I am the third prince of the dragon

Conte is a beautiful town with affluence and tranquility.

Mr. Ford, a well-known local businessman, has a lovely little daughter named Ella.

Since the death of little Ella's mother some years ago, the poor girl has been brought up in the care of the servants at home.

Every morning, her maid sent her to the girls' school in the town, where she learned knowledge from the teacher. When little Ella passed by, those street vendors greeted the child kindly.

"Good morning Ella!"

"Oh! Miss Ford! Would you like to buy a fresh snowdrop this morning? You can pin it on your collar!"

The attentive florist held a vase filled with snowdrops and handed it to her.

Her maid gave the florist a copper and bought all the vases in his hand.

Little Ella laughed. "You can put the rest on my bedroom window, and Dad will see it when he comes back."

The maid smiled and pinned a snowdrop on her lace neckline, nodded: "Of course."

"Little Ella! Come and buy my bread, it's just out of the oven, and it's for you!"

"Can I pray under a tree today? My son is going hiking—"

An elderly mother asked earnestly, Ella stopped in her tracks, and looked at the old mother helplessly with blue eyes: "Of course, if you want, you can go anytime."

She looked at everyone: "That tree is not my property, it was left by Louis. I believe he will be happy to share the luck with everyone."

That hazel tree, that magical and incredible tree has become the best kept secret in Conte.

A few years ago, a mysterious man named Louis appeared in Conte for a short time, and people admired his achievements and praised his great feat because of his defeat of robbers.

The mistress of the Ford family was still alive at that time, and the couple received the mysterious knight. Even later, Mrs. Ford suffered from a serious illness, and Louis did not leave until the wife died.

Since then, people have gradually discovered that this hero seems not so simple.

He appeared in the woods with a child dressed strangely, and defeated the robber in an instant. The young men hired by the Ford family present this experience in a miraculous way, and people didn't take it seriously.

Later Mrs. Ford died, and the servants of the Ford family found that the mistress was not like other patients with the same disease. She was tortured by the disease and was as thin as a skeleton.Even at the last moment Mrs. Ford was merely sickly, haggard but not terrible.

People gradually became suspicious, did Mrs. Ford get the favor of the disease?No, I'm afraid it has something to do with Louis too.

Later, the land where the hostess was buried, that is, the large piece of land owned by the Ford family, including the grove connecting the forest, the surrounding streams, and the road to the door of the Ford house, all the plants grew very special. Well, the foliage is luxuriant and the flowers are full of flowers.

Spring is here, and it warms up quickly there. When other places are still bleak and cold, only the sun will shine through the clouds to that area; in summer, the animals in the forest are also very fond of their home, and the animals in Ford's garden The roses grew fast and well, and climbed along the walls to the roof, blooming a large bush of colorful flowers, the grass grew and warblers flew, and even a deer jumped across their yard.

In autumn, those trees start to produce amazing results. Countless sweet melons and fruits hang down from the branches magically. Peaches hit.Winter is even more amazing. The stream in the woods turned into a bubbling hot spring. Look, only a little bit of bright greenery remains on the land of the Ford family.

People noticed it, of course, and everyone felt that the Ford family was blessed by God.

Or it was the Mistress of the Ford family who, after her death, still protected the land and took care of her husband and young daughter.

Even the servants of the Ford family are all smiling every day, as if living in heaven, always looking happy and happy.

Walking through the road in front of his house, people often heard laughter and laughter from the house. It was Ella dancing and singing with the servants.

Then, people began to ask why the people living in that land were so happy. Finally, a maid of the Ford family told them:

"It's that lord!" The little maid's eyes sparkled. "Master Louis must be a god, because Master Ford helped him, so he took special care of little Ella and gave her a magical hazel tree to bless her safety and health."

She said happily: "Little Ella prayed to that tree, Master Ford could come back early, and he came back the next day. It was originally a three-day journey, because the goods were sold out halfway, and he made a big profit." A sum of money! I came back early!"

The little maid's face was flushed and she rubbed her apron, and her freckles became more obvious: "I went to pray on Valentine's Day, and the next day, my dear Mike proposed to me—"

The eyes of the girls around immediately lit up.

People began to ask the servants of the Ford family eagerly, and it turned out that it was true——

The gardener suffered from pain in his legs in winter, so little Ella took him to pray under the tree, and soon he got better, healthier than a 20-year-old boy.

The cook prayed for her pregnant daughter, and her daughter successfully gave birth to a pair of beautiful twins that night.

There are other success stories, someone wandering in the woods picked up a wild boar that he bumped into a tree, made a fortune, and the girl he liked suddenly offered to befriend him... .

People suddenly flocked to the tree, and some even came from outside Conte when they heard the name.

After a while, everyone found that their prayers were being fulfilled in various ways...  

Some people were rewarded with kindness by their boss when they were working, some people suddenly found that so many people around them cared about them, and some people were pleasantly surprised to find that their hard work got more than expected feedback.

It's like the goddess of luck noticed this small town, and then mercifully sprinkled too much luck on them.

Good things are everywhere, even the weather is sunny! !

The whole of Conte County is like being soaked in a honeypot. Everyone is very happy, their work is more vigorous, everyone is living actively, and every night they are looking forward to whether tomorrow will be better.

