The snow and bitter cold winds of December carried down the east gate of the capital, through the long winding streets of the inner and outer cities, taking away the remaining warmth of summer and autumn.

Ha sighed, the palms rubbed, the girl's nose was flushed, her long green hair was slightly curled, and the thick clothes pressed her petite body. Her eyelashes were long, with a hint of frost, and her eyes under her knitted hat were clear and pure, and the hazy mist reflected the tall buildings of the inner city.

The familiar road crosses the complex roads of the inner city and enters the palace through the side entrance.

The maid in the back kitchen beckoned to her, and the girl carefully took the lunch box, thanked her softly, and returned to the old side hall that belonged to her and her brother.

The boy fell in love with the temperature of the futon, revealing a head, and under the messy black hair, there was a young and handsome face.

The fireplace was filled with firewood, which seemed to be too clogged for oxygen to circulate, and the sparkling sparkle and the scorched smell spread into the room.

The boy subconsciously put his mouth and nose into the futon.

"Brother, really, it's time to get up, why are you always so lazy."

The green-haired girl placed the lunch box on the table, approached his side, squatted down, her thin lips pursed, and she moved a little closer, blowing on his brow.

The boy reluctantly lifted the futon, pulled the green-haired girl onto the bed, and attacked the itch.

The green-haired girl begged for mercy again and again, "Don't, brother, Green Forest is wrong and don't dare anymore, stop it!" ”

In the middle of the noise, the noise gradually subsided, and two teenagers and girls of the same age sat on the bed and looked at each other, their hair messy and their faces crimson.

After eating, Lu Sen packed the lunch box, Wang Ya took the bow and arrow hanging on the wall, and put on a fluffy robe.

Today is the triennial hunt of the Kingdom of Harrak, and all male members of the royal family who are twelve years old must attend.......

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ps: I originally wanted to make up for the character design of Green Sen Harak, but I didn't have a childhood sweetheart, and I haven't seen the related ones, and I can't fantasize about it, so damn it..... Forget it, I really can't write this extra, just set the position of the person to change a little, headache. It's resurrected, just fill the hole, follow up the arrangements, let's see......

It's better to be a bird, Harak is at least growing step by step, I can get a complete character, cause and effect..... Damn, no wonder the protagonist of the starting point wants both parents to die and relatives to die, and he understands in an instant.