The host of fast time travel is forced to marry every day

Chapter 2 I want to reconcile with the prince every day (2)

Huahua looked at Yuan Yao's blushing face, and thought of the entrustment given by Si Ming Xingjun before he sent it to accompany Yuan Yao, for some reason, she suddenly felt a little guilty.

It quickly changed the subject, "Ahem. The most urgent thing is to find the task object."

Speaking of this, Yuan Yao was a little puzzled.

"Lonely forever. Does it mean no relatives, or no partner?"

Huahua hesitated for a while, "...should be a partner, right? After all, he needs to be with him for the rest of his life."

Yuan Yao frowned slightly.

This is a bit difficult.
In case the partner she found for that fairy died young, wouldn't she have to find another one?
Then when can she leave this little plane?
Huahua seemed to see what she was struggling with, and hurriedly told Si Ming Xingjun's instructions before leaving.

"Xingjun said, Yaoyao, you also need to be in this plane, and leave after the reincarnation of that fairy dies here."

Yuan Yao:?
Huahua continued, "...and you also need to replace the original owner and live a good life."

Yuan Yao:.
She can't calm down now.

Huahua explained with a guilty conscience, "Isn't Mr. Xing afraid of an accident?"

Yuan Yao:.
well.

If she didn't throw away all the old man's wine jars when she went back this time, she would curse herself that she would never sleep in again!
Seeing her angry look, Huahua quickly hid herself and didn't say a word.

In fact, Siming Xingjun still has something to say, which he cannot say to Yuan Yao.

I only hope that Yaoyao will know the truth in the future, and don't throw it into the garbage dump together with it.

Due to being too stimulated the night before, Yuan Yao suffered from insomnia until the early morning.

Before going to bed, she finally decided to smash the jar.

They come, the security.

Since she was destined to stay on this plane for decades, there was no need to be in a hurry.

It's better to enjoy the fun of this mortal life first.

Make plans for future things later.

However, the reality is always contrary to her beautiful imagination.

Early the next morning, she was drinking sweet morning dew in her sleep when an anxious voice rang in her ears.

"Girl. No, Crown Princess. Wake up! His Royal Highness is coming!"

Yuan Yao frowned slightly, turned over, covered her head with the quilt, and muttered, "...I still need to sleep, don't disturb me."

Seeing her unresponsive appearance, Jian Lu became even more anxious.

Just as he was about to continue to wake her up, there was already a sound of footsteps at the door.

The footsteps were not hurried or slow, but every step seemed to be stepping on people's hearts, making people dare not despise them.

Jian Lu was startled, turned around quickly, and saluted slightly tremblingly to the man who was walking slowly.

". This servant has seen His Royal Highness the Crown Prince."

The man stopped and stood not far from the bed, but did not make a sound.

And the person on the bed was still in a deep sleep.

Jian Lu's heart was in her throat, and she explained with a trembling voice, "The Crown Princess slept late last night. Please forgive me, Your Highness the Crown Prince."

The man still didn't speak, but the little eunuch beside him said with a smile that was not a smile, "Our family heard the report from the servants last night. It seems that the princess extinguished the candle before the hour of the day. How can she still sleep until now? Could it be that she forgot?" Do you still want to enter the palace to thank you today?"

When Jian Lu heard the words, her legs became weak from fright, and she quickly knelt down, "It's the servant's fault! The servant did not wake up the princess in time, please punish the prince!"

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Before the man could answer, the person on the bed seemed to be disturbed by the noise, and suddenly groaned.

The voice was soft and soft, like a feather gently brushing over the tip of my heart.

It's also like a kitten's paw, scratching people's hearts.

Then, a fluffy head emerged from the thick quilt.

A pair of misty eyes looked at the man in a daze.

There was still some confusion in his eyes.

(End of this chapter)