Why is the waste prince like that?

Due to some unspeakable reasons, and the approach of the New Year, the various ceremonies held for the Crown Prince have sped up the process. Considering that His Royal Highness Samuel has more outstanding and shining military achievements than before, the vacancies in the military department that were previously vacant are also urgently needed. He is required to take office.

Of course, there are other reasons. The one who had been hesitant about this matter due to various considerations, seemed to have made up his mind this time, and successively refuted several elders who entered the palace to persuade him.

But getting this vain position with almost no power compared to the status of the prince means that His Royal Highness Samuel's position as the prince is really secure.

Today is the second day of His Royal Highness the Crown Prince's appointment. Although he is already considered modest on weekdays, he is no match for the radiance of the past two days, with a smile on his lips from time to time, and even the tone of his response to greetings is inexplicably flying.

In terms of appearance, it seems that it is not as exquisite and flawless as in the past. The golden curly hair that grows to the chest is loosely tied with a dark green ribbon, and a few shorter strands hang down on the face. The coat is far less crisp than usual. The Crown Prince, who used to be solemn and respectful, looked much more lazy and relaxed.

Sure enough, every happy event is different.

The incomprehensible adjutant hinted frequently, but the wise and discerning prince ignored it. It wasn't until he bluntly said that His Highness's appearance was slightly flawed that the charming prince lowered his eyes.

I don't know how he understood this remonstrance. He didn't show the slightest panic or displeasure at being brushed off his face. Instead, he lowered his eyes and smiled, and said softly as if he was trying to excuse him: "Everything has a reason. The process of growing up, you say yes, Gaou."

Then he stopped explaining to the bewildered adjutant, turned around and left, just a back view, for some reason made people suddenly feel uncomfortable.

A familiar aroma lingers in the remaining air.

It's a bit like... um, how should I put it... It seems to be on the lips.

It wasn't until Gao came home from get off work, took off his coat, picked up his giggling little daughter, and kissed her little cheek.

It's the smell of a family-sized shower gel.

He hugged his daughter's writhing little body, and carefully kissed the lips of his smiling wife, smelling a warm fragrance from her neck, seeing her expectant gaze, he could only swallow his saliva, and took out his own The posture of the textual research hesitated for a few seconds before answering: "Lori No. 5."

Still smiling, his wife raised a finger and pushed his face away, declaring that he had failed the exam for today's perfume certificate: "No, it's Da's Dong Ai. Dad didn't make any progress today."

The little girl pulled his hair and imitated her mother and said word by word: "Daddy didn't make any progress today~"

Well, he really couldn't tell the difference between these perfumes and fragrances. It might just be because he didn't understand how His Royal Highness could use such cheap bath products.

He quickly put this matter behind him, and rubbed his stubble on the tender face of the elementary school tongue bird: "You are not allowed to make fun of Dad~"

The subordinate's ignorance will not affect Samuer's happy mood. He replied to the question, but accidentally remembered that he got up early in the morning and frantically found a ribbon from his luggage, and temporarily found a ribbon on the Internet. Lancer who tied his hair for the tutorial.

Hey, he himself is still in his pajamas in a mess, and his hair is messy, and of course he can't tie his hair well.

After all, they've only lived together for a few days, and everything needs a process of growth.

Alas, maybe cohabitation is just like this, and it needs to be adjusted.

Lancer has been working on a thesis of his teacher for the past two days, but most of the thesis in that area are written in Opon Liwen, and there are too few translations. He has to start learning the language by himself, and at the same time actively contact relevant academic experts .

It is very fulfilling to spend all day at home around intellectual brains and literature, and to go to the teacher's place to receive criticism and sort out materials when I find time.

There is nothing wrong with staying at home. He also took this opportunity to learn some other skills, such as tying hair for big cats. Let His Royal Highness the Crown Prince take out the girls, but a hair tie at home is also enough.

The hustle and bustle of the first few days did not last long, and soon Lancer mastered the skill of taking care of the smooth and shiny golden curly hair. Every morning, he got up in a daze, and took out a high-end hair from the bedside table. The hairpin tied the big cat's hair at work, instructed him to iron his coat, and then tied it back into the quilt.

While smoothing the curls at the end of his hair, Samir hung his coat into the all-in-one clothes processing device that was specially bought for him but took up a lot of space. Then he glanced at the time, opened the door, and took the clothes from the prince. He put the meal from the government, put it in the warming cabinet in the kitchen, and turned around to get his coat when the warming cabinet started slightly beeping.

Then, neatly dressed, he stood in front of the full-length mirror and hesitated for a few seconds. He still leaned against the dazed person on the bed, but he just stroked his hair lightly.

