Why the devil and the prince look the same

Mirek's height has mushroomed this month, and it won't be long before he looks like his peers.

When he heard about Mirek's age for the first time, Clary couldn't hide his surprise. How could he be so small when he was nine years old.

"Brother, I will be as tall as you in a few months."

For such self-confidence, Clary decided to let him go.

For a whole month, there was no news from the western forest. The west is too far away from here, and it will take half a month for the large troops to arrive.

Unless a few soldiers are sent back to deliver the message after arriving, the message will not reach the castle at this time.

"Little Clary, little Clary."

Mirek stared at the wings behind the elf, with surprise in his eyes, "There really are elves in this world."

"Fairies, is there any news about the prince?" Clary was so urgent. He heard that the western forest was very dangerous, and there was a big fire dragon there. He was so afraid that His Royal Highness would be in danger.

"No, little Clary, we're just too boring." So boring, there was no one to listen to them, and the elves were a little tired after staying in the garden for more than ten years.

Although their lifespan is so long, if they live in a garden for ten years, they will be lifeless.They need novelty and satisfy their curiosity.

The elves originally wanted to encourage Clary to go to the western forest together, but Clary refused.

"It was His Royal Highness who ordered me to stay here and wait for him to come back."

The elves circled above Clary's head, "What to do, what to do."

Mirek reached out and grabbed an elf's foot, and the elf paused for a moment before kicking him.

"Are all the ones with wings elves?"

"Of course not!" Petals began to fall from the lily's head, with colored ribbons mixed in, "We are good-looking people who are called elves."

"What about the ugly one?"

"Of course it's ugly."

The flower essence is probably the most smug among the elves, and the ugly ones have to be excluded...

"What if people grow wings?"

"Birdman, of course."

"Birds don't just have wings, do they? They're talking nonsense again. You should read more and drink less water. Of course a person who grows wings is an elf." Lavender's long hair fluttered as she turned, and what she said fell on Mi Rui. Ke's heart.

The little elf knew that Clary could not be persuaded, so he stopped pushing. Recently, there will be a dress-up meeting in the city. People in the city will wear all kinds of strange clothes. Everywhere is very lively. The three days of the annual meeting seem to be without night.

The elf has a longing for such an intercity conference. Although nobles from all over the country would gather in the palace during the conference in previous years, there is nothing new every year.Those people were all dressed up, and the discussion was only about the marriage of the nobles.Nonsense, as long as you know which two people are talking, you can probably know what those two people are going to say.

Clary knew that at every great event the prince would receive many precious presents.

The servant said that behind every gift there is a meaning of flattery.

Another servant said, you just can't eat the grapes and say the grapes are sour.

A waif who lives in a town outside the city likes this big festival, when he doesn't feel out of place in society, because everyone looks more like a monster than he does.

And now he doesn't have to wear a cloak to hide his difference from others, he looks more dignified than ordinary people.Her long jet-black hair was trimmed into fragments that didn't cover her ears, her complexion was snow-white, and she could look very cute in plain and clean clothes.

Clary would rub his hair when he laughed, wipe the crumbs off his mouth after meals, and wipe his hair with a cloth towel.

It must be his sincerity that moved the Creator and made Clary come to his side.

As soon as Clary looked down, he saw Mirek smirking. He squeezed Mirek's face. It felt so good, "What are you smirking again?"

Mirik grabbed his hand, looked up at him seriously and smiled, without speaking.

Ah, so foul.

How can there be such a cute child.

"Huh, huh." Clary put his hand to his mouth and nibbled lightly.Mirik stepped forward and put his arms around his waist, "Brother, what's wrong with you?"

Of course it was smoked by your lovely heart!

It was already a bit difficult to lift Mirek high, but the seemingly small person had a qualitative leap in weight, "I'm fine, I'm just thinking about how to dress you up on the day of the conference, and I'll show you how to dress up when the time comes." Would you like to wear a tutu?"

"Is it good or bad for you to keep your eyes wide open? When the time comes, you can put on the woven dragonfly wings and it will look like a flower fairy."

"Clary, Clary, we flower elves won't be so big!" The flower fairy lived with Mirek for a few days, and the title of "little" before Clary's name has been transferred.

Clary put Mirek down, "Do you think he looks good?"

"looks good."

"Then he pretends to be a flower fairy to give you flower elves more confidence."

"I only want to live up to my brother!"

"No! Little Rick, you can play the flower fairy. When Clary takes you to the street, everyone in the street will envy Clary." The elves lined up in front of Mirick,

"I'll bring you a wreath."

"I will make a rain of flowers for you."

"I will add a beautiful halo to you."

???

What kind of strange thing is the beautiful halo... Clary felt that the elves were less reliable than himself: "Yes, this way I can win for me."

Since then, the elves have been busy, and there are only three days before the dress-up meeting. They will make the most beautiful princess dresses, make the most exquisite garlands, and practice the perfect flower rain track...

Ah, what a beautiful trouble.

If someone is lucky enough to pass by this thatched hut, they can see the falling petals and the bright light from time to time. From time to time, plants fly over from the mountain, and sometimes they can hear the quarrel of the elves when the petals are disturbed.

"Whose weeds messed up the trajectory of my flower rain!"

"Are your petals cut! My plants are all broken."

"What kind of light is this, my Huayu has become ugly..."

and so on...

And Mirek is the most leisurely one, he just sits on the rock and watches Clary practice sword, and sometimes brings water to Clary to wipe off his sweat.When he was happy, Clary would teach him how to swing a sword.