✨ Elf, into my arms 11 ✨

In the palace lit with palace lanterns, Della looked at the memorials stacked on the table, and suddenly reached out and brushed them all to the ground.

The sound aroused the maid guarding outside the palace, "Queen, is something wrong?"

Della said solemnly, "Nothing."

She rolled up her sleeves. Although she was almost thirty years old, she was well maintained and her skin was fair and elastic.

But now there are countless black hairs growing on this skin, almost drowning her sight.

She took out the magic comb and slashed **** the skin, the hair fell off, and her skin became red and swollen.

"Damn, why do I have to suffer like this!" The hand holding the magic comb clapped **** the table.

She twitched her lower lip, gathering up the shaved hair and burning it.

The smell of burnt stench permeated the bedroom, she held the magic comb and said, "Magic comb, magic comb, who is the most beautiful person in this world?"

Magic Comb: …

She persevered: "Is it Nalin or me?"

Magic Comb: She.

The magic comb was thrown out, smashed against the post, and dropped a tooth.

"So everyone sees only her, right?"

"Kings, elders, subjects, and princes of all countries."

Della stood up and walked over quickly to pick up the magic comb, "What else does she have except that pretty face."

The resentful woman turned around and walked out through the small door behind the palace.

The new prince was waiting outside Aya Qingxuan's bedroom with the supper he prepared.

"Guard, your name is Will, right, guard Will, can you help me deliver this to the princess?"

Will stood guard outside the bedroom with a straight face, turning a deaf ear to the new prince's words.

The new prince did not give up: "My craft is still very good, and I see that the lights in the princess's room are still on, it is very likely that I am hungry."

He strongly recommended what he did, but was still kicked out.

"The arrogant and indifferent princess is also so beautiful." The new prince sighed.

He turned around and walked to the promenade, and saw the people standing in the garden, his footsteps paused slightly.

The slender figure had her back to him, her long hair hanging down at her waist, the man was only wearing light clothes, and the night wind blew through, and she could see her skin was dyed with a thin, cold red.

"This lady..."

Out of curiosity, the new prince walked over. When he was about to approach the man, he smelled the fragrance emanating from the woman's body, and he was a little surprised.

The woman turned around, and the new prince was stunned. This man was so good-looking, and he had a more **** and mature charm than the princess. He had never seen him in the palace.

The woman looked at the thing in his hand and chuckled, "What is this?"

The new prince stammered nervously: "This, this is what I made with my own hands, do you want to try it?"

The new prince was taken to an empty room by a woman, and after tasting what he made, the woman praised his craftsmanship.

Men always like people who will compliment them.

The new prince smiled more and wanted to understand the woman in front of him.

"I heard that you came here specially for Princess Nalin?"

The man shook his head, "Just here to promote the relationship between the two countries, not for someone."

"Really?" The woman spoke softly in the most seductive posture.

The man's eyes were straight, the princess's appearance flashed in his mind, and there was a moment of hesitation.

"I, like you very much." The woman's fingertips pressed against his lips, feeling numb.

The feeling of being on top of the spirits made the man grab her hand, "Really? Me, I too..."

The woman fell into his arms, provoked his chin, and bursts of aroma hit, the man finally tore off his devoted face and threw himself into his delicate embrace.

...

As for the new prince not bothering himself again, Aya Qingxuan said that he was much cleaner.

Early in the morning she and Will went to the old man's place.

After offering incense to worship, the elder served her tea.

"Princess Nalin, how are you getting along with the elves?"

"Not bad." He held a small hand and hugged.

The elder said with relief: "It is the luck of our country that the princess can persist for so long."

He explained a lot of words before opening the locked drawer under the table.

An inkstone was taken out, and Ling Qingxuan instantly felt a familiar atmosphere.

The source of spirits.

"The princess is not too young, so you can't let the descendants of the king handle government affairs all the time. This is the inkstone reserved for the king by the elders of all dynasties. It is now handed over to the princess. I hope the princess can use it to handle the government affairs of the country well."

