His Highness the Son moves the cat online

"Please speak, Pope."

The witch beauty nodded lightly, he turned around, stretched out his hand to hold Dijiaer beside him, and interlocked his fingers in the other's surprised blue eyes.

"His Royal Highness Dijiaer and I are not just in a contractual relationship." Wu Meiren looked at the people in front of him. He felt the palm of his hand tremble slightly, and continued after a slight pause: "I like Your Highness Dijiaer. From now on...will Be with him as a partner."

All around, there was no sound.

Even the usually calm and calm king suddenly widened his eyes. Looking at the backs of the two people in front of him, he didn't know what it was like for a moment.

Not to mention other people, the blood of the rebellious prince is not as shocking as the news in front of him. Some nobles with their hands tied even thought in a daze that they could learn this explosive news... Exile, that's worth it.

But at this moment, Dijiaer was looking straight at the side face of Wu Meiren, he clenched his fingers tightly, and it took a lot of effort to prevent himself from losing control and turning back to his original form.

Even so, Dijiaer took several breaths before forcing himself to regain his voice.

"I, I..." Dijiaer's voice was trembling, and he said incoherently: "This is obviously what I should say first, I like you, I..."

"Jaer." In the end, the king was the first to react. He had no way to deal with these two people.

Glancing at the crowd with blank expressions, the king waved his hand with a headache and said, "The Pope is tired too, Gal, take the Pope down to rest."

Dijiaer responded out of state, took the witch's hand and walked towards his palace. On the way, his left foot tripped over his right foot several times. If it wasn't for the witch's hand, Dijiaer would have fallen several times. A dog eats shit.

It wasn't until he returned to his palace that Dijiaer finally came back to his senses. He shook his head vigorously, held the witch's shoulder and buried his face in the other's neck.

"I'm really happy..." Dijiaer's voice was a little hoarse, and he chuckled with red eyes: "My luck is really good. I have a father who loves me, and you who like me."

Wu Meiren didn't speak, although he looked calm on the surface, but only he knew how fast his heart was beating, and his strong feelings had already broken through the shackles, just because of this person in front of him.

It wasn't until a burst of warmth came from her lips that Wu Meiren came back to her senses. He looked at the blue eyes that were close at hand, and clearly saw the deep affection in them.

"Is it okay?" Di Jia put his arms around his waist and asked softly: "Now, is it okay?"

Wu Meiren sighed from the bottom of his heart, he looked at the cautiousness and expectation in the other party's eyes, and bit Dijiaer's earlobe sideways.

"can."

Hearing the other party's response, Dijiaer suddenly trembled all over. It was unknown whether it was because of the tingling sensation coming from the earlobe, or because of the witch beauty's answer.

When Wu Meiren raised her head, she was surprised to find that... this thick-skinned His Highness the Second Prince had cheeks so red that he could fry eggs.

It's rare.

The witch beauty didn't expect that Dijiaer would be so innocent, he squinted his black eyes, stretched out his hand to pinch Dijiaer's chin and asked, "Can you do it?"

Dijiaer: "..."

Wu Meiren raised her eyebrows slightly, thinking of teasing her. He pressed her waist hard on the bed behind her, and with one long leg, she straddled Dijiaer's lower abdomen.

Condescendingly looking down at Dijiaer with flushed cheeks, the witch beauty tilted her head and smiled, "I can't see that His Highness Dijiaer is only good at talking."

"I didn't..." Di Jia gritted his teeth, his azure eyes showed a hint of embarrassment and shyness: "I'm just...a little nervous..."

Wu Meiren imagined him turning into a kitten with fried hair, and couldn't help laughing, it was really cute.

Di Jiaer bit his lower lip, he suddenly stretched out his hands and grabbed Wu Meiren's arm propped by his side, and after a while of spinning around, the positions of the two of them suddenly reversed.

Looking at Dijiaer above his head, Wu Meiren blinked his eyes and suddenly wanted to play tricks, but he raised his head and gently sucked the opponent's lips.

Bite a few times with her white teeth, the witch beauty leaned close to Dijiaer's ear and asked softly: "Your Highness, are you really not good?"

Di Jiaer only felt a wave of heat instantly devouring his remaining sanity. He reached out and grabbed Wu Meiren's robe and was about to tear it open, but unexpectedly, the other party said, "You have a nosebleed."

Dijiaer: "..."

He had never been so embarrassed in his life!

"It's not important!" Dijiaer grabbed the handkerchief on the bed and wiped it hastily, he threw the handkerchief on the ground, pressed the witch's shoulder directly and gritted his teeth: "If you talk again, I'm really rude !"

Witch Beauty: "...Oh."

Dijiaer tore off the snow-white robe on Wu Meiren's body. Although he looked anxious and about to get angry, the kiss he fell was very delicate and gentle.

Being treated like this by him, Wu Meiren couldn't help sighing softly in her heart, if Dijiaer was his love... then, he admitted it.

Until the candles in the room were burned out, there were still one or two suppressed muffled groans from the bed beside him.

