[Slow Travel] Assassin System - Mingguang

Suddenly seeing Junying's face in a beautiful dream, this is really not a good experience.

Drake had expected tonight to be another ordinary setting change, the theater and bedroom turned into a cramped room filled with tables and chairs.

Compared with the comfortable bedroom, this place can be said to be extremely simple.

In fact, this background is not the first time it has appeared. It has appeared several times in the dreams of the past two years. On the file on the desktop, I don't even want to look at his little doll...

Well, no matter what, this place is still equipped with a kitchen, which gives the puppet of the tenth level of housekeeping a chance to take care of the master.

Drake made tea and baked biscuits, and couldn't wait to return to His Highness's side. Recently, he rarely dreamed of youth, and coupled with the complicated affairs in the real world, he longed for a long-term company.

His Highness sat behind the table as always, with a straight back, and the dark clothes were meticulously wrapped around his body. Between the collar and short light brown hair, there was a touch of plain white that was one finger wide.

What is he doing, the way he holds a paintbrush—it's so pretty, his knuckle wrists are like ivory sculptures, steady and fast.

If it is in the theater, then His Highness will choose to practice musical instruments; if it is changed to the dormitory and study, then reading is an inevitable choice; but this time His Highness seems to be drawing a portrait, is this a sketch?

Drake seldom saw young people lift a paintbrush, except when drawing a draft of a machine.

But since this is his dream, and the painter is his little highness, then this painting is very likely to be——!

Derek couldn't wait to see what the young man was drawing, and he virtuously brought tea and water, and skimmed it cautiously.

Sure enough, it's a male bust, ah, isn't this familiar look...

Drake saw clearly, and Drake fell silent.

What makes the young man focus on drawing with a pen is indeed a portrait of a man, and the tough outline is so familiar, and every detail is so lifelike, it makes people sick to look at.

Unfortunately, the subject of this painting is a galloping eagle.

Drake: ...

For a moment, Drake thought that his hatred of the eagle had turned into an uncontrollable hatred, so that he would suffer such torture in his dreams.

The young man sitting behind the wooden table quickly finished painting, and then he handed this image to his subordinate who looked like an attendant, and issued a series of strict orders, which sounded like he wanted to hunt down and kill the figure in the painting.

Drake was listening strangely, thinking that this dream was too much, it was nothing more than a mere eagle, and he was so tired that His Highness in the dream came forward to chase and kill him to help him eliminate hidden dangers.

But why did this plot appear now? He should have realized it two years ago?

"The next step is to wait..."

Just at the moment when Drake was in a daze, the young man rang again, a bit like muttering to himself, and he stretched out his hands towards the puppet behind him: "Let's go back first, no matter what he wants, he will definitely show up again body."

Drake immediately hugged the young man. Even though he had grown up a lot, he still looked thin and petite in front of his huge puppet. Drake easily hugged the little Highness into his arms.

Generally speaking, when the youth completely takes over the control and changes the shape of the puppet, Drake's dreams will all end.

It seems to be here tonight... Drake looked at the young man in his arms reluctantly, and soon met his blue eyes, and then a gentle smile appeared in these sea-like eyes meaning.

"I'm going to scare my aunt again, or I'll just... forget it, and wait for this incident to pass."

The young man seemed to have thought of something narrow, so he laughed softly, and leaned his head on the puppet's chest: "When this matter is over, I will find you another legal empty identity, and then we will I was able to get married under the witness of my aunt."

What... witness?marry?Is it with me, no, it's with this "puppet"!

At this moment, Drake's mind went blank, but before he recovered from the shock, this short dream ended.

*

Palace, garden.

"Your Highness, let's have a cup of tea first." The female officer gently comforted, "This is a tea from a new plantation, which is different from the varieties that were paid tribute in the past. It comes from the fruit of the bouquet, with a natural, fruity sweet aroma. .”

Cecilia sat in front of the coffee table, and took the teacup sullenly. There were faint orange fruits in the light pink tea, and it did exude a pleasant smell.

But no matter how delicious the tea is, it can't cheer up a bored little princess.

Since the grand triumphant award ceremony ended, the imperial palace suddenly fell into the most urgent state of alert. All the nightingales were recalled together and guarded by the monarch; while the carrier pigeons were just the opposite. They disappeared into the palace together with the falcons. All over the streets and alleys of Nordnore, ready to catch the fugitives who have been wandering for many years.

The "Junying" appeared.

The queen fell into a nervous tension, and she had to look at the little princess every day to feel at ease; and the prince of Ceylon was also busy, and they couldn't see each other for a month in a row.

