Chapter 496

This is the anti-theft chapter. The winter has gradually passed, and the Xici alley has gradually changed. The once deserted yard full of weeds has been cleaned up. Although there are no precious flowers and plants to plant, a large vegetable garden has been opened up. The dilapidated house was also repaired. When spring came, it was full of vitality. At the beginning of autumn, it was fruitful.

Even more needless to say in the house, although the tables, chairs, benches and beds are still old, the dishes, chopsticks and bedding are clean and neat. Although the quilt covers are washed white, the quilt inside is good - exquisite. If anything is missing, she will go to the royal palace to be shunyibo. As for her precious bedclothes wrapped with branches and brocade, she has long been worn out and changed into dishcloth by the waste crown prince.

There was no prince's airs on him. He even took care of Linglong by carrying water, watering vegetables, washing and cooking. He obeyed her and became an ordinary folk man.

Linglong is the only person in the world who is willing to stay with him when he is covered with filth. Therefore, in order to keep this person, he must plan something.

The days in Xici alley are peaceful and peaceful. They work at sunrise and rest at sunset. If they are really ordinary people, there is nothing wrong with living like this. But the waste Prince often sees Linglong and thinks she should live a better life. Her beauty should not be unknown in such a place. She should be equipped with brocade, silk and jade dishes and live in a golden house to be worshipped by the world. As Linglong said, in this world, only the real dragon emperor can sit on the throne, and is qualified to attract her attention.

The waste Prince is so beautiful.

"Xiuwen! Xiuwen! "

When the waste Prince heard Linglong calling him in the room, he quickly wiped his wet hands on the simple apron and walked into the room. She had just woke up and her beautiful eyes were hazy. She was looking at him coyly: "I can't find my belly pocket!"

Hearing that she was looking for a belly pocket, the waste Prince did not change his face. "I made you a new one, and I'll wash the old one." Then he turned to open the red paint mottled wardrobe and took out a pink and white embroidered belly pocket. After several months of training, Prince Xiuwen, who was praised by the ministers for his talent and wisdom, even learned to embroider and cut clothes. A few days ago, Linglong didn't know where to get exquisite materials. Her skin was delicate. He made the cloth into personal clothes and embroidered several butterflies who wanted to fly.

Linglong tilted her head to see him take out a new belly pocket from the cabinet and took it over: "but I've only worn that one for a day and it's not dirty."

"Well..." the waste prince said vaguely, "you change your clothes first, and I'll go out."

It was as if there were some ghosts chasing after him. Linglong looked at his back and burst out laughing: "stupid goose." They slept in the same bed day and night. She was defenseless, but he obeyed the etiquette and didn't dare to touch her. Maybe he felt that he had buried her now. Usually, Linglong rolled into the arms of the waste prince. He was stiff and wanted to hold and didn't dare to hold, for fear of being abrupt. But recently, the silly goose seems to be enlightened. Although he still hasn't done anything to Linglong, he dares to kiss her. Although it's the most intimate, Linglong doesn't know what he did with her personal clothes.

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

Exquisite breakfast is very simple, a bowl of boiled rice porridge, two dishes of pickles made by the waste prince himself, and a small bowl of egg soup. The waste Prince got up early. She didn't get up early. He always ate and made another one she liked. But recently he began to toss himself again. He was thin and not in human shape, but he was ugly. Linglong didn't ask him what he was doing.

Although there is a different taste of plain tea, plain rice, porridge and small dishes, Linglong is not as good as the shark's fin and bear's paw of delicacies. Linglong is suffering from hunger. If she wants to suffer like this, it's no different from killing her.

In addition to eating, most of the Dragon Girl's Day is sleeping. When she returns to the Dragon Palace in the ruins, if there is no floating soul, she can even sleep for a long time to prevent digestion from being too fast. Although fireworks are flourishing in the world, Linglong has lived for so long. No matter how funny things are, they can't be more attractive than delicious love.

She sat on the bench in the corridor outside the house, which was made for her by the waste prince. He was full of poetry and books and had a wide range of experience. Therefore, at that time, he groped for carpentry and almost sawed off his fingers. Although the wooden chair was rough, it could be put on a soft cotton cushion, which was also comfortable. Linglong sat on it and watched the waste Prince scoop water to grow vegetables. He opened the stone on the pickle jar to check the pickles inside. His eyes were empty.

