[Comprehensive Fairy Tale] Princess he doesn't want to marry

Prince grabbed Dusula's wrist: "Stop!"

Holding the pannier around his waist, he pushed the two cheap daughters out of the closet with difficulty: "Ladies, let me do it myself, don't be a waste of help!"

Really, goosebumps appeared on the waist touched by Dusula in an instant.

"Then mother, please change quickly! Father, he is still downstairs waiting for us to change and go to the castle together!" Dusula was not angry when she was kicked out of the room. She pulled the door and poked her head out from the crack exhort.

Anastasia picked up the sandwiched white bread that Cinderella had just brought for breakfast from the table and ate it: "Mother, don't you want to eat it? Let me help you solve it. Cinderella, an ugly ghost, is really annoying." , knowing that I like to eat this white bread the most, and sent me a small piece in the morning, it's too disgusting!"

"Oh! White bread!" Hearing Anatasha's words, Dusula hurriedly left from the door, snatched the bread from her sister and stuffed it into her mouth, "Give it to me!"

The two sisters quarreled outside the door again, which made Prince's forehead ache.

He was annoyed, and felt his body move again by itself.

He picked up a jewelry box in the closet and threw it at the door of the closet, "Ladies, don't quarrel! You all go back to your room and dress up, don't let me down the expectations of you."

There was a quarrel outside the door, and then the two sisters closed the door obediently and went out.

Although he couldn't hear the voice anymore, Prince could still imagine how dissatisfied they were with each other.

"Oh, what's the matter!" Looking at the messy clothes all over the floor, Prince tidied them up resignedly.

Downstairs, a man was sitting in the living room.

He wore a gorgeous dress that showed his status. The gold thread and gemstone buttons on the clothes showed his wealth. He wore a sterling silver pocket watch around his neck, and the round pocket watch was put into the inner pocket of his clothes.

A head of black hair was treated very softly by hair oil, hanging down her waist like a waterfall, and her black eyes were extremely quiet under the brim of the hat.He sat quietly in the living room, waiting for his wife and children to come downstairs to the dance.

"Father!" Anastasia and Dusula changed their clothes, ran downstairs like birds, and extended their hands enthusiastically, wanting to give the man a big hug.

The man avoided them and asked them to sit aside obediently, maintaining a ladylike demeanor.

"Father, the white bread bought from overseas is very delicious, please bring more next time!" Anastasia smiled, "That cheapskate Cinderella, give me a small piece every time!"

"I like that white bread too, why is the cook at home so useless, just can't make the taste of the white bread you brought home, father!" Dusula complained, waving her fat arms.

The black-haired man didn't answer, he asked, "Where's your mother? It's time to go to the palace."

"Mother is a little weird today!" Anastasia pursed her lips, "She has been nervous about this dance for half a month. After all, the wife of the future king of this country is very likely to be in our house, and she has been tossing about us today. Clothes and makeup. But today, she overslept instead!"

A trace of subtle emotion flashed in the man's eyes, and he rubbed his smooth chin, obviously interested in what Anatasha said.

"Yes, yes, not only did I oversleep, but I also wore an ugly dress. I suspect that my mother is too nervous and some are sick." Dusula was a little worried, "If my mother is sick, no one will accompany us today It's prom.

I know, other aunts will definitely rush forward to let the prince see their daughters, my mother is not here, so what should I do?If the prince can't notice me, then how can I start a love story with the prince? "

"It's not you and the prince, it's me and the prince!" Anastasia did not give in to her sister at all verbally. After she refuted, she lifted her skirt and walked upstairs without waiting for Dusula to reply, "No, I have to go and urge my mother. Even if you are sick, it is only natural for me to persevere!"

As soon as she stepped on the winding stairs in the living room, a beautiful figure appeared in the corridor connected by the stairs.

It was Prince who came.

He tossed around in the closet for a long time before he managed to pick out something he could wear, and now he was holding up the pannier and moving it step by step like a little turtle.