As for the youngest and most vulnerable little crown prince - she was not allowed to leave the palace, and even the academy was temporarily closed, leaving only the most trustworthy teachers to teach her homework one-on-one.

Cecilia sighed and took a sip of tea lightly.

It's too sweet, it's annoyingly sweet.

It would have been fine if she had been teaching alone all this time, but the little princess had already gotten used to the atmosphere of the school, and now she had to be locked up alone in this huge palace, accompanied by Nightingale members all the time...

Cecilia is no longer an ignorant child, she understands that she must protect herself, but this atmosphere really makes her feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, the nightingale not far away was singing loudly, and the beautiful melody was very pleasant to the ear. Cecilia drank tea one after another while singing, and felt a lot more comfortable in her chest.

Among the few entertainments in the palace, Cecilia's favorite place is the greenhouse garden, where many birds are raised, and almost all the rare birds from the whole world are collected.

"Your Highness, the dress you ordered has been delivered, as well as the letter from Ms. Percival." The female officer delivered the tray in due course, "There is also a message from His Royal Highness, he said that he will definitely be back early next month."

Brother is coming back!

Regardless of whether the "Horse Eagle" is in the law or not, it is always a joy to see my brother. Cecilia finally smiled: "Is that so, that's great...Give me Caroline's letter first."

A thick letter described Caroline's bad experience this month. Her mother found out that she had a crush on the theology teacher. The result was tragic, and she was locked up for a month.

【I shouldn't keep a diary. 】The little girl wrote so sadly,【Even more should not have left the diary on the garden swing, only to be seen by her mother. 】

Except for this part of the tragic experience, the rest of Caroline's pen and ink are almost all about her long-lost brother, and it is not difficult to see that she admires this young and promising brother very much.

Caroline's brother is... Cecilia recalled carefully, and finally found the image of a young military officer in her mind. It was the youngest honoree with a rather outstanding appearance.

Speaking of which, he seems to be my brother's friend too?Over the years, my brother and his correspondence have been very frequent.

That person is okay. 7K 妏敩

Cecilia nodded maturely and continued to look down.

At the end of the letter, Caroline is finally freed from her confinement, and she can't wait to admit her mistake to her mother, although not quite sincerely.

[Mom will not let me miss the social season. 】Caroline wrote down her thoughts,【Since I am loved because of my beautiful appearance, then my mother will definitely let me have more things to do and meet more people... Alas, but there are still more people in this world. How many people can compare with the teacher?I mean, except His Royal Highness and my brother? 】

The letter ends here, and then there are some paper-cut pictorials related to clothing. Cecilia put away the letter and sighed long.

Midsummer is approaching, and the best weather in Nordnor is approaching, which means that people's social activities will also reach their peak, and countless banquets will be held soon.

Of course Caroline can participate as much as she likes, but she still has to stay at home honestly.

Cecilia propped her chin: "Alina, where is my dress? I want to try it on."

The female officer immediately sent the carefully prepared dress, which was originally prepared for the little princess's social season this year, but depending on the situation, it may not be needed.

Cecilia picked and picked, and chose a dress of her own design. This dress was prepared for the summer festival, with many exaggerated designs, such as a pair of dresses with puff sleeves. Big wings, soft and beautiful wings flow down the cloak, fluffy yet light.

The female officer couldn't help sighing: "This is really beautiful, and it's His Royal Highness's own design. Does it use angel elements?"

Cecilia denied: "No, the element I chose is 'bird', but there is not much difference between the two... I still think it is not as good as the skirt made by my brother's puppet."

"I'm going to wear it on Holy Spirit Day, with wings, flying down from the sky, it must be interesting..."

After finally changing her clothes, Cecilia stood on the spot and stretched out her hands. She summoned the wind, and the soft air flow wrapped her up and lifted her up, and soon sent the little girl into the air. She was not in a hurry Landing on the ground, riding the wind to hang and freeze in the garden, the snow-white wings bulged under the support of the wind, at first glance it seemed real.

The maids made admiring voices, and Cecilia turned around lightly before landing slowly.

The female officer knew that the little princess was depressed, so she tried every means to cheer her up. She said with a little exaggeration: "Your Highness, when you put on this skirt, it looks like you really grew pure white wings. It's like an angel—you see, the little nightingale is dumbfounded, she has stopped singing long ago."

Indeed, the little nightingale standing on the golden bird stand did not know when it stopped jumping, and it just grasped the twig blankly, as if it was really looking straight at the princess who fell from the sky.

Probably scared?

Cecilia didn't take this compliment to heart, she turned her head and said to the maids: "Changing clothes, let's go back to the bedroom."