The reserve food raised is the Elf King

"Your Highness."

The maid's voice came from outside the door.

Isabella, who was still talking to Lancelot, suddenly stopped talking. She glanced at the half-open glass window of the palace, and then looked at the elf again.

"You hide."

Lancelot was stunned: "What...what?"

Isabella said: "You shouldn't be here now, I don't want Louis to see you with me."

Lewis was really very kind to her, so much so that the inhumane Miss Dragon felt a little guilty.

Isabella didn't want to hurt him.

The hearing of the orcs is much higher than that of humans. Listening to Louis' approaching footsteps, Isabella had already stepped onto the steps outside and was about to raise her hand to open the door.

She no longer cared about the elf's suddenly pale face, and urged again: "Hurry up, you can hide any magic, as long as you don't let Louis see you."

After saying that, he no longer looked at Lancelot, but turned and walked towards the door.

Lancelot was left standing there blankly.

His mind was filled with the girl's cold silver beast eyes, and the previous warmth seemed to have disappeared. He was no longer an important presence in her world, but like a passerby, he could only get the high and cold afterglow of the giant dragon.

"..."

“Louis, why are you coming to me so late?”

Isabella took the initiative to open the door and looked at the blond young man who was about to knock on the door with a smile, "I heard that you encountered a difficult problem to solve today. Have you solved it now?"

Isabella liked to find something to say when she felt guilty. She leaned against the door, trying to block Louis' sight without leaving any trace, wondering if Lancelot had left.

But there was no surprise in Lewis's eyes, and it seemed that the elf had indeed left.

Pretty obedient.

She then left the door and made way for Louis to come in.

As soon as Louis came in, he looked at the fragments of crystal vases all over the floor and a large, weird-shaped hole on the wall, and wondered, "Bella, where are you...?"

Isabella: "!!!"

I was so busy hiding the elves that I forgot to repair the chaotic fight scene.

She couldn't help but blame Lancelot in her heart. It was a very simple magic to restore the room to its original state, but she was so stupid that she didn't even think about it. He never thought of restoring the room.

Of course, what Isabella didn't know was that Lancelot deliberately left this room messy.

Isabella doesn't want him to stay and Lancelot will listen to her.

But it doesn't mean that he will give in in front of Lewis.

All traces in this room indicate the elf's presence a moment ago.

Louis glanced around casually and clearly understood Lancelot's demonstration against him. But he didn't say anything. He looked completely uninformed and looked at Isabella with concern: "Did you accidentally smash the vase?"

Isabella nodded quickly and opened her mouth as if she was lying for free, "Yes, I saw that the height here was good, so I couldn't help but transform back into my original form and fly around the room twice. As a result, I couldn't control my strength well. It made a big hole in the wall."

Louis smiled, "I'll ask a servant to clean it up."

Isabella held out her hand to stop him.

"What's wrong, Bella?"

Isabella coughed lightly and whispered a little embarrassedly, "Actually...there is no need to bother anyone to clean it."

The ornaments Louis placed in her room were all sparkling and flawless, and each one was priceless.

Miss Julong was very greedy.

Isabella: "I could eat them all."

Louis: "..."

He complimented tactfully, "Miss Bella is such a diligent and thrifty dragon."

Isabella smiled cheekily.

The two chatted for a while before Lewis got to the point.

"Do you want to go fishing tomorrow afternoon? There is a beautiful golden fish in the big lake we went to last time. I think you might like it."

"Golden fish?"

Each of these three words touches on Miss Julong's aesthetic point.

She asked curiously: "Is it a pure gold fish?"

"It's just that the color of the scales is the same as gold," Louis said. "This kind of fish is tender and tender, and the grilled texture is charred and crispy. Coupled with its bright and eye-catching color, it is a very good dish."

"Gollum."

Isabella swallowed her saliva. She did not hide her interest in the golden fish at all. She immediately nodded and said loudly: "I want to eat it!"

Lewis smiled slightly, "Then we agreed, I will pick you up at noon tomorrow."

"Yeah!"

……

After Louis left Isabella's palace, he did not leave immediately.

The blond young man put one hand behind his back and raised his head.

The golden eyes concealed a trace of complexity and looked at the stars all over the sky indifferently.

The stars are twinkling, as bright as gold, but they always surround the silver full moon in the center, always high above, yearning for and chasing after it.

Isabella is still too young, and the nervousness in her eyes just now, and even the slight redness and swelling at the corners of her lips, of course cannot escape Louis, who has experienced various hardships in these years.

But she didn't seem to want him to know, so he just pretended that he didn't know.

At least... I can still covet the time together for a few more days.

Louis glanced sideways slightly, and the night wind brought him rustling sounds in the palace behind him.

The girl was complaining coquettishly in a low voice, and her vicious tone sounded fierce, as if she was accusing the other person of not cleaning the room. But there wasn't much anger in her tone, instead she seemed to be coquettish.

