Her Royal Highness the princess doesn't sit and chat with people, so what are you going to do, play with your mobile phone, watch the computer, and follow dramas.

That's my life after work, what is a mobile phone, what is a computer, and what is chasing dramas.

How come these slaves have never heard of it, are you listening to a play here? Matcha, listen to the play.

Of course, if you listen to a drama or a book, that's pretty much the same, chasing a drama is like watching a play, and listening to a book is like reading a novel.

It turns out that this is the meaning, Simon, how is it inside, there is nothing wrong, so how can the fragrance come out.

The Nine Princesses burned things, so did you stop it? Congratulations, you can't burn it indiscriminately, it's okay, just burn some food.

Burning and eating, is it difficult, it is burning rats to eat, I think it is, a few people laughed when they said it.

Ximen Ying sighed in his heart and didn't refute them.

I'll spend the cicada summer with you

Get past the hustle and bustle of the city

The song is still wandering

Your pomegranate eyes

Your Royal Highness Princess, what are you singing, singing pop songs, matcha, how come you have never heard of it.

Her Royal Highness the princess sings, it must be Mrs. Yuwan, teach you, alas, it is good to have a foreign mother.

No matter what you do, there is an excuse, yes, yes, yes, that is, my mother taught me, and I didn't sing it after I finished laughing.

It was getting late, the sky had become darker, and the stars were flashing and not particularly noticeable.

The moon was already very bright and bright, and Ying Xiaoxiao suddenly recalled that she had a few dreams a long time ago.

The deserted palace, the rats running around, oh my God, this is it, exactly the same.

When I dreamed at the time, I still thought that this dream, why is it so clear, now it seems.

Could it be an omen that one day, I will come to the Northern Hidden Kingdom.

But these days, why don't I dream of modern times, if I can't go back, I still look forward to it, my hometown is only accompanied by dreams.

Matcha, let's go in and rest, Your Highness Princess, there aren't many stars yet, you didn't like to see them very much last night.

Wait a little longer, you can look at it, Ying Xiaoxiao looked up, and the stars became more and more obvious, the moon.

Ask matcha, matcha, do you know, the legend of the stars and the moon? The slave doesn't know how many I know.

Your Royal Highness, Princess, listen to the slave maid, listen, a long, long time ago, there was only the sun in the sky, and there was no moon.

So what to do, isn't there no way to rest?

Yes, go home as soon as the sun sets, yes, the slave is so stupid, okay, don't ask questions, listen to the story.

In a remote mountain village, there is a father of a little boy who comes out every morning when the sun rises.

And he went out to work, and he was busy for his livelihood, every day, day after year, every day of the father.

They had to work until late to return, and the little boy had to sit on the threshold every day, waiting for his father to come home.

The little boy is very afraid of the dark, and whenever there is a strange sound in the deep forest, the little boy will feel creepy.

But these voices are not what he fears the most, what he fears most is that his father will disappear into the boundless darkness forever.

Never to come back, the little boy always waited and cried, whenever his father came home from labor.

His eyes were red from crying, and he was a tearful man.

"My child, why are you crying like this?"

The little boy hugged his father tightly and remained silent, he was afraid that after telling his father, he would not come back.

The little boy leaned on his father's broad chest and fell asleep peacefully.

Why are there always tears? My father was a little apologetic, but he couldn't help it, so he still went out to work every day.

The little boy was still on the threshold every day, anxiously waiting, and surprised to see his father come home.

But one day misfortune happened, "Didn't the boy's father come back?" Her Royal Highness the Princess".

Yes, it was very late that day, and there was a cold wind, and as usual, the little boy was anxiously waiting.

But after a long time the father did not return, and the little boy fell asleep in a frightened cry.

Perhaps he was so worried about his father that he suddenly woke up, and the little boy could no longer control the fear in his heart.

I cried loudly, because I cried too attentively, too focused, and I didn't realize that my tears were crystal and shining.

"Your Royal Highness Princess, tears are crystal original," "Hehe, will your tears shine brightly"?

"Not really,"

"That's not the end of it."

Tears fell down her cheeks to the ground, splashed again, and gradually gathered on the ground, gathering a small stall.

The small teardrops flickered and flew into the night sky, the big one became the moon, the small one became the stars, and the night suddenly became bright.

In the dark night, the outline of the earth and the mountains appeared, and it turned out that my father had lost his way on the way home.

When the night suddenly became clear, I finally found my way home.

The little boy hugged his father tightly and slept peacefully on his chest.

From then on, the stars and the moon in the dark night will allow all people in the dark to find their way home.

"The story is over, is it good? Matcha, that's nice, Your Highness the Princess, what do you mean? ”

"The moon and the stars are made of tears," "No, I don't know, the moon and the stars are shining in the sky. ”

"There are so many legends, we are just people who listen to stories. The story was made up, perhaps to soothe the hearts of the people. ”

"Her Royal Highness the princess knows a lot, you can tell the slave tomorrow another story."

"It's very simple, Your Royal Highness Princess, I, nothing else, a belly of stories, but a lot of good."

"It's getting late, let's go rest, matcha."

"The story will be told tomorrow".

Matcha and Ying Xiaoxiao, went into the dormitory to rest, wished me a good dream, Ying Xiaoxiao used to go to bed every night before going to bed.

One thing I will do is to wish myself a good dream, because I really don't like to go into a deep sleep at night.

Suddenly, I had a lot of nightmares, so it felt like a wasted night's rest.

It's all wasted on nightmares.