A squeamish bag can defeat a hundred [quick travel]

【Is the little prince still secretly reading fairy tale books? 】

Nigel is the prince of a small country. His country is very small. How small is it?All the citizens know that their little prince loves to read fairy tale books.

The young Nigel is very cute. Although he himself refuses to admit this, all the citizens will laugh and say that the little prince is the cutest little boy.

He has curly light golden hair, big dark green eyes like a forest, skin as white as milk, and a little baby fat on his small face.

Nigel was very smart and likable since he was a child. He was shy by nature, and he would blush when he was praised as cute, so when everyone saw the little prince, they liked to praise him for being cute, and liked to watch him blush Baba said, yes, yes?

Nigel's queen mother is a very gentle woman. She has the same dark green eyes as Nigel. She gives Nigel a good morning kiss and a good night kiss every day, and insists on telling Nigel a bedtime story.

All bedtime stories come from fairy tale books.

"Once upon a time there was a princess..."

"So the princess and the prince lived a happy life." Nigel's mother closed the fairy tale book, looked at Nigel gently, reached out and touched his head, and said softly: "My little prince, You can sleep now."

Nigel blinked innocently, and said softly: "But mother, I'm not sleepy now, I still want to listen to fairy tales."

The queen pinched Nigel's little face, and said with a smile, "No, my little prince has to go to bed early, otherwise he won't grow taller."

"If you are not tall, how can you protect your princess with a long sword?"

Yes, the wish of the little prince is to become a knight, preferably a knight who can subdue the dragon, and guard his princess with a sword.

So the little prince pulled up the quilt aggrievedly, and said obediently: "Good night, queen mother."

The queen kissed Nigel's little cheek and said, "Good night, my little prince."

The candle was blown out, and the room was completely dark.

The little prince lying on the bed was full of energy thinking back to those beautiful fairy tales, and wished that he could enter the fairy tale book to see if there really was a princess, and he could feel a little princess through twenty eiderdown quilts. the presence of peas.

Is there really a princess with such soft and sensitive skin?

Nigel stole to his sister's room and put a pea under the quilt.

Nigel didn't know if the sister felt the pea, but the servant found a sprouted pea on the princess' bed.

The princess thought it was amazing, so she raised the pea and put it on the bedside.

Nigel watched the legendary pea with his father, queen and queen with a stern face.

The only thing Nigel can be sure of is that his skin is smoother and softer than his sister's, because Her Royal Highness always rubs Nigel's face with envy and hatred, and says indignantly: "Obviously he is a brat, why does he look taller than his sister?" I look even better, and my skin is smoother than mine?!"

After finishing speaking, the princess wanted to kiss Nigel's little face under Nigel's disgusting gaze.

Nigel, who failed the experiment, took a deep sip of milk, thinking that maybe his country is too small, so the princesses in the country are not pure enough.

Of course, although the country is small, it has all the internal organs, and there are not many teachers that a prince should have. Countless teachers chase after the little prince.

You need to learn painting, calligraphy and dancing, you need to practice fencing, equestrian and knife skills, and you must not neglect astronomy and politics. Although the little prince is smart, he also likes to be lazy.

He once secretly read a fairy tale book in class, but was caught by the teacher.

The weather was fine at that time, and the sun shone on the little prince's flushed face, clearly showing his embarrassment and annoyance.

The teacher took the ruler and slapped the little prince's palm, and took the fairy tale book away, dumbfounded, and said, "The little prince is already this old, and he still likes reading fairy tale books."

The other children around covered their mouths and snickered, the little prince stammered: "...No, no, I just... occasionally look at it." His voice became smaller and smaller, and finally he almost buried his face in his chest .

This matter was spread to ten, ten to hundreds, and soon the whole country knew about it.

When the little prince walks on the street, some citizens will smile and ask: "Is the little prince still secretly reading fairy tale books?"

Nigel's face was flushed, and his earlobe was so red that it dripped blood. He stood helplessly, wishing that a big hole would be opened in the ground so that he could have a hiding place.