Full of dependence and trust that even she herself was not aware of.

-

At noon the next day, Louis came to Isabella on time to go fishing.

But Isabella hasn't woken up yet.

Louis stopped the maid who was about to report, took a small toy that Isabella had played with before, and sat on a chair in the hall.

"It doesn't matter, I'll just wait for her."

The maid was shocked by her prince's patience at this moment.

The young man who was usually the most resolute and ruthless in his ruling methods looked so gentle as he lowered his eyes and stroked the toy, as if he was a completely different person.

Unexpectedly, Isabella slept until the sun was about to set.

Isabella didn't know why, but she felt particularly sleepy today. She woke up once in the morning, but fell asleep again smelling the good smell on the quilt.

Feeling a little hungry after sleeping, she stepped on her slippers and pushed open the bedroom door, intending to go outside to grab some small gold coins to chew.

As soon as he opened the door, he saw Lewis sitting by the window.

The setting sun fell on the young man's fluffy golden curls, and the bright and dancing light spots haloed in the air, as if the little prince had been coated with a layer of light golden glaze.

"Louis, why are you here with me?"

Isabella was stunned for a moment before she remembered——

Ah ah ah ah ah!

She promised to go fishing together at noon, but it was almost evening now! ! !

"I'm sorry, Lulu!" Isabella held her head and felt guilty, "I slept with qq"

"It's okay." Louis stood up, walked to the girl, and raised his hand to flatten the silver-white hair on top of her head that was curled up by sleeping, "We can do it another time -"

Isabella interrupted him, "No, not another day, just today."

Lewis was startled, as if he didn't expect Isabella to say this.

He glanced at the sky outside the window, "But it's already very late now, maybe it will be night in another hour."

Isabella insisted: "I want to do what I promised you."

The dragon never owes anyone anything.

Louis had been waiting for her all afternoon in vain, and she couldn't let him go back like this, no matter what she said.

Then he turned around and ran back to the bedroom, "Just wait for a few minutes and I'll just change my clothes!"

She ran to the cloakroom, opened the wardrobe, looked at the dazzling array of skirts on the hangers and thought for a moment, then changed to another wardrobe, only to find that there were still all kinds of small skirts.

Isabella: "..."

Boy, there must be hundreds of skirts!

Is Louis taking revenge on her for making him wear a skirt?

Back then, she really thought he was the little princess Xiangxiang Ruanruan...

Miss Julong recalled the previous misunderstanding and shook her head in amusement.

But the truth was not what Isabella thought.

Louis only bought so many small skirts of various colors and styles based on the impression that he had been to Isabella's cloakroom one time and thought that she liked to wear skirts. And now all kinds of skirts are the most popular among women in mainland China, especially when going out for outings or attending banquets. Beautiful skirts attract the most attention.

But Isabella is too lazy.

She often finds some men's trousers to wear to save trouble and convenience.

After a long time, Isabella finally managed to find a riding outfit with pants in an inconspicuous corner.

"Wow, it's so rare!"

Not wanting to keep Lewis waiting too long, Isabella quickly took off her nightgown.

She stood in front of a huge crystal dressing mirror.

As soon as she untied a tie on her shoulder, a figure appeared quietly from behind and held the girl's waist from behind.

Isabella paused slightly.

He didn't raise his hand to knock off the hand covering his waist.

She had already noticed the scent of the elf hiding in the house, but she just ignored it.

If she hadn't known that the main reason why she slept so long today was because she was almost in estrus yesterday, and not because Lancelot was secretly causing trouble to prevent her and Louis from going fishing, she would definitely throw him out of the house. .

But if Lancelot's kiss yesterday hadn't gone too far, Isabella wouldn't have entered the pre-oestrus stage again in such a short period of time.

So, this bad elf is still to blame!

Seeing that Isabella did not push him away, Lancelot slowly and tentatively moved closer and held the girl in his arms.

The sweet and cool breath filled the air, passing through the thin silk nightgown and wrapping tightly from behind.

The elf gently rested his chin on her shoulder, like a bird wrapped around its neck.

Lancelot said softly, "Don't go, okay?"

Isabella raised her head and met the elf's eyes in the mirror.

The elf's voice was ethereal and beautiful, and his cool breath fell gently on the girl's slender neck. Fragments of silver were scattered in his eyes, like ripples in a swaying galaxy. Coupled with the soft and tender affection in his expression, it is extremely moving.

If it were the previous Isabella, she would have pounced on this stunning scene.

But today, Isabella was not unmoved at all.

Lancelot saw the indifference and indifference in her eyes, and felt bitter in his heart. He knew that she really didn't want to care about him, so he had to settle for the next best thing.

He changed his words aggrievedly, "Then you take me fishing with you, okay?"