This damn cat

Xie Lang believed that the royal family would definitely re-select the prince's companion to read, so he didn't want to waste his review time on this at all.

However, Chen Xingguo was jealous of the title of title, as if "if you don't cooperate, I will kill you".

After bargaining, the two finally reached an agreement——

Xie Lang would not refuse to enter the Royal Academy, but he would not take the initiative to ask the Queen for more admission places.

Anyway, His Highness would not ask him to be a companion. As for the matter of asking for a place with shame, let Chen Xingguo do it himself.

On Saturday morning, four cars of the Royal Knights escorted the Queen's car, slowed down and drove into the community, and stopped downstairs at Xie Lang's house.

The queen is even prettier than on TV, with exquisite eyebrows, light pupils, and whiter skin than snow, making people seem to be able to smell the breath of ice and snow in extremely cold regions, which is the unique temperament of snow leopards.

"Good morning, Your Highness the Empress." Chen Xingguo led the family and bowed.

"You don't need to be too polite." The Queen smiled and glanced around, and finally her eyes fell on the clean and handsome boy's face, "This handsome boy is the child chosen by the Holy Witch, right?"

Xie Lang's cat eyes widened suddenly, why wasn't the queen surprised?

In fact, the queen had already investigated his family situation before she came, and she didn't mind him being a boy at all.

Things were actually developing as Chen Xingguo expected.

The parents chatted with each other about their children's past, and about their own parenting experiences.

Not long after, the Queen asked Xie Lang if he would like to transfer to another school. Chen Xingguo immediately accepted Xie Lang's request and asked Duoduo to enroll. The Queen readily agreed.

Everything went miraculously.

Before the queen left, she glanced at the butler with a smile, and the butler handed a sapphire blue trinket box to Xie Lang.

Xie Lang respectfully nodded and accepted.

The queen explained: "This is a small gift that His Majesty entrusted me to give you. He prepared it two days ago. I didn't know the situation at the time. I'm afraid it will disappoint you. I will make up a new meeting gift for you in the future."

Xie Lang lowered his head and opened the jewelry box...

It's a pair of pink pearl earrings.

"I like it very much." Xie Lang nodded and said, "Your Majesty, I'm sorry."

The queen laughed: "You child, you don't need to be so restrained. Your Majesty and I thought you were a girl before, but the investigation department sent your information to the palace yesterday. This result surprised us all."

The queen reminded her with an emphatic tone: "Especially my son, he is very surprised."

"It's conceivable." Xie Lang himself wanted to scold the holy witch, let alone His Royal Highness.

"My son is still a bit unacceptable now." The Queen said: "When you meet these two days, he may have a little temper. You don't have to be polite to him. In terms of age, you are his elder brother. You have to teach him to respect."

Xie Lang: "..."

You teach me, how can a serval cat be rude to a giant dragon?

Also teach the dragon how to respect.

How to fight to make the dragon succumb?

Just imagine: Compared with the Dragon Clan, what advantages do I have to win?

The color of the meat pad is more pink and tender.

Will His Highness give in because of this, and let go of the blood feud that I replaced the beautiful girl's companionship?

I'm afraid not.

Xie Lang swallowed, looked up at the queen, just about to remind her of the prophecy about "true love", the queen spoke first——

"By the way, there will be a Halloween party in the East Palace tomorrow, and my son's classmates will come. If you are free, you can also attend."

Before Xie Lang had time to answer, Chen Xingguo hurriedly answered the call: "If you are free, you must be there on time!"

After the queen left, Xie Lang's mind went blank, and he sat on the sofa in a daze.

Why did the royal family accept his male "true love" so naturally?

Does this make sense?

Could it be that the calculation of the holy witch is not wrong?

Thinking about it until evening, Xie Lang had a terrible guess: Does the prince just like men?

Five thunderbolts are not enough to describe Xie Lang's current mood. He walked back to the room in a daze and collapsed on the bed, all kinds of terrifying images flashed in his mind.

For example, being bound hands and feet by a male dragon, locked in a basement or something...

He was about to suffocate, and suddenly turned over nervously, pulled out the dagger from under the pillow, and hid it in his arms in a panic, but felt that it was not secret enough, so he hid it in the back belt of his waist.

"No, I can't agree." Xie Lang thought to himself.

But it was too late now, and he shouldn't have bargained with Chen Xingguo in the first place.

It was too late to say anything now, Xie Lang forced himself to calm down.

Things won't get so bad, at least, the prince shouldn't force him... right?

In the evening, the royal attendants sent Xie Lang an invitation to the Halloween party.

Chen Xingguo accepted the invitation letter and sent off the attendants graciously. When he came back, he even asked Xie Lang what he would like to have for dinner for the first time.

Xie Lang didn't bother to think about what else he was up to, and still shut himself in the room.

The only good news is that the mobile phone is saved, but it cannot be turned on. Once it is turned on, countless calls will come in.

Relatives and classmates all know: Xie Lang has become a royal companion.

**

There was no specific meeting time written on the invitation letter, so Xie Lang was sent to the south gate of the palace by Chen Xingguo before it was dark.

The setting sun is still hanging in the sky, and the decorative lights around the palace have been lit up one after another.

The vast and boundless castle stands majestically in the setting sun, and the marble walls are illuminated resplendently.

It was the first time that I looked up at the palace from such a close distance, and I couldn't help but feel a sense of awe in my heart.

