The paper man I raised is a dragon boss

The prison guard waiting outside the cell had just finished smoking a cigarette when he heard the sound of the cell door opening.

He froze for a moment and glanced at the light screen.

In less than 10 minutes, the interrogation of His Highness and Lord Shengzi is over?

Those prisoners were quite able to resist. After two days of torture, they didn't pry out much useful things. What can I ask in 10 minutes...

"They are willing to write down the list of rebels they know. Go over and give them pens and paper. After writing a copy, give it to His Majesty, and send the other copy to His Highness's house."

"Yes..." the prison guard shuddered.

How many prisoners were recruited?

What method did Master Shengzi use...

He glanced at Han Yuan's hand hanging by his side in fear, always feeling that it was covered with blood that couldn't be washed off.

"Can you make another copy and send it to the residence of Lord Son?"

"No need."

"……Yes."

After explaining everything, they didn't stay any longer and left the prison quickly.

"Your Highness, are you sending Master Han Yuan back to the palace now?"

Nan Xiao took a few steps onto the starship, and was about to nod when he suddenly heard Han Yuan's deep voice behind him.

"I will go back with His Highness."

go back together?go home with him?

The youth's dark almond eyes suddenly widened a little, as if a piece of star had been crushed and fell inside, revealing a bit of bewilderment.

He glanced at Han Yuan quickly, then lowered his eyelashes in embarrassment, and his ears were red as a default.

Well... go home with him and go home with him.

If Han Yuan went back to live in the palace, it would be difficult for him to meet people.

Long-distance relationship is not desirable, long-distance relationship is not desirable.

Han Yuan followed Nan Xiao on the starship, noticing that the little Highness with red ears was walking a little faster than usual.

It wasn't until they entered the cabin and closed the door that there were only the two of them left in the room, and the cramped little Highness seemed to relax a little.

"Your Highness doesn't want me to go back with you?"

"of course not!"

Nan Xiao immediately retorted, seeing the smile on Han Yuan's lips, he realized that the other party was teasing him.

"Of course there's nothing wrong with you coming home with me..."

Anyway, his father intended to resume their engagement.

Now it is rumored that Han Yuan is almost equated with his fiancé.

It's not a feudal society, they are not allowed to live together before they get married, and Han Yuan lives in his house, and no one will say anything.

only--

"...you have to sleep in the guest room."

You can no longer sleep in the small bed where Zai Zai sleeps with me!

After Nan Xiao finished speaking, he felt that the words were a bit blunt, so he added another sentence.

"It's not that I can't trust you."

If Han Yuan was really the kind of person who was interested in sex, he would probably have been wiped out eight hundred times.

"I am, I am..."

He heard Han Yuan chuckle and moved a little closer to him, as if he was leaning into his ear and asking him.

"What is it?"

Nan Xiao closed his eyes, gritted his teeth, and said it cheekily.

"I can't trust myself!"

I have had that ridiculous dream several times!

At that time, they were not in the relationship they are now, and they dared to dream so boldly.

If Han Yuan still sleeps with him in the past few days, Nan Xiao has no confidence in his self-control.

The top of her hair was gently stroked, and Han Yuan's voice became more smiling.

"Okay, I'll sleep in the guest room...Actually, I don't really trust myself."

The prison guards guarding Prison No. 1 have been selected through layers of selection, and their work efficiency is very high.

As soon as they got home, they sat and chatted in the study for a while, and a copied list of rebel generals was delivered to them.

Then, of course, several cronies were summoned and ordered to go down and check the identities of the rebel generals one by one.

Although Yue Huaiying has a private army of about [-], the core strength must be the generals in the army.

As long as those people are arrested or killed, the remaining soldiers are just stragglers, and most of them dare not rebel, and they will just look for opportunities to investigate slowly in the future.

Nan Xiao was not familiar with the arrangement in the army, so of course he would not interrupt.

The young man supported his chin with one hand, his almond eyes were slightly bent lazily, listening to Han Yuan orderly promulgate one order after another.

After a busy morning and not long after he recovered from his illness, he was a little sleepy at first, but after quietly staring at Han Yuan's side face for a while, he became more and more awake.

Before, he only thought that Han Yuan was good-looking.

Now he's wearing a boyfriend filter, and it's almost everywhere that he likes it.

Especially when the other party is dealing with official duties, it seems very different from when he usually gets along with him.

Calm and capable, calm and indifferent, exuding an oppressive aura around him, people will be convinced by his orders unconsciously.

Such a handsome guy with a deep outline can be rumored to be a vicious dragon with a blue face and fangs...

"Your Highness, Your Highness?"

His Highness's head was down, his eyes were empty, as if he was about to fall asleep, but also as if he was still deep in his own thoughts.

Han Yuan put down the military newspaper in his hand, and slowly squatted down in front of the young man, his sharp eyebrows stretched out, and a helpless and pampering chuckle flashed across his eyes.

"Xiao Xiao?"

Nan Xiao suddenly came back to his senses.

The other party's low and hoarse "Xiao Xiao" echoed repeatedly in his mind, which directly made his whole body heat up, and a thin layer of sweat suddenly broke out on his back.

"……what?"

His father, queen, and queen never called him that when he was a child!

"The matter has been dealt with for the time being, is Your Highness hungry?"

Nan Xiao didn't think it at first, but when Han Yuan mentioned it, his stomach immediately let out a "cuckling" sound of protest.

"Looks like I'm hungry. I'll go and get some snacks for His Highness. Let's put it on first. Would Your Highness want Chinese food or Western food today?"

"can you cook?"

"Yes. On the fringe planets, sometimes when marching, you need to cook in the wild by yourself... But it must be incomparable with the chefs around His Highness. Do you want to try it?"

Nan Xiao nodded heavily, watching Han Yuan get up, his heart skipped a beat, and he suddenly reached out and grabbed the other's sleeve.

"that……"

Han Yuan turned around, his expression was completely devoid of the coldness he had when he was just handling official business, and he was as docile as a big dog.

"That...that's...well...you don't need to call me Your Highness."

It felt so raw that everyone called him that.

He feels, he feels...

"Like the name 'Xiao Xiao'?"

The little thought was directly pointed out, and Nan Xiao's toes were all on the ground in embarrassment.

Fortunately, Han Yuan took good care of his thin skin and didn't say anything to tease him again.

"I'll ask the waiter to bring the snacks, and I'll call you when the lunch is ready."

"Ah."

Nan Xiao hadn't recovered from the sound of the door opening, and heard Han Yuan calling him again.

"Xiao Xiao."

"Ok?"

"Why don't you go to the kitchen with me? I'm afraid the kitchen utensils here... I don't know how to use them."

The kitchen utensils used by the fringe planets are indeed a few generations behind those of the imperial capital. He has to find an opportunity to suggest to his father that the military should use better ones.

Nan Xiao stood up, a smile appeared unconsciously in his eyes.

He walked quickly to Han Yuan's side and let the people beside him hold his hand.

"Okay. But you know my cooking skills, I probably can only help you."

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