This damn cat

Xie Lang squatted down slowly, closed his eyes, and gently and slowly rubbed his cheek against the principal's sleeve, feeling the tenderness he hadn't felt for a long time.

In my memory, my father's smiling face and the principal's serious face gradually overlapped.

It turned out that in this world, there would still be people who cared about him like Dad.

But why, when he decided to open his heart, this person left him again?

Good dreams don't last long, and cats are always lonely after all.

"Teacher...teacher..." The dragon cub stood up in a panic, and ran to open the door.

Xie Lang opened his cat's eyes, hurriedly wiped away his tears and chased after him, grabbed the dragon cub's arm: "Your Highness, don't run around, the principal has already left."

"Where did you go?" Lu Ziyao turned his head and looked at the cat helplessly: "Why did it disappear out of thin air? Since it has been two days ago, the teacher should be in the palace. What time is it now? He must be asleep, he I'm getting older, I go to bed early, I'll go to his room to see, shhh, don't make a sound."

"Your Highness!" Xie Lang grinned, burst into tears, and fell into the dragon cub's arms, choked up and said: "The principal is gone... what should we do..."

Footsteps sounded from the corridor south of the corridor, and the steward's servants rushed over upon hearing the movement.

Not long after, the queen in pajamas also rushed over sleepily.

Seeing that the kitten companion was crying, and the little nephew was standing there blankly with red eyes, the queen immediately regained her spirits, pushed aside the attendant, and stepped forward to hug the two children: "What's the matter, babies? Have you had a nightmare?"

The dragon cub turned his head to look at his aunt, and suddenly pursed his lips, "Teacher, please..."

In the middle of speaking, Xie Lang hurriedly covered the dragon cub's mouth, pulled and pushed him back to the room, ignoring etiquette, and closed the door in front of the queen.

"What are you doing?" Lu Ziyao looked at the kitty inexplicably.

"We can't let the queen know that we betrayed her. What if she sends us away in a fit of anger?" Xie Lang's face turned pale.

He has long been used to being abandoned, his father is gone, his grandparents don't want him, his mother doesn't care about him, and now even the principal is gone, Xie Lang is afraid of his own fault, and the queen will find a reason to abandon him, so he wants to hide the truth.

Lu Ziyao looked at him incomprehensibly, and it took a long time before he said, "Auntie won't send us away."

"But we betrayed her." Xie Lang turned around, not daring to look at the dragon cub like a mistake.

"We're just doing it for safety." Lu Ziyao felt the kitten trembling, as if he lacked a sense of security: "It's no big deal, my aunt won't pursue it, don't be afraid."

"No! Let's not tell her yet!" Xie Lang insisted.

Lu Ziyao looked around at a loss, as if because of the fragility of the kitten, he had to cheer up and face the reality.

So he slowed down a bit, His Highness stepped forward and hugged the kitten, and said in a low and sad voice: "The teacher is gone, I can't hide it, I have to..."

Xie Lang looked up at the dragon cub, instinctively not wanting to hear what he said next.

The dragon cub still said with tears in his eyes: "I have to inform the palace to prepare for the funeral."

Xie Lang lowered his head in panic and murmured: "No... don't say it yet..."

Lu Ziyao walked over, pulled the kitten into his arms, and coaxed softly: "I will take care of the matter, I have remembered the seven people, I will let them pay for the teacher's life, and the people behind the scenes can't hide for long .”

Outside the door, the queen knocked on the door and asked softly, "What's the matter with you? What are you doing in the attic in the middle of the night?"

Xie Lang looked up and saw Lu Ziyao nodding his head resolutely, he calmed down all of a sudden, nodded as well, turned around and opened the door together.

What happened told the Queen.

The queen couldn't accept the fact that Mr. Qiu had disappeared for a while, and tried to look for it in the room of the holy witch like a little prince.

She searched upstairs and downstairs all over the palace all night. When it was almost dawn, she suddenly raised her head and cried with a "wow".

The dead have a kind of magical power, which can make the living unconsciously reflect on the mistakes they have made, and there is no chance to make up for them.

During the last contact with Teacher Qiu, the queen hid her anger in her heart, and vented her anger on her father, queen mother, brother, husband, and even the entire Isalo people on the teacher.

Just thinking of her few words and remorse made her heart feel like a knife.

During the emperor's reign, the dragon was always on the lookout. As the princess of Oga, she rarely saw her father during her childhood. The holy witch was like her father, who strictly wanted to train her to be a qualified Empress.

It wasn't until she gave up the throne that this serious old man turned into a loving grandfather. He never scolded her again and transferred the severity to her younger brother.

Xie Lang realized that he was really thinking too much. After the queen learned what had happened, she didn't care about her mistakes and betrayal at all, and she fell into endless sorrow.

Her husband, daughter, and son didn't have much contact with the holy witch, and they didn't know what happened, so they could only comfort them in vain.

In the huge Isalo Palace, only Oga's little prince can empathize with her.

The aunt and nephew were closer than ever, they didn't eat at noon, they talked about the memory of the teacher in the attic, and discussed the funeral.

