I am the third prince of the dragon

Ella carefully hugged the hem of the skirt and walked through the flowers under the moonlight.

Her footsteps stepped on the wet and dense grass carefully without making any sound. Ella looked up and saw that there was no one under the hazel tree. It stood quietly under the moonlight, surrounded by galaxy-like fireflies.

She walked under the tree, and the statue of Louis looked very white, watching her calmly.

Ella felt a little foolish, she had to run over to get peace of mind even though she was wearing it at home.

She let out a long breath and reached out to touch the trunk.

Of course, if she just needed a little luck, she wouldn't be here.

Ella's slender fingers slowly slid across the rough bark, feeling its veins with her fingertips, and took a deep breath of fresh air amidst the quiet chirping of insects.

"Mom....it's been so many years."

she whispered to herself, and paced slowly around the hazel tree.

"I wish you could see me the way I am now."

Ella looked up at the tree crown blown by the breeze: "Everything is fine, but I am really nervous and worried now. I thought I would be stronger, but tomorrow is really important to me—"

"I've been counting on this for the rest of my life, please don't think I'm making a fuss, who wouldn't? The whole of Conte is crazy about the arrival of the royal family, and I'm no exception, I even think I'm More nervous than most - I doubt I'll pass out at the dance tomorrow."

She stopped and leaned weakly on the tree: "Dad has always supported me, and I don't hope he will disappoint me."

Ella clasped her hands together and closed her eyes: "I'm so worried. The teacher said that the royal tailor, Mrs. Udora, is very strict. She has driven no less than dozens of apprentices out of her studio..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a voice suddenly came from beside her: "So, you actually came to pray for that lady?"

Ella was so frightened that she screamed out loud. She retreated in the opposite direction in a panic. In her panic, she saw only the black shadow of a tall man standing beside the hazel tree.

She was about to turn her head and run away almost immediately, when the black figure suddenly raised her voice: "Be careful behind you!"

The hem of the long cloak was in a mess under Ayla's feet, and she stepped on it undoubtedly in a hurry.

Ella glanced behind her out of the corner of her eye, the moonlight reflected in the babbling stream, and if she fell, her dress would of course be ruined as well.

Her mind went blank for a moment, and the cloak shawl fell from her shoulders.

A pair of warm and strong hands firmly wrapped around her waist, leading her back.

"Sorry, did I scare you?"

The man who suddenly appeared from nowhere hugged her and said in an apologetic tone.

He looked very young and very handsome, wearing a dark blue riding outfit, a dark shawl and a cloak, and he was imposing.

Ella was still in shock, she turned her head all of a sudden, her long golden hair spread out, and the snow-white moonlight unreservedly reflected her amazingly beautiful face, the young man froze for a moment, he looked at Ella, It seemed that he couldn't say a word for a moment, and he forgot to let her go.

Ella quickly broke free from his arms, freeing the skirt from the narrow space between the two of them.

Her mind was full of her own skirt, and as soon as the moonlight shone, the spread of the skirt was so beautiful that it made people lose their minds. There were no unnecessary stains or wrinkles, and Ella immediately let out a sigh of relief.

The young man came back to his senses, embarrassment and uneasiness immediately appeared on his face, his heart was beating extremely fast, and an unconcealable blush climbed up his cheeks in embarrassment. In order to eliminate the embarrassment, he looked to the ground Ella's cloak.

Half of it has been soaked in the stream and is about to be washed away.

He immediately bent down to pick up the cloak, wrung out the water on it, shook it, and found that it was impossible to restore it to its original shape.

"I'm really sorry—I didn't mean to startle you, miss."

Ella made sure her dress was fine, and was not angry at the reckless stranger: "It's okay... at least my dress is not damaged."

She reached out to take the wet cloak, but she couldn't put it on, she could only hold it to her chest, covering her exposed shoulders and neck to ease her discomfort.

She really didn't want to dress like this and say to a strange man on such a night: "I have to go."

"Wait." The young man stopped her and took off his cloak: "Please take my cloak, at least it won't make you sick."

