I am the third prince of the dragon

Ao Luyi noticed that Arman's eyes seemed to always look at Mrs. Ford, and even followed her back until she disappeared.

He couldn't help being a little curious: "What's wrong?"

Arman sat up from the quilt, subconsciously shook his head: "It's okay."

But he hesitated for a moment, and suddenly asked in a low voice: "Human beings all have mothers, don't they?"

Ao Luyi paused, and sat gently on the edge of the bed: "That's right, most humans have mothers."

Alman turned his head back, staring down at the quilt in a daze: "I don't have a mother, neither does my father... What does it feel like to have a mother?"

There was some envy and longing in his eyes: "Mrs. Ford came to see me. She read me a story and touched my head. She is so kind."

The story collection that Mrs. Ford brought was placed next to his pillow, with a leaf-shaped silver bookmark stuck inside.

Ao Luyi picked up the story collection, rubbing the spine of the book slightly with his thumb.

"Does Arman envy Ella?"

Arman blinked and said in a low voice, "A little bit."

He suddenly heard Ao Luyi sigh vaguely, raised his head, and heard him say: "It's okay, although the mother is very good, but Arman himself is also very good?"

Ao Luyi put the story collection on his lap with a smile: "I don't have a mother either, and I never envy others."

Alman froze for a moment, looking at the smile on Ao Luyi's face, he just felt that he was not telling the truth.

He was a little puzzled, why did Louis say that?

Ao Luyi stood up and patted his head: "Get up soon! Go down and have breakfast!"

Arman had no choice but to put the doubts behind him, wash up, dressed himself unskillfully, and went downstairs with Ao Luyi.

Before they reached the restaurant, they heard a rush of footsteps, accompanied by the little girl's happy laughter.

A small figure ran out of the restaurant, followed by Mr. Ford.

It was little Ella. She was wearing a beautiful and flowing pink-purple long gauze dress loosely on her body.

Her beautiful blond hair was strewn with many pink roses in a mess, two blobs of red on her cheeks, the lipstick on her lips was smeared in a circle, she grinned, and ran forward with a pair of high heels.

She was about to bump into it, and unfortunately stepped on her skirt and fell forward.

Ao Luyi bent down very quickly and stretched out his arms, hugging her easily.

He shook the little fairy in his arms: "Hey, Ella, good morning."

Little Ella flicked her feet, and the light blue silk shoes on her feet flew out immediately. Arman caught the shoes immediately, and looked at Mr. Ford who hurried up to meet him and whispered: "This..."

Mr. Ford took the shoes and heaved a sigh of relief: "Oh, thank you, Arman."

In Ao Luyi's arms, little Aila called out childishly: "My shoes!"

Mr. Ford took a look at Ao Luyi and found that he didn't mind little Ella's recklessness and innocence. With a smile on his face, he held his daughter's feet and put on shoes for her: "Okay, my little princess, can you So rude."

Little Aila was about to come down immediately, Ao Luyi bent down and put her on the ground, she immediately lifted her skirt and curtseyed: "Thank you for catching me, sir."

Then she looked at Arman, grinning with lipstick on her lips: "Thank you for catching my shoes, too."

Arman froze, blinked his eyes a few times: "You're welcome."

He whispered, thinking of Mrs. Ford at the same time.

They look so much alike.

The hostess hurried over with the maid: "Oh! Ella, look at you!"

She picked up her daughter and shook her head disapprovingly at Mr. Ford, but Mr. Ford immediately pretended not to notice, turned to the two brothers and said, "Ah, come on Louis, you haven't had breakfast—"

Mrs. Ford had no choice but to wipe Ella's mouth while taking her to change and wash.

"You are not allowed to touch the things in my room, remember this lesson..."

Arman listened to Mrs. Ford's seemingly complaining and blaming words behind him, but in fact he clearly felt the intimacy and tenderness inside.

Arman couldn't help but envied Ella again.

After breakfast, while they were drinking tea and chatting in the living room, the doorbell rang suddenly, and a servant immediately answered the door. After a while, he came back with a man with a goatee in a coat and a top hat.

The valet said to Mr. Ford: "Mr. Ford, Mr. Smith, Your Honor's secretary, is here."

Mr. Ford was very surprised, and immediately stood up from his chair: "Mr. Smith, good day."

Smith immediately took off his top hat and bowed to say hello, the goatee curled up with the arc of his smile, which was very playful: "My God! I am so glad to meet you, Mr. Ford, and I deeply sympathize with your experience—"

His eyes immediately passed through Mr. Ford to look at the brown-haired young man sitting on the sofa, his eyes flashed with curiosity and excitement alternately: "But... who is this?"

Ao Luyi smiled at him: "Call me Louis, sir, I'm just a guest."

Mr. Ford immediately took on the role of introducing each other, and said to Smith solemnly: "No!! Louis is not only my guest, but also my savior. If it wasn't for him, we don't know what would have happened when we came back yesterday morning Woolen cloth!"

Smith's eyes lit up immediately, and he looked as if he was about to jump up with excitement, and immediately rushed to Ao Luyi, and stretched out his hand in admiration: "God!! You are that brave hero! It is an honor to meet you! I am your Honor's secretary, please call me Smith."

"..."

Ao Luyi wondered, what a brave hero?Why did even the judge's secretary call him that?

