Diamond·Green Leaf·Forest

"The most beautiful, gentle, noble and generous Queen, Happy Nana's Day!"

One day in May, Lucinda and Thranduy had just returned to the bedroom from the council hall when they saw large bouquets of flowers piled up all over the room. The moment the door was pushed open, there were childish voices and some were thrown up. Red petals.

The king and queen looked at each other in dismay, looking at the little princess, who was supposed to be going to bed early at this time, who was excitedly stepping on their big bed, a little dazed.

"Why isn't Anderma asleep yet?" Lucinda hugged her daughter in a good mood.

"Today is Nana's Day~~ Are you happy to have a good baby Nana like me?" The elf held a flower in her hand that she thought was rare, and handed it to Lucinda devoutly, "This is I picked it especially for Nana, it's as beautiful as your hair."

"Undermar..." Thranduy rubbed her daughter's blond hair with a smile, "You sent the roses, what kind of flowers will Ada send to Nana in the future?"

"It's as if you gave it to me." Lucinda shot him a look, then turned her head to tease her daughter, "Then what will Little Diamond give to our Majesty the King during the Ada Festival?"

Thranduy also looked at the little girl with great interest, but the little girl propped his chin up with his fist, slightly pursed his lips to suppress his smile, thought about it carefully, then raised his head and asked innocently: "What? Is it the Ada festival?"

Lucinda was stunned for a moment, and then burst out laughing. The king took over his daughter with black lines and pinched her face angrily: "Little white-eyed wolf! Go to bed by yourself!"

In fact, when the little guy gave roses to Her Majesty the Queen, he did inadvertently give something to His Majesty the King.But Thranduy and Lucinda, who slept in the room filled with the scent of flowers that night, didn't know it yet.

In the early morning of the next day, Lucinda looked at her husband who had a rare look of confusion and distress, and showed a look of not knowing whether to cry or laugh.

"Ah..."

"..."

"My dear, I will never complain that you didn't send me roses." The queen reached out and patted the blond king's shoulder sympathetically.

"Ah Choo!" The extremely handsome King cursed that little bastard from the bottom of his heart, his eyes were red.

"Who would have thought that you would be allergic to rose pollen..."

"Ah!"