Both of them believed that the news of Shengwu's death could not be made public for the time being, because there was an inner ghost among the prophets, and the queen could only contact Qiu Yan secretly to explain the situation.

After hearing the news of his father's death, Qiu Yan lay limp in his study, unable to hear the Queen's voice on the phone for a long time.

After recovering, Qiu Yan tremblingly asked Queen Isaro to repeat.

"I'm asking you: After the holy witch left the palace, how many prophets were not in the palace?" The queen asked again.

Qiu Yan's mind went blank, and it took him a while to recover his ability to think. He replied regretfully, "I'm sorry, Your Highness, I'm sorry...I'm...I don't know..."

"You don't need to apologize." The queen said sympathetically, "I know how you feel right now, take a breath and think about it slowly."

Qiu Yan thanked the queen for her understanding, wiped off the sweat and tears from her face with one hand, frowned and thought carefully, and after a while, replied: "Only a few older prophets are not on duty, and now the prince is not in the palace, I think They're old enough to snore standing up, so just send them home."

"Which people?" the Queen asked.

Qiu Yan thought about it carefully: "There are four in total—"

The queen recorded the list he had reported, gave a few more instructions, and hung up the call.

After Qiu Yan hung up, his brain was still buzzing, and he remembered an order in his heart: beware of ghosts, and don't let the prophets in Oga Palace know the news of the death of the holy witch.

Qiu Yan's current ability could not suppress all the clansmen at all. Without his father, he finally felt the eaves above his head collapsed, the sky was covered with dark clouds, thunder and lightning, and the torrential rain fell on his head.

And he must stand up, replace his father, and protect the royal family from wind and rain.

The queen planned to strengthen the guards of the palace, but was stopped by her nephew.

"It is now the 21st, the third day that the teacher came to Isalo Palace." Lu Ziyao fixed his eyes on Liushenwuzhu's aunt: "He was already being followed when he came, and the people behind the scenes must know that I may be in Isalo Palace." Imperial Palace, if you suddenly increase the guards at this time, it is tantamount to acquiescing to their guess."

"Yes, yes!" The queen said nervously, "Don't let them know that you are with me."

Lu Ziyao shook his head: "The holy witch didn't leave alone, they will know soon."

"Then what should we do?" The queen was confused: "We still have to increase the guards!"

"The reason for not adding more guards is to make them think that I don't plan to live here permanently. Now I have to quickly arrange royal bodyguards to pretend to send me across the border secretly." Lu Ziyao's eyes were full of murderous intent: "Let those seven killers out first."

"How can this be done!" The queen frowned, "It's too dangerous, and I want to avenge the teacher, but we can't take risks at this time, otherwise the teacher's sacrifice will be in vain?"

Lu Ziyao insisted: "This time, they are the ones who are unprepared. As soon as they catch up, we will take the lead in attacking. As long as we leave one alive, it is enough. It is not just to avenge the teacher, aunt, these people are the breakthrough point. The prisoners we are currently interrogating are more promising, at least the prophet who betrayed the teacher will be dragged out first."

"That's a good idea." The queen frowned, but quickly retorted harshly: "I can send someone to pretend to send you away, but you must not participate in luring the enemy."

Lu Ziyao said anxiously: "As long as they are well prepared, they have no chance to fight back at all, so don't worry..."

"It's impossible!" The queen glared at her little nephew, "Just lure them out, and I can do it myself. What kind of risk do you want you brat to take?"

Lu Ziyao refused to accept: "I have grown up."

The queen sighed, feeling depressed that her little nephew hadn't been able to take form yet.

If he could change form, not to mention the seven killers with guns, even the positioning missiles would not be a threat, Teacher Qiu would not have to die because of it.

The little prince's face was reddish, and he could actually guess what his aunt was thinking.

After a little hesitation, His Highness turned his back to his aunt, took off his coat, pulled the left sleeve, and pulled off the neckline of the T-shirt, exposing the skin under his left shoulder: "Look."

The queen wondered what this little guy was doing at first, but when she took a closer look, she gasped and exclaimed, "You're out of scales!"

Lu Ziyao said: "I don't know what this is. Half of the back was like this. When I got up in the morning, I found that the bed sheet was scratched. When I looked in the mirror, I saw it like this. But it recovered after a night. Now there is only this small piece. Out of scales."

The queen was surprised: "How could this happen?"

"I don't know." Lu Ziyao pulled back the collar, turned around and muttered in wonder: "It may be a stress reaction, the remaining small part is where the bullet was shot. At that time, I felt that the bullet was stuck in my back. It didn't penetrate the shoulder, otherwise, according to the position at that time, the bullet should have continued to penetrate the teacher's neck."

The queen looked puzzled: "But...why are you...since you can grow out of scales, why can't you take shape?"

Lu Ziyao shrugged: "I can't even take the initiative to put away the dragon scales, I can only wait for it to disappear automatically. I might be a defective product."

"Don't talk nonsense!" The queen stood up, grabbed the little prince, pulled off his collar, and carefully inspected the two dragon scales on the back shoulder.

Frowning became more and more tight, the queen murmured suspiciously: "Why...how could it be silver-white?"