There is a dragon in the backyard of the palace

Qinglong was next to him, gently patted his head, and the little table with the teapot and snacks had been pushed aside at some point.When the little prince saw Qinglong, his eyes were so gentle that water dripped out:

"You are so beautiful and lovely, your emperor won't have the heart to kill you."

This is simply nonsense, if the Holy Majesty wants to kill someone, he will definitely not be able to escape easily by relying on being cute and beautiful.But for some reason, after listening to Qinglong's words and being patted by Qinglong, the little prince felt as if he had received some comfort, and somehow calmed down.

The little prince has not been patted by anyone for many years, and he has long forgotten the taste of being patted.The last person to pat him on the head was his mother, the young princess who died of sadness and loneliness early.For this reason, the little prince shouldn't like being patted on the head.When Qinglong wanted to touch his head last time, he dodged it. This time, he was sad that he didn't realize it in advance, and he succeeded.However, the little prince suddenly felt...

This taste doesn't seem to be as bad as he imagined, maybe he can temporarily forget all this, just in the arms of the green dragon in front of him...enjoying the feeling of being caressed for a while?

The little prince deliberately ignored the delicate and complicated relationship between the dragon in front of him and his father, and only regarded him as an object that he could rely on for the time being.

He leaned on Qinglong's shoulder.

Qinglong seemed to feel that this posture was not very comfortable, so he moved a little, and gently supported the little prince's waist, and the chains on his body rattled.

The sound of the chains seemed to wake up the little prince a little.At this time, the dragon he was relying on was his father's prisoner, and there should have been a deep-rooted hatred between them.Although Long once said that this matter has nothing to do with him.But the father's debt is paid by the son is the truth that people in the world have recognized since ancient times, how can he not care about it at all?

However, at this time he was leaning on the dragon's arms.

There seems to be something wrong here.

He raised his head to look at Qinglong, Qinglong's expression was so calm, he didn't seem to mind anything, didn't care about anything, just patted him, like holding a child.

The little prince struggled a bit, trying to get out of his arms.But Long's embrace was a bit too comfortable, and he couldn't break it out all at once.

Qinglong tilted his head to look at him:

"what happened?"

"No, it's nothing." The little prince suddenly felt a little embarrassed, so he continued to lie in Qinglong's arms, and finally asked again, "My father locked you here, will you hate me?"

"I hate what you do. You have nothing to do with these things. Besides, you are just a cub. There is no reason for you to be responsible for the things of the previous generation."

Qinglong's words are not much different from what he said last time, enough to make people feel relieved, or at least temporarily.But the word cub made the little prince a little angry:

"I'm no cub, I've been crowned, I'm a grown man."

"You're not yet 20 years old." Qinglong narrowed his eyes, "The way of nature is written there, it's not like holding a ceremony to make the cubs grow up in advance."

Qinglong's words are really... hard to refute.

The little prince was a little frustrated.

He was so frustrated that he didn't pay attention, the hairpin was pulled from behind by the dragon, and he took off his little crown along the way, the little prince's long hair fell down all of a sudden, and he frowned all of a sudden:

"what are you doing?"

"It's okay." Long's voice was soft, "I'll comb your hair."

As Long said so, he actually combed his hair.He didn't have a comb at hand, so he just combed it with his fingers and gently pressed the little prince's scalp.

The dragon's fingers were very cold, and the little prince remembered that his blood probably wasn't as hot as a human's.

But it was really comfortable for him to comb his hair with his fingers. His movements were very slow and light, and he was still gently rubbing his scalp while combing. The little prince felt so comfortable that he was about to fall asleep.

He really fell asleep, lying on the dragon's lap.He hasn't been sleeping well in the past few days, and fell asleep very quickly in Long's arms.When he woke up, the sun was already in the west.

He woke up, sat up suddenly, touched his head, and found that his hair had already been combed, the crown was straightened, and the hairpin was inserted.

He got up from the dragon's embrace, and looked at the sky outside through the window:

"I have to go now."

Long said goodbye to him very calmly. The little prince opened the door and walked out of the house. When he turned around and closed the door, he glanced at him unconsciously.

The afterglow of the setting sun was scattered on the dragon's hair, and the little prince vaguely saw a bright reflection.The expression of the dragon was still indifferent, motionless like a sculpture, but the evening sun gilded his outline, making him shine.

He is so beautiful, the little prince wants to stop here and look at him for a while.But the very thought made him feel weirdly guilty, or... insecure.So he hastily closed the door, put on the heavy brass lock again, and turned around as if making up his mind.

He felt that his behavior today seemed a little too out of bounds. After returning from the palace, he became too vulnerable, so he let down his vigilance and let the dragon get too close to him.

