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Above the tower, in the Beast King's bedroom, the night wind poured in through the wide open windows, and the sound of the heavy curtains carried the tranquility of the years.

The Beastmaster carefully placed the drunk third prince on the soft bed, stood up and waved his hand, and the open window closed automatically, blocking Night Breeze's search.

The third prince on the bed squinted his eyes half-closed, whispering nonsense, and stretched out his hand to the Beast King beside the bed, not knowing whether he wanted to poke the tip of the Beast King's nose again, or to pull the beard at the corner of the Beast King's mouth.

The Beastmaster narrowed his eyes slightly, possessed himself and grabbed the third prince's wrist that was trying to make trouble, his eyes suddenly turned prey, and only then did he realize that there were several layers of bandages wrapped around the back of the third prince's hands, and a lot of blood oozes from the bandages. It was the third prince who was scratched by the parrot on the branch of a tree when the parrot fell from mid-air in the morning. The wound was not very deep, and the third prince didn't take it too seriously. , The wind blows, the water washes, like the other injuries he suffered in previous years, he has almost healed.

The alcoholic is probably really drunk, his eyes are already closed, and his breath is gradually getting longer. He has passed the day too exciting, too excited, and too tired, and there is a thrilling journey in between. Under the stimulation, the whole person relaxed, and instinctively pulled the quilt, but one hand was still controlled by the Beastmaster, and he couldn't pull the awake Beastmaster, so he had to let that hand be restrained, and found a comfortable sleeping position, mouth He muttered something, and fell into a deep sleep.

The Beastmaster's eyes flashed sullenly, his gloomy face was terrifyingly gloomy, and his pointed nails protruded from between his fingers full of fluff, breaking the bandage that had been tied up casually, revealing the Ugly scratches with blood stains.

As the crown prince of a country, the third prince's exposed skin is fair, but not as smooth and tender as all the arrogant children raised in the deep palace, probably because his mother and concubine don't know how to take care of it.His mother and concubine are not the daughters of a century-old rich family, but the old king went to spring hunting one year when he was young, and lost his way while chasing a young doe, and somehow came to the edge of a stream, and happened to see the girl who was washing yarn. A beautiful village girl, so spring heart sprouted, and she married her back to the palace.

The third prince's mother and concubine passed away very early, and he became motherless, because there was no one in his uncle's family, let alone any influence in the court, so he gradually fell out of favor. After a long time, if he hadn't been playful, often climbing trees and over walls, The disappearance of bruises and bruises from jumping up and down spread to the ears of the old king from time to time, and the old king almost forgot the existence of such a young son.

Looking at the back of the third prince's injured hand with pity, the Beastmaster's eyes revealed a touch of tenderness. He stuck out his tongue and gently licked the scratch. The sleeping alcoholic seemed to feel a different kind of scraping pain. Frowning slightly, he snorted, and the mouth overflowed with vague words like begging for mercy.

"It won't hurt soon..." the Beastmaster coaxed softly, even though he knew that the sleeping alcoholic couldn't hear it at all.

Of course, the mighty Beastmaster is the king of all beasts, and his saliva also has miraculous healing properties. A small wound like the third prince can be healed by just licking it, let alone the Beastmaster carefully going back and forth. Fine licked over and over again.

When the dark night outside the window gradually mixed with milky white, and then turned into golden sunlight covering the window lattice, the third prince woke up leisurely. He stretched comfortably, yawned, and opened his eyes. He was stunned to find that the things in front of him were not the familiar furnishings in the prince's mansion bedroom, so he got up suddenly, what he saw and heard yesterday flashed in his mind, he rubbed his eyes, he was sure it was not a dream, and what he saw in front of him was not an illusion , Immediately shocked and speechless.

The third prince has always longed for the characters in fairy tales, but he really didn't expect that one day he would be in a fairy tale and become a part of it.

When the warm wind came slowly from the open window, there was an unknown fragrance of flowers in the air, the third prince took a deep breath, quickly climbed out of bed, stood in front of the window and looked out, the deep forest in the distance was covered by a A thick layer of smoke is lingering, and the yard under my eyes is overgrown with weeds. The early birds sang melodiously, passing by in a hurry, and I don’t know if they are looking for food or someone to pass the time.