Everyone looked at them kindly, and some kind old people smiled and gave the little prince a bag of fruit to take back to the palace to eat.

One day, a wandering wizard saw the little prince, was amazed by his magical talent, and wanted to take the little prince as his apprentice.

The little prince's country is very small, no one has magic talent, and the little prince is the only one who has magic talent.

It's just that he doesn't want to be a wizard, he wants to be a knight.

When the wizard regretfully asked why, the little prince just shook his head and said that he was not interested.

In fact, he didn't say the real reason.

In fairy tales, there is no love story between a wizard and a princess.He will become a great knight in the future, find a real princess, and live happily with her.

Isn't that what fairy tales say?

The wizard left with a sigh and left some precious magic books for the little prince before leaving.

"You are the person with the most magical talent I have ever met." The wizard regretted.

What is magical talent?

The little prince was holding the magic book alone, and there was a spell of light on it. He read it softly according to the spell in the book, and a bright ball of light emerged from his fingertips.

What the little prince didn't know was that even the Holy Son of the Church of Light couldn't directly cast the Light Art for the first time.

Nigel curled his lips, and whispered, "It doesn't seem to be difficult, it's so boring." He threw the magic book aside, and continued to open his fairy tale book and read it happily.

Time went by little by little, Nigel grew taller, and the princess reached the age to marry.

The princess fell in love with a painter.

The painter is very good at painting, and what is even more commendable is that the painter can appreciate the princess's works.The princess likes people who draw well because she draws badly.

All of her works are abstract.

Everyone is most afraid of the time of the princess's painting exhibition, because when the princess hangs up her works, people will always guess what she drew.

"Nigel, do you think my work looks good?!" the princess said excitedly to the little prince.

Nigel glanced at the triangle in front of him calmly, and said, "This is the legendary equilateral triangle, right? Sister, you draw it very standard."

"This is the mountain, the mountain, the mountain!" The princess grabbed Nigel's shoulder and began to shake wildly.

Nigel was dizzy from being shaken, and said weakly: "What a beautiful mountain."

The princess flicked her skirt angrily and left.

Until one day, a young painter came over and praised the messy lines: "This forest is so beautiful."

He also said to the work with a mess of colors: "This sunset is so beautiful."

Finally, he looked at the monster-like work and said, "Surely this is the beautiful princess?"

The princess lifted up her skirt excitedly and came over, chatting passionately with her bosom friend. They chatted from works to life, and then to the future, and finally they talked sweetly about love.

Nigel expressed his shock. He asked his brother-in-law in confusion how he recognized the self-portrait of the princess from the shocking works.

The painter said gracefully: "Look, prince, there is a small black spot in the lower left corner of the square. Isn't this the mole on the princess's face?"

Nigel was speechless.

The days passed day by day. Although some people would still ask Nigel if he secretly read fairy tale books, overall it was very beautiful.

...If there is no appearance of that devil.

Life is not a fairy tale after all, Nigel didn't understand this truth until the day the nightmare came.

It was a masked man whose whole body was pitch black with only dark red eyes exposed.

He came to this country very suddenly.

And very inexplicably became a national teacher.

Of course, only Nigel thinks about these sudden and inexplicable things. All the people except Nigel worship this national teacher so fanatically.

Even if the national teacher kills more than a dozen people every day.

But Her Royal Highness said, this is not murder, the national teacher just sent their souls to the sky, leaving their cumbersome bodies in this world.

The sky was clear that day, and Her Royal Highness the Princess hugged Nigel with a bright smile, and said happily, "I'm going to the sky too~" She lifted up her gorgeous long dress, humming and happily joined the sacrifice team.

She used to be so happy.

Holding the germinated pea so happily, he called his father, queen mother and Nigel to visit.

So happy to draw a ghostly comic strip, and interpret it to Nigel, look, this is the story of the little prince peeking at the fairy tale book.

So happily wearing the newly made wedding dress, circling in front of Nigel, happily said, I will get married next month.

She is getting married next month.

Being with that young and handsome painter with unique aesthetics, Nigel was still very unhappy when he heard the news, thinking that the painter must have learned a lot of rhetoric to deceive his silly sister.