It seemed like a dangerous thing to do, and it didn't seem like a good thing, and he knew he shouldn't be doing it.Especially, how could he lie in the dragon's arms and fall asleep?

Thinking of this, the little prince felt his body tremble.

He has always just slept in the arms of the girls. The girls in the courtyard, their bodies are fragrant and soft, the dark clouds above their heads are dark and thick, their eyes are full of affection, and their mouths are full of sweet voices.But just now he fell asleep in the arms of a man. What's worse, he thought that man was more beautiful than all women, and lying in his arms was actually pretty good.

The little prince began to feel that he was standing on a steep cliff, and if he didn't think of a way, he would slide down.

But he didn't have time to think of a solution for the time being, because he fell ill that night after returning from the house where Qinglong lived.

The little prince has been worried for so long, and it took a lot of energy to enter the palace today.There was no charcoal fire in the room where Qinglong lived, it was as cold as ice, the little prince slept there for more than an hour, his body suddenly collapsed, and he had a fever when he came back, his forehead was burning.

The entire palace is busy. Jinwang's mansion has always been thinly populated. Now that the old prince has gone, there is only the little prince as a serious master. Now he is sick, and everyone in the whole house is nervous. Those who really have nothing to do need to run before and after running to pretend to be busy.

Yunxiu, who often followed the little prince, knelt on the ground and was scolded bloody by the chief steward. Although Yunxiu was clever, she didn't go through any major incidents, so she could only cry aggrievedly:

"My lord won't let people approach that house, and I can't help it. Who knew that my lord would freeze?"

Seeing that Yunxiu was crying so badly, the chief steward thought that he was always by the little prince's side, so he couldn't continue to talk about him, so he waved his hand and let him go to work.

The efficiency of the Wangfu's work is still very high. The young prince just fell ill, and the servants of the Wangfu immediately went to invite the imperial physician.The imperial doctor has seen it, and said that although the illness started urgently, it is actually not a serious problem.He prescribed a pair of medicine, saying that drinking it twice a day would suffice.

Although the little prince was very ill, he still remembered what happened when his father died. When the imperial doctor left, the person who told him quietly took the prescription and went outside to see another doctor. After making sure there was nothing wrong, he refilled the medicine outside.Only then did I feel relieved to fall asleep.

He was still young, and after taking the medicine and recuperating for two days, his temperature dropped and his energy improved, but he still had some cough.The little prince was worried that Qinglong had no one to deliver meals, so he ordered the kitchen to prepare meals for Qinglong when he recovered.Yunxiu has been serving by his side these days, and after hearing him personally order the kitchen, she knew that he was going to the hut again, so she knelt down and cried:

"The prince stayed in that room for half a day last time, and fell ill when he came back. Now that he has finally recovered, he is going to that ghost place again. If something bad happens, the manager will definitely peel me off. The prince will Be a poor little one, don't go any more now."

Yunxiu cried with tears and snot on his face, his expression was indescribably funny.When the little prince saw it, he couldn't help laughing:

"There's no charcoal fire in that room, so it's really cold. This time I'll come out after a while, and nothing will happen."

Yunxiu sniffed, looked at the young prince tearfully, and said:

"That's what the prince said. If you don't come out at that time, the little one will not dare to go in. The little one wants to ask you for a favor, please promise. If you stay in there for a quarter of an hour and you haven't come out, promise the little one." Knock on the door to remind you to come out as soon as possible. I promise you, I will never look at things that should not be seen or heard. "

The little prince smiled and said:

"You have taken great pains. If I don't promise you, I'm afraid you will cry here again. Anyway, I miss you out of loyalty, so I promise you."

When Yunxiu heard the little prince's promise, she was so happy that she was about to cry again.The little prince couldn't see his ugly appearance, so he picked up a handkerchief and threw it on his face:

"Wipe it clean first."

Yunxiu wiped her face with a handkerchief, then went out to deliver a message to the manager.The little prince knew that if he didn't agree to Yunxiu just now, the steward would come to Luo Zhao later.Of course they didn't dare to stop him, but it would be annoying enough if a large group of people kneeled in front of him tearfully.

The two servant girls helped the little prince change his clothes, put on a cotton padded coat and a thick white fox fur for him.The little prince knew that he was still ill, so he let them do it one by one.After he changed his clothes, the meals in the kitchen were also ready.

Yunxiu held a charcoal basin and looked at the little prince eagerly.The little prince waved his hand:

"Next time, this thing is too heavy, I don't have the energy to carry it right now, and I can't let you in."

Yunxiu knew that since the young prince had already made up his mind, there was no room for him to speak.He had no choice but to put down the charcoal basin again, and walked with the little prince to the house where Qinglong lived, carrying the food box.The little prince took the food box from him, unlocked the brass lock and walked in.

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I made a cover last night... Well, it's still my soul style, better than nothing.