He pursed his lips, looking a little disappointed.

But there is a process of growth in everything, so he held the other's thin and warm arm, put it into a warmer bed, patted it, and went out again in a good mood.

At ten o'clock, Lancer got up, rubbed his eyes and went to the kitchen for food.

The warming cabinet is a housewarming gift from Da Congyuan. The golden brand logo is guaranteed by its powerful functions. The meals prepared according to a certain system that definitely exceed the size of one person still retain the heat just out of the oven.

He ate and watched the news until his schedule reminded him that today was a day when someone would come to visit.

Ms. Malena and her husband Mr. Zaralu.

They arrived at about three o'clock in the afternoon, and Lancer continued to watch Obon Liwen's online class. This is a natural language, and the lecturer is of a high standard. When teaching, he likes to combine knowledge such as customs and landforms. The more Lancer learns, the more interesting he is.

At noon, he had a simple lunch and baked two baskets of biscuits.

No way, although his kitchen is not big, most of the kitchen utensils inside are housewarming gifts from others, and all of them are top-of-the-line accessories from top brands in the industry, with complete functions and excellent efficiency.

That's right, this other person refers to the Prince's Mansion.

Hearing that he has his own small house, everyone in the Prince's Mansion once again showed their talents.

Among them, the one that puzzled him the most was the collaboration between Miss Qi Luolisi and Wei Mi again.

A set of intricately woven and gorgeously embroidered bedding, with pairs of unknown birds embroidered all over it.

This is an art that Lancer still doesn't understand, and the result of the inquiry is just a mascot that symbolizes a new beginning under a certain cultural background on the original star.

But covering his body with this style and material will only make him sleep badly.

He put it on the shelf.

At three o'clock in the afternoon, the doorbell rang on time. Outside the door was a well-groomed middle-aged couple. Teacher Malena carried out her intellectual elegance and intellectuality, while her husband seemed a little nervous. After greeting, he brought the gift in.

Although I learned from Mr. Malena that this fierce veteran officer had protected him with his power for a long time, but after all, he was not very familiar with him, and Lancer understood him.

To get congratulations from his parents and friends is actually a good thing he never thought of, so he is in a very happy mood today, with a sweet smile and an affectionate attitude.

The gift is a set of all-round equipment for making tea and coffee, which still occupies a large area.

While Marlena was adjusting the equipment in the kitchen with great interest, Mr. Zaralu, who had been silent like a porter pulled from the street, swallowed a small biscuit and spoke in a low voice.

"The neighborhood has just been taken over by an unknown property."

Lancer understood what he meant, but how frank did he need to be.

Sorry, this is because my cohabitant is the crown prince of the empire, and there may not be many serious neighbors around at present.

He decided at the moment to let the Prince's Mansion give him a lot of money.

Thinking about it, Lancer pushed another plate of chocolate chip cookies towards him: "I am fully aware of this matter, but I can't explain it to you at the moment, please forgive me."

Although he hadn't talked much, he inexplicably knew how to face this experienced and taciturn veteran officer: "But there is one more dangerous thing I want to tell you right now."

"Moat Nubian sent me an invitation."

When Zalalu heard this, the hand holding the cookie trembled slightly: "Invite what? The zoo? Did you reject him?"

Lancer lowered his eyes: "I don't, I think this opportunity should be very longed for by people like me."

Zhalalu held the cookie, hesitated for a while, and said, "If you refuse, it will make him think there is something wrong with you."

"But if I go, I'm afraid it will be another dangerous situation."

Zalalu thought for a while before he ate the cookie he held in his hand for a long time, letting the slightly bitter burnt smell permeate his lips and teeth: "Perhaps at first...you shouldn't get involved..."

"We don't even know who the real enemy is yet."

Lancer looked at him, his eyes were as clear as water: "No, sir, I should come, this is my business, you are the one who shouldn't be involved."

Hearing what he said, Zalalu showed a bit of adult frustration: "No, after so many years, we can only find a little bit of superficiality, and now, we still want you to go to that kind of place as bait."

Lancer pushed the biscuit plate a little further, noticed the shadow of the skirt, and said nothing.

It doesn't matter, as long as he goes, he will know.

The author says:

Samir (happy husband) thought: Is the piercing normal?

Samir (the happy husband) thought to himself: Could it be that you people have no vision?

Samir (the happy husband) thought to himself: Could it be because you don’t have anyone to help you tie your hair, so you can’t appreciate the youthful beauty of my wife’s first morning tying my hair?A conjecture, not necessarily true.

Samir (happy husband) said: "Everything has a process of growth."