I'm really not a princess!

Ivy noticed the movement here and led the people here.

"What's the matter?" She saw that the little prince's cheeks were flushed, and his eyes were full of anger, "Is there something wrong with Al?"

"I'm not sick." The little prince was rarely mean. "Miss Heidi is sick."

Ivy frowned and reminded her younger brother to say something that shouldn't be said, "Al, you are rude."

The little prince wanted to speak at first, but considering the etiquette of the occasion, he forcibly held back.

"Ha, I made Al unhappy." Heidi actually smiled, and put the Dragon Slaying Arrow back into the box, "Today is Al's birthday, it's my fault, I didn't think carefully."

"I should give you another beautiful bow."

The wine glass in the little prince's hand fell to the ground, and after a crisp sound, the spilled red wine spilled all over Heidi's skirt.

"Thank you for your gift." The little prince had a smile on his face, "This is your gift in return."

Ivy gave him a shock, but he didn't expect his younger brother to have a sudden attack.

This time there was more movement.

Heidi looked down at the dirty skirt, her eyes were calm and thoughtful.

"Sister, I'm upset." The little prince said to Ivy, "Go out and blow some air."

Under everyone's surprised or puzzled eyes, the little prince walked out of the hall.

"Your Highness!" At the entrance of the garden, Arnold unexpectedly chased him up.

Although he doesn't like Heidi, it has nothing to do with Arnold.

The little prince stopped.

"I apologize to His Royal Highness on her behalf." A Nuo ran hurriedly, his breath a little short of breath, "Heidi didn't mean that, she didn't know His Highness's dragon..."

The little prince interrupted him: "Arnold, what do you like about her?"

"She treats you like this, what do you like about her?"

After Arnold left, the little prince sat on the bench in the garden for a long time.

The night was as cold as water, and the wind was indeed a bit strong, but the little prince didn't feel cold, instead his mind became clearer.

Here you can even hear the singing and dancing from the banquet hall, lingering, like an opera that dragons like.

What is Mr. Dragon doing?When can he come to see him tonight?

The little prince misses the dragon very much.

He was thinking wildly when a familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"Al."

The little prince raised his head sharply.

The dragon was dressed in a neat suit and even a bow tie, and he was tall and straight.He held a bouquet of stars in his arms, and the white petals were really bright like stars in this night, no less than the crescent moon in the sky.

He had a gentle smile on his face and gentle eyes.

"Why are you here?" The little prince stood up, at a loss for what to do, "No, how do you know I'm here?"

"Rong Ling brought me in through the gate of the palace." The evil dragon approached and handed the baby's breath to the little prince, "They said you were in the garden, so I came to have a look."

The prince's birthday party had very high requirements on clothing, and the evil dragon didn't want to come back in the middle of the night tonight, so he asked Rong Ling to take him to make clothes a few days earlier.

"Happy birthday, my little Highness."

Such a good dragon, how could anyone want to kill him.

The little prince thought in a daze.

"Your face is so red." The evil dragon reached out and touched the little prince's cheek. The tentacles were hot, and then he touched his forehead, "You have a fever."

The little prince's mind was still clear, but he felt a little pain in his head, so he asked in a daze, "Is that so?"

"En." The evil dragon responded, "Is it cold?"

"Not cold." He was still a little hot.

The dragon just asked this question, and actually took off his coat and put it on the little prince's head.

The little prince's eyes dimmed, and only the buttons on the dragon's clothes could be seen.

"Lie, your hands are cold." The evil dragon frowned, obviously dissatisfied with the little prince's behavior of coming out to blow cold wind while his cold was not healed, "I'll take you in."

The little prince didn't even think about it: "I won't go in."

"What are you doing in there?" the little prince said. "Seeing them drinking, dancing and having fun. As a nobleman doing nothing, I feel how superior I am. I look down on commoners and other races. Only myself is the most noble."

"what."

It was the first time the dragon had heard the little prince speak in this tone.

Slightly sarcasm, more of an injustice and resignation.

"What's the matter?" The evil dragon didn't know how to coax him, "Can I take you to eat a small pheasant?"

The little prince actually wants to go, but he is the protagonist of today and cannot leave easily.

The little prince didn't answer him, but opened his hands to him instead, "Hug."

The dragon is very obedient-of course he is quite happy himself.

"You smell like stars all over your body. It smells good."

"It's you who are still holding the flowers." The evil dragon refused to admit that he was fragrant, "I didn't take a shower yesterday."

Hearing this, the little prince finally laughed.

"It just so happened that I didn't take a shower either."