She is getting married next month.

But Nigel couldn't wait for the wedding, because his sister was happy to sacrifice.

His royal father and queen mother also looked at the princess's body with bright smiles, and said with relief, that's great.

Why is this so?

Why is he the only one out of place in the whole world?

Sitting at the desk, Nigel opened the magic book given to him by the wizard. The most powerful book in it was a book of the dead.

More and more people died. One day, his father and mother walked up to Nigel and said softly, "Nigel, let's go sacrifice together."

Wearing gorgeous clothes and crowns, the father and the queen stretched out their hands to their most beloved little prince.

Nigel lowered his eyes and held their hands. He held his beloved father and queen with his left hand and his dear mother with his right hand. He seemed to hold his whole world.

Countless people stood in front of the national teacher, ready to kill themselves with bright smiles. Nigel was holding a gem-studded dagger, and tears flowed quietly from his dark green eyes.

He raised his dagger and stabbed the national teacher.

So countless citizens rushed to attack him angrily, including his favorite father and mother.

Numerous corpses fell down, and Nigel controlled the corpses to stand up unsteadily, and besieged the national division together.

He really has a great talent for magic.

He almost killed the devil.

Almost.

It's a pity that it's just a little bit short.

The devil with dark red eyes screamed: "I want to curse you! Curse you to be haunted by ghosts in this life! Curse your face to wither! Curse you to never have peace!"

The fire of hell is burning.

Nigel knelt on the ground, his blood and tears flowed down silently, and then let out a wail similar to that of a wild animal.

All of them are dead.

The souls of those tragic deaths threw themselves on his body ferociously, biting fiercely.

Obviously those people were still gentle before, is the little prince still secretly reading fairy tale books?

At this moment, he pinched his neck and let out a mournful wail.

Fairy tale, why is it so cruel?

Nigel picked up his queen's body and laid it on the deck.He picked up all the dead bodies and put them on the boat. If one boat couldn't fit, he put them on another boat.

Those corpses had been burned by the fire of hell, and they could no longer be buried in the usual way, because when those corpses were buried in the soil, the evil flames would gradually grow, and then burn more and more intensely.

He is going to the bottom of the sea, to quench these fiery flames with the coldest water.

He shed all tears, put on a ferocious and cold mask, drove a boat full of corpses to the deepest seabed, dug a cave, and buried all the corpses in the depths of the sea.

"Nigel is an evil wizard, you can see his cave is full of bones!"

"He's a devil with blood on his hands!"

"My God, how could there be such an evil existence!"

Nigel was wearing a mask and sat quietly on the corpse. In his ears were the wailing of countless vengeful spirits, and countless venomous curses. Those curses were like sharp knives one after another, piercing his heart.

One knife after another, bloody.

He thought of his queen mother, who was sitting by the bed, holding a book of fairy tales and said softly: "In this world, there is a knight who defeated the dragon, but was accidentally scratched by the dragon in the heart. So He needs a new heart."

"The king is a cheapskate. He was reluctant to use precious materials such as gold, silver, ruby, amber, cast iron, and silk to make a heart for the knight. He gave the knight a glass heart."

"So the knight has become a very fragile person, and the slightest disturbance will hurt his glass heart."

Nigel sat quietly on the corpse, stretched out his pale hand to cover his left chest, and the heart made of flesh and blood was beating thumpingly at the moment.

With every beating, blood and despair flowed out.

Why is glass the most fragile material?Obviously flesh and blood are the most fragile existence.

Similarly, if a knife is stabbed in the heart, there may only be a crack in the glass heart, but blood will flow from the heart.

Sure enough, fairy tales are all false.

Is the little prince still secretly reading fairy tale books?

In my memory, someone said to him with a smile.

But there is no longer a little prince named Nigel in the world. There is only a wizard named Nigel. Wizards don’t know how to read fairy tale books, because wizards bury corpses every day. Wizards don’t cry because he once After crying for so long, the blood came out from crying, and finally the blood dried up. The wizard has no heart, because his heart made of flesh and blood has been pierced with holes and blood.

