On the Internet, Tang Wan uploaded these videos to Weibo and soon caused an uproar. Netizens were discussing excitedly, and suddenly found that Tang Wan’s live broadcast room had been unblocked! And the most amazing thing is: the Imperial Genetic Safety Department officially issued a notice: There is no problem with these pets, thanks to the pet bloggers for their cooperation.
Netizens then realized that the case had been cleared! It was cleared that afternoon, which was too fast.
Those who had previously said that Tang Wan had committed a crime were slapped in the face. Fans who had always supported Tang Wan stood up instantly, holding up their swords and launching a brutal counterattack. Rational centrists also expressed their congratulations. Fortunately, it was not a fake, otherwise those scholars who studied ancient Earth creatures would have cried to death in the toilet.
Netizens are not stupid either. Considering the previous incident where Tang Wan was "reported by many people", many people understand that there must be something fishy here. They wonder if Tang Wan is too popular and has offended someone?
But more people are concerned about: Is the testing location really the Marshal's Mansion? What is the relationship between the blogger and the Marshal?
Many people are concerned about this matter. Netizens have transformed themselves into Di Renjie, Sherlock Holmes and Conan, trying to find out from the clues whether Tang Wan is joking or really living in the Marshal's Mansion. Unfortunately, Tang Wan hardly talks about his personal life, does not gossip, does not stir up scandals, and does not rely on his looks. He only relies on his skillful hands and the ability to summon furry pets to attract fans. Regarding his private life, apart from knowing that he is a man and that he probably has a partner, who is not in good health, nothing else is known.
Some people also speculated whether the blogger was the Marshal's wife, who was also Asian. They also produced a news report that only captured a silhouette of her.
This statement was quickly rejected by many children who played Di Renjie, Sherlock Holmes, and Conan. The reason was: How could the Marshal be so strong and sit in a wheelchair? !
There was no way. Zong He's invincible image was too strong in the hearts of the people of the empire. The people of the empire could not imagine what the god of war in their minds looked like in a wheelchair.
Besides, when Marshal Zong He returned to the Imperial Star, he got off the battleship by himself, and many reporters took pictures of him. Admitting that this blogger is the marshal's wife is tantamount to admitting that Marshal Zong He was once so weak that he needed to sit in a wheelchair. This is pure nonsense.
And Tang Wan habitually pretends to be blind.
He doesn't bother to explain what others say, and he doesn't like strangers to interfere too much in his private life. In one word: believe it or not.
In the evening, Tang Wan sent away all the staff of the Imperial Genetic Safety Department. He watched Zhu Kun walk out with his legs bowed, holding his chin, wondering, "What's wrong with him? Is his legs bowed more seriously?"
Uncle Lin was also holding his chin on the side, with the same innocent look as Tang Wan: "I don't know, young people nowadays just don't pay attention to calcium supplementation."
That night, Zhu Kun was diagnosed with acute urinary retention, and he couldn't urinate even when he wanted to. Unexpectedly, after he recovered, he developed psychogenic frequent urination, and he wanted to urinate when he was nervous. This led to Zhu Kun being fired and unable to find a job, because he would get nervous during interviews and would wet his pants when he was nervous. No boss wanted such an employee.
Later, in order to support his family, Zhu Kun went to the barren planet to plant trees.
The second young master of the Marquisate, Alvin, who had caused this incident, was also put in solitary confinement by his father. When the old Marquis Keppel received the report sent by Zong He again, he was so angry that he almost fainted. He raised his cane and beat his youngest son several times, saying, "You are asking for death. Marshal Zong He didn't bother with them and gave them a way to live! The emperor is his cousin, a real royal relative, and he also holds military power. If you really want to make trouble, you will die without knowing how you died!"
Before the old marquis could catch his breath, he immediately received a message from the young Duke Tang, which roughly meant: I don’t need a piece of trash who brings trouble to the Duke, and don’t let me see him again.
Old Marquis Keppel was so angry that he fainted. He offended the Imperial Marshal and the Duke of Tang's family. What a wicked son!
