The Runaway Princess: The Story of the Moon

Chapter 3 Time Traveling to Become a Princess ([-])

Hongyu tents, flower-carved bed rails, what you see when you open your eyes is an unfamiliar environment, where is this?how can i be here "Ah..." My head hurts, and the torrential rain, dazzling car lights, and noisy brakes flashed in my mind.Car accident!I remembered that Gu Qun and I had a car accident.

"Miss, you're awake! You're finally awake! You scared Mo'er to death." Beside the bed was a fourteen or five-year-old girl with delicate features, but her clothes were a bit too old-fashioned, like The maid in the costume TV series.When did the nurses in the hospital start to wear ancient costumes.Wait... wait a minute, miss, she just called me miss, her clothes, could it be... I have a very bad premonition.However, this should not be possible.

"Miss, why don't you speak? Is your neck still hurting?"

"I'm fine." It's not my voice!My voice is neither so sweet nor so soft.My neck doesn't hurt, it's my head that hurts, okay, alas, the truth is about to come out.where is thisFirst of all, I have to figure out the situation.

"This is Prince Rui's residence." A man's voice came out.

Prince Rui's Mansion! Mygod! Sure enough, I... have time-traveled.This is too exaggerated.Although I usually read a lot of time-travel articles, I also know that they are just articles. How could, how could there really be such a thing as time-traveling?However, everything in front of me told me that I wore it, ahhh!I actually crossed over!Being so preoccupied with the status quo made me ignore the man speaking in the room.

"You go down first."

"But..." the voice of the girl named Mo'er was timid.

"Get down!" The voice was a little colder, with an irresistible majesty.

After Mo'er left, the room was very quiet, and the man didn't speak any more.I was lying on the bed, but I didn't see him. The exquisite landscape painting screen blocked my view, and I could only see a small half of the room.The mahogany tables and chairs, rosewood embossed bed, and those furnishings are well arranged. Even a layman like me can see that these things are of great value.But when I saw the red happy word on the window, my ominous premonition intensified, alas~~~~ My head started to hurt again.Unexpectedly, a tall figure suddenly came to the bed, covering his sight, and a strange face appeared in front of him.It's not that I want to be a nympho, this man is too handsome, he is the hero of Shinjo Mayu manga.This face is completely the real version of Master Heilong, with the same pride, the same coldness, and the same pair of deep and blurred eyes.Suddenly, he smiled, but there was an evil spirit in every frown and smile, exuding a dangerous aura all over his body, and the words that came out of his mouth were not very nice: "You are finally willing to wake up."

Glancing slightly, I looked away from each other, calmed down, and asked, "Who are you?".

The next second, he reached out and pinched my chin, and straightened my face. His squinted pupils seemed to release a powerful intimidating force: "You actually ask who I am? What kind of tricks are you playing?"

"Who are you? I, I don't remember anything." I complained in my heart, the ghost played tricks with you, God knows where I have traveled.You are not Bill Gates, Beckham, I don't know who you are.Alas, what else can I do now except for the rotten excuse of amnesia.Fate, no wonder the first move of every time-traveling heroine is amnesia, this is really the tragedy of being a time-traveling woman.

After the two of us stared at each other for a while, he finally said, "You really don't know who I am?"

"Can you tell me now?"

"Xing Yi."

"You are Xing Yi?"

Is this question difficult to answer? Why is this man silent again?He looked at me like he wanted to give me a brain scan.Scan it, scan it, I'm not lying anyway.

"I'm Xing Xi."

"Then who am I?" Xing Yi and Xing Yan, both of them are surnamed Xing, probably some kind of relative, but it has nothing to do with me, I just want to know who I am right now.

"Evening Moon."

Does this man understand that names are just symbols? Xing Yan and Xi Yeyue told me what is the use of names, but I still don't know who I am.

"You are my concubine, Xing Yan." He let go of the hand holding my forehead, but then dropped such a bombshell and stood up, "Luoxiu, come in and give the concubine a diagnosis."

(End of this chapter)