[La Traviata] The Road to Celebrities in Paris

The two fell to the ground, like two radishes, the little prince Cade was a little dazed, the pain shot up his buttocks, his big eyes were full of tears, but he was seeing who was coming Then he choked back abruptly.

"I thought Albert started to teach you the rules last year, Your Highness." The voice was unhurried, and the volume was not loud, but one dared not ignore it.

"Or are those individuals completely unaware of their responsibilities?"

Marguerite saw who they had bumped into—the Prince of Beaumont.

The attendants next to Prince Beaumont quickly helped His Highness Cade up, then retreated respectfully, and continued to stand behind the man. Then, the prince walked away slowly, without taking his eyes off him from the beginning to the end. On Margaret.It's as if she doesn't exist.

Margaret got up silently after Prince Beaumont left.

The feeling of being ignored is far louder than that slap.

Being despised by an idiot usually only makes people think that the other party is a joke, while being ignored by someone who is stronger than you will make people feel insulted from the bottom of their hearts, because he thinks you are not qualified to be his opponent.

"What a fool!" Nennen's voice sounded, and then, Margaret looked down, and the chubby little prince was patting the hem of his skirt for him, and was dusting her while talking disgustingly.

"You are a grown-up now, and grown-ups are not afraid of falling. If you cry, I will definitely laugh at you." The little prince said proudly, showing his belly.

His domineering tone made Margaret feel much better. Margaret showed a sincere smile this time.

"Where do you want to go now? Your Highness."

The little prince blinked his eyes, then folded his arms like a little adult, twisted his delicate eyebrows and said, "I don't want to play now, I want to take a nap, you have to put me to sleep."

The little fat man spoke so naturally, as if Margaret was born to put him to sleep.

Margaret held out her hand, and the little prince held it naturally, and then said loudly: "I want to hear stories with animals in it, there must be at least three kinds."

"It's really willful." Margaret thought, but her eyes fell on the little prince who was still chattering with a small mouth. His face was rosy and rosy. Although he was a bit domineering, he was not too delicate.

The little prince Cade was not born to the current queen-to-be, although he is now the only heir of His Majesty the Emperor.

Margaret originally thought that such a child should be spoiled to the top of the heavens. She has the character of getting what she wants and kicking others if she doesn’t get it. It's too easy to spoil someone.

But although the little prince has a bad temper, he is still very considerate.

"Hello!" The little prince pulled Margaret's hand angrily, dragging her back from the fugue.

"what?"

"Your bedroom is here." Prince Cade said unhappily, "From now on, your Highness is not allowed to be distracted when he speaks."

"Oh, okay." Margaret squeezed the little prince's hand subconsciously. This little habit is what she sometimes does to Naning, because the little girl tends to be distracted.

Little Prince Cade blinked and stared at Margaret's hand for a while, looking a little weird.

"What's wrong?" Margaret asked.

The little prince raised his head slowly and said, "You are the first one who dared to pinch my hand." He pouted after speaking, "Your Highness can't pinch my hand casually."

"En." Margaret nodded in understanding.

She agreed so naturally that she would not pinch his hand again, now it was the little fat man's turn to be heartbroken.

"Why doesn't this person wonder why I don't let her pinch my hand casually!" He thought, and then his face became a little smelly.

Margaret didn't know the entanglement in the little fat man's heart. She led the little prince in, washed his hands and wiped his face, and then let him sit on the bed.

"Take off your shoes yourself," said Margaret.

The little prince, who was still tangled up in the past, quit now, shook his feet, and said dissatisfiedly, "You come."

Margaret took a step forward, raised the little guy's white and tender hands like lotus roots, and asked, "What is this?"

"Hand!" The little prince looked at her disgustedly with those stupid eyes of yours.

Margaret nodded: "Well, so you also have hands, why should I take them off for you?"

"That's..." The little prince was at a loss for words for a while, but the prince has the right to be willful, they don't need to be too good at speaking, because there is a sentence that has been rooted in their minds since they started to speak.

"I'm a prince!" he said domineeringly, "No prince takes off his shoes by himself. They have maids who take off their shoes for them."

"But no prince likes to get under a stranger's bed." Margaret laughed.

The little prince blushed, and he repeated: "I am a prince."

