The identities of Xu Linfeng and He Chen were explained, and the question was naturally answered, and Shen Siyuan now completely understood the reason why this kid refused to tell him about his family background.

“…… Well, mom is busy, he's not hurt, are you going to talk to him? Oh...... This hero will take care of his ......"

Shen Siyuan: "......"

Shen Siyuan was really a little disillusioned, thinking that the legendary prince actually had this style of painting? Shouldn't it be a few small islands for a vacation carnival when you are free, and you can eat more than 100 dishes for a meal, and you can sell all kinds of rare treasures?

What the hell is this neurotic who is full of food and running away from home and opening and closing his mouth is "this hero"?

After He Chen hung up the phone, he exhaled a long breath.

Shen Siyuan shouted at him: "Second prince? ”

He Chen: "......"

He Chen said embarrassedly: "You, you know......"

Shen Siyuan: "At that time, you refused to sue me because your father was the emperor?" ”

He Chen didn't answer, and looked at his fingers weakly.

Shen Siyuan smiled, suddenly turned his back to He Chen, and stretched out his hand to reach the backpack next to him. Because of the distance, he was almost lying on the sofa, and his T-shirt was pulled up, revealing a white waist.

He Chen secretly glanced at him with his spare eyes, and saw that Shen Siyuan had opened his backpack and been looking for something, and he wouldn't look back for a while, so he was staring at his waist brightly.

Shen Siyuan's skin is delicate and smooth, and the muscle lines are not obvious, so his waist is very soft, He Chen is itchy to see it, licks his upper lips, hesitates for a while, and finally leans forward intently, stretches out his index finger and gently presses it.

Shen Siyuan was startled, covering the place where he was poked and almost jumped up: "What are you doing?!" ”

At the moment of separation, He Chen took the opportunity to press it again.

It's so soft and it's so elastic...... He Chen was shocked by the touch, and his whole body was as if he had been electrified, crispy and numb.

He looked at Shen Siyuan innocently with those deep and dark eyes: "Are you angry and ignore me?" ”

“…… What kind of expression do you have, how could I be angry about such a thing? Shen Siyuan wanted to be angry, but he couldn't resist being looked at like this, and after hearing his cautious tone and what he said, he felt very funny.

He handed the thing he had just found to He Chen, and said speechlessly, "This one is returned to you, thank you." ”

It was the watch that He Chen gave him in the basement.

"Oh......" He Chen answered vaguely, the location alarm had already been turned off, and he said with a dodgy look, "No thanks, no thanks, it should be......" I thought to myself, how about you, it's not that you can't escape from the palm of my hand.

The two of them lost their topic and sat on the sofa in silence for a while.

He Chen touched the strap and looked at Xu Linfeng, who was busy not far away, frowned, and it took a long time to retract his gaze and sigh.

Shen Siyuan saw him like this for the first time, and understood that he remembered what happened just now, but he didn't know how to comfort him. He wanted to reach out and pat him on the shoulder like Xu Linfeng, but he was worried that this action was too intimate.

But fortunately, He Chen opened his mouth first: "I finally know why my dad won't let my mom go to work...... I didn't even know he was working so dangerously. ”

"......" Shen Siyuan did not answer, because he could not respond to this topic.

In his previous life, he was a soldier, although the functions of his work department were different from Xu Linfeng's, but they were all for the purpose of maintaining national security and stability. Even though there will be bloodshed and sacrifices, it is what they must bear, and from the moment he puts on the military uniform, he has taken over this responsibility, and so has Xu Linfeng.

Chang Sili did not care about his body, and martyred the country's urgency.

So he understood that Xu Linfeng would not give up, not to mention that this country had a double meaning to him.

He Chen didn't plan to talk to Shen Siyuan anymore, and he emptied his focus as if he was thinking about something else.

The Nebula is a private jet of the royal family, and it looks like it is not much different from a regular airliner on the outside, but the interior decoration is completely different.

As a custom-made aircraft for the emperor, the Nebula has been built into the world's best security aircraft, with dedicated office areas, rest areas and reception areas, etc., divided into two floors, comparable to a mobile castle in the sky.

He didn't have an accurate idea of royalty when he was in the safe house, but after getting on the plane, the difference between the classes suddenly became apparent. Although he was calm on the surface, he couldn't help but feel a little cramped.

He Chen and Shen Siyuan sat together, talking occasionally, and introduced him to some basic information about Tulin.

But I was probably too tired, and it didn't take long for me to yawn and fall asleep in a daze.

Seeing this, Xu Linfeng made a silent gesture to his colleagues, walked to He Chen's side, and held his shoulders to let him lie down slowly. He took the blanket from the butler's hand and covered him gently, tucked it carefully, turned off the lights around him, and then took his things directly to the second floor.

Shen Siyuan couldn't take his eyes off until Xu Linfeng's back disappeared from sight. When he retracted his attention, he realized that his throat was a little blocked.

There was a strong desire in his heart, but he was bitter because he couldn't get it—he was envious of He Chen.

The flight time from Ningxi to Witon was about three hours, a distance that spanned almost the entire Túrind Empire. Halfway through, a staff member of the National Security Bureau took Shen Siyuan to the second floor and asked him to restore the appearance of Parrett and others.

After finishing his work, Shen Siyuan began to organize and pack the number of jù in the terminal, and began to restore the fù program. In the meantime, a servant brought dinner, set up a piece of tableware, made a gesture to him to please, and then stood aside in an orderly manner.

The staple food is light pasta, which I think Xu Linfeng specially explained.

"Have a nice meal, sir." The manservant said politely.

“…… Thank you. "The restaurants of the Free Federation use all machine Qì waiters, and when they are replaced by humans, Shen Siyuan is still a little uncomfortable.

Upon arrival in Witton City, the plane's speed slowed down and then circled in the air. Shen Siyuan looked out the window curiously, the city here was not tired of him no matter what, until he saw a truly amazing architectural complex-

In the interior of the city, where the high-rise buildings are towering, a large flat land suddenly appears, and the huge palace complex forms a solemn geometric pattern in the center, like an abstract oil painting. The majestic white stone walls of the main palace echo the magnificent garden square in front of it, and the huge stone sculptures of knights stand in the fountain pool, and the long gongs held high soar into the sky.

As the Nebula kept getting closer to the ground, He Chen finally woke up with a frown, yawned, and rubbed his ears uncomfortably.

The airport station is located in the garden of the apse of the palace, and after landing, Shen Siyuan saw that there were already people standing at the end of the line, orderly and straight, it should be the Royal Guard.

After landing, the entourage lined up in turn, Xu Linfeng came down from the second floor, He Chen and Shen Siyuan followed him, and the staff followed.

The servant opened the hatch, and when Shen Siyuan went out, he stretched out his head to look at the palace, but his pupils shrank slightly in shock, and he didn't dare to move another half step.

The tall and straight man, dressed in black, stood with his hands in his hands surrounded by the guards, his expression was arrogant and indifferent, his thin lips pursed into a perfect straight line, like a sharp blade out of the sheath, with an extremely strong sense of oppression.

Almost the moment he saw him, Shen Siyuan knew his identity.

It was the supreme ruler of the empire, the emperor of Túrin, He Yuanzheng.