The inkstone was handed over, and Ling Qingxuan took the opportunity to catch it, "Okay."

When I really held it in my hand, the breath seemed to feel close, and I was no longer impetuous.

[This inkstone looks quite valuable, but it's a pity. 】zz exclaimed.

I feel that the host has become a destroyer of the inheritance of the generations.

"I heard that there was a problem with the holy water, and the holy son blamed himself for this. If the princess is free, go to the Hall of Light to see him."

Ling Qingxuan is not a good medicine, so she might as well go to the doctor.

After the little girl left, she went directly to the back garden.

A figure suddenly appeared in the bushes passing by. Will pulled out his sword and stood in front of Ling Qingxuan. He fixed his eyes and saw that it was the new prince.

Will's nose wrinkled slightly.

Although he does not have the keen sense of smell of the dragon race, he is also stronger than the human race.

The prince was contaminated with other smells, which made him unhappy.

"Ah, it's Princess Nalin." The new prince tidied up the slightly messy neckline, "Good morning, Princess Princess."

His attitude was not as earnest as before, and his eyes wandered around, not daring to look directly at Ling Qingxuan.

"Is something wrong?" Ling Qingxuan said coldly.

The man laughed twice, "It's alright, I just came out for morning exercise, morning exercise."

"Then you continue." Ling Qingxuan bypassed the two, and Will took his sword and followed.

The new prince breathed a sigh of relief, but stared at Ling Qingxuan's back for a while.

"The princess is beautiful, but she doesn't get close to me."

He remembered the good taste of last night and lingered, "I really want to see her again, why did she disappear so early in the morning."

The new prince muttered to leave.

Della has been watching their behavior in the shadow of the trees. After everyone left, she snorted coldly: "Look, there is no one missing someone who is obsessed with you."

...

When Ling Qingxuan was about to enter the green wall, Will endured all the way and suddenly said, "Princess."

"Um?"

Will's eyes were complicated, "Prince he..."

He gritted his teeth and continued: "Prince, he betrayed you, do you want to..."

"Oh, I don't care." Ling Qingxuan said indifferently.

What she doesn't care about, why should she care, why should she occupy her precious time.

"What does the princess care about?" After Will asked, he half-kneeled and said, "It's the minister who has overstepped."

The little girl pointed to the green wall and said generously, "I only care about him."

Will's heart froze, and the wind blew away the lost emotion.

Ling Qingxuan turned around and entered the green wall, Will slowly got up, and the handsome and tall man murmured, "Is it... an elves?"

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✨ Elf, into my arms 12 ✨

Aya Qingxuan came early, Ximi had not yet had a seizure, and the beautiful elf sat on the elf branch, looking outside for some time.

When Ling Qingxuan saw his expression returning to indifferent, he pinched his own face.

Ah, I really want to pinch the little guy's face, it must be soft and elastic.

She looked at the ruined flower field, and raised her hand to Ximi, "Look at this!"

The black inkstone is extremely conspicuous in the small white hands.

Ximi's illusory vision was certain, her transparent wings fluttered, and she fell in front of the little girl with a sweet wind.

"The source of elves." Ling Qingxuan easily broke the hard inkstone in front of him.

The inkstone that has been turned into two halves is not in the way. In the future, half of it can be placed in the study and half in the bedroom.

The inkstone shattered, and bright white spots of light flew out. They first circled around Ximi intimately, and then disappeared into the elf tree.

After being instilled twice by the source of the elves, the dry and dead spirit tree is alive with fresh vitality from its roots.

It no longer smelled gray, and the trunk and branches were dyed green, a symbol of life.

Other than that, no more changes.

But this has given Himi, who has been waiting for hundreds of years, the greatest consolation.

The elf's sincere eyes were full of elf trees that were restored to life. He stood there and held his breath for a while before breathing again.

The continuation of the elves is expected.

Ximi didn't have time to show more excitement, his heart suddenly throbbed, and his legs knelt down.

A hand held him through the vine.

"Want it?"

The little girl's words shocked Ximi, he turned his head to look, grabbed her hand instead, and accepted it silently.