Of course, this kind of happiness is not unrestrained. The magical hazel tree will not satisfy the unreasonable wishes of a greedy and vicious person. Someone who prays that a bag of gold will appear next to his pillow after waking up will not be satisfied. will be satisfied, and when he wakes up, he will only get a pillow soaked by the rain outside the window.

If he could get the pillows out to dry, he would find a job at the artisan across the street taking apprentices and earn a living.

But he just turned the pillow over cursingly, and continued to sleep soundly.

But the shop found an apprentice anyway, a bereft orphan who prayed for a job to support his little sister, so today he walked out the door determined to spend his last penny for The little girl buys a loaf of bread.

The copper coin fell from between his fingers and rolled to the feet of the craftsman standing at the door.

The bearded craftsman looked at the poor little guy, and knowing his experience, he laughed twice: "Boy, you lucky guy, come to me!"

Stories like these spread quickly, and more and more people went to pray.

It is believed that the hazel tree rewards kind and generous people with some luck, but this little bit of luck is enough to change an entire town.

People in Conte are smiling every day, and everyone is living a very happy life, expressing their love and care to each other without hesitation.

Although your Honor was worried about people disturbing the Ford family's private land so frequently, in fact, his wife also went to pray.

Then, suddenly, a thick black hair began to grow on the top of the judge's head.

Your Honor had to let nature take its course.

But people are also very self-conscious, and they basically ask Ella or Mr. Ford.

Little Ella and Mr. Ford did not regard the hazel tree as their private property, they felt that Louis must be willing to share the luck equally with everyone.

Therefore, the Ford family suddenly became the most popular family in Conte. When their servants went to buy vegetables, they would often be sent a lot of fresh melons and fruits, and finally had to be pulled back by a carriage.

Ella ate so much pumpkin pie last month that she didn't want to see the pumpkin for a short time before she finished it.

After school, Ella finds the mayor and judge waiting for her outside.

"Good afternoon, gentlemen."

The little lady held up the corner of her skirt and saluted reservedly, her cheeks were full of cute smiles, making people want to pinch her.

The mayor knelt down and asked, "Honey, is your father back?"

Little Ella nodded: "I came back last night."

She blinked: "What can you do? I'm going to Mr. Painter."

The mayor patted her on the head: "Go, you can ask Mr. Ford when you get home at night."

So Ella went to the old painter's house in the town as usual.

This kind and gentle old man is retiring in Conte. Little Ella prayed for him, hoping that his injured wrist would recover. Hazel has always been the fastest to respond to her. Now, the old man can finally pick up his paintbrush again up.

Therefore, the old painter specially took time out every day to teach this talented little girl to learn painting.

Later people learned that the old painter was actually a court painter who was favored by several royal families. He painted dozens of portraits of kings, queens, queens and other royal family members. Later, because of his hand injury, he lived in seclusion in this small place.

Ella is smart and delicate, and has a kind of sensitivity to these beautiful colors that can be called a talent. Her immature painting skills are insufficient, but the pictures are gorgeous and beautiful, which is impressive.

She hugged her new painting to bid farewell to the teacher, and kissed the face of the old man with a snow-white beard: "Goodbye, I will come again tomorrow."

The old man who regarded her as a student and a granddaughter waved goodbye to her with a smile, and watched her go home in a carriage.

Little Ella came home, hugged her father, hugged the old maid, played the piano for a while, and Mr. Ford taught her to sing Mrs. Ford's favorite song.

It was getting dark, and Mr. Ford came to her bedside with a collection of stories. Little Ella suddenly remembered about the mayor and the judge, and asked, "What do they want from you?"

"Nothing, just asking me on behalf of everybody if it's not possible to put gravel paths in the woods around the hazels."

Little Ella nodded, and then asked suspiciously, "Why?"

"Because everyone is grateful to it, because that tree has given us many things, and now people's lives are much happier than before."

Ella smiled: "That's what Louis did. He said that if I stay kind and upright, I will always be lucky."

She quietly lowered her voice: "Everyone thinks this is a gift, but it's actually because of everyone's kindness and hard work every day that Hazel answered their prayers."

Mr. Ford looked at his little daughter tenderly: "That's right."

His big warm hand gently stroked her little face: "Just like Ella, be kind and generous, maintain integrity, and more good things will happen."

He finished the story, and before blowing out the candles, he kissed his daughter on the forehead: "Good night, Ella."

The little girl blinked her sleepy eyes, just like her mother's blue eyes.

She suddenly said, "Father, can I be a tailor if I want to be in the future?"

Mr. Ford was a little surprised at first, and then laughed again: "You can do whatever you want."

"But Meera said you wouldn't agree."

She muttered, "Because that's not what a lady should do."

Mr. Ford looked into those eyes and thought of his wife. He was full of emotion and smiled: "It's okay for Ella not to be a lady—father and mother are the same, as long as you are happy."

Little Ella showed a slightly excited smile, and she obediently closed her eyes: "Good night, Dad."

Mr. Ford went out and closed her door softly.

Little Ella opened her eyes, looking at the shadow of the rose flower projected on the curtain by the moonlight outside the window.

She whispered, "Good night, Mom."

She closed her eyes and fell into a sweet dream.

The author has something to say: I want a second update today, hurry up and rush me! ! !

I want to have good luck too! ! ! ! ! ! ! !