after the little prince got married

His husband, disheveled and dusty, with blond hair covered in ice and snow, and boots splashed with mud.The sun rose behind him, indicating that today would be a rare sunny day in Fredka. When he pulled the rein, the strong horse let out a long cry, its front hooves raised high, and the broken snow on the ground was thrown up, Stop in front of Ansai.

Apprehend the fugitive.

Ansai subconsciously took a step back, and the injured foot could no longer support it, and fell to the ground.He didn't dare to look at Auden, and struggled to stand up, but failed. The maid next to him was startled by him, and hurriedly stretched out her hand to help him, but her hand was blocked.

Auden walked up to him at some point, bent down, and hugged him directly.His arms are very strong, and his embrace is a mixture of ice and snow, dust, and a touch of lemon fragrance, which is a little strange, but more familiar and nostalgic.Ansai heard some maids whispering. They never said a good word when they were like this before, but now he hoped that they were praising and admiring, instead of saying some sarcastic gossip.

At this time, Braderick III came to them surrounded by the maids. He stared at Auden with satisfaction, glanced at Ansai's belly from time to time, and smiled deeper.The horse snorted impatiently, and the king quickly ordered the guards to lead the horse to the stable, then led Oden in, and ordered the maid to take him to rest.Now he acted like the most patient and thoughtful host, the gentlest elder, walking two steps away from Auden, turning sideways, and vividly introducing every oil painting and photo along the way.When there were no paintings or antique vases, he asked about Mandel III's physical condition, as if he had been an old friend of the old king for decades.

Ansai leaned his head gently on Auden's shoulder, feeling extremely warm, only his feet still hurt.Before Auden came, the pain was only mild and tolerable, and was often ignored by him; but after seeing Auden, he suddenly felt the pain rushing like a monstrous wave, which was shocking. Losing the ability to think, he could only sit still and wait for the judgment of fate.

When they passed the corridor with many windows, Ansai leaned into Auden's ear and told him that this was his favorite place when he was a child; when they walked to the arch on the second floor, Ansai said that he could see his room when he walked in , but now the room is gone.Auden ignored him, he didn't care about the corridor at all, and he didn't want to look at the reliefs on the arch. Ansai snorted softly, and decided not to say another word, but when he passed a certain painting in the next second, Still can't help but want to tell the other party that this painting is from my own hand.

Bradrick III sent them into the guest room and left with a hasty pace. Ansai knew that he wanted to have a meeting as soon as possible.

He was placed by Auden on the sofa in the office area of ​​the guest room, with a thick coat full of snow water thrown beside him.There was only one small window around, but it was enough for Ansai to see everything in the house clearly.It took him some time to muster up the courage to look at Alden's face, and when he finally raised his head and looked up from the thin shirt to Alden's face, he saw Also staring at him.He was gentler than Ansai imagined, there wasn't much negative emotion in those blue eyes, most of which was fatigue.

In order not to be too embarrassed, Ansai asked hesitantly, "Did my father ask me to go to a meeting just now?"

"I don't know." Auden sat down on the sofa opposite, he took off his boots, the bottom of his suit pants were clean but wrinkled, "Actually, I didn't listen to him, please allow me to apologize for my rude Apologize for the behavior."

"Then you just now..." Ansai felt that his limbs were glued to the sofa, otherwise why would he be unable to move at all?

"I was busy looking at the windows in the corridor just now."

The little prince lost the ability to control his expression, and would just stare blankly at Oden, like a little swan with big eyes carved out of wood, but if he was really a little swan, he would definitely be placed in the most conspicuous place by his master. The location—for his black and soft feathers, for his crimson fresh lips.

Oden smiled—this was the first time he had shown a smile in ten days. He leaned on the sofa relaxedly, crossed his legs, propped his head on his left hand, exhaled a long breath, and then sat upright, Ask Ansai very sincerely: "Then may I ask Your Highness Ansair, why is there no room?"

When he asked this question, Ansai refused to tell him.It happened that there was still the last orange left in the fruit plate on the coffee table, so I slowly picked it up and peeled it.The fruit plate is changed every two days, so the orange has long been wilted and wrinkled by the heating. It is not big, and it doesn't look so delicious, but the little prince peels it very carefully, not only the orange peel, but also the orange peel. Even the white thread in the middle of the orange must be shaved off.His fingers are very thin, and the fingertips are light pink. In Auden's mind, they are the kind of hands that can only be placed on the pages of books, but now they are peeling an unpalatable orange.