The wizard couldn't sleep every night, because the wails of resentful spirits rang in his ears all the time, one after another, it was the miserable cry when he was burned by the fire of hell, and it was the unwilling wail of death. , is the curse of those in hell on the living.

Is the little prince still secretly reading fairy tale books?

The wizard turned over and opened his eyes quietly.

He remembered his older sister, that carefree Her Royal Highness holding the album, sitting next to the little prince, insisting, hurry up and guess, what is this painting? !

--do not know

——No! You must guess! Hurry up!

--tiger?

——Of course it’s a butterfly, a butterfly, a butterfly!!!

The bluffing princess finally stopped talking. She closed her eyes and lay in the cold coffin. The little prince knelt on the ground, and a tear fell on the princess's face.

The wizard blinked his eyelashes slowly, his dry eyes could no longer shed a single tear.The pain in the left chest has been so long that it has become numb.

Is the little prince still secretly reading fairy tale books?

The citizens stood by the side of the road, laughed warmly and kindly, then turned around and turned into grim-faced wraiths, pounced on him.

Nigel didn't fall asleep. He was quietly refining the potion. It was a sleeping potion. If he drank a lot of it in one go, he would fall into a state of suspended animation.

In fact, he was the one who deserved to die.

Those resentful spirits pinched his neck and said bitterly, "Why don't you die with us?!"

Nigel lowered his eyes, staring at the piece of green soup, thinking quietly, yes, why didn't he die with everyone.

The princess holding the skirt smiled happily, let's go to the sky together~

The royal father and the queen wearing the crown stretched out their hands and smiled softly, Nigel, my child, let's go together.

Nigel raised his head and drank the potion, his dark green eyes were empty and dead silent, he thought, I have to kill that devil first, and then go to see everyone.

kill the devil...

It seems that this is the only meaning of his life.

Wearing a cold mask and a pitch-black cloak, he walks on land.He met a lot of people, and he helped a lot of people.

He saw many devil-infested countries, and he saw many tragic stories.

Stories like this are never recorded in fairy tale books. In these stories, the devil is on a carnival, and good people are not rewarded.

Is the little prince still secretly reading fairy tale books?

He sat on the corpse and thought, no, there is no more little prince, no more fairy tales in this world.

Until one day, standing in a dark cave, he heard a melodious singing voice, which seemed to be pouring down from the very high sky, passing through layers of clouds, passing through the icy lake water, passing through time and space, Sprinkled on him, on the desperate wizard, on the little prince holding a book of fairy tales.

All the wailing voices of the wraiths were covered, all the darkness and dirt were washed away, all the dripping blood and despair were wiped away.

It seems that the soul has been washed pure.

what is that soundWho is singing?Is someone standing in a very high sky and singing?

He stood up in a daze, walked out of the dark cave like sleepwalking, followed countless colorful swimming fish, and followed the holy and ethereal singing, and came in front of the man.

That must be some kind of arrangement.

Everything on the bottom of the sea is dark and dark blue, while the other side is sparkling golden, like the sun sinking into the darkness, slowly illuminating everything around.

The warm sunshine and holy singing just sprinkled on him.

Turns out, this is what it feels like to be redeemed.

His Highness is the most beautiful salvation. His Highness makes the heart that has been silent for a long time beat slowly.

He remembered the reason why he liked fairy tales before.

His queen mother was sitting by the bed, holding a book of fairy tales and reading: "The brothers and sisters happily took a closer look and found that this house is all made of candies and biscuits!"

The little prince was lying on the bed, and the warm candlelight shone on him. He suddenly had a dream in his heart, which was to make a lot of desserts, build a candy house, and give the candy to the people he liked. The door of the candy house Always open to those he loves.

He has always loved Sleeping Beauty stories.

Everything fell into a deep sleep, everything returned to peace, they all hid, silent, like ascetics, or like believers kneeling on the holy road, enduring all the loneliness and solitude, waiting for the moment when salvation comes .

And so redemption came.

So the prince woke up the princess with a kiss.