It wasn't until noon on the second day that Wu Mei woke up slowly. He opened his eyes, looked at the arm lying across his chest, and couldn't help grinding his back molars.

Compared to his mottled and purple body, Dijiaer is not much better. He was bullied terribly last night, and the witch beauty also left a lot of bite marks on the other party. At this moment, it seems that Dijiaer seems... a little worse .

"Wu, are you awake?" Di Jia hugged him in his arms: "Let's sleep a little longer."

"...can't sleep." Wu Meiren still couldn't hold back, he opened his mouth and lightly bit the forearm lying in front of him: "I'm hungry, I want to eat meat."

"Well, I'll get you something to eat." Dijiaer sat up quickly, he pressed the witch beauty who was about to get up and said, "Lie down for a while."

"It's okay, I have to go to the Temple of Light in a while." Wu Meiren yawned: "You go with me."

Di Jiaer responded, he had already helped the witch beauty take a bath afterwards, and now he was serving her to change clothes, seeing the witch beauty put on layer after layer of robes, Di Jiaer frowned and said: "When the Pope , do I have to wear so much?"

"No way, the rules are just like this." Seeing the other party half kneeling on the ground, Wu Meiren hurriedly said when she was about to put on shoes for herself: "Gal, I will wear the shoes myself."

"No problem." Di Jia tidied him up from head to toe, picked up the hairpin on the bedside and twirled his hair for him.

Finally, he straightened up and grinned contentedly.

"I'm going to get some food, you wait here for me." After Dijiaer finished speaking, without waiting for the witch beauty to answer, he happily pushed open the door and went out.

Wu Meiren looked at his jumping back and was speechless for a moment. After a while, there was a light knock on the door.

Getting up and opening the door, the witch beauty saw Chris looking at her excitedly.

"I finally digested this shocking news!"

Chris poked his head out. As soon as he finished speaking, before he could get rid of the joy on his face, he saw the bloody handkerchief on the ground at a glance.

Taking a deep breath in his heart, Chris couldn't help but blurted out and asked, "Are you bleeding?!"

"No." The witch beauty followed his gaze and threw down the handkerchief on the ground, as if thinking of something, he couldn't help but raise the corner of his mouth and said, "It's Gar's blood."

"Hiss—" Chris's heart was overwhelmed: "Di, the blood of His Royal Highness Dijiaer?!"

"Hmm." Wu Meiren closed the door behind his back, he looked up at Chris and asked, "What's the matter?"

Chris is now in a state of emptiness, and he stammered after being called out by the witch beauty a few times: "No, that, witch...you should be nicer to His Royal Highness Digar..."

Witch Beauty: "...?"

"Your Highness has been pampered since childhood, and I'm afraid he can't bear the pain." Chris felt a little dizzy, he rubbed his temples and turned around: "That's right, Your Majesty said... When you are free, please ask His Highness Digar to come over."

"Well, I'll tell Garr."

"Okay, I've brought the words." Chris felt that he needed to slow down, so he turned around and said, "I'm leaving first, and I'll come find you when I'm free later."

After speaking, Chris left quickly, as if he thought he was not fast enough, and he even used wind magic.

After Dijiaer came back, the witch and beauty truthfully conveyed what Chris had said, and urged the other party to hurry over.

"Your Majesty may be in a hurry."

Dijiaer, who had just eaten the meat, was kicked out of the door mercilessly by the other party before he had time to be gentle.

Dijiaer came to the hall where the king was in a daze, but found that everyone present was looking at him strangely.

Although he has been looked at by all kinds of eyes since he was a child, it was the first time that he was looked at with 'pity' and 'love'.

But among these people, his father's eyes were much more complicated. Apart from pity and shock, there was also a trace of so-called hatred.

With doubts all over his head, Dijiaer stepped forward and bowed to the king, saying: "Father, I..."

"Move a chair for His Highness." Before he could speak, the king ordered someone to bring him a soft high-backed chair.

Di Jiaer looked at the soft cushions that had been specially laid several times on the chair, and was a little dazed for a while, but adhering to the principle of being able to be comfortable and not tired himself, Di Jiaer did not ask the reason, and Shi Shiran sat on the chair. above.

"Your Highness, drink water." Chris on the side brought a cup of scented tea soaked in roses and red dates from nowhere and handed it to Di Jiaer. His sudden hospitality made Di Jiaer even more puzzled.

But what Tinas did next, almost made Dijiaer wonder if he hadn't woken up.

I saw Tinas, who was wearing a blue neutral dress, come forward, her tone was gentle, and her friendly attitude was like chatting with her noble sister.

"Your Highness, it was my ignorance that troubled you before." Tinas said sincerely, "I will be your good sister...friend from now on."

Dijiaer became more and more puzzled, didn't he just fall in love?What's the matter?

The author has something to say: Chris: My friend turned out to be a fierce one!

King: It turned out that my son was the one who was kicked!

Tina Si: If you can't be your daughter-in-law, then be your sister

Dijiaer: Meow meow? ? ?

Stupid author: the next chapter is over~