Time goes back to the year 172 of the Xueji Dynasty, which was six years ago.
On the outskirts of Night City in Xiye Kingdom, a song sang: "I haven't fully felt it yet. When the snowflakes bloom, we tremble together and we will better understand what gentleness is..." The ethereal and melodious singing voice spread faintly in the night.
, in March weather, she sat on the roof looking at the stars in the sky, and suddenly sang a song.
"Girl, our prince would like to invite you over." It was the man's clear voice, deep but powerful.
"Who is your prince?" Mo Yiran stood up and looked at him levelly. He was a teenage boy, dressed in night clothes. In the dark night, he couldn't see clearly what he looked like, but he had a
There was a cold breath, so the woman asked directly: "If he wants me to go over, I will go over?" The voice was indifferent and seemed to contain ridicule.
The man in black was stunned, as if he had never thought that the other party would answer like this, so he could only say, "Girl, just go ahead." He didn't even explain the prince in his mouth, but Mo Yiran knew it after listening to his words. It seemed that
It's impossible not to go.
"Give me a reason to go." She stood under the starlight, a faint brilliance shrouded her body, and she had a touch of immortality.
"There is no reason. Your Majesty never needs a reason to do things." The man said decisively: "Please don't embarrass me, girl."
"Embarrassed?" The woman sneered and said: "Your prince never needs a reason to do things, but I still need to find a reasonable reason to do things. Young master, please think about it for me. In the middle of the night, do you want me to do something?"
I go to see your prince, how can I know that your prince will not do anything to me?" She is not a woman of this era, so she will not listen to others and be manipulated.
"Then I'll only offend you." After the man finished speaking, he raised his hand to attack Mo Yiran. When Mo Yiran saw this, he didn't want to fight with him, so he had to duck away and said: "Stop! I'll just go with you."
Going doesn't mean she's compromising, but she knows that in this time, space and country, even if you don't go now, you will be taken away unknowingly the next moment. Since it's all about going, why doesn't she face it calmly as soon as possible?
right!
Taking out the silk scarf in her arms, she covered her face with it. Three years ago, when she came to this world on a flying foot, her father once said that if she had to meet someone from the royal family in the future, she must put it on her face.
She hid her face, but she didn't know why, but she still complied. Not long after walking, a quiet and elegant courtyard appeared in front of her. It was so cold here, how could a prince live here? Mo Yiran frowned and thought, but heard the house
There was a voice inside: "What's the name of that song?" The voice was a little childish, this... the prince might not be underage yet.
""Red Bean"." The man who was standing in front of the door and brought her over has disappeared. It seems that the prince asked her to come because he accidentally listened to this song. "Since the prince only wants to know the name of the song, then
The little lady has finished talking, can you go?" She knew that he had no intention of letting her in, and she had no intention of going in. After saying that, she turned around and left.
In this era, she knows about dignity and inferiority, but calling herself a little girl is not because she looks down on herself, but because she doesn't want to cause trouble when facing powerful people.
"Did I let you go?" the boy in the room roared, seemingly angry.
"Is there anything else, Your Majesty?" the woman paused and asked calmly. At this moment, she felt the wind passing by her ears. When she raised her eyes again, the boy was already standing in front of her. The speed... was astonishingly fast.
I didn't expect that a little boy could be so good at martial arts.
"Who are you?" A sense of familiarity came to his mind, and his gaze at her changed from cold to soft, but when he touched her light gaze, it turned into inquiry.
The boy looked eleven years old, and his clear outline could still be seen in the dim candlelight. Mo Yiran sighed to herself, after living two lives, she discovered today that a boy who has not grown up can actually use
The word "beautiful" can be used to describe it, but... these two words are probably not enough to describe even half of his appearance.
The boy is dressed in white, standing with his hands behind his back, his posture is noble and cannot be bullied.
"Mo Yiran." The name is just a title, it's no big deal if you say it.
"Mo Yi... Mo Yiran." The boy murmured, and his probing eyes suddenly dimmed when he heard her name. In fact, he should have thought that their eyes were so different, and he actually expected to see this
You can meet the familiar her in a strange place.
Just when Mo Yiran was about to say that she wanted to go back, she saw a cold light coming from the corner of her eye. She subconsciously stretched out her hand to block it, and the sword cut deeply into her arm. She let out a soft cry, and she actually forgot that she was
Coming from the 21st century, she doesn't know anything about martial arts...
When the pain hit, the boy had already jumped in front of her, protected her behind him, and fought with the men in black. There were not many people, but there were not many, about a dozen or so.
Maybe she heard the sound of fighting, and the man in black who had just brought her here quickly came out, followed closely by a group of people in white. It seemed that these people in white were arranged here by this little prince.
But relatively speaking, the opponent has more manpower, not to mention coming prepared, so... the boy is at a disadvantage!
"Cover the prince and leave!" Someone shouted, and someone immediately protected the boy, but the boy protected Mo Yiran tightly behind him.
"You don't have to leave, just a few of them can't kill me!" The boy drew out the soft sword from his waist, and a beam of cold light was dazzling in the dark night. The boy said with a cold voice: "This is not the first time you have come here.
, I didn’t expect that your master wouldn’t give up!” As soon as he finished speaking, the sword was already rising and falling. Wherever his sword energy reached, it cut off the sword in the hand of the man in black.
Mo Yiran was surprised. He didn't expect that a little boy could be so good at martial arts. He could deal with so many people without any effort. But he was at a disadvantage just now because he didn't draw his sword! What should such a cold and determined boy be like?
Terrible!
The knife in his hand was cut off, and the men in black all had panic expressions on their faces, and they stepped back unconsciously.
The people on the boy's side attacked again, cold light suddenly appeared, and blood spattered. The group of men in black collapsed to the ground. In the dim candlelight, their unclosed eyes could still be seen, shining with disbelief.
However, behind the fallen people, there was still a man in black standing. He was cowering, not knowing whether to flee or attack.
At this time, when the person on the boy's side raised his sword to kill him, the boy waved his hand to stop him and said: "Let him leave!" After that, he looked at the man in black and said coldly: "But... remember to tell your master
, If you don’t find a better killer next time, don’t do it again.” He said it calmly, as if his life was as worthless as an ant in his hands.