I'm really not a princess!

Early the next morning, Rong Ling waited outside the cave for a long time before the little prince came, followed by the empty-handed dragon.

The little prince is holding a piano case in his left hand, dragging a package in his right hand, and a big backpack on his back.

Rong Ling: "..."

Rong Ling: "We ran away from home, not moved."

The little prince walked up to Rong Ling humming, "I know, this is my luggage."

It took Rong Ling a long time to help the little prince carry all kinds of things into the carriage.

"Why didn't you stop him?" Rong Ling panted, "Help me."

The evil dragon leaned against the big tree, very indifferent, "She ran away from home, why should I help?"

The little prince pursed his lips and ignored him.

One of the packages was indeed a bit heavy, Rong Ling opened it and took a look, and found a small gold shield and a crystal sword inside.

"What are you doing with this?" Rong Ling couldn't believe it, "Are you going to fight in the hot spring?"

The little prince laughed: "Don't you think it's fun, it's not heavy anyway."

"I..." Rong Ling was at a loss for words for a moment, so she looked at another package.

"No, it's fine if you bring your violin, and you can play ditties on the road. Forget about your shield, if you encounter danger on the road, you can defend yourself, and if you are not in danger, you can sell it for money." He took out a large one from the package. Put the flowers, "Then why are you carrying the baby's breath?"

The little prince was very calm: "It's beautiful."

The little prince: "Don't you think the flowers in the carriage make people feel particularly good?"

Rong Ling: "That's good, that's good, bring a vase... You still have water in this vase!"

The little prince: "This way my flowers won't wither."

Rong Ling: "This, this, what are these fat dragons?"

Rong Ling: "Puppet dragon, mud dragon, wooden dragon...golden dragon?!"

Rong Ling: "I know how much money your family has, it's good to have a lot of money, but it doesn't have to be like this!"

The little prince laughed cheerfully, "I can't sleep without these."

The evil dragon snorted coldly.

"You bring so many things, how do we go?" Rong Ling clapped her hands and argued with him, "Look, the wheels of the carriage are dented."

"Then, let's go buy another one." The little prince dug and dug, and took out a handful of broken gold from his pocket and handed it to Rong Ling.

"Two cars are fine."

It's scraps from the head of the bed.

Rong Ling: "..."

He hates rich people.

Then Rong Ling began to move down the little prince's things one by one. The little prince stood by, wanting to fight for it but didn't know how to fight for it. In the end, only the necessary clothes, supplies and the pile of fat dragons remained.

Holding his violin in his arms, the little prince didn't dare to say a word, and went straight into the carriage, not forgetting to say goodbye to the dragon.

Rong Ling gloated and was about to get into the carriage when the dragon suddenly moved.

He stepped forward and bent down to pick up the things that Rong Ling had brought down, then turned and went back to the cave.

The little prince was lying on the car window watching, his expression hard to hide his disappointment.

"Did you quarrel?" Rong Ling asked the little prince while driving the car outside.

The little prince climbed out of the carriage and sat next to Rong Ling, with an innocent expression on his face, "He said that I turned my back on Long and wanted everything, so he got angry."

Rong Ling was not polite, "That's a silly dragon, don't pay attention to him."

"Oh." The little prince nodded blankly, "but why do you say he is stupid?"

Facing the spring breeze all over his face, Rong Ling suddenly had the illusion that he had eloped with another wife.

"He should have taken you back just now, do you understand?" Rong Ling waved the horsewhip, "Or else he followed you, but he just watched you leave like this, do you think you are stupid?"

"It won't work after teaching so much."

"Zha Long, it is Zha Long."

After leaving the forest, taking squats with me, hiring a groom, and "running away from home" can be regarded as the official start.

But Rong Ling could see that the little prince was a little unhappy, and he was still not happy until the sun went down and checked into the hotel.

Rong Ling didn't know what to say, and went out to buy meat for him in her arms silently.

The little prince tossed and turned on the bed for a while, wanting to sleep but unable to sleep, finally feeling bored and flustered, only to realize that he forgot to open the window.

He walked to the window and pulled it open.

There is a vase on the windowsill, containing a large handful of baby's breath.

It was the one thrown down by Rong Ling.

The little prince blinked, but he didn't realize it. He raised his eyes again and saw the stubborn back of the dragon from a distance.

He didn't expect to see the evil dragon suddenly, and he was instantly happy, his eyebrows and eyes became crooked smiles.

"Mr. Dragon!" The little prince waved desperately.

The evil dragon looked back at him calmly, but still ignored him, picked up the big package beside him, and walked away very coolly.

little Prince:"?"

Hmph, Zhalong.