So the person in front of him turned around, stared at him with those blue eyes like the sky, and asked with the most beautiful voice in the world: "Who are you?"

yes, who is he?

Is he the little prince holding a book of fairy tales deep in his memory?

Or the wizard who sat on everyone's corpses?

He has tasted the purest happiness and enjoyed the happy time. He has also experienced the deepest despair and endured endless loneliness.

But looking into those azure blue eyes, everything doesn't matter anymore.

All entanglement is meaningless.

The face hidden under the mask, slowly and awkwardly, smiled, "I am the wizard of the sea, Nigel."

His Highness sat beside him carefree and sang a melodious song softly. Countless schools of fish came and danced around them upon hearing the sound.His Highness's fish tail was swaying back and forth, and little bubbles of Gulu Gulu popped out, like the joy swaying out of his heart.

So he couldn't help but keep his highness.

The medicine can be completed in half a day, but it must be delayed for so long.

In fact, it wasn't a waste of effort, he spent the extra time thinking about how to make the potion taste better.

The sleeping potion he himself often drank was bitter. The bitterness spread from the tip of his tongue, to his heart, and to his limbs. He lay alone on the stone bed, slowly savoring the bitterness like masochistic.

But his highness is a different existence.

His Highness should be soaked in a honey pot, drinking all the sweet things, always wearing that carefree and sweet smile.Standing there, he can soften people's hearts.

He boiled the medicine with lowered eyes, and pretended not to mention to His Royal Highness behind him that he wanted to build a candy house.In fact, he still has a lot of unspoken words, that is, Your Highness, I want to build a candy house, and then invite you to sit in it.

If you go in and sit down, I'll lock the door.

I won't let you go.

Why should you think so, Nigel, you are indeed a sinful man.Look at you, you are obviously cursed, you are haunted by resentful spirits, and your face is withered, why do you want to be greedy for the sunshine that does not belong to you?

He always felt that His Highness was like a ray of sunshine, very bright, shining brightly on the sea surface, it looked so close, but when he touched it with his hands, it was all fragmented sea water.

That light, it is pouring down from a very high sky.

He stood in the abyss, raised his head, and looked up at the light representing redemption.

"Your Highness was joking." That was all he could say.

Even if he wanted to keep His Highness so madly in his heart.

But Nigel, you can't do that, you can't selfishly have your Highness's best moments, he's only just grown up, he hasn't seen the outside world, he's so young, so fresh, so lovable.

what about you?

You are just a wizard sitting on a pile of white bones rotting in the deep sea.

Even if you agree to His Highness, one day, if His Highness accidentally discovers your curse, your face, and all your sins and embarrassments, will he still like you?

Why don't you dare take off the mask?

coward.

You see, you are different from them after all.You are no longer a little prince, and you cannot pursue His Highness openly like those who stand in the sun.

You can only hide under the mask, so selfish, so cowardly, and so incompetent to prolong the time of refining medicine, you can only use this stolen time to quietly record everything with a crystal ball.

Yes, it was considered very early on.

Nigel and his Highness, all their contacts can only stop at this stolen time.

When His Royal Highness landed and found someone he really liked, then they could live happily together, just like in all fairy tales, living so happily together.

And he can hide in the corner, watch his highness quietly, send blessings against his will, and then stay in the abyss alone, take out the crystal ball and recall the past in the most bitter and lonely time.

When he died, he would take this crystal ball to bury him. Since the heart that was riddled with holes was already rotten, he should dig out that heart and put the crystal ball in place of the heart.

After thousands of years, when his bones are mixed with all the white bones, the only way to distinguish them is to look at the position of the chest cavity to see if there is that crystal ball.

But thousands of years later, the mud will bury everything, and who will see the bones?

His Highness hugged him and said softly, "Do you like me, do you want to be with me? As long as you want, then this heart is yours."

Your Highness, please don't say that.

He will take it seriously.

If, years from now, or at any time, you had turned away from this sinful man, he would...he would have killed you.

