take the lamb to school

Ealing felt that Lambert was a little strange recently.

That's not to say he wasn't weird before, but—

In the past, Lambert would not walk well on the road and suddenly glared at Yiling, nor would he hum to Yiling all the time, nor would he run over to ask Yiling what book he was reading after class , and after Yi Ling replied, he said with disdain that he had read it a long time ago.

Overnight, Lambert's malice seemed to be directed at Ealing alone, and he didn't even have time to pay attention to his old enemy Pamela.

Yi Ling was extremely puzzled by this, but had no luck in accepting it.

He has a lot of people and things on his mind, and he doesn't want to devote his energy to dealing with a spoiled and arrogant child-even though they are about the same age.

During the class break, Yi Ling quietly came to the southwest corner of the Queen Mary Building with her schoolbag on her back. There was a long corridor covered by green vines, which was well concealed.

He and His Royal Highness agreed to meet at this place.

Yi Ling arrived 5 minutes early. He looked around, feeling inexplicably guilty, so he squatted down while leaning on the pillars of the corridor, hoping that no one could see him.

A few vines were hanging down on the ground, and Yi Ling was pounding on his chest while counting the number of leaves on them. He seemed to have returned to the time when he hid the clothes of His Highness the Prince.

In fact, the cloak that Yi Ling brought back secretly was placed in the innermost part of the closet, and he would touch it every time he took clothes from the closet.

There was also Bowen in the dormitory, and he didn't dare to do something like sleeping with his cloak in his arms, although he had fantasized about doing so in his mind.

Some extravagant things flashed through Yi Ling's mind, but she was holding a poor vine in her hand, and she was getting tighter and tighter, and she was about to be pinched so hard that she couldn't breathe.

"What are you doing?"

A male voice suddenly exploded in Yi Ling's ear, and he immediately let go of his hand in fright. When he looked up, His Highness the Prince was bending over to look at him with a chuckle.

"I didn't do anything." Yi Ling pursed his lips uneasily. He remembered the tulip that was brutally murdered in the palace some time ago. He hadn't told His Royal Highness about this matter yet.

Vigal glanced at the dying vine, and a smile flashed in his eyes. He also squatted down, let his delicate robe fall to the ground, and said, "Are you destroying public property?"

"I didn't do it on purpose, Your Highness!" Yi Ling's eyelashes trembled. At this moment, His Highness the Prince was only a short distance away from him. He didn't dare to look into the eyes of the person opposite him, so he lowered his head.A strand of hair on the top of the hair was raised high, and with his movements, it directly hit the nose of His Highness the Prince.

Vegal quietly sniffed the fragrance attached to the lock of hair, and reached out to rub the boy's light flaxen hair, then cupped his face.

Flushed cheeks, watery eyes, and—

Lips that look very soft.

Virgal's palm was very hot, and the hot feeling was conveyed to his heart along his arms and shoulders.

He thought it was because Yi Ling's face was too hot that it affected him.

But he was not willing to let go.

At this time, the boy frowned in confusion, and said: "I must confess something to you, Your Highness."

"What's the matter?" Vergar asked.

"I, I picked a tulip on my own without your consent." Yi Ling's gaze was erratic, obviously feeling that this "crime" was a bit serious, and it was even more serious that he had concealed it for so long up.

Our prince could hardly help laughing. Fortunately, he was shocked for a moment when he heard that the boy had something to confess. It turned out that it was just such an insignificant matter.

He pretended to be serious and raised his face, and said lightly: "Really? But I still remember that when you were a cat, you once harmed me with a white rose. Why weren't you ashamed at that time?"

Yi Ling picked her fingers, and quibbled for the first time: "...that's Xueqiu, not Yi Ling, Your Highness."

But I said in my heart: How do you know that I am not ashamed at that time?After that, I obviously kept thinking about Uncle Gardener, okay?

In fact, when Yi Ling became Snowball, although his mind was still human in the strict sense, his moral sense was indeed not as strong as when he was a human, but he didn't realize it himself.

Vegal looked at Yi Ling's embarrassed face, and couldn't bear to tease him again: "Okay, let's get down to business. But—are you sure we'll just squat down and talk like this?"

Yi Ling shook his head hurriedly, and Vegal helped him up together.

"I brought the reward you said before, Your Highness." Yi Ling took out a bouquet of roses woven with fine white yarn from her schoolbag, raised her hands and handed it to His Highness the Prince.

Virgal took this special bouquet of flowers and said with a smile: "I like it, thank you, Yiling."

"That would be great!" Yi Ling narrowed her eyes with a smile, and said impatiently, "Then Your Highness, the book I asked you to borrow..."

"Of course I borrowed it for you, but if I don't borrow books for you, don't you think you won't give me this bouquet of flowers?" Virgal stared fixedly at the boy in front of him, and his tone suddenly became unhappy , his expression also turned cold.

It's quite scary when the prince is expressionless, at least Yi Ling is really a little worried.

He grabbed Virgal's sleeve in panic and said, "I haven't thought about it that way. If you want, I can weave more flowers for you."

It was obviously Vigar who was deliberately scary, but when he saw Yi Ling's expression of confusion, he felt distressed. He took Yi Ling's hand to comfort him and said, "I believe in you. I am the same. Even if you don't give me anything, I will also borrow books for you. I hope there will be a better relationship between us..."

After finishing speaking, he took out the book Yi Ling needed from the schoolbag he was carrying and handed it to him, with a soft voice: "This is the book you want. You can borrow it from me after you finish reading it. You know how to contact me. "

Yi Ling tried her best to calm down, put the book in her bag, then raised her head and asked, "We have always been good friends, right Your Highness?"

Yi Ling's eyes were full of anticipation, expecting to hear an affirmative answer.

An expression of His Royal Highness made him feel a sense of crisis. He hadn't seen him so cold for a long time, and he couldn't stand His Royal Highness treating him the same way he treated others.

"Yes. As long as you want," Vegal's eyes were dark, and complex emotions appeared on his handsome face, "We can always be good friends."

Hearing this, Yi Ling breathed a sigh of relief, and he showed a sweet smile: "Then, goodbye, Your Highness. The next class will start soon."

Watching His Royal Highness leave, Yi Ling also stepped forward and walked towards the auditorium classroom.

And behind him, under the cover of green branches and leaves, a young man clenched his hands and stared at Yi Ling's far away back, his eyes bursting with jealous anger.