Voice of Dragonland

PS: plot, not abuse~

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Selosta became Thranduil's treasure, and the Elf King personally took care of the child's daily life, even feeding and putting him to sleep.All the forest elves know that the morning light is the only light that can dispel the nightmare in the king's heart.

Under Wang's careful care, Chen Xi gradually grew up. His face was [-]% similar to that of Legolas, but his temperament was quite different. He was domineering, capricious, mischievous, and naughty.Thranduil did not stop all this, and even let him be naughty.His cute behavior when he was young caused the whole jungle to have a headache as he grew up.

A small figure galloped through the dense forest, climbing and jumping with the help of vines from time to time, flexible and light.

"Your Highness! You can't do this!" The captain of the guard ran after the figure angrily, "That is a gift His Majesty is going to give to Mayor Changhu...you can't take it away!"

Selosta didn't seem to hear it, and a laugh came from the head of the self-defense captain, "I'll return it to you if I catch me~~"

The captain of the guard was suffocated, he gritted his teeth, climbed up the big tree beside him, leaped forward with more agility, then grabbed the vine and swung away, his tall and slender body drew a graceful arc in the air The thread fell on another tree, and so several times, the prince was blocked on the top of a big tree.

"Your Highness!" The captain of the guard stretched out his hand, his eyes serious.

Selosta laughed suddenly, all the arrogance and naughtiness disappeared, she was just a kid who loved to play tricks.

"Give me the gem." The captain of the guard curled his mouth involuntarily and waved to him, "It's late, Your Majesty will be in a hurry."

"He won't~" the prince sat on the canopy of the tree, holding his fleshy cheeks, "Isn't he going to Long Lake? He's having a meeting with Midrian, and he specifically told me not to disturb~"

"Give me the gem, and I will take you to see His Majesty." The captain of the guard continued to wave.

"This one?" The gemstone in the prince's hand, under the sunlight, it showed a bright light, transparent and eye-catching, it is a rare treasure, Selosta curled the corners of his mouth, showing a mischievous smile, Before the poor little heart of the captain of the guard jumped up and jumped up, he suddenly threw it high, and reached out to catch it the moment it fell, and it fell together and fell, never tired of it.

"Fly~~" He exerted all his strength, and the gemstone flew high, touched a tall tree branch, and slightly deviated the angle of its fall.

"Huh?" Selosta leaned over to pick it up.

"Be careful!" The captain of the guard rushed forward fiercely, but only grabbed one of the prince's shoes.The prince paused slightly, then fell down.

"Snap!" The falling gem was caught by one hand, and the fallen prince was also firmly held in his arms.

"Are you causing trouble again?" Wang's voice was a little cold.

"ADAADAADAADA..." The prince hugged the king's neck tightly regardless of the grass and leaves all over his body.

"I have a headache every time I can't find you in the palace." Thranduil handed the gem to the captain of the guard, "How decent is it to find you like this?"

"ADA, I was wrong, punish me~" Selosta smiled sweetly, he was not afraid of the king at all, no matter how serious the king said, he would not do anything to him after all, if he could If you admit your mistake, maybe you will be rewarded by Wang himself for telling a story at night.

"Next time, I'll lock you up in the wine cellar for the night." Wang hugged him and walked towards the palace.

"If ADA is with me, I won't be naughty~" Selosta buried her cheek in Thranduil's neck, he has the breath of the forest, fir, beech, orchid, mixed with a little Dovinin Slightly drunk.The breeze blew through the treetops, and the rustling sound was endless, "ADA, I'm sleepy..."

"Go to sleep." Thranduil slightly adjusted his posture so that Cylosta could comfortably lie on his body and take a nap.

Galian came up to him from a distance, and wanted to pick up the sleeping prince, but was stopped by the king. He carried the prince all the way to his bedroom, placed him under the quilt with his own hands, and then went back to the meeting room to continue the discussion. half of the meeting.And Midrian had long been used to such waiting, and was not surprised by the king's sudden departure.

Time flows like water, and the prince gradually grows up, with outstanding appearance, agility, and cleverness, but his domineering and stubborn temper never changes.

Whenever Thranduil heard the teacher's complaints, he always laughed it off, and never took these matters seriously to the prince, so that Selosta became more and more confident.

"Your Majesty, if you don't keep the prince under control, I'm afraid you will become the laughing stock of others in the future." Serofen walked beside the king with her head bowed.

"Who dares?" Wang's voice was very cold, and the large brocade robes slid across the ground, rubbing against the carefully polished stone slabs, making a slight rustling sound.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness has grown up, you should know that his childish temper has never been restrained..." Serofen tried her best to persuade her.

"So what?" Thranduil lowered his eyes, "To us, time is just a symbol of nothingness, and one day, he will grow up."

"Your Majesty..." Serofin was still about to say something, but Thranduil had already turned around and entered the hall, not intending to continue listening.

"Alas..." Serofen shook her head, not understanding why the shrewd king would be so indulgent in protecting the prince.

"ADA..." Selosta walked slowly from the other end of the corridor, looking listless.

"What?" Thranduil on the throne smiled, "What made my prince so depressed."

"The teacher said..." Selosta stood in front of the king, "I may damage your reputation..."