He will take your life with his own hands, dig out that heart that is still warm, and confirm its existence.He will pick up your dead body and put it on the endless white bones, he will shed his last tear, with the sea of ​​​​emotions that have long since dried up, he will lose everything, finish everything, and then lie next to you, with The cold blade pierced into the already riddled heart.

You see, in front of you is such a sinful man, he killed so many people, he killed his parents with his own hands, he killed all the citizens with his own hands, he is a man standing in the depths of hell .

So please stop saying that.

He clenched his right hand into a fist, placed it on his left chest, lowered his head, and slowly bent over to his highness.This is the oldest knightly etiquette.

A long time ago, when he was a little prince, his knight teacher said to him, if one day you meet someone you love deeply, you can use this etiquette to express your unswerving love until death allegiance.

I will be loyal to you, give everything, and swear by the glory of my life.

He maintained this posture, standing like a stone sculpture, everything seemed to become stiff, the surrounding air, his skin, his heart, and his soul.

All froze.

A dead silence.

Only those grim-faced resentful spirits turned their corpses over and pounced on him, frantically pinching his neck, and shouted so sharply, why don't you die?

Why doesn't he die?

He wants to protect his Highness.

Until his highness, find someone better.

Your Highness, you see, what you confessed to is such a sinful person. You clearly said that you would let go, but you can find a lot of high-sounding reasons to cover up your rotten heart. Look, what a sinner he is Serious people.

Do you... still like him?

He regretted it.

He follows you like a ghost, so anxiously following you, enduring the anxiety in his heart all the time, he doesn't want to see you smile at anyone, he doesn't want to see you smile at anyone A person tempted.

How could there be such a sinful person.

But in front of you, that person becomes the original little prince again. Only in front of you, that person will become the original little prince. He will stumble and be unable to speak a word, and his face will be flushed with nervousness. , he will laugh, he will feel warm.

If your sweet words are poison, then he is willing to drink poison to quench his thirst every day, and he will not change his original intention if he wears poisonous wine through his intestines.

So please keep talking, if it's a lie, then please keep lying, even if one day, you don't love him anymore, you can still tell some lies, any sloppy lies, you see, as long as it is you Whatever he said, he would believe it.

How are you, Your Highness?

The person in front of him cupped his face and said with a smile, "I really love you, Your Excellency."

So all the wailing sounds in my ears dissipated, so all the haze in my heart dissipated, and then the curse was eliminated, like the melting of ice and snow, the recovery of all things, and the return of spring to the earth.

The little prince, who looked good and harmless, is also back.

He carefully controlled this huge body full of uncertainties, he tentatively picked up the fairy tale book, and finally showed a long-lost smile.

But only Nigel knew that everything was a precarious illusion, like a thin piece of paper, trying to envelop the hellfire.

If there is any omen, any uncertainty, any sense of crisis of being abandoned, the fire will explode and devour everything.

He poured the cream on His Highness's fish tail, leaned over to lick it, it was really too sweet, it was so sweet that it made your teeth hurt.But the soul that has tasted all the bitterness needs this drowning sweetness.

If it is really possible to die like this.

Then drown in this love.

His highness bit his lower lip aggrievedly, and muttered impatiently: "Why are you so jealous, stop licking it! Nigel! Big villain! I tell you to stop!" The last voice changed its tone.

But he really likes this kind of sweetness, he wants to bite down slowly and swallow his sweet and soft Highness into his stomach, but after eating, it will be gone, so he can only lick it and cherish it Licking, licking today, and continuing to lick tomorrow, he can lick for as long as a lifetime, so sweet candy, so drowning in love.

He finally realized his dream, built a candy house and filled it with his favorite Highness.

His Highness is sweet, his smile is sweet, his breath is sweet, his voice is sweet.It's really sweet, he hugged his highness hard, but he was reluctant to use his strength, he even carefully tested the strength of the hug.

Everything that followed was like a dream.

He danced with his royal highness.

He used to work hard to learn dance, so that one day he could dance with the people he likes, and they danced on the dance floor.

Round and round, spinning so briskly, His Highness smiled happily, carefree, His Highness's blue eyes sparkled, like hard candy reflected in the sunlight so attractive of light.