He walked towards Ella, but saw her take two steps back in a hurry, and quickly explained: "I have absolutely no malice, miss, I didn't expect anyone to come, I didn't mean to eavesdrop on your words - don't be afraid, I'm not a bad guy, I'm... I'm a member of the prince's personal guard."

Ella looked at him suspiciously, and he looked at her sincerely, revealing a golden sun emblem on the cloak: "My name is Owen, miss, if you don't mind, please put it on."

Ella recognized the badge, she blinked and hesitated, Owen had already taken the wet cloak from her hand, and stuffed his thick cloak into her hand: "I'm so sorry, please at least give me A chance to make amends."

Ayla had no choice but to put on his cloak, and the slightly cold night wind was immediately blocked out.

A smile appeared on Owen's face immediately.

"If it's not offensive, are you going to the prince's ball tomorrow?"

Ella accepted Owen's cloak and had a good impression of this gentle and polite pro-guard. She nodded: "Yes."

Ella looked up and smiled at him: "Thank you for catching me, otherwise I wouldn't be wearing a dress to the prom tomorrow."

Owen looked her skirt lightly up and down with full admiration: "This skirt...is very, very beautiful. I haven't seen this style before."

Ella's smile immediately became happier: "Really? I made this with my own hands. I have been preparing for this dance for a long, long time."

The expression on Owen's face was a bit subtle: "Are you wearing such a beautiful dress just to let Mrs. Eudora accept you as an apprentice?"

"Of course! It's my dream to be a designer like her!" Ella said in a firm and unhesitating voice.

"Oh..." Owen was a little embarrassed, opened his mouth, and finally could only show a helpless smile: "If this is the case, I think you have already succeeded in half."

"why?"

"Because there's a model who can totally bring out its beauty."

Ella's cheeks were slightly flushed because of such a compliment, and she pursed her lips: "Thank you, but I hope Mrs. Eudora thinks the same way."

Owen looked at her, with a smile unconsciously on the corner of his mouth, and he couldn't move his eyes away.

"By the way, I heard that the prince and Mrs. Cecil will not arrive in Conte until tomorrow. Why are you already here?"

Owen immediately became nervous, and he coughed lowly: "Oh, this..."

Just when he couldn't think of a speech because he was too nervous, Ella had already said: "Maybe the guards have to come in advance. Dad wrote to me before and mentioned that the safety of the royal family is very important. It turns out that even the ball should be prepared in advance." .”

Owen looked at her thoughtful look, and slowly let go of the stone in his heart: "So, did your father work in the palace? It sounds like that, maybe I know him, but I don't know."

"Really? That's great, my dad's name is Benjamin Ford, maybe you know?" Ella said cheerfully.

"...Mr. Ford? Are you his...daughter?" Owen had an unconcealable astonishment on his face—and then somehow, as if he couldn't control the expression on his face, he laughed endlessly.

Ella's eyes widened: "Of course I am my father's daughter." Her expression seemed to be hearing very unreasonable words.

A bird fluttered out of the canopy, and Ella looked over her shoulder, noticing the more slanted moonlight than before, and realized she had been out for too long.

"It's too late, I have to go." Ella lifted the skirt: "My family will be worried, Owen, it's a pleasure to meet you, maybe we can meet tomorrow!"

Owen subconsciously wanted to keep her, and when he thought of this girl leaving on such a beautiful night, he felt a burst of reluctance.

However, Ella panicked and didn't even take away her wet cloak from Owen's hand. She waved to Owen: "Goodbye!"

Like a little bird, it flew away briskly, the skirt rippling with silver light, shining like a galaxy.

Owen stood where he was, a smile suddenly appeared on his face: "See you tomorrow! Ella!"

He watched the girl's back disappear into the flowers, until the pink and purple wisteria branches dangled and stopped swinging.

Owen didn't know why, but there was an infinite expectation in his heart - when he thought of this dreadful ball before, he wished to avoid forever the king and Mrs. Cecil who kept urging him to get married.

But now, knowing that Ella will appear at this dance, he immediately began to look forward to it, and even a little nervous.