Oden asked him again, "How's your foot?"

Ansai thought he was very cold and "hummed", indicating that he didn't want to talk to others now, but the reddish ears and trembling eyelashes betrayed all the small thoughts of the master.He cleaned the shreds from the orange, and then divided the oranges one by one, and put them back together into a whole orange, when Auden suddenly heard a laugh.

"Let me see your feet," Alden said.

Then he pressed Ansai's leg quickly and took off his shoes and socks.He didn't use much strength, but Ansai couldn't break free, so he had to let Auden observe the injured foot.

In fact, the injury was not serious, and the wound was almost healed, but because the color of the potion was too bright, the injury did not look very optimistic.Auden was taken aback, and immediately said that he would take Ansai back for treatment.

"I've seen a doctor. Dr. Benson has a lot of experience," Ansai said.

But Auden's expression was still not very good-looking. He stretched out his hand to touch and pinch Ansai's ankle and instep. Perhaps this was a unique way of identifying the injury. After a long time, he finally felt relieved. "How did you get hurt?" he asked. "Did you get hurt on the road?"

Ansai really didn't want to answer this question, so he had to talk about him from left to right, repeating all the boring topics that his father thought up in the morning. When he was talking about the weather in Fredka last winter, Auden interrupted him .

Auden squatted in front of Ansai's injured foot, and there was a long and narrow tea table between them. From this angle, he could see his high browbones, nose bridge, and thick golden eyelashes. He said: "Ansai, I blame myself. As your husband, I didn't communicate with you in time..."

"No." Ansai said suddenly, "The foot...the foot was crushed by the carriage. At the gate of the palace, there were too many people who came to greet me when I arrived here, and the carriage was overwhelmed."

He could feel that Auden's gaze was fixed on his face, so he didn't dare to raise his head, and even the sound of breathing was intentionally restrained. After a long time, he heard Auden sigh: "Then they are really enthusiastic."

Ansai didn't answer, the orange in his hand was already warmed, and a few drops of juice were squeezed out from one of the petals, flowing from the base of the index finger of his right hand to the little finger, like a trail of tears.

Auden asked him if he would like to sleep a little longer, but he refused, stood up from the sofa, and walked to the closet. There were many new pajamas in the closet, most of which were big and loose, which were specially made by the king for all countries. Prepared by the nobles and the king, Ansai took out a brand new set of pajamas, put it on the bed, and threw his own pajamas on the other side of the bed.

"Sleep for a while, you should be tired." He said to Auden, "I'll go get something to eat. Breakfast starts in half an hour. There must be steaming porridge in the kitchen right now."

Concerned about his leg, Alden suggested that he fetch the food.This stupid remark made Ansai put his arms around his chest, snorted, and pulled the door open.There is a long corridor outside the house. Looking to the left, you can see at least seven or eight doors, each of which is exactly the same, without even the house number.If Auden goes out now, his destination is likely to be the study room, public toilet, utility room and other places except the kitchen.

This is because the kitchen is in the basement of the castle, where it is only connected by a very concealed staircase.

Fredka's royal palace consists of two castles and a back garden, the castle on the east is in the front, for people; the west is in the back, for everything except the royal family.The two buildings are only connected by a corridor on the first floor. The guest room is located in the eastern castle, and even the maids rarely see it.

The two walked side by side through the castle - this was Oden's last compromise. In order to cope with Ansai's injury, Oden walked slowly on purpose. When they returned to the corridor with many French windows, It was full daylight.The morning sun is a little immature, but warm enough, the light penetrates the glass and is projected on the ground, leaving a row of semicircular slender patterns on the marble floor.Auden asked, "Why do you like this place the most?"

why?In fact, Ansai can't remember clearly, he only knows that this road is the only way to the classroom.In Fredka, the young princes and princesses are very afraid of going to class, not only because the class is too busy, but also because of the tall and cruel tutor.There is no primary school in Fredka, so the people can only learn to read by themselves.In order to let the princes and princesses in the palace learn a little more knowledge and be ahead of everyone, Bradrick III spent a lot of money to find teachers for them.

This teacher was hired by him with a lot of money, and he is really good at teaching—but it is only limited to teaching.At the beginning, everything was normal. Everyone sat in their respective positions and followed the teacher to read the article.But it didn't take long for this hard-hearted guy to show his true colors.

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Sleepy, I was not sober when I wrote the last paragraph...