take the lamb to school

In fact, Ealing recognized it the first time he saw it, because he had one hanging around his neck.

"Did you see that, Ealing?"

Bowen said with interest: "This is his jealousy and desire for monopoly."

There was a hint of sweetness in Yi Ling's heart, he put the two pieces of letter paper away properly, and then walked to the window to look into the distance.He could see the cobblestone path stretching out in a zigzag way, the flower trees on both sides were drooping their petals, and at the end of his line of sight was a rose flower bed carefully pruned by the gardener, which looked especially delicate under the night light.

"If you drive a fast horse, it only takes half an hour at most to get here from the palace."

While pacing, Bowen calculated the time-consuming of Vigar's journey, and said to himself:

"When he comes later, I will hide in the bathroom...Maybe he still wants to fight with me, but I will never beat him...After all, he is a second grader, he subdued me, All it takes is an enchantment."

"I won't let things fall to that point, Bowen." Yi Ling said guiltily, "I will make it clear to him that you are only here to help me."

"But I really confessed my love to you, didn't I?" Bowen took out his school uniform from the closet and went straight to the bathroom, "Now I have to change, in case we fight, I think— At least I can't run away with my nightgown on."

"..."

Yi Ling blinked blankly. Although His Royal Highness has always been arrogant and indifferent in the eyes of outsiders, he is not so cruel that he would fight as soon as he met.

He wanted to say something, but he looked at the closed bathroom and swallowed it. After Bowen came out, he saw Bowen's appearance ready to go, and he suddenly felt uneasy.

Is it possible that they guessed wrongly what His Royal Highness was thinking?

In these two letters, His Royal Highness did not reveal any serious information.He only said that he did not recommend that he agree to Bowen's confession, and that he would come over soon.

Then what did he come here for?

His Royal Highness did not say this.

Maybe he's only here to stop what he calls a "nonsense thing."

Thinking of this, Yi Ling's good mood suddenly disappeared.

Bowen saw his brows drooping and asked, "What's the matter with you?"

"I don't have confidence." Yi Ling shook her head in frustration.

If he hadn't been hopeful in the first place, he might not be so nervous now.But just because he already had illusions in his heart, he was even more worried that things would end in another way.In short, once this illusion is shattered, he will suffer great pain.

"You act very much like me before."

Bowen said with a smile.

"On the day and afternoon when I decided to confess my love to you, I was just as disturbed as you are now. I remember that we were still in class, and I couldn't listen to what the teacher said. I kept thinking, what should I do if I fail? .”

Bowen laughed self-deprecatingly: "In the end I did fail."

Yi Ling had no intention of recalling this unhappy past—even though this past was just a month ago.He said: "Here, look, by the window, here we share the same loaf of buttered bread. We promise to be best friends forever."

The reason Ealing mentioned this was to divert Bowen's attention away from his failed confession experience.At the same time, he also enlightened him-it's okay, they are still friends.

Bowen understood Yi Ling's intentions, and he raised the corner of his mouth and said, "I failed, but you will succeed."

"he came."

Yi Ling looked out the window, and saw a familiar figure walking from the end of the path.

His long blond hair swaying left and right when he strode forward, his frowning eyebrows, pursed lips, and the corner of his robe rolled up during his actions.

The man was looking straight ahead, maybe it was Yi Ling's illusion, he seemed to lift his eyelids and glanced this way.

Yi Ling took a step back almost immediately, holding the window screen tightly, and his breathing became much more rapid.

His chest jumped up, and a large swath of cold sweat broke out on his forehead.

He's coming up, he's coming up.

This is the third floor, and Virgal can reach the door of his room in about one minute.

Yi Ling closed her eyes tightly, and opened them again quickly.He stared at the pendulum clock on the table without blinking, and began to count silently.

"one two three……"

There was an echo in the chest.

"Ten, twelve..."

His hands also trembled.

"You look very bad, Ealing."

Bowen, who was by his side, looked at him worriedly.

Yi Ling had no time to reply to his friend's concern, his mind was in a mess, and he could only find a little bit of rationality—this little bit was being used by him for counting.

"48, 49..."

When it was almost fifty, there was a knock on the door.

"I can only accompany you here, Yiling." Bowen patted Yiling's shoulder, "I wish you good luck."

"Thank you."

Yi Ling thanked him in a daze, and watched Bowen flash into the bathroom quickly. He raised his stiff legs and walked to the door, took a deep breath and pulled the door open.

The person standing outside the door was Vergar.

His face was frighteningly livid, and he softened his expression only when he saw Yi Ling.He took Yi Ling's hand, walked quickly into the room and wandered around.

"Where's the Gold boy?"

Yi Ling stumbled and said, "Bowen, he's gone."

"he's gone."

Vegar repeated it, his eyes stayed on the closed wooden door of the bathroom for a while, and he said with a half-smile: "Whether he has left here, we will know soon. Yiling, the tracking technique you learned last week is just right. in this situation."

"As long as he hasn't gone too far, and just recently."

Yi Ling hesitated to answer.

"Don't you want to practice once?" Virgal raised his eyebrows, "Then I'll do it."

As he spoke, he was about to wave his right hand.

In desperation, Yi Ling hurriedly hugged his waist, and shouted tremblingly: "I have something to tell you, Your Highness!"

"It's very, very important!"

Yi Ling raised her head and looked at Vegal pleadingly.

Virgal stared at him for a few moments before saying, "Okay. Tell me."

"I……"

Thinking of what to say next, Yi Ling blushed, opened her mouth but couldn't say anything.He racked his brains to replace the word "like" with some other words, but he couldn't make it up.

That's when he caught a glimpse of his wardrobe.

So Ealing brought Virgal to the closet.

He took out a cloak from the few clothes and carefully shook it off, "Do you remember this dress?"

Virgal nodded: "I remember. This is what I put on you."

"You put it on for me?" Yiling wondered, "But you said that day, it was Archer who put it on for me."

"..."

A look of embarrassment flashed across Vegal's face.

"Maybe you're remembering wrong. Well, maybe I'm wrong. It doesn't matter, Ealing."

Yi Ling had no choice but to continue: "What I want to say is that I like this cloak very much... I often, often sleep with it, and it smells very good—"

Vigal didn't understand, so: "This is what you want to say? As long as you don't mind, I can give you more."

"No, that's not the point."

Yi Ling's eyes gradually fainted, his amber pupils gleamed, and his throat was astringent: "I like this dress, not because of the dress itself, but because of its owner."

"Every time I hold it to sleep, I think of its owner."

"I like the smell of its owner, so I like the smell of it."

Yi Ling choked up, "This is what I want to tell you."