I'm really not a princess!

When the evil dragon woke up in the morning, he found that there was nothing in front of him. The little prince who usually liked to hug him was gone, and he was the only one on Nuoda's golden bed.

The dragon got up and found a letter beside the pillow, which was formally covered with the little prince's wax.

There are only a few words in the letter: I am angry and I am leaving.

Signature is Al.

Afraid that the evil dragon would not understand, he thoughtfully drew a picture at the bottom of the letter.

Seeing the evil dragon, he laughed, got up and looked around the cave, and found that the little prince had only taken two sets of clothes and his little fat dragon doll.

Oh, and a little scrap from the head of their bed.

Two days ago, the evil dragon discovered that the little prince was always scratching the golden bed for sleeping from time to time. At first, he thought it was because Al's nails were itchy and needed to be sharpened. It turned out that he was planning to run away from home.

It was premeditated, not impromptu.

The evil dragon sighed, Mr. lit a fire, stewed a small pheasant, and then slowly went out to find the little prince.

Just when the evil dragon just woke up and found that the little prince was gone, the little prince had already slipped to Rong Ling's hut with his small package under the protection of the snow leopard.

Rong Ling held a huge water basin in his hand.

"It's settled." He babbled to the little prince, "I'll take you out, and you have to tell me the secret recipe of the palace's bath water."

The little prince was quite impatient, "I know, I know, I will write to you later." Then he disliked him very much, "You are too smug."

"Who said I want to use it." Rong Ling explained, "It's for squatting."

"You see it rolls in the mud every day, it's dirty and doesn't like to take a bath. I want to wash it with a secret recipe to make it smell good, so that it won't be embarrassed to roll around."

Rong Ling did what she said, and threw the big water basin on the ground with a "bang", and began to catch snow leopards all over the room.

"Hey, can't you send me out first?" The little prince felt his head was getting bigger, "I'm going to a town outside the forest, the farther the better."

How can you just walk to the door when you run away from home?

The snow leopard obviously resisted taking a bath, jumping up and down, shaking the little prince's eyes.

Rong Ling's skirt flicked up, revealing her long legs, "Come and help me catch it, and if I catch it, I'll send you to the hot springs in Maomao Country."

"Free."

So when the evil dragon strolled to the hunter's hut, the little prince and Rong Ling were holding the squat's front paws and the other's hind paws, throwing it into the water basin.

The screams of squatting were miserable, as if what was about to be lowered was not the bath tub but the frying pan.

The evil dragon lay down on the window sill and watched with great interest.

"Put your legs first, don't put your head down." The little prince reminded loudly, "Rong Ling, do you want to drown it?"

"Tsk, it's so troublesome, you can't die...then let go, you should let go."

"I grabbed the hind legs... Oh, I let go." The little prince realized that he was wrong when he was half aggressive, and immediately obediently let go.

So squatting "plop" fell into the basin, and then began to struggle frantically.

Rong Ling squatted down, slapped the squatting head, and mercilessly pushed the whole snow leopard into the water.

"Rose." Rong Ling was extremely calm.

The little prince picked up the rose petals and sprinkled them, Rong Ling randomly wiped the snow leopard's body, and then ordered: "Essential oil."

I took the essential oil that the little prince had just formulated and wiped it on indiscriminately.

The little prince squinted his eyes and watched for a long time, and always felt that Rong Ling's technique was very familiar, and it was exactly the same as the way the evil dragon spread the sauce when roasting the big-headed fish.

Rong Ling didn't have much patience, washed the roses and essential oils, and brought the skin of the back of her neck to the little prince.

"Smell it?"

The little prince was almost scratched on the face by squatting claws, and quickly took a step back, "Smells, very smells."

Rong Ling also smelled it herself, and said with satisfaction: "The secret recipe of the palace is just different."

"Clean up, let's go to Maomao Country to soak in the hot springs."

The little prince's eyes lit up, and he was about to speak when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ears.

"Where?"

He turned his head and saw the evil dragon propping his chin on the window sill, looking at him with a smile.

"Al, it's fun to run away from home..."

The little prince rushed over and pulled the curtains shut.

Dragon: "Really?"

Evil Dragon: "..."

A dragon who feels his status is threatened.