There’s a Dragon Girl in the Desolate Sea

Chapter One of the second film: (5)

Linglong's days are finally a little more comfortable, this kind of comfort not only comes from her daily life, but also from her eyes.

After eating and dressing, the waste prince gradually recovered his appearance. Linglong looked at him with her chin, and her heart was happy: when she grew up like this, she would like it even if her personality was a little bit worse, not to mention the sudden discovery of her conscience for some reason. She is very gentle and considerate. Although she doesn't talk like a boring gourd, she has a very cute blushing face when she is teased and teased.

Good-looking, what can't be forgiven?

As the winter gradually passed, the alleys of Xicci gradually changed. The barren yard that was once overgrown with weeds has been cleaned up. Although there are no precious flowers and plants to grow, a large vegetable garden has been opened up. The dilapidated house was also repaired, and when the spring came, it was immediately full of vitality, and the early autumn was already fruitful.

Needless to say in the room, although the tables, chairs, benches and bed boards are still old, the dishes and bedding used are clean and tidy. Although the quilt covers are washed white, the quilt inside is still on. Okay—Linglong went to the palace and went to the palace for a long time. As for her luxurious bedclothes, which had been worn out by her, she was changed into a rag by the waste prince.

On him, there is no longer a hint of the prince's airs. He even took care of Linglong by personally picking water, vegetables, washing, cooking, and taking care of Linglong.

There is only Linglong in the world who is willing to stay by his side when he is full of filth, so in order to keep this person, he is bound to plan something.

The days in the alleys of Xicci are peaceful and peaceful, working at sunrise and resting at sunset. If it is really an ordinary person, it would be okay to live like this. But every time Prince Fei saw Linglong, she felt that she should live a better life. Her beauty should not be unknown in such a place, she should be accompanied by brocade clothes, silk and jade plates, and live in a golden house to be worshipped by the world. Just as Linglong said, in this world, only the emperor of the true dragon can sit on the throne, and she is qualified to make her pay attention to one or two.

The waste prince looks really good-looking.

"Revision! Revision!"

When the waste prince heard Linglong calling him in the house, she hurriedly wiped her wet hands on her simple apron and walked into the room. She had just woke up, with dim beautiful eyes, and was looking at him in disgust, "I can't find my belly. !"

Hearing that she was looking for a bellyband, the waste prince did not change her face, "I made a new one for you, and I took the old one and washed it." Then she turned around and opened the red-painted wardrobe, and took out a piece of pink and white embroidery from the inside. Come to my bellyband. After several months of training, the wise and talented Prince Xiuwen was praised by the ministers, and he even learned how to embroider and cut clothes. A few days ago, Linglong didn't know where to get the exquisite material. She had delicate skin, so he made the fabric into underwear and embroidered a few butterflies with wings spreading out.

Linglong tilted her head to watch him take out his new bellyband from the cabinet, and took it: "But I only wore that one for a day, and it's not dirty."

"Um..." The waste prince said in a vague tone, "You change your clothes first, I'm going out."

Like a ghost chasing after him, Linglong looked at his back and chuckled out with a chuckle: "Dummy goose." They slept on the same bed day and night. She was not guarded, but he was obedient. Dare to touch her, maybe because she feels that she is buried in the body of sin now, and he usually rolls into the arms of the waste prince, he is stiff, and he wants to hug but dare not hug, for fear of abruptness. But recently, the dull goose seems to have become acquainted. Although he still didn’t do anything to Linglong, he dared to kiss her boldly. Although the closest thing was nothing but this, Linglong didn’t know how he made her underwear. What happened.

After the waste prince went out, he saw the half-dry peony bellyband that had been washed and hung on the rope, and his face blushed, and immediately calmed down. She didn't know anything, and he would never tell her what he did...

Linglong's breakfast is very simple, a bowl of boiled rice porridge, two plates of pickles made by the waste prince himself, and a small bowl of custard. The waste prince woke up early, she did not get up early, he had always eaten, and then made something she liked. But recently he started tossing himself again. He was so skinny and ugly, Linglong didn't ask him what he was doing.

Although the thick tea, light rice, porridge and side dishes have a different taste, they are inferior to the delicacy of mountains and seas, shark's fin and bear paw, especially Linglong is suffering from hunger.

In addition to eating, most of the dragon girl was sleeping. When she was in the Dragon Palace of the Ruins, if there was no soul floating, she could even sleep for a long, long time to prevent too fast digestion. Although the world is full of fireworks, but Linglong has lived for so long, no amount of fun can be as tempting as delicious love.

She was sitting on a bench in the corridor outside the house, which was made by the waste prince. He was full of poetry and books, and he had a lot of knowledge, so he fumbled for carpentry at that time, and almost saw his fingers off, and finally did it. Although the wooden bench that came out was rough, it was comfortable with a soft cotton cushion. Linglong sat on it and watched the waste prince scoop water to grow vegetables, then lifted the stone on the pickle jar to check the condition of the pickles inside, her eyes empty.