"Oh, as far as I know, no prince wants to hear a bedtime story these days."

"I..." The little prince opened his mouth, his little chest was trembling with anger, and then, just when Margaret decided to come here and was about to take off the little potato's shoes, the former suddenly raised his feet, struggling pulling.

Seeing this, Margaret withdrew the outstretched hand.

She stood in front and patiently watched Little Prince Cade wrestle with his shoes. After 5 minutes, the shoes took off. To be honest, it would take at least an extra day for Margaret to put them on for him. twice as long, because the knot was lying on the floor in a terribly twisted state.

"You did a good job." Margaret couldn't help but praise the little prince. The latter raised his chin high, expressing that this kind of thing is really easy.

The little fat man lay down on the bed like a round watermelon.

Margaret covered her with a thin quilt to prevent her stomach from catching a cold, and then she also half leaned against the bed and told a short story, half made up and half copied.

"It's a little boring, but it's okay." The little prince said with a yawn.

Margaret held back her smile: "Thank you, Your Highness, for your compliment."

The little fat man was about to fall into a deep sleep, and the last sentence was a little vague.

"Add a pony next time..."

"You like it, don't you?" Margaret asked softly, and the boy gave a slight nasal acknowledgment, but he didn't know if he really listened to it or just said it casually.

Margaret did not go out until little Prince Cade fell asleep. She knew that Albert would not leave anyone nearby, so she called a little maid and asked her to tell Albert that Prince Cade was in her Nap here.

The little maid nodded and left.

Margaret stood outside the door for a while, and then went back.

Marguerite didn't have to wait long when the elder lady came, as before, followed by two maids.

Albert is a rigorous person, she demands high standards from others, and naturally also demands high standards from herself.

Albert came in to take a look at Prince Cade, and the two maids behind him stepped forward to take the prince back, but Margaret stopped him in a low voice.

"Just let him take a nap here."

"It's not polite." Albert frowned.

"But to his liking, I think the prince should at least have that right, Albert."

The older maid looked at her for a while, and finally said: "Then please take care of His Royal Highness Prince Cade, Mrs. Margaret."

"I will, Albert."

Albert left, taking her maid with her, as quietly as she had come.

Margaret sat in a chair, charcoal in hand, and began to draw some designs.

The afternoon sun was a bit seductive, and time passed slowly. She was so focused on painting that she didn't notice when the little guy woke up and was standing barefoot watching her paint.

"What is this?" The little guy saw that Margaret finally realized his existence, so he sat on her lap while talking, completely ignorant of his life, and finally turned around and asked, "Do you want to wear it? "

Margaret blinked slowly, the weight on her thighs was not light, and then she said: "It's still a design draft, and it hasn't been completed yet, so I'm not sure whether I will wear it or not."

"Design draft?" The little prince frowned, but quickly accepted the word.

"I think it's still very well drawn, and the idea of ​​the lines is great." The little prince commented slowly.

Margaret smiled and turned the sketch in the little guy's hand upside down: "Actually, this is the right way."

The little prince's face flushed, and he looked at Margaret complaining.

"You have to know that it's a very serious matter to embarrass a prince."

Margaret was amused by him, the former puffed up his face, and then snorted and got off Margaret's body.

He walked outside with his hips akimbo, but as he got closer to the door, his steps became slower. Finally, when he reached the door, he turned his head sharply and looked at Margaret angrily.

"Why don't you stop me! This way I will be very imposing!"

Margaret held back her smile, walked over quickly, picked up the little prince, and took him to the bathroom regardless of his dirty feet.

"Aren't you afraid that I'll really ignore you?" The little prince gently pulled her hair, with a stinky expression on his face.

"You can't go very far without shoes on," said Margaret honestly.

She put little Prince Cade aside and washed his feet.White and tender feet, the toes are as round as peeled grapes, and they are still fleshy.

The little guy moved his toes and said in a somewhat arrogant tone: "Of course someone will bring me shoes when I go outside."

The movement in Margaret's hands paused for a moment, she didn't look up, but asked, "Is this always the case?"

"what?"

"I mean, as long as you're missing something, someone will bring it to you quickly?"

"Of course, I'm a prince." Little Prince Cade continued to dislike Margaret with a stupid look in his eyes, but he didn't know that Margaret learned more information from his answer.