After waking up, you are mine

In a country, there is a prince who is obsessed with story books.

The prince firmly believes that his partner is destined by the sky, just as he believes that one day he will travel outside and save a princess from evil hands and come back as his partner.

Although he has never stepped out of a magnificent palace since he was a child.

Faced with his son's attitude of not being destined to marry, the witty old king had already made preparations early when his son showed his unwillingness to have a partner when he was young.

Now it is only necessary for the prince to go out once according to his route, and then "rescue" his "destined" woman, and then he can prepare for the wedding.

Facing his own son who said goodbye solemnly, the old king smiled and stroked his beard, perfectly interpreting the meaning of the sentence that Jiang is still old and hot.

On the surface, the prince went to pursue his own happiness, but according to the old king's plan, the prince finally married the bride that the old king had prepared for him.

……

The prince said in his heart that he was extremely happy to have such a reasonable father.

According to the gossip information given to him by the maid, in the territory of the Black Forest not far from the city, there is a witch's territory. The witch imprisoned a beautiful princess on a high tower. The prince decided to save his fate. people come back.

Ah, the helpless girl on the tower, when he was rescued, he must calm her fear and panic, and then ask her for the future, she will feel very honored.

The prince was walking in the forest with a team of guards. As he was approaching the witch's territory, he didn't feel any fear in his heart. On the contrary, he was more excited.

He was finally going to find his princess, and the prince was so excited for the first time in his life.

And Nan Huanhuan's side.

It took the godmother an hour to braid her hair today, but she didn't put it on her head, so Nan Huanhuan knew what would happen today.

However, feeling the familiar tenderness, Nan Huanhuan still compromised without any objection, and let the person behind him gently play with his hair.

I don't know if I can run after leaving the tower, Nan Huan fantasizes.

Only in this matter, she didn't want to compromise.

She couldn't stand being married to a man.

After braiding her hair, her godmother gave her a flute.

Nan Huanhuan: "..."

She knew that the melody was the medium that guided the prince into the range of the tower.

However, Nan Huanhuan, who doesn't know how to play the flute, sighed, put down the flute, cleared his throat, recalled the song he could sing in his mind, and opened his lips slightly.

She believed she was singing something only she could understand, at least here.

Because she sang her favorite song "Meng Jiangnu", a Japanese song that was made into an MV with He Zhen at a certain station.

"Ah...that's really good"

"Finally seeing you..."

Before the end of the last sentence, Nan Huan felt that He Zhen seemed to be beside her, leaning down behind her as usual, explaining her mistakes in homework.

However, there was only a witch godmother who looked exactly like her but patted her shoulder with a cold face and motioned her to look down.

At some point, the gorgeously dressed prince appeared under the tower with a group of guards. Nan Huanhuan saw fanaticism and...possessiveness in his eyes.

Nan Huanhuan couldn't help but frowned, and took a step back.

"It's too late to regret staying now." A voice without warmth sounded from behind her.

Nan Huan was stunned for a moment, but still let the braid of long hair hang down from the window.

She might be able to escape if she leaves the tower, but if she stays in the tower, she is really hopeless.

The dangling braid grew in the wind, and finally fell in front of the prince.

Seeing this, the prince grabbed the braid excitedly and wanted to climb up.

Nan Huanhuan only felt that her scalp was numb, and the pain quickly flooded her nerves. Only by biting her lips desperately could she not shed tears from the pain.

When I truly experienced fairy tales, all the questions that had arisen in my heart when I was a child were solved.

When I read fairy tales when I was a child, because my parents were not around, Nan Huan was full of questions and could only swallow it by herself.

If her parents were around, she would definitely blurt out and ask them.

"Why did the godmother imprison Rapunzel in a tower and raise her as a princess?"

"The prince climbs up with Rapunzel's hair. Doesn't Rapunzel's scalp hurt?"

It was the first time Nan Huanhuan felt this kind of pain.

Because when the godmother delivered the food, she basically flew up directly with the broom specially designed for witches.

Nan Huan wants to complain about this, yes, Rapunzel’s godmother is a powerful witch no matter what, as for must use Rapunzel’s hair for rock climbing?