"Mother, hurry up!" Anatasha couldn't understand Prince's speed, she nimbly lifted the hem of her skirt and ran upstairs, dragged Prince and ran downstairs.

"Slow...slow down!" Prince was staggered, barely kept up with Anatasha's pace, and in the blink of an eye, he came in front of his titular husband.

Holding his pannier, he took a few breaths, calmed down, raised his head, and met the dark-haired rich man's eyes.

This stepfather looks familiar, and at first glance, he actually likes it a little bit.

Something seemed to come out of his mind, and he frowned, feeling that he had touched the boundary of memory.

"Master, madam, it's time to go." When Prince touched some thoughts and felt that he was about to remember the lost memory, the butler came over.

"Great, father and mother, let's go! I can't wait, I really want to see my beloved prince!" Dusu pulled Prince's sleeve and completely interrupted his thoughts.

The two sisters twisted their waists and quickly went out and climbed into the carriage under the leadership of the housekeeper, leaving Prince and the man in the living room.

"Hi, I'm Ansair." The black-haired man was polite, he pointed to his arm and hinted, "Dragon."

Prince's eyes lit up. He looked around and confirmed in a low voice, "Are you the same as me?"

Ansair nodded: "There is still one person short."

He pointed to his arm and motioned, "Touch the pattern."

Prince touched his arm, and he felt something overflowing from the palm of his hand into the pattern on his arm, and then a light screen appeared in front of him, and the light screen was exactly the information that appeared in his mind just now, but Compared with the previously known content, this time there is an additional group of team members.

He was a little worried: "This light screen is too obvious, won't it be seen by others?"

Ansair shook his head: "Only you can see it. By the way, what is your name?"

His eyes stared at the blond beauty in front of him, obviously not showing anything, but for no reason gave the illusion of affectionate gaze.

"Prince, my name is Prince. Don't use your honorific title, it's too polite." After thinking for a while, he added, "I'm a man, but now I'm a stepmother."

"Okay Prince, let's go to the palace together, maybe there will be new discoveries." Ansair led Prince outside, "I don't have any thoughts yet, what about you?"

"Cinderella?" Prince asked tentatively, "Do you think it has something to do with Cinderella?"

"Who is Cinderella?" Ansair looked blank, "I don't remember anything."

I don't remember anything...

It seems that the other party's situation is different from his own.Then he can confirm that he has the memory of two lifetimes, and the second memory was deleted after entering here, so he only remembers the memory of the first lifetime, knowing that this is the story of Cinderella.

But Ansair, who had the same experience as himself, can't remember anything, and can only get information through the pattern on his arm.Just don't know what kind of situation the other person is, whether it is the same as him.I don't know if there are other teams in this story besides the three of them.

It seems that you have to be more careful in what you say in the future.

Prince rubbed his forehead, the empty memory of his second life made him a little uncomfortable.

He still has to find the Bright Stone. Maybe the key to getting out lies in this stone. Maybe after finding it, his lost memory can return.

"Masters, it's time for the dance." The butler entered the room again to urge him. The moment his voice fell, Prince felt that his body was out of control again.

He took Ansair's arm automatically, half of his body was close to the man beside him, and he followed the man's steps and walked gracefully to the carriage step by step.

Looking at Ansair from the corner of the eye, he found that he was also peeking at him from the corner of the eye.

There was scrutiny in those eyes, but more doubts.

Did Ansair not trust himself?What is he wondering about?

After the body returned to control, he and Ansair should have a pair of task content.

Under some kind of coercive force, the two walked towards the carriage, and the two large carriages pulled the distinguished masters and galloped towards the palace.

In the backyard where no one was looking, poor Cinderella was weeping over a twig planted in the ground.

"I really want to go to the dance..."

As soon as she finished speaking, a deep and elegant voice suddenly sounded in the backyard.

"Go if you want, crying is annoying."

She raised her head with tears in her eyes, and saw a strange man standing in the backyard.

The handsome man with white hair and white eyes was bathed in the golden holy light with an impatient expression.