Time travel has no future, the peasant girl just wants to farm and get rich

"The Prince's Mansion in Lane 6, Tianxin Street?" Su Youjun muttered to himself as he watched the young girl leave.

Continue to listen to the gossip, know yourself and the enemy and you will be victorious in any battle, and learn more about the other party, which will only benefit you and not harm you.

But Su Youjun listened for a long time while eating, and finally got the news.

The prince's mansion does have the flowers he wants. The prince's appearance and martial arts are the topics that everyone is most interested in. The prince is the one that all the women in the country want to marry. In recent years, the prince has not been out of the palace. He always raises his favorite flowers and plants at home. .

After summarizing all the information, there was no more information to listen to. Su Youjun saw that it was getting late outside, paid the bill and left Juewei Restaurant.

She was going back to make preparations, and in an hour she would go to the Prince's Mansion in Lane 6, Tianxin Street, to steal flowers and take a peek at the Prince.

Thinking of this, her heart was so excited that her blood boiled. Although she didn't know why she had such an idea, she was really looking forward to it.

Prince's Mansion.

In a majestic and magnificent palace, the prince's residence looks particularly luxurious, exquisite and ingenious, with carved silk hanging on the walls and soft carpets on the floor.

In the center of the room, there was a huge bed with a snow-white silk bedding. Not far from the bed, there was a whole wall of silver masks. There were more than a dozen black and terrifying masks inside the silver masks.

The masks are all made of silver base, some are half-faced, some are full-faced, and there are all kinds of styles. There are various silver bases inlaid with various colorful gems, and there are also silver bases engraved with various exquisite and beautiful patterns, and various mysterious runes. .

The night falls, and the moonlight shines on the bed through the window, like a veil, casting a mysterious and beautiful halo over the entire room.

The prince lay lazily on the bed, his figure elegant and upright, like a jade sculpture.

His stunning face revealed an innate nobility and indifference, which was an irresistible attraction.

His long hair was scattered on the white pillow, waving slightly like splashes of ink in the dark night.

His eyes shone charmingly in the moonlight, like two bright stars. Those eyes revealed a kind of endless wisdom and ruthless depth, as if they could see everything in the world.

His slender white jade-like fingers gently touched the silver mask inlaid with purple gems. The mask was engraved with exquisite and mysterious patterns, full of a mysterious atmosphere.

It is his symbol, a cover that hides his true appearance, and a cover that hides his true identity. Whenever he puts on the mask, he is not only a noble prince, but also transforms from a prince into a mysterious figure. And elusive existence.

The night wind gently blew the curtains, making a soft rustling sound. The silk quilt on the bed undulated gently with the wind, like a dancing wave.

The prince closed his eyes slightly, and his mind seemed to be drifting with the wind, floating in the deep universe.

His thoughts wandered in dreams, recalling his growth process. Since childhood, he has been extremely talented, knowledgeable, and powerful in martial arts. His literary skills and military skills are a treasure among the royal family.

However, his unique beauty also brought him endless troubles and troubles. His unparalleled appearance became a burden on him, and he often felt that he was being stared at with disgusting eyes, especially those from secular women.

From then on, the silver mask became his escape from the world. When he put on the mask, he seemed to be transformed into a free soul. The mask gave him the power of self-protection. He could hide his true emotions and maintain an independent and indifferent appearance. .

No longer bound by people's judgments about his stunning looks, he was free to pursue his dreams and desires.

There was a gorgeous big bed, covered with soft brocade quilts. The prince fell asleep unconsciously, frowning and murmuring in a low voice.

He seemed to be troubled by a dream and kept struggling in it.

In his dream, he saw a young man with an agile and refined figure, whose true appearance was blurred, dancing a sword in a dreamlike valley.

The majestic sword energy was swung from the young man's hand. In an instant, the surrounding towering mountains shattered and shattered, turning into countless gunpowder smoke. Only a white figure was left in the gunpowder smoke. The surrounding valleys were filled with flowers. , his white robes were flying in the wind.

Seeing such a scene, the prince's blood boiled with excitement. It was a desire for strength and sympathy for the strong.

The prince felt that he was extremely familiar with this young man and longed to be close to him. And for some reason, the other person actually gave him an unconscious impulse. It was a feeling that his heart was beating fast and he was about to burst out of his body.

This feeling made him so strange. Although he had never been in love, he had heard it from his father, queen, mother, and friends and subordinates around him, but it was all about women.

But he actually had such feelings for a young man in his dream. Not only did this feeling not disgust him, but he actually wanted more without knowing it.

But every time he was about to catch him in the dream, the dream would suddenly dissipate and he would wake up from it.

The prince opened his purple eyes, filled with confusion and doubt.

This dream started in February this year, and it is now mid-May. He has had this dream fifty or sixty times.

He didn't know this young man who appeared in the dream at all, but he felt an inexplicable sense of familiarity with him, and at the same time he longed to get closer to him.

Every time the prince woke up and thought about what happened during this period, he thought he was sick. Why did he think like this? Being so close to a boy that you even have the impulsive idea of ​​wanting to find him and possess him?

The master bedroom of the Prince's Mansion is decorated with carved screens and ornate tapestries. Light poured into the room through the curtains, reflecting the prince's beautiful face that became increasingly confused and pale.

He lay quietly on the bed, his thoughts confused, trying to understand this strange dream. He closed his eyes and tried to recall the figure of the boy in his dream, but he could not accurately capture her appearance.

"Who are you? I'm pretty sure I don't know you at all. Why do you feel so familiar to me? Why do you appear so frequently in my dreams?"

"Why do I have sexual impulses for you, but you are obviously a man, and I want to get closer to you, and want to possess you fiercely, but I don't think this is disgusting?"

"Am I sick? What's wrong with me? Why do I have such feelings for a man? Is this why I don't like to be in contact with women?"