When the prince crawled in from the window, Nan Huanhuan was already exhausted, she sat on the chair beside her, ignoring the prince chattering endlessly about love.

It is difficult for Nan Huan to maintain a person's weight with his hair, but since it is a fairy tale, there will always be something that can disturb Newton's coffin.

Nan Huanhuan didn't say anything about this, she just subconsciously avoided the prince's touch to her.

An expression of impatience gradually appeared on the prince's face. He caught a glimpse of the witch silently watching the farce, and suddenly got angry and pushed her out of the window.

"As long as you kill this witch, you, the beautiful princess, will return to my country with me to have a wedding."

Although he knew that the godmother was not He Zhen, and even though he knew that witches could fly, Nan Huanhuan couldn't help but exclaimed at that moment, rushed to the window, and looked at the godmother who fell under the tower in amazement.

Seeing that Nan Huanhuan seemed to want to jump from the window, the prince grabbed her by the braid, and he couldn't hide the impatient look in his eyes, "She's just an evil witch."

Nan Huan was stunned, subconsciously shook his head.

Although freedom was restricted, the godmother didn't mean to embarrass her at all, and the food and expenses were as luxurious as a princess.

"She's not!" Nan Huanhuan grabbed the scissors on the dressing table, looked at the noble prince with hesitation, and said in the coldest tone in his life: "Even if I jump from here, I won't marry you." .”

Said Nan Huanhuan raised the scissors, cut off his long blond hair neatly, took a step back, and jumped out of the window that he never dared to look at.

The moment she jumped out, Nan Huanhuan closed her eyes subconsciously, saying that she was not afraid would be a lie, when the feeling of falling appeared, her heart still skipped a few beats in an instant.

Tears were also unbearable to be imprisoned.

Nan Huanhuan, who originally thought that she would fall directly into mud, only felt that the feeling of falling stopped, and at the same time she felt that she was in a warm embrace.

She opened her eyes with trembling long eyelashes, and regardless of the still wet tears hanging on the eyelashes, Nan Huanhuan's gaze was fixed on the godmother's beautiful angular chin.

"Teacher...mother..."

"Didn't I say that if you don't like it, you can go back on it?" Seeing the helplessness in the godmother's eyes, Nan Huan was stunned.

"If you don't like it, I'll take you out of here. It doesn't matter if you want the king's gem or not." Before Nan Huanhuan could answer, the godmother said again.

Nan Huanhuan blinked his eyes, feeling inexplicably embarrassed.

She thought that what the godmother said about staying if she didn't like it was to stay on the tower forever.

The prince's displeased words seemed to fade away gradually, Nan Huanhuan felt the godmother flying away from the tower in her arms, everything seemed to gradually become unreal.

"Even if it's just the same appearance... I shouldn't have left you..."

Nan Huanhuan, who fell into a drowsy sleep, only heard this slightly vague sentence at last.

Probably because her mind is not very clear, Nan Huanhuan didn't understand what she was saying.

The silent morning was cut across by a piercing alarm, like cutting glass, which made Nan Huanhuan bounce off the bed.

The alarm clock my sister bought for her still works just as well...

With messy hair, Nan Huanhuan crawled to wash up without tears, thinking that he seemed to dream about his senior at night, and it seemed that he was not a senior, but since it didn't look like a nightmare, it must have been a pretty good dream.

Anyway, it didn't affect her spirit, Nan Huanhuan spit out a mouthful of mouthwash, grabbed the towel beside him and washed his face quickly, then went out the door.

I don't know if she will like the birthday gift I gave my senior yesterday. Did my senior read what she wrote?What should I do? I'm so panicked!What should I do if I try too much on the verge of death?urgent!Waiting for QAQ online...

Say she forgot something.

Hmm...can't remember.

……

"My lord prince! We will always be with you under the tower!"

Prince: "... Get out." How can he get down from such a high tower!

The prince tilted his head and found that a piece of paper had been pasted on the wall by the window at some point.

{All the heroes who save the beauty in the storybook can jump directly from the tower, come on, little prince—your father’s temporary worker: the witch stays}

Prince: "..." Is this a hole his father dug for him?

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