Why is the waste prince like that?

Zoo feast.

With fragrant clothes on the temples and shadows, cups and cups intertwined, Lancer hid behind a pillar and listened silently to the chattering of a group of little girls who couldn't hide their excitement.

"Moat is also of marriageable age."

"Come on, Nubian man."

"His third brother is not bad, but unfortunately he has no inheritance rights."

"It's a pity that Da's family didn't come, Da servant is really handsome!"

"People like red lips and big waves. What do you think about one bean sprout?"

"Let's give Miss Da a chance."

"If you are so courageous, why don't you go and try the princess directly."

"Yeah, Annie, you really are!"

After a burst of coquettish laughter, they gradually fell silent and turned to talking in low voices.

"If those two had seized the opportunity back then, they would be considered to be on the branch now."

"Hey, who would have thought of such a thing, I heard that the first one is still staying at home and afraid to go out."

"Actually, I don't think it's as scary as they say. The lion my cousin tamed is also very good."

"Hee hee, then you didn't go there at that time. Seeing Dorothy's appearance, I knew it wouldn't be such a good thing. They all said it was a tiger, but I reckoned that they might not have seen the real body at all. The real beast You have never seen a transformed person, it is very, very scary."

"Hey, Your Highness made a special trip to apologize to her father. You didn't see that old guy who sold his daughter, he was so embarrassing, but there was another one later..."

"Men, pretending, I guess I haven't even seen His Highness's face."

Lancer only blamed himself for being too good at hearing, so he could only silently move a little into the shadows, and then stared at his light screen.

A manservant carrying a tray passed by, but was stopped by a hand stretched out from among the girls, and stopped quickly. The tray shook, and the wine on it moved and swayed.

"Hey, why are the servants so stupid." The brown-haired girl snorted dissatisfiedly, took a glass of wine, ignored the mediocre male servant who bowed his head in apology, turned around and continued to talk.

The valet hesitated for a moment, and moved the tray closer to the post, but it was still a noticeable spot, and he carefully wiped the tray and moved the wine back to its original position so that it didn't look so messy.

Then, he lowered his head as if to check whether his uniform was wet. The tray naturally blocked his left hand at this time, but soon he finished checking, and then walked forward.

Lanser glanced at the monitor facing him out of the corner of his eye, pretending to have seen something and straightened up solemnly, putting away the long legs that had been placed randomly.

Then, with the gossip about Emperor Star's high society in the past four months in his ears, he read all the hot searches on the star network.

It wasn't until the aristocratic girls who had lost their interest in the conversation surrounded several more arrogant girls that Lanser found a chance to pick up the little thing that the soles of the shoes were stepping on.

He pried the gadget open with one hand, twisted out a small white disc, swallowed it quickly, and stuffed the package, which would automatically degrade in 10 minutes, into the gap between the backrest and the seat cushion.

There is no way, to participate in a banquet of this level, it is impossible not to have a physical examination.

He sat where he was for a while longer, making sure he looked like a poor guy with no connections to move.

Until Moat Nubian sent a message.

[Moat Nubian: Lan, where are you?

Star of the Empire, Solo Meow: Uh maybe...behind a pillar?

Star of the Empire, only me meow: I don't think I'm suitable for this occasion

Moat Nubian: Don't think so, if you feel bored, after the speech, there will be a parade in the zoo, which is very interesting]

This is a little too generous. The beast garden banquet is almost the most important event of the Nubian family in a year. Every year, the people invited to the parade are all prominent. Even if the standard is lowered, it should not be a small Small cadets can go.

It's obvious.

Moyat quickly found him, and said with a slightly annoyed expression, "You disappeared in a blink of an eye, and I wanted to introduce some friends to you."

Lancer showed a hint of embarrassment at the right time: "Sorry, I'm a little nervous, it seems that some people know me, but I have no idea what to talk to them about."

Even if he performed well in the competition or something, this is not an occasion that he, the son of a small nobleman, can control, and it is normal to have stage fright.

Moyat understood: "They may have watched the game, but not everyone here is worth talking to. It doesn't matter if you are conservative."

Of course, it's best if I don't have a sense of presence at all.

Lancer showed him a grateful smile: "Everything else is fine, Moyatt, thank you for inviting me."

"Really." Moyat smiled, seemed a little absent-minded, and turned his face slightly away.

At the same time, Lancer realized that there was no other sound besides the music behind him.

what happened?

Moya pulled him, and Lancer followed him into the crowd in a daze.

Then he watched him walk forward and stood behind a middle-aged man who was elegant, generous and with an extraordinary bearing.

Presumably he is the Patriarch of Nubian, Aik Nubian.

Ayk laughed a few times, turned his body sideways, and introduced his beloved son to the distinguished visitor.

At the moment when he turned sideways and a ray of gold leaked out, the crowd in this direction stirred up and blocked Lancer's vision.

Lancer smelled a weird smell, that feeling, like the rotting smell of dead creatures in the rainforest, even the perfumes of ladies and gentlemen couldn't cover it.

It wasn't terribly unbearable, but for a split second it took Lancer to keep himself from throwing up.

Disgusting, so disgusting.

He hung his head, trying to endure the deep discomfort and uncontrollable tears.

Fei Rui didn't need his calling, she had already softly started to comfort him, its soft voice echoed in his mind, slowly calming down his emotions.

He blinked, then wiped a tear from his lower eyelashes.

is it him?

No, he just has a closer bloodline.

Samir was bored with his bureaucratic talk with the old fox in front of him, and he had to come here every year, no matter how he looked at it, he was tired of it.

Do you want to introduce every child in your family that can be sold to Gu?

Being well-informed is not such a well-informed method, because the male fiancée has stayed in the mansion for three months, it is inferred that he likes men.

Ridiculous.

Lancer was able to stay in the mansion because of his own hard work. If those two people are a bit promising, it is not impossible for the Prince's Mansion to support idlers for a few months.

He felt uncomfortable thinking of this, as if something had been stained with an unsightly stain.

When he doesn't think about it, the old fox can push it if he likes it.

The height is not just right, the body is not straight enough, the hair is dull, the eyes are not round and bright enough, and they are evasive, the eyelashes are not long enough, and the smile does not feel natural and gentle.

That's it, it's really like the prince's mansion collecting waste.

You still have to look good on the face, smile slightly, and then raise your eyes...

Looking over the shoulder of the person in front of him, surrounded by dozens of mediocre faces, he noticed a familiar face with wet red eyes!

Samir's pupils trembled.

Why is he here?

What are you crying for?

The crown prince's polite and decent mask was almost shattered for a moment, but fortunately, he reacted quickly, forcibly focused on the opposite face that was forced to suppress his excitement, and hastily praised a few nonsense words as a reply.

He was restless and didn't want to watch too much, so he could only guess wildly while coping.

Who brought him?Who bullied him?What are you crying for?

Why isn't this the Prince's Mansion? He wants to shout Ollie, drive the troublemaker out, put a blanket on this young man with wet eyes, let him drink something, or...or he can touch his hair, his face can also...

As he thought about it, he casually mentioned a few things about the parade, and someone whose name was Mo would understand. He turned his head and cast a satisfied look, and took the opportunity to glance at that sad figure.

Leave early, go home quickly, don't be sad anymore, I will solve the people and things that make you unhappy.

Also, the dress fits you well and looks good on you.

The author says:

Sammy: Pay attention to your wording, my wife can stay in the mansion because of my hard work

Wife radar, beep beep beep!The perfect mask is broken!

Samir: Are these nobles good or bad?

Samir: Unlike me, I only love my wife