cloth tiger

Time flies, and a few years have passed in the blink of an eye.

The little prince's facial features have grown a little bit, and there is no sign of the previous baby face at all, and he is very handsome.

In the past few years, the little prince has grown a lot taller, but he has lost a lot of weight than usual.

One afternoon, as usual.

In a certain corner of the courtyard of the mansion, the little prince was curled up under a tree to rest obediently like a kitten wanting to bask in the sun, leisurely and contented.

The sunlight penetrated through the gaps in the leaves, and scattered on the little prince's body in fragments, mottled, and shimmering with the swaying of the leaves.

The little prince was closing his eyes comfortably when he suddenly felt something covering the sun.

He narrowed his eyes slightly to look at the sky, and what caught his eyes was a face with sharp edges and corners, and those slender and sharp eyes were looking at him.

Probably because he didn't expect the little prince to open his eyes, the owner of those eyes looked away.

The little prince rubbed his eyes, straightened up, looked at Wei Che, and smiled: "You're here."

"...Mmm." Wei Che was a little taken aback, but he hadn't recovered yet.

The past few years have passed, and General Wei has grown a lot, but he is not as leisurely as the young prince. He has to practice martial arts every day, and occasionally he has to mix in the army and compete with the soldiers.

If he loses, he must accept his father's punishment when he returns to the General's Mansion.

As expected of a young hero, the little general's martial arts has improved a lot in just a few years.

"I'm talking about you...why do you always give me a cloth tiger every time on my lord's birthday, my lord is no longer a child."

The little general chuckled: "Secret."

"Cut." The little prince pouted, but didn't ask further.

"You skipped class again today"

"So what! Sir, he wants us to memorize these or those all day long, it's very boring!" The little prince mistakenly thought that the little general didn't like his behavior, and was a little annoyed.

The little general was not angry at all, and said: "When I grow up, my temper will become stronger, but I am still afraid of the master's ruler."

"...Hmph, it's none of your business."

The little prince lay down and turned over, no longer paying attention to the little general.

The little general smiled helplessly, and lay down beside him.

The sun is just right.