Ling Qingxuan said awkwardly, "Come here."

The elf gritted his teeth and let go of her hand, waved his wings quickly, and returned to the elf branch.

The distance between the two was instantly separated.

Aya Qingxuan: ? ? ?

But he didn't come, and he ran away to do something.

Ling Qingxuan thought about finding a rope and threw it over to tie the person.

[Cough, host, do you want to hear the current favorability of the villain? 】

Do not listen.

Definitely a negative number.

Still not tied.

The elf sat listlessly on the elf tree, watching the little girl clean up the flower field.

His icy cheeks were against the green-stained tree trunk, and his empty eyes suddenly had a direction.

...

It still takes time and energy to clean up such a large flower field. Aya Qingxuan wanted to use magic to make it happen in one step, but the little guy just watched.

If he knew that she knew a lot, he would definitely think more.

The little girl walked up and down this fiasco with her hood on.

After a while, she closed the bag.

Might as well get the little guy dizzy so she can get it done faster.

[Host, the villain is watching, and the elves can perceive the emotions of others, if you want to be lazy, he will know. 】zz reminder.

This seat is just thinking of a more efficient method, not being lazy.

How can you slander this seat so much.

【…】

For cleaning up, Aya Qingxuan chose to read.

The sun stopped at the most dazzling noon, and the sun shone on the little girl's shiny skin, causing a slight blush and fine sweat.

But the flower field is still only half cleaned up.

The elf's slender eyelashes fluttered in the sun, casting a shadow.

In the place where the little girl could not see, he quietly controlled the vines to clean up.

He is not helping the human race, but to make his living environment more comfortable, after all, it looks too bad.

A few of the small vines that were distributed sneaked up to the little girl, as if she had something worthy of attraction.

Just when the little vine was about to touch the little girl's ankle, Ximi hurriedly took it back to her education.

"Don't get close to that human race."

The emerald green vines hang in the air, as if with grievances.

"Concentrate on cleaning up." He instructed, and put the vines in the past again.

The sun was slanting to the west, Ling Qingxuan rested on the soft slump, the vines cleared up faster, and the flower field turned into barren black soil again, with only sporadic tender grass stubbornly supporting it.

The sound of the beating of the heart was amplified, and that longing feeling came again.

Ximi held her heart and said in a slightly serious tone, "Don't..."

Stop being so out of control.

The scattered little vines happily wrapped around the little girl when the owner was not paying attention.

Ling Qingxuan opened her eyes and looked at the vine, the little vine froze for a moment, and quickly and intimately touched Ling Qingxuan's cheek, like a coquettish child.

Aya Qingxuan's sharp breath stopped for a moment.

The little vine entangled her and pulled it to the front of the birdcage.

The elf's figure fell vertically from the branch, and the small vines woven into a net wrapped around him and sent it to Aya Qingxuan.

The elf was immersed in torment, his hand was held, his body was fluttering, and he was pulled to the side of the bird cage, and the little girl embraced him in a cold embrace.

The delicate skin was punctured by the sturdy thorns of the vine for centuries, and the sweet smell of blood filled the air, making the elf suddenly sober.

"you……"

He saw the scars on the little girl's body, which were injuries to better hug him.

Being so close, he never felt malice in her.

"You don't need to endure." Ling Qingxuan emphasized again, "Just treat this as an ordinary thing, and you don't need to be mentally burdened."

Born with the negative emotions of the whole family, once he has his true feelings, there will be a kind of guilt, which has been tormenting him.

The fragile eyes like colored glass flickered with brilliance, and the elf was embraced by her and spoke softly.

"My name, Shimi."

In return for her telling her name.

In just one breath, the little girl called out his name, "Himi."

For a hundred years, those who have seen him have called him elf, and now, he has the first person to call him by his name.

Gently shallow tone, as if inadvertently, will be taken away by the wind.

Shimi closed her eyes and gave up her resistance.

This hug lasted for half an hour, and the wounds caused by the thorns of the vines were many but not large. The little girl's face was only slightly pale, not weak.