As soon as the waste Prince looked back, he saw Linglong's absent-minded appearance outside the sky, and his heart immediately panicked. He didn't realize it. After more than half a year, his heart had completely rushed on Linglong. When she was happy, he was happy and more motivated. When she frowned, he panicked and tried to make her happy. But no matter how long it has passed, the waste Prince is still worried about how to keep her if she feels impatient to leave one day.

The place like Xici alley is too simple and poor. She is really wronged to live here.

"Exquisite." He washed his hands, wiped them clean, came to her, didn't sit down, but knelt on one knee in front of her, and carefully held her green and jade hands on her knees. These catkins are white, tender and slender without any cocoons. He tried his best to pamper them, but they are still not enough. She lives here, without beautiful clothes, gorgeous jewelry, and rouge powder to decorate her face. She could have lived more beautiful and moving“ Don't be angry. I'll get 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 waste prince. She wouldn't do anything for him, let alone win the throne for him. Of course, he had to do his own things“ When, when, what minute, what second? "“ Soon. " When the waste prince saw that her expression changed slightly, he immediately smiled. He always knew that she loved her face and didn't hesitate to please her with this handsome face“ If you put up with the last time, I will let you live a better life than everyone else. " At this moment, the throne and revenge are no longer important. The waste Prince just wants to keep the girl in front of him and use all his money. Linglong looked at him for a few seconds. 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 should we be bullied like this? It's not like letting things go, is it? I'm still waiting for you to take me out and make me beautiful, so that I can bully my sister back! " The waste prince was relieved. No matter how he planned, he couldn't figure out how to please and love, so that she could have more affection for herself. On the third day after that, people came to the palace. This is the person in the palace who came back from the Xici alley. He is also the emperor's close eunuch and the head of Duke Jiang! Father Jiang grew up watching the abandoned prince. When the queen was still there, he received the favor of the queen, so the queen was gone, and he has always taken good care of Prince Xiuwen. Later, Prince Xiuwen was abolished. He tried to find someone to take care of Prince Xiuwen in Xici alley. It's a pity that even Duke Jiang can't go anywhere in Xici alley. After receiving the secret letter from Prince Xiuwen, he naturally obeyed his orders. The emperor was really soft hearted and asked him to come to Xici alley and call the prince into the palace“ Your highness - "father Jiang." The waste Prince first held father-in-law Jiang, "I'm not the East Palace anymore. I can't afford the word your highness."“ What did your highness say? In the slave's heart, you will always be the prince. " Duke Jiang wiped tears from the corners of his eyes. "Everything has been done according to your Highness's orders. The emperor still cares about you in his heart, otherwise he won't ask the slave to come to the palace late at night --" I won't go. "“ At that time, I will meet with the emperor. Your highness, just take a soft one - what? "“ I won't go into the palace. " Father Jiang was stunned: "Your Highness is confused! This is an opportunity to reconcile with the emperor. How can you -- "don't you believe me?" The waste Prince smiled gently, but his eyes were not excited by the emperor. His blind eye was as dark as midnight, and there was nothing colder than this eye“ When you go back, tell the emperor truthfully that the sinner Xiuwen wants to end his life here, and he will not be the son of the emperor again. " Duke Jiang stared: "Your Highness --" do as I say, if you still recognize me as the master in your heart. " Jiang Gong wanted to stop talking, but he finally backed out. After he returned to the palace, the emperor was waiting in his bedroom. When he saw that father Jiang came back, but there was no one else behind him, he suddenly changed his face. Then he heard Father Jiang say that the waste crown prince didn't want to come back at all, and even didn't want to admit their father-son relationship. The emperor was furious, brushed his sleeve and fell the tea set on the table. His angry chest couldn't stop fluctuating: "it's against him! Turn him around! How dare he say that! How dare he -- "your majesty!" Father Jiang knelt down and wiped his tears“ The old slave still remembers that his highness was born in a small group. Later, he grew so good. The emperor loved him, and the empress regarded her highness as an eye, but later, when the empress left, no one hurt her. If the Emperor sees his royal highness now, he must not recognize it. One of your Highness's eyes is gone, and your right hand is useless. You can't write and pick up your pen. When the old slave sees it, it's as painful as cutting with a knife. I don't know how sad the empress is in heaven. " This novel has been translated by www.novelhall.com and if you are reading this somewhere, they have stolen our translation.