise, this banquet was not the "public meeting" he thought.
A lot more people arrived at the venue than he expected. The so-called "family banquet" seems to have become a carnival for the upper echelons of the entire imperial capital, from grandparents to infants waving their short hands... The list of Sels' invitees is estimated to be a long one.
A melodious melody sounded in the venue, and the exquisite cold dishes were placed by the waiters. Naren sat at the main table and suddenly recognized the delicacies on the table, which were made by Hagrid.
The god-level chef who lived in seclusion on the Saiers warship returned to the imperial capital early because of an unspeakable task when he was in Darji...
Nalen turned his head and was taken aback for a moment, but Sells was gone.
The Marshal passed through the crowd and stood in the center of the venue.
Nalen was inexplicably nervous, and her straight back showed beautiful lines against the backdrop of the dress.
The dark eyes seem to be filled with the brilliance of the rising sun, casting towards the lover not far away through the ethereal void. Searles spoke, and his low, mellow voice flowed slowly like a spring. It was not an old-fashioned and boring speech, but an oath.
Naren recognized that it was the only courtship poem ever written by his favorite poet.
Sells had deliberately asked him to write poems to Doni to express his thoughts, but Nalen didn't write them, but chose the poems of his predecessors to deal with it. Unexpectedly, Sells remembered it in his heart.
The ceiling on the top floor of Vatican City slowly moved down following the voices of the people on the stage, revealing a river of bright stars. The lights in the venue were all dimmed, and people exclaimed. Countless silver fireworks suddenly lit up in the distant sky. The silver flames were burning in the dark blue night sky. At night, the windows of the imperial capital opened one by one, revealing curious faces.
At that moment, the imperial capital was as bright as day, and the soothing music echoed in the streets and alleys.
In the venue, everything fell silent, only Sells was whispering, and his voice turned into a moving background sound, making people feel the affection contained in it without having to understand every word.
Naryn heard his name repeated from the man's lips. Sells was watching him, waiting for a response.
The prince was shocked.
There was no sign before that that there was any romantic factor in the Imperial Marshal, but everything in front of him proved that this feast has been planned for a long time, and it cannot be completed overnight.
"Naron." Sells didn't mean to urge, and called his name again.
He proposed to him: "Will you accept my surname and give me that of Charvie?"
Nalen opened his mouth, and his eloquent tongue got knotted frequently after meeting Searles. He asked, "Could it be that the last marriage proposal was just a rehearsal?"
Sells laughed: "Whether it's a marriage proposal or a marriage, as long as it's with the baby, as many times as possible are feasible."
Nalen's ears turned red.
Sells walked up to him with long legs.
Nalen asked softly, "What if I didn't agree last time?"
Sells: "I'll wait."
Preparations for this time-consuming marriage proposal feast began many days ago. Whether it is the selection of the venue, the fireworks show, or even the list of guests, all aspects have been considered. Marshal Selce the Man of the Field devoted himself to this, and spent half his life's wisdom on it.
He asked, "Can I kiss my fiancé?"
Nalen: "... What if I suddenly disagree?"
Sells was distressed: "Then can I forcefully kiss my fiancé?"
Naren: "..."
He felt that he should give him a slap in the face at this moment. The smiling marshal seemed to be very satisfied, which made the bad-hearted who had been lurking for a long time ready to move. He didn't want Sells to succeed in such a perfect way, after all, he had played tricks before. It's a pity that the idea of this small force was quickly extinguished by overwhelming expectations.
"Can."
The awkward His Royal Highness, faced with 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 City were kept on.
The next day, the military announcement and the news media announced the engagement announcement at the same time. The two couples held hands and spread dog food in an "overwhelming" manner.
Overnight, the whole country was shaken, everyone threw out their terminals angrily, and protested to the propaganda department one after another, monstrous anger swept across, and faced with the news of the idol's sudden engagement, everyone asked heart-piercing questions at the same time.
"Why! Still shameless?!!!"
Holding a hand in hand and want to get away with it
The gossip crowd ran away.
The image of the idol leaving the single, the followers tearing up the "rival" and cursing in unison did not appear. They rolled up their sleeves, denounced the marshal with majestic momentum, and claimed to have followed him for many years, just to see the marshal's wife!
"Don't show it."
The marshal's counterattack was sharp and crisp.
"...Although I have liked Marshal for many years, but this time I can't help but turn my fans into black."
"I've seen Your Highness, Sels has sinister intentions! He wants to monopolize His Highness!"
"Despicable man, you are probably playing with fire."
"Ah, Su, who was surprised by the marshal today. Whether we don't look at it or not, we only need to look at you."
"I listened to the audio in the live broadcast room, and I was so teased by the marshal that I lost myself, but! A marriage proposal without a face is incomplete after all!"
"If this goes on like this, I'm going to hate because of love."
For a long time, someone asked—
"At the wedding in the middle of next year, who will form a group with me to promote the marshal and enter the venue to grab the prince?"
"Me, me, me!"
"Add me!"
"I've already planned to fly the ancestral helicopter, go through the guards, and do a full 360 degree exposure of the wedding in mid-air!"
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The author has something to say: This is the end of the text! Thank you for your support all the way, the ending was deleted, deleted and modified, and this version was finally established. Afterwards, there will be a small episode of exposure and daily cookies, and there may be episodes of gold bugs and big cousins.