Ximi did not push her away ruthlessly as before, but left her embrace gently.

The elf imprisoned in the birdcage was silent for a while, with crystal tears hanging on his eyelashes.

He took off the teardrop, and flicked his fingers on the little girl's body.

The wound healed instantly, Ling Qingxuan touched the vine and asked, "Can't these thorns be taken back?"

"can not."

"Himi."

Shimi: "..."

Ling Qingxuan said seriously: "It's probably about this time. I'll wear thicker clothes tomorrow."

Otherwise he will cry again.

Butterfly-like eyelashes trembled slightly, Ximi turned and returned to the elf tree, without saying a word to her.

[Host, give a proper compliment and increase the interaction with the villain~]

The little girl turned around and said intentionally or unintentionally, "Who cleans up this flower field? It's really ingenious."

Shimi: …

The little vines wiggled vigorously.

Ximi's eyes warn, sweet-talking humans, stay away!

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✨ Elf, into my arms 13 ✨

Ling Qingxuan brought the seeds again. Because the vines spread, this time not only sprinkled them outside, but also sprinkled more precious seeds inside the bird cage.

There seems to be a tacit understanding between the two. At a fixed time, the elf will come to the birdcage, and the little girl will take the initiative to hold his hand, hug him gently, and call his name.

Even indulging in this tenderness, the elf always warns himself not to lose himself.

Under such a regular 'treatment', Ximi would not have the same palpitations as before, and he would occasionally respond to Aya Qingxuan with a sentence or two.

The flowers in the birdcage are provoked by double forces, and the elves lie in the sea of ​​flowers, so beautiful that one cannot bear to be disturbed.

"Ximi, I brought you a new book." Thinking that the little guy has been trapped here and doesn't know much about the outside world, Aya Qingxuan brought a book with a plot, or the kind that is divided into many volumes.

It is also the first time that the elves have seen those processed real stories from books.

When he sees sadness, his wings are also sullen. When there is a funny plot, the corners of his thin lips will be raised in a lovely arc.

Ling Qingxuan read books with him not far away, not letting go of his emotions.

The little vine sent out the book that the master had read, Ximi lowered her eyes slightly, and wanted to say something, but finally closed her mouth.

As expected of a cunning human race, they can make up stories like this.

The person he wanted to target wasn't Ling Qingxuan, so I didn't say this to him.

"Do you want me to bring the next volume?" Ling Qingxuan asked.

Ximi thought about the end of the abuse in the book, and wondered: "All the protagonists are dead, why is there a second volume?"

The little girl seemed to be thinking of something in her indifferent eyes, and her voice was as cool as water, "Maybe there is a turning point, or maybe it's the next life."

Ximi shook her head seriously, "Even if the human race has a next life, they will not retain their memories unless..."

Unless it is an elf with a strong will, it is possible to reincarnate from the elf tree with the memory of the previous life.

"Unless what?"

Ximi shook his head, "Don't book."

He stretched out his hand towards Ling Qingxuan, and the little girl gave him the hand naturally.

Ximi himself found out that he did not resist, but the time he needed to contact would be shortened.

If this goes on, he will cure this problem.

At that time, you don't have to... touch her uncontrollably.

...

When Ling Qingxuan saw the new prince again, he would no longer salute Ling Qingxuan at all.

He would only search and talk in the back garden, looking for a beautiful and mysterious woman, and his behavior was a little crazy. When the maids couldn't stand to ask what the woman looked like, he couldn't answer.

"Look at the back, show me the back and I'll remember it."

Due to a problem with his mental state, the elder proposed to send him back.

But on the day he left, the new prince didn't know what he saw and cried and didn't want to leave, so he wanted to stay in the palace.

"Prince, I'm afraid he has met the demons?" The elder touched his white beard and frowned.

Aya Qingxuan, who was called to the meeting, didn't expect the theme to revolve around the new prince, and turned around and wanted to leave.

"I heard that the Demon Clan has already captured the Giant Clan, and the next step is to attack the Wing Bird Clan."