His Highness hugged him, and kissed him so tenderly and happily again and again.

He married his royal highness.

With everyone's blessing, they embraced each other, Your Highness, you see, you have already held the most sacred ceremony with me, so you can't go back on your word, if you go back on your word, I will arrest you and lock you up in the candy house Li, whenever you change your mind, I will let you out.

He is always worried.

But none of this happened, luckily it didn't happen.

His Highness was lying on the shell bed, and coquettishly said: "Your Excellency~ I want to hear a bedtime story~"

He was slightly taken aback, and then slowly took out a thick book of fairy tales.It was all these years, and he still remembered that his mother used to sit by the bed so tenderly, turning the pages of the book, and softly telling him beautiful fairy tales.

At this time, he picked up the fairy tale book and quietly glanced at his Highness, who was sweet and soft, with a coquettish smile, and His Highness wagging his tail.

Then he lowered his eyes and looked at the words on the page.

"A long time ago, there was a princess..." Just like the fairy tales he had heard countless times, this was an extremely old-fashioned beginning, but at this moment, his always restless, restless heart gradually felt something. A long-lost peace.

"...the princess and the prince lived happily together."

His Highness shook his head in dissatisfaction, and said, "Oh, I'm tired of hearing these stories!"

He laughed slowly, and the smile got bigger and bigger, and he laughed inexplicably, even he himself didn't know why he was so happy all of a sudden.

His Highness was obviously unhappy, and angrily said: "I'm serious, I'm really tired of hearing it!"

He nodded quickly and kissed the angry Highness.

So His Highness leaned on his shoulder, raised his little finger and pointed at Jiang Shan and said, "Hey, fairy tales are all made up by the predecessors. Why can't we make up stories when they can make them up?"

His Highness became more and more excited as he talked, his little face was puffed up with excitement, "Look, haven't we just witnessed the love story between the princess and the dragon? We can write this story down!"

He couldn't help rubbing His Highness's head, and under His Highness's bright gaze, he said, "Then we must first seek the opinions of the princess and the giant dragon, and we can only write if they agree."

His Highness rubbed back and forth in his arms, like a coquettish little milk cat, and said sweetly and sweetly: "I don't care, I'm going to read a new fairy tale now~"

His Highness rubbed his arms noisily for a while, then raised his head happily, and said energetically, "Ah! We can write our own stories into fairy tales!"

He froze in place, staring blankly at his highness.

His Highness shook his head and said with a smile: "A long time ago, there was the most beautiful little mermaid in the world. He wanted to find someone who was gentle, could cook, and had red ears."

"So all the princes came, and they traveled across the sea with gold and silver jewels, trying to win the little mermaid's heart. But they can't cook, and they can't have red ears."

"The Little Mermaid rejected them. The princes went away sadly."

"People thought that maybe the little mermaid didn't like the prince. So all the brave men came, carrying the corpse of the monster and bragging about their achievements."

"But the Little Mermaid still doesn't like them."

"The brave men were very sad, and they left too. So the merchant said, "The Little Mermaid likes us, and all kinds of people have come. They are handsome, knowledgeable, brave, wise, kind, and rich."

"But the little mermaid doesn't like it, why?" His highness raised his face, looked at him brightly, asked himself and answered, "Because the little mermaid likes the wizard in the deep sea~"

"This wizard is very gentle, he can cook, and his ears turn red when he doesn't move."

His Highness hugged him happily, and said sweetly: "It turns out that this wizard is a cursed prince. When the little mermaid kissed him, the curse was lifted and he became the most handsome prince in the world." His Royal Highness."

Someone in the memory said, is the little prince still secretly reading fairy tale books?

That's right, the little prince is not only reading fairy tale books now, but also reading them openly, and has written new fairy tales.

The little prince and the little mermaid hold hands and go on a wonderful adventure together, adapting all interesting things into new fairy tales.

But the best fairy tale they wrote was the love story between the little prince and the little mermaid.

Do not believe?listen--

In the deep sea, all the fish, shrimp and scallops are singing their love stories.

【End of the show】