When the waste prince looked back, he saw Linglong's absent-minded appearance, and he suddenly panicked. He didn't even notice that after more than half a year of getting along, his heart had completely fallen on Linglong. When she was happy, he was happy and more motivated to do things. When she frowned, he was flustered and tried to make her happy. But no matter how long it has been, the waste prince is still worried that one day she feels impatient and wants to leave, how she will keep her.

A place like Xici Alley is too simple and miserable. She is really aggrieved by living here.

"Linglong." He washed his hands, wiped them clean, and came to her. Instead of sitting down, he knelt on one knee in front of her, carefully holding her lush jade hands on her knees with both hands. These catkins were white and slender, without any cocoons. They were the ones he tried hard to nurture, but they were still not enough. She lives here, without beautiful clothes, no gorgeous jewelry, and no rouge gouache to make her face.

She could have lived more beautifully and more attractively.

"Don't be angry, I will take you out of here." He kissed her little hand and said seriously.

Linglong looked at him lazily. What she wanted was the love of the dead prince, and she would not do anything for him, let alone seize the throne for him. Of course, he had to do his own affairs. "When, when, minute and second?"

"Quickly." Seeing that her expression changed slightly, the waste prince smiled immediately. He always knew that she liked her appearance, and he didn't hesitate to use this handsome face to please her. "Don't wait for the last moment, I will definitely let you live a better life than everyone else."

At this moment, whether the throne or revenge is no longer important. The waste prince only wanted to keep the girl in front of him and use all of him.

Linglong looked at him for a few seconds, and her expressionless face suddenly showed a bright smile: "Of course I believe you, I really want to go out." She hugged the waste prince. "Why do we want to be bullied like this? It's not like that, right? I'm still waiting for you to take me out and let me be successful, so I can bully my sister-in-law back too!"

Only then did the waste prince relax. No matter how he planned, she couldn't figure out how to please her love, so as to make her more affectionate for herself.

On the third day thereafter, people came to the palace.

This is the first person in the alley of Xici, who returned to the palace, or the emperor's personal chief eunuch, Grandpa Jiang!

This grandfather Jiang grew up watching the waste prince. When the queen was still there, he was favored by the queen, so the queen is no longer there, and he has been taking care of the prince Xiuwen. Later, Prince Xiuwen was abolished. He tried his best to find someone to take a look at the Prince Xiuwen in the alley of Xici. Unfortunately, even the father of Jiang couldn't come and go in the alley of Xici. When he received a secret letter from Prince Xiuwen to himself, he naturally obeyed his orders. The emperor was really soft-hearted and asked him to come to the alley of Xici and call the prince into the palace.

"Your Highness—"

"Duke Jiang." The waste prince supported Duke Jiang first, "I am no longer the East Palace, so I can't bear the word "His Royal Highness"."

"What your highness is saying, in the mind of the slave, you will always be the prince." Grandpa Jiang wiped the tears from the corner of his eyes, "everything is done according to the instructions of his highness. The emperor still misses you in his heart, otherwise he won't be called. The minion came to invite you into the palace late at night—"

"I'm not going."

"Meet with the emperor at that time, your majesty will just be soft-what?"

"I won't enter the palace."

Father Jiang was stunned: "His Royal Highness is confused! This is an opportunity to reconcile with the emperor, how can you—"

"Doesn't the father-in-law believe me?" The waste prince smiled lightly, but there was no excitement in his eyes that was remembered by the emperor. His blind eye was as dark as night at the moment, and it was no longer colder than this one. "When you go back, tell the emperor truthfully, saying that the sinners want to cultivate and want to be here, but they are left with their lives, and they will be the emperor's son without blessings."

Father Jiang's eyes widened: "Your Highness—"

"Do as I said, if you still recognize me as the master in your heart."

Jiang Gonggong wanted to say something but stopped, but after all he retreated.

After he returned to the palace, the emperor was waiting in the dormitory. Seeing that there was no one else behind Jiang's return, his expression suddenly changed. When he heard Jiang's saying that the dead prince would never come back, he even didn’t want to recognize the affection between his father and son. The emperor was furious, and smashed the tea set on the table with his sleeves, and his annoyed chest could not help but rise and fall: "Turn him! Turn him! How dare he say this! How dare he—"

"The emperor!" Father Jiang knelt down and wiped a tear. "The old slave still remembers that the little lump when His Royal Highness was born, how good it grew later, the emperor loved him, and the empress empress treated her as eyeballs, but later the empress left, no one hurts her. If the emperor sees his current highness, he will definitely not recognize it. One of his eyes is gone, his right hand is also abolished, he can't write, he can't hold a pen, the old slave sees it, and the bottom of his heart is like a knife. It’s so uncomfortable, the queen empress is in the spirit of heaven, I don’t know how sad it is."