The people in Conte County are quite idle, why did they come here to watch themselves?

Ao Luyi shook hands with him: "Hello, you can also call me Louis."

Forget about the shameful title of a great hero.

Arman stood up, and Smith noticed the little boy too.

"This is my brother Arman."

Ao Luyi smiled at him, and Smith immediately went to Arman and stretched out his hand, very kindly: "Hello. Oh, what a handsome little gentleman—"

He looked at Arman with very eager eyes, and his face was full of admiration expressions such as "he deserves to be a hero's younger brother".

Arman completed a set of social etiquette stiffly, and immediately slipped away while they were not paying attention.

Of course, Smith did not come to Ford's house just to watch Ao Luyi. After the three of them sat down, Smith sincerely and formally handed over an invitation letter.

"I'm here to send you an invitation from your Honour, who is hosting a dinner party tonight to celebrate the robbers going to prison - please understand, we haven't seen such horrors in Conte County for decades I mean, my God! There are so many robbers out there in the woods! We don't know a thing."

He had lingering fear on his face: "Who knows if they will hurt anyone? If they succeed, it will be such a terrible thing. The peace and tranquility of Conte will no longer exist."

Smith breathed a long sigh of relief, and cast reverent gazes at Ao Luyi: "You not only saved Mr. Ford, but also eliminated a huge hidden danger for our homeland! Your honor is very grateful to you, and he wants to use this Dinner, with the folks of Conte in thanking you—”

"..."

So he's famous now?

Ao Luyi realized that he underestimated the people of this era. Although they do not have social networks and mobile phones, the speed of information dissemination is also first-class.

Otherwise, there has been no big news for too long, so everyone is very excited because there are melons to eat.

Seeing that Ao Luyi didn't speak, Smith couldn't help but feel a little anxious: "Please give me the honor, the people of the whole town are ready to welcome you!"

Ao Luyi had no choice but to agree: "Of course, I will go, thank you for your invitation."

Well, he hasn't seen anyone for a long time, even if he takes Arman out to feel the atmosphere, it would be good.

"Great!!"

Smith was so excited that his cheeks flushed, and he stood up immediately: "Thank you, sir!"

Ao Luyi smiled: "Thank you to your judge for me, thank you for his invitation."

Smith dons his hat: "Oh, I can't wait to go back and tell everyone the good news."

He bowed to Ao Luyi and Mr. Ford: "So, see you tonight, both of you."

While the adults in the living room were finalizing the itinerary for tonight, Alman walked through the corridor of Ford's house.

He didn't know what he was doing either, but he didn't like being around grown-ups because their conversation sounded so boring to him.

Arman thought it would be more interesting to observe the house.

So he looked at the paintings on the corridor and walked slowly, full of interest, almost fascinated.

The paintings on the wall are fresh and soft, with a soft feminine atmosphere. Arman actually feels that the Ford house is very different from the place where he and Ao Luyi live on Long Island. When it comes to some small details in the house, it is always connected with the mistress of the house.

He inexplicably felt a similar aura on it, gentle and elegant, soft in the heart, and pleasing to the eye.

If he understands, he will know that this is the difference between two bachelors and a home with a hostess. Where there are women, it always makes people feel happy and comfortable.

Not to mention such an elegant and dignified woman as Mrs. Ford.

Arman stopped suddenly, and he lowered his head and sighed.

He remembered the vague dream last night again, and the memories of his ancestors lingered in his mind, but usually as long as he didn't deliberately recall them, he wouldn't think of them.

But I don't know why, maybe it's because the breath of human beings awakened his inherited memory, he seemed to dream of the scene when the dragon was born last night.

There was a sharp cry in the ears, and the dragon flames covering the entire line of sight were glowing red, and in the ashes, the black baby began to cry...

Arman couldn't help thinking, did he cry when he was born?

Why do babies cry?

Is it because you know your mother is no longer alive?

Or do you feel guilty because you cruelly deprived your mother of her vitality?

Arman's heart was cold, he felt full of guilt.

How could he yearn for his mother?He is not worthy at all, because his birth was a murder and pillage...

His eyes were gray, and Arman lowered his head, clearly feeling the disgust of his own life.

The gentle and melodious humming sound suddenly came from the empty corridor, like pouring a bucket of hot water on the cold Arman, pulling him back from the negative emotions in an instant.

It was Mrs. Ford's voice, and she was singing.

Arman turned his head, paused, and then hesitantly decided to follow the singing.

Turning the corner of the promenade is the small garden of the Ford family.

There was a little bit of warm sunshine today, and this precious bit of warmth shone on Arman, making his eyes light up.

It is early spring in the garden, and there is no greenery yet, but there are no dead branches and leaves here. Those bare branches have begun to absorb nutrients from the soil, actively welcoming the sun, and everywhere is neat and quiet.

It seemed that in just a few more days, they would be able to accumulate enough heat to germinate, and then make an unreserved effort to grow new leaves and buds.

Mrs. Ford was sitting on the bench in front of the rose bushes, holding Ella in her arms, stroking the top of her daughter's head, and humming a fresh and beautiful song.

When she saw Arman, Mrs. Ford stopped, and turned to a warm smile.

She waved to the lonely little boy standing under the porch, and called him with a smile: "Arman, come, come to me."

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