The third prince has long passed the age of climbing trees to dig out bird eggs, but seeing the luxuriously dressed little girl Caroline walk up to several clusters of delicately colored flowers in the yard, and pick off brightly colored flowers one after another. The flowers weaved into a garland and worn on his head, the smile in his eyes deepened.

"Hi, Caroline!" The third prince greeted loudly and waved to her in a friendly manner.

Probably because the tower was too high, the little girl Caroline at the bottom didn't listen carefully to his voice, but followed the source of the voice and looked up at the third prince on the tower, snorted disdainfully, and held up her long skirt Swing, turned and left.

The little girl of the Caroline family did not respond, the third prince understood that he had offended the beauty, and thought that it would be better to go downstairs to apologize to her now, or to invite her to a dance later and express his apology.

Thinking about it, the third prince did not take this matter to heart. He is now a prince. Although he is a half-brother with the king's brother, the new king has not treated this brother badly. He is not stingy at all with rewards. Someone flatters and serves her. Although the daughter of the Caroline family is beautiful, she is not enough to fascinate him. Rather than pleasing the beauties, he is more willing to go to the magic living room to chase after the furniture and furniture that he refuses to dismantle. utensils.

The third prince thought of all the furniture and utensils, and inevitably, the appearance of the beast king flashed in his mind, so strong, so domineering, maybe others would think his face was ugly and terrifying, but in him It seems that the aura of king revealed on his body can crush his brother king!

I don't know where the Beastmaster is now, what he's doing, if he will... also think about him.

Inexplicably feeling that this idea was a bit strange, the third prince shook his head, his cheeks fainted with a hint of shyness, and his eyes suddenly moved to the luxurious riding suit on the hanger. Looking at the size of the suit, it seemed to be the size that fit his height and posture!The third prince's heart thumped, could it be that this was the costume prepared for him by the Beastmaster, did he invite him to ride a horse together?

Regardless of whether he thought about it or not, the optimist third prince happily changed his clothes and put on his gloves. He felt that something was wrong, and his eyes fell on the back of his hand hesitantly. In his impression, A half-deep wound should have been cut yesterday, why... it seems to have disappeared?

The third prince looked suspiciously at the back of the hand that was intact, and then at the back of the other hand. Could it be that his memory was messed up?Didn't he hurt himself?Otherwise, how could the wound disappear inexplicably overnight?

However, he is already in the Simba Manor, isn't the weirdest thing the environment in front of him is like a fairy tale?The insignificant wound on his body is not a threat at all, right...

With doubts in his arms, the third prince touched the back of his hand which had healed, and put on the gloves slowly.

Going down the spiral staircase to the tower, the third prince was dressed in military uniform and was full of energy. The sound of leather shoes hitting the floor was sonorous and forceful. The pendulum greeted him with a big belly, and said with a smile, "Your Highness, your breakfast is ready!"

"Oh..." The third prince happily put his hands on his shoulders, and said with a smile, "That's great, I'm feeling hungry, but..." He paused, but still couldn't hold back his hands The pendulum under his stomach made it strike three times with a "dang dang dang", and said with sly eyes, "My name is Bambi, you can call me Bambi from now on!"

While the pendulum was protecting the hours, minutes and seconds under his belly, he shook his hands and said anxiously: "No, no, we dare not call His Highness by his name..."

He was bringing out early candles on the dining table, cast a contemptuous look at the good guy, and said, "Why don't you dare, Your Highness, this is the salted tuna tart with rosemary that you praised yesterday, it's just baked, it's delicious !"

Seeing that he couldn't correct their names, the third prince didn't struggle too much. He sniffed his nose, and sure enough, he smelled the scent of tuna and rosemary salt tart. , but mostly drank and didn’t eat much. He was really hungry at the moment. He cut a piece of tart, and then used a knife and fork to take out a small piece and stuffed it into his mouth. But good breeding has been formed, he eats gracefully, and he does not forget to invite those present to have breakfast together.