"Who? Midrian?" Thranduil's smile faded a bit, his blue eyes fixed on Cylosta, "What do you think of this matter?"

"I..." Selosta slowly raised his jaw, "I am the son of the great jungle king Thranduil, and I am definitely not the king's stain!"

"Really?" Thranduil frowned, "What is the prince planning to do?"

"Listen to the teacher... I won't be naughty in the future, I won't scare the disliked trade and transportation team, I won't pull the beard of a dwarf who strayed into the forest, and I won't put spider eggs in the maid's resting place..." Sai Losta's bushy eyelashes blinked, "ADA, I thought this was just a joke..."

"Very good." Thranduil propped his chin, and looked at Selosta in surprise. These platitudes are by no means the first time Midrian mentioned them, and His Royal Highness never took them to heart. "I'm glad you understand. These are also looking forward to your changes."

Selosta slowly squatted down and put her hands on Thranduil's knee, "Ada, you once had a prince who was a hundred times better than me... Is this true?"

Dust-laden memories whizzed in, hitting heavily on the seemingly healed wound, bloody and bloody.

No matter how traumatized the body is, as long as it does not die at the time, there will always be a day of healing, and time will eventually destroy and bury everything.

But in the depths of his heart, those desperate wounds gradually festered, maggots grew, and invisible poisonous needles turned into invisible poisonous needles, which followed the blood and penetrated all limbs and bones.

He lowered his eyelids to cover the tiny pain in his eyes, and looked at Selosta tenderly for a moment, "Yes... I have another child... He left me... for a long time..."

His words were slow, soft, but tinged with heartbreaking desperation.

Selosta saw too many emotions in his father's eyes that he had never seen before, such as sadness, pain, bleakness, fragility, struggle, and despair. Those emotions did not belong to the father he knew. The emotion that he never thought would appear in his father's eyes was a feeling he didn't understand, and he couldn't change it. He instinctively put his arms around Wang's waist, "ADA...I'm here..."

Wang Nuan's palm landed on the top of his head, rubbing gently, "Yes, you are here..."

Selosta closed his eyes gently, and Midrian's words echoed heavily in his mind.

"Of course you can be bold and unafraid..." His eyes were colder than the snowflakes that fell in winter, "but you have to know that those obedience, forbearance, and smiles are not recognition of yourself, what you consume is His Majesty's Prestige is the respect and admiration he has slowly accumulated over the years. One day, if you exhaust them, it will no longer be you who will be cast aside, but your father. All your presumptuousness!"

"He could have been his wise and virtuous king, worshiped and admired..."

"Isn't it just that I'm naughty, what have I got to do with my father?" He sneered at this.

"It's not only mischievous, but also stubborn and irresponsible! There is no upbringing and demeanor that a prince should have. He is a king's child, but he is very different from Prince Green Leaf. How can it have nothing to do with His Majesty?" Midrian frowned and was caught The little guy looked so careless that he was so angry.

"Wait!" He turned to look at Midrian seriously, "Prince Green Leaf? What Prince Green Leaf?"

"..." The frost in Midrian's eyes gradually melted, and a trace of pain surfaced. After a long time, he looked back at Selosta, "Please follow me."

Midrian led Selosta to walk from the deepest part of the underground palace. The winding corridor seemed endless, and the lights hanging on the wall were sparse, illuminating the road in front of him not very clearly.

Selosta was familiar with every corner of the palace, but she never thought that there was such a secret door at the bottom of this winding corridor.

Midrian pushed it away, revealing a spacious space, and lit the candlestick by the door.

The dim candlelight illuminated the exquisite portrait of a man in front of him.

A young elf with blond hair, blue eyes, a gentle and calm demeanor, a recurve bow in his hand, and a simple soldier uniform in green and brown. His brushstrokes are delicate and realistic. Selosta stared blankly at the painting. In the elf who is very similar to himself, an inexplicable sense of familiarity rises in his heart. He is very similar to him, but not so similar, especially the sharpness and courage in the eyes of the person in the painting, and the maturity and wisdom inherited from his father. Unattainable heights.He reached out and touched the portrait lightly, "This is..."

"Your Majesty's eldest son, Prince Legolas of the Jungle, is smart, dexterous, kind and generous, he will always be the pride of Jungle and His Majesty, and he is a hundred times better than you, a prince who only knows how to play!" Midrian also looked at the portrait , the love and nostalgia in his eyes overflowed, "If he is still here, maybe he can set a good example for you. At least he will never do those embarrassing pranks, nor will he obsess over the king who has important things to do His Majesty."

"Dense Forest...Prince...Legolas..." No one has ever mentioned to him that he has an older brother, and no one has ever compared him to him in this way. These true and almost harsh words deeply hurt Pride prince's heart...

He tightened his arms and buried himself in his father's arms, afraid of this word, and it hit his heart naked for the first time, afraid of being compared, afraid of being replaced, afraid of being left out, afraid of being rejected by his father...

Since then, Selosta has never done any childish behavior that violated his status as a prince, and he has gradually matured, peaceful, and magnanimous.The whole country was full of praise, but Cylosta looked at the king with an inexplicable expectation, and even he himself didn't understand what this expectation was. Is the position in the father's heart?Is it to make my father never show such a sad look again?He didn't understand, but he worked harder to change himself.