Xie Lang took a deep breath and decided to take this opportunity to test the prince's attitude, so without waiting for Chen Xingguo to urge him, he took the initiative to walk towards the gate of the palace.

Relying on the invitation letter to pass the checkpoints, Xie Lang finally came to the East Hall written on the invitation letter.

Standing in the circular hall on the first floor of the main hall, looking around, there is a dazzlingly high relief decoration on the top of the head. There are a total of eight stairs in all directions, leading to the eight areas of the main hall.

However, the invitation letter only wrote the information of "Xia He Hall". As far as visual inspection is concerned, there are at least a hundred halls, large and small, in this hall.

In the lobby on the first floor, no attendant could be seen, and no one could be found even if he tried to ask for directions.

Very good, the queen must want me to retreat.

Xie Lang nodded in satisfaction. Her attitude is a good sign, and I hope the prince also means the same.

Even though I thought so, I couldn’t just go home like this, so I obediently climbed up from the first staircase on the right side of the gate, looking for one by one.

As soon as I climbed to the second floor, I saw several busy maids pushing the dining car through the aisle.

On one side of the aisle stood a manservant in a tuxedo.

Looking at Xie Lang, the servant immediately walked over with his head held high, and nodded politely: "Looking forward to serving you, sir."

Xie Lang immediately straightened his back, showed a non-existent aristocratic air, cleared his throat and asked, "Which location is Xia He Hall?"

"Are you a guest of honor at the Halloween party, sir?"

"Yes."

"Please let me guide you."

"No, thank you, just tell me the exact location."

This male servant's posture is too tall, and Xie Lang is very uncomfortable just talking. If he walks together, Xie Lang is afraid that if he is nervous, he will not be able to walk.

Meeting the prince on the same hands and feet, that seems too indifferent, he has to act like a ruthless character who is difficult to deal with.

"Okay sir, please look—" the servant raised his white-gloved hand and pointed to the stairs in the southwest: "Please go up to the top floor from that staircase, and when you reach the aisle, there will be attendants verifying your invitation letter After release, you can let them lead the way and find your companion."

"I get it, thank."

Just as Xie Lang was about to turn around and go downstairs, out of the corner of his eye, he noticed that the servant opened his mouth and stopped talking.

Xie Lang turned his head suspiciously: "Is there anything else?"

The valet asked, "Do you need to change in the dressing room, sir."

"What kind of outfit?" Xie Lang accidentally thought of those big x cute girls on the live broadcast platform, maybe the prince really has this hobby?

The valet showed a helpless smile and reminded him: "Tonight is a Halloween party, sir."

It was only then that Xie Lang realized that this kind of party required cross-dressing.

He hasn't participated in this kind of party for many years, after all, his stepfather does not allow him to have any entertainment expenses.

Without money, he couldn't even afford the costume props, so he couldn't go out wrapped in a sheet.

After a long time, the customs of the festival are forgotten.

"No, I've already put on the props." Xie Lang didn't want the servant to see that he didn't even understand this kind of rules, so he turned on the pretending mode.

The servant was stunned for a moment, and glanced up and down, wanting to know what Xie Lang's cross-dressing props were.

I am most afraid of the sudden silence of the air...

Xie Lang and the servant looked at each other for a moment, then suddenly had an idea, raised his hands to cover his head on both sides, and muttered to himself: "Can't you see it? Is it buried in your hair?"

As he spoke, he transformed his pair of cat ears, pretending to be hairpins, and took out a pair of ear tips from his hair with his hands...

"..." The servant: "I see, what a pair of cute cat ears."

Xie Lang's eyes froze: "This is a cheetah style hair clip."

Servant: "... Oh, so that's how it is. He's really handsome."

Hearing this, Xie Lang twitched the corner of his lower lip triumphantly, and his right ear trembled instinctively.

butler:"……"

Your barrette may be fine sir.

Xie Lang took the simple and cheap "leopard ear hairpin" and climbed the stairs opposite.

When I climbed to the fourth floor, I could already hear melodious music. It didn't sound like a stereo, but it seemed to be the performance of a live orchestra.

Xie Lang had listened to concerts with his parents when he was a child. He was very sensitive to music. This kind of high-quality live performance made him close his eyes unconsciously and comfortably.

Immersed in the music, step up the stairs step by step, closer to the music.

"Give it to me! Pass it to me!"

Suddenly, the voice of a strange boy sounded not far ahead.

Xie Lang opened his eyes immediately.

At the same time, another teenager's voice came from several steps——

"Get out of the way!"

Xie Lang can guarantee that when he heard "Get out of the way", an unknown object has already hit his forehead.

It's definitely not a question of his reflexes.

Xie Lang was knocked to the ground, and the unknown object bounced far away, and bounced a few times on the steps. It could be distinguished that the unknown object should be a ball, basketball or football.

Who the hell is playing in the palace!

Xie Lang wanted to get up furiously, but was spun by the force of the ball, slipped and rolled down the stairs.

A group of "perpetrators" watched the victims go further and further away...

One of the teenagers propped up his left hand, jumped onto the handrail of the stairs, and slid down quickly.

When approaching the "Tumbler", the young man kicked off the railing with his left foot, flew down to the last two stairs, stood still, turned around, raised his foot, stepped on Xie Lang's shoulder, and stopped his rolling.

Xie Lang: "..."

Hold.