"We don't need to eat, Your Royal Highness," the desk lamp Lopez answered him, and she said kindly while serving fresh fruit, "The curse mark on our body has not been removed, and we have no need for food."

It is true that furniture and utensils do not need to eat to replenish energy.

The third prince suddenly lost his appetite. Yesterday, while everyone was grateful to him, he obtained a lot of information from everyone. He knew that the legend was slightly different from the reality. The curse of the witch was indeed the same as what he had heard before. The stories I heard are similar, but the method of breaking the curse, the furniture and utensils are silent, and I don’t know if they really don’t know the way to break the curse, or it’s a convention and they don’t want to tell him.

The third prince is not a sympathetic person, nor is he a great hero. He has great ambitions, but seeing people who treat him so well, all of them are deeply under the spell and cannot get out of control, and they feel panicked, especially when they think of him. The Beast King was deeply hurt by it, and he didn't know what to eat. He always wanted to find a good way to dissolve their curse.

"Quack..." The parrot woke up from the beam and yawned big. When he lowered his head, he saw the third prince being entertained by everyone in the living room. He was jealous and depressed, but he was just a human being. What is worth their fawning?

It swooped down, twirled in mid-air, turned around lightly, snatched the tart from the third prince's knife and fork, and swallowed it into its stomach in two or three bites.

"Hey! Stinky parrot!" The third prince subconsciously reached out to protect the food on the plate. If the parrot sat beside him calmly and didn't need it to grab it, the third prince would give it a portion to eat.

However, the parrot does not have the concept of being kind to humans in its consciousness. Although the Beastmaster treats him differently, he is the Beastmaster, not the King of Birds. If His Royal Highness Phoenix came, the parrot would definitely bow down and be respectful, the Beastmaster ...

"Stupid human beings!" The parrot opened its mouth and sneered, cheering up, and when it hit left and right, the third prince's lunch was missing a piece of tart. It flies too fast and its size is too small, he can't do anything about it!

The parrot is the "guest" brought by the devil, and the candle and the pendulum didn't dare to offend the devil's friend, so the pendulum stomped and shouted, "Do you want any breakfast? Stop fighting!" The candle jumped up and down, probably Wanting to be a peacemaker, he said to the third prince while blocking the parrot's mischief, "Your Highness, hurry up and have breakfast, the owner wants to invite you to ride a horse..."

Upon hearing the Beastmaster's arrangement, the third prince was very excited, and he didn't care about the food on the plate. He asked anxiously, "Riding a horse? Really? Today? Now?" He meant to set off immediately.

"Uh..." Candle hesitated for a moment before saying, "You finish your breakfast before..."

Before he finished speaking, the third prince moved the plate away and handed over the delicious tarts to the parrot. His eyes were almost blinding, and he said with a smile: "I'm full now!"

It was Lopez who was more able to coax people. She walked up to her husband slowly, and said to the third prince, "Our owner means that His Highness must eat a whole plate of tuna and rosemary tart."

The third prince looked back at the tarts on the dining table that had been pecked to bits and pieces by the parrot, frowned, helpless.

"That..." A delicate and crisp voice suddenly came in, and Bei Bei, who was wearing a bright wreath on her head, walked over lightly, seeing that everyone's eyes were on her, she felt satisfied, and raised her chin slightly After a while, he said arrogantly, "The horseback riding you mentioned just now, can I also go?"

The candle and the pendulum looked at each other, and their first thought was: It's over, forget about the beauty brought by Xiaoxiu...

"Quack!" The parrot yelled gleefully while eating the tart, as if there was a good show to watch... But, do you want to tell the boss to watch this good show together?The parrot is entangled, hastily watching the boss' senior brother as a good show, will he step on the boss's mine?

The contradictory parrot hadn't made a decision yet, but the third prince immediately agreed, and he said heartily, "Okay! It turns out that the girl from Caroline's family can ride a horse!"

When the third prince was young, he was also immersed in the sensual and corrupt life. He often rode horses and flowers with beauties in search of fragrance. With the beautiful little girl from the Carolin family, the Beast King must be very happy...

Although, such a self may become a bit redundant... The third prince thought reluctantly.