The butler stood behind the eldest young master and exchanged glances with him without any expression. So far, the second young master not only failed to hook up with the Duke's Mansion, but also his position in the heart of the old marquis plummeted. The position of the head of the family can be determined, but the price is a bit high. I have to work hard to repair it in the future.
That night, the old marquis and his wife came to the Marshal's Mansion and apologized.
When Tang Wan got the news, he had already lain down. He was also tired. He cooked so many dishes at noon, and checked and recorded in the afternoon. He didn't want to move anymore. Zong He saw that he was tired, "You don't have to get up if you are tired. Uncle Lin can handle it."
Tang Wan sat up lazily, "He is a noble, a marquis, his title is not low."
Zong He didn't care, "So what? I also inherited my father's title, I am older than him, and you are my partner, how can they see you whenever they want? The prince will call you uncle when he sees you."
Tang Wan thought about it and immediately lay down again without any hesitation.
Zong He rubbed his head with satisfaction and said, "Go to sleep if you are tired."
There is no wall that is impenetrable. The aristocratic circle of Emperor Star is so small and the interpersonal relationships are complicated. Soon, people in the aristocratic circle knew that Tang Wan, the cute pet anchor, was the newlywed partner protected by Marshal Zong He.
I wanted to check Tang Wan’s identity before, but I couldn’t find any nobles or sudden enlightenment. No wonder I couldn’t find it. The marshal protected him too tightly.
However, even if they knew, they also knew what to say and what not to say. Zong He had not personally admitted that Tang Wan was his partner, so they could not say it in advance. Usually, the Marshal wanted to make a public announcement, but Tang Wan would not let him, saying: It's too arrogant, and we have to leave a way out for others, which is not good.
In fact, Tang Wan thought a lot. He was worried that he would bring bad reputation to Zong He on the Internet. There were too many right and wrongs in the job of Internet celebrity, and sometimes it was hard to tell. Zong He had made great achievements in the war and was a hero of the people of the empire. Since he was his partner, he must maintain the image of a hero. It was okay to discredit him, but it was not okay to discredit Zong He!
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In the mansion of Duke Tang, as the empire's most prominent noble family, Duke Tang has been married into the royal family for generations and has a distinguished reputation. The entire house is decorated in a low-key and luxurious manner, and the noble background is clearly visible.
In the huge house, the air seemed to be still, and the silence was terrifying. Tang Tingye sat alone on the windowsill, facing the window, with his sleeves rolled up, revealing a beautiful wrist bone. He held a paintbrush in his hand, and there was an easel in front of him, and he was carefully painting a portrait. It was late at night, and the portrait gradually took shape, and it was Tang Wan's appearance.
A calm young man walked behind him with a cup of hot tea and said respectfully, "Master, it's late, and you have to go to school tomorrow."
The young duke continued to paint the eyebrows and eyes of the person in the painting, his face cold. He took off his elegant coat, and his black eyes were as deep as the sea, like a whirlpool hiding danger.
The young man glanced at the person in the painting and respectfully reminded him: "Master, you must restrain yourself."
"Of course I know what I have to do. I can't go see him now. Now is not the right time." The little duke lowered his eyes, hiding the obscure and complex emotions in his eyes, and his hand fell gently, one stroke at a time, depicting the person in the painting clearly. "But, he turned out to be the mysterious anchor. Did I cause him trouble?"
The person standing behind him remained silent and listened quietly.
The little duke chuckled, put down his pen, looked at the person on the screen and said softly, "I have always been interested in this marshal's wife. I feel a sense of familiarity. When I saw the silhouette on the news, I knew it was him. He came back, but he didn't recognize me. He must be angry with me."
At this time, a series of footsteps were heard from upstairs. A handsome and elegant young man, about twenty years old, wearing an exquisite white suit, came down from upstairs. Standing on the stairs, he saw the painting downstairs at a glance, and his originally tranquil expression changed.