Owen took Ira's wet cloak, and with a strange smirk on his face, he left under the hazel tree and rode his horse outside the woods until he met the Prince's personal guards who hurried around looking for him.

"Prince Owen!! Where did you hide?" His guard, also his friend Jack, almost died of anger.

"Jack, I met someone."

Owen smiled at him: "We have an appointment to see you tomorrow, at the ball."

He suddenly burst out laughing, and rode forward with high spirits.

"I really can't understand." Jack and the other guards looked at each other, and could only mutter helplessly, and then they rushed up together.

Ella rushed home quickly, walked quietly through the garden, and sneaked back to the room on her feet, took off the skirt carefully and hung it up.

After burying herself in the quilt in her pajamas, her mind stopped thinking about the prom, Mrs. Eudora, and skirts.

Ella stared at the bed curtain, and Owen's gentle face appeared in her mind. She didn't know whether it was excitement or nervousness, and there was a strange heat on her cheeks.

"See you tomorrow....."

One night passed, and the morning sun poured into the window.

Ao Luyi opened his eyes, and realized that his wrist was tightly held, and subconsciously moved.

He turned his head, and a curly black head was buried on the pillow next to him. Alman's hair was almost blocked by his own soft black hair, only a particularly straight nose bridge, pale pink lips and chin were exposed.

Alman closed his eyes quietly, his eyelashes were surprisingly long, and he looked very quiet and well-behaved.

However, in such a state of complete relaxation, his hand was tightly tugging at his wrist, which was completely unreasonable.

Ao Luyi turned his head helplessly. Arman is really nerve-wracking at this time, and he is extremely clingy. He obviously looks like a person who doesn't talk too much, but in fact he is a clingy spirit. .

However, this kind of cute contrast really hit Ao Luyi hard....

No way, who made him cause Arman's psychological trauma first.

That's right, although Arman has never talked to him about these things, Ao Luyi still made up a lot of things from the details of getting along with him. In his case, Arman was hurt because of him, and later The experience of wandering around has made Arman even more inseparable from him now than when he was a child.

Ao Luyi has no objection to Arman's behavior pattern, and he even wants to make up for him.

That's why he agreed that Arman would share a room or even a bed with Ford when he arrived at Ford's house...

Even if it's really weird.....

There were already servants walking around and working outside the house, and it was time to get up.

Ao Luyi looked at Arman, sure enough, his brows frowned slightly, and then slowly opened his eyes.

For some reason, Ao Luyi's heart suddenly jumped the moment Arman opened his eyes. As soon as Arman opened his eyes, their eyes met, and the throbbing became more obvious. It seemed to be It reached the highest peak, then fell back quickly, and disappeared before he could think about it.

As soon as Arman opened his eyes, he stared straight at him. The dark eyes were small and round, like a defenseless beast cub.

"Good morning." Ao Luyi smiled at him, got up from the bed, and grabbed his wrist.

The strength in Arman's hand did not disappear, and he even tightened his grip for a moment.

"Arman, it's time to get up, let me go." Ao Luyi said helplessly.

Then his hand was released, and Alman watched Ao Luyi sit up, stretching his waist long, with a little skin exposed at the hem of his shirt——his eyes swept over there quickly, smiling a little The meaning is fleeting at the corner of his mouth.

Ao Luyi quickly lifted the quilt and got out of bed. He walked to the window and opened the curtains completely.

"Hey! Today's weather is simply wonderful."

Arman just sat up from the bed, and he watched Ao Luyi's back from the beginning to the end.

"Good morning, Louie."

Arman sat on the bed, full of sleepy sluggishness, messy brown hair covering his eyebrows and eyes, and a large chest was exposed through the opening of his shirt—the kind with very impressive and tight muscles.

As soon as Ao Luyi turned his head, a feeling of uneasiness surged up immediately, as if the person on the bed was not the little boy he had watched grow up, but another tall boy who was close to the size of an adult man.

He shook his head vigorously, throwing out the strange thoughts in his mind: "Get up quickly, everyone is starting to work, Mr. Ford may be here soon."

Ao Luyi mumbled and walked into the bathroom: "I have to go to the dance tonight..."