The little duke looked up and said with a smile, "Brother, are you still awake?"
Tang Yu frowned and looked at the little duke sternly, "Ting Ye, who did you draw?"
The little duke curled his lips and said, "Who am I painting? Don't you know?"
Tang Yu's eyes flashed with annoyance. He walked downstairs to the little duke and reminded him coldly, "What you are doing now is enough to make the whole family pay for it. Don't touch that bottom line. We can't afford the consequences."
The young duke sneered, staring at his eldest brother's eyes with a gloomy look. His eyes flashed and turned into a gentle look again, "Brother, you just need to be a good princess. I have the final say on family matters, don't worry."
Tang Yu had never seen Tang Tingye with this expression before. He was frightened by the sinister look in Tang Tingye's eyes. He stood there in a daze, as if his feet had taken root and he couldn't move at all.
When he met him, Tang Tingye was a well-behaved child, gentle, filial, and well-behaved. Over the years, he has grown up, become elegant and calm, and become a perfect heir to the Duke's Mansion, but his eyes have not changed. He is always so friendly and polite to his family. Tang Yu never thought that Tang Tingye would have such a look. Looking again, he still saw the elegant and gentle boy in front of him, looking at him with a smile, as if everything just now was his illusion.
Thinking of the sarcasm that was not difficult to conceal in the young duke's words, Tang Yu's face turned cold, and he was sure that he was not wrong. Tang Tingye did not like him. Tang Yu felt a breath stuck in his chest, angry and afraid, and couldn't say a word.
Tang Tingye carefully put away the portrait and said to Tang Yu, "It's getting late, brother, go to bed early. Father and mother are not at home these two days, so you should not slack off in your studies."
"Ting Ye!" Tang Yu took a deep breath, his voice unable to hide his sadness, "For so many years, I have always treated you as my own brother, don't you have a little bit of..."
The little duke turned around and smiled tenderly: "I know, brother, go to bed early."
Tang Yu felt a chill all over his body, clenched his fists tightly, and couldn't say a word. He understood that in Tang Tingye's heart, his brother only had that person, and he, his half-brother, would always be the enemy who replaced his brother's perfect life. However, he couldn't say these words, because the whole family was deceived by Tang Tingye's perfect acting skills. Even his mother thought that Tang Tingye did better than him. If he, the Crown Princess, wanted to stand firm, he would have to rely on his younger brother for help in the future.
After Tang Tingye climbed a few stairs, he suddenly stopped, put his index finger to his lips with a smile, and said softly, "Don't tell anyone, otherwise, hehe."
Tang Yu trembled all over, his face turned pale, and he nodded gently.
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After the "fake cute pet" incident, Tang Wan did not broadcast live for a week, nor did he post any news on Weibo. His fans became anxious, worried that Tang Wan would stop broadcasting due to this incident, and begged him to show up every day. Only a week later did Tang Wan slowly post a Weibo: Live broadcast at 3 pm~
The fans finally saw the light and hugged Tang Wan crying and acting coquettishly: You are finally back, I thought you were going to quit!
What is your relationship with the Marshal? What exactly is your relationship?!
Billions of blood letters begging for live broadcast!
I haven't written the observation report for several days. Please let all the pets out!
I am studying the life habits of ancient Earth creatures, but I haven’t written all the information yet. Please broadcast it live!
Live broadcast, live broadcast, must broadcast live! I can't sleep because I miss Jin Xiaopang so much!
What is your relationship with the Marshal? I really want to know!
Is the Marshal in good health? When will he officially return to the military?
Don't ask the guy above, he's offline.
Fans: “…”
Tang Wan took a nap at noon, and didn't get up until almost three o'clock. He combed his hair briefly, hugged Jin Xiaopang, turned on the live broadcast, and lazily greeted everyone: "Hi~ Good afternoon, kids~"
The comments scrolled up so fast that it was hard to tell what the audience was saying. They had so many questions to ask! What is your relationship with the Marshal? Is the testing location really the Marshal's Mansion? ? ?
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