[Beauty and the Beast] Rose Castle

"Your Highness, the weather at sea is perfect for dancing. Look how happy they are dancing on the deck, why don't you join them?"

I lowered my head and turned a page of the book, smiled slightly: "I prefer reading to dancing."

"Really." He also smiled, "What book does Her Royal Highness like the most?"

This man is a prince from a neighboring country. He has an average face but a rather thick skin.I have been so indifferent, but he seems to have no eyes, can't see my alienation, and leans over again and again to forcefully find a topic.

I pondered for a moment and said, "I have read a lot of books, but I can't think of a favorite book for a while. However, there is one story that I remember deeply, "Beauty and the Beast."

"A story about a beauty falling in love with a beast? Interesting."

"It's not only interesting, but also incredible." Speaking of this, I looked him up and down contemptuously, "Because if I were a beautiful woman, I would never fall in love with an ugly beast."

……

The world is finally quiet.I breathed a sigh of relief, lowered my head and continued to read.

I do prefer reading to dancing.I don't know why, since I can remember things, I have a very urgent feeling, I want to read books, I want to learn, I want to improve... Otherwise, there will be a sense of panic that I will be left behind.I can't tell where this feeling comes from. It seems that there is an extremely good person waiting for me in front of me. If I don't step up to improve myself, he will get farther and farther away from me.At the thought of him pulling away from me, a strong panic grips my heart, and I feel so uncomfortable that I can't breathe.

My father said that with my learning attitude, if I were a prince, I would definitely accomplish a lot in the future.I thought about it for a while, and said a very philosophical sentence. I study not for a utilitarian result, but to improve myself.After I finished speaking, I was shocked.

Speaking of which, I have read so many books and traveled so many places, but my favorite story is indeed "Beauty and the Beast".I can't tell the reason why I like this story, maybe because the image of "seeing a person's bright and precious soul through the ugly appearance" is particularly beautiful.

The book in my hand is a sailor's voyage diary. I just saw "the storm is coming, the sailboat is shaking, and the people are just screaming." A heavy raindrop suddenly wets the pages of the book, and then more and more rain The beads fell down, blurring the handwriting behind.

Rain is not a good sign at sea, let alone the raindrops are so full and heavy.Looking up at the sky, it turned out that there were dark clouds like lead blocks, and they weighed heavily on the white three-masted sails, a scene of a storm coming.The mate stood at the hatch and yelled, "Come in—don't stay on deck!"

I closed the book, and was about to step into the cabin quickly, but a hand came across and clasped my wrist:! : "Your Highness, the deck is shaking too much, let me lead you!"

I shook off his hand: "No, it's just a few steps away."

"Your Highness, don't be brave at this time..." He stuck to him like a brown candy that couldn't be shaken off.

The good self-cultivation that has been maintained for 18 years is broken at this moment.I frowned tightly and couldn't help but pushed him hard.Unexpectedly, under the strong wind and heavy rain, his body was as light as a piece of paper, and he slid rapidly along the deck towards the railing, and within a few seconds, half of his body was hanging overboard.It wasn't until then that he blushed, grasped the railing with one hand, and wailed like a pig.

This kind of person is really harmful to others, but after all, I accidentally pushed him over... Hesitating for a second, I threw away the book in my hand, lifted the skirts on both sides and tied a knot, and walked towards the wind with difficulty. He stretched out his hand: "Give me the other hand!"

I don't know how his parents taught him.He looked at the sea as black as ink, and then at my arm, sobbing uncontrollably: "I, I'm afraid...I can't lift my hands..."

waste!

I know a little knight swordsmanship, and my strength is not bad, but I still dare not rush to rescue him, because under the action of the storm, the sailboat will shake from side to side. If one side is lifted by the waves, the other side will be washed into a slippery mess by the rain. slope.At that time, no matter how strong I am, I will be thrown out by the sailboat.

Fear of what will come.As soon as I thought of this, the other side was suddenly pushed up by the waves, and the items piled up on the deck over there were smashed into the water like a slide.Half of the waste prince's body was immersed in the icy sea water. For a moment, the sharp howl echoed endlessly: "Help...help!"

A few sailors wanted to come over to help. Although they were strong, they might not be the opponents of the sea.I forced myself to calm down, thought quickly, and ordered them: "Take the rope over there, and tie it around my waist. I'll go and save him! Hold this end!"

They nodded like chickens pecking at rice.After tying the rope around my waist, I finally dared to let go of my hands and feet.However, he didn't rush over recklessly, but waited for the rain to subside a little, and when the waves pushed the other side up, he slumped over the deck, grabbed the worthless prince's wrist, and then used The waves pushed up the power here, and ruthlessly threw the trash prince to the sailors: "—Catch him!"

The plan was so perfect, I almost wanted to applaud my wit when the sailors caught the useless prince.However, soon, I discovered a fatal problem: those sailors are almost trash like the trash prince.

Why do you say that?

Because of them, while catching the waste prince, they let go of the rope in their hands.

……

The trash prince was saved.

!I was swallowed by the sea in one gulp.

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After falling into the sea, I realized that the sea is so cold, and the muslin skirt is so heavy, it's as cold as iron, and I can't breathe.

It was too cold, and his thoughts gradually became chaotic. His hands and feet seemed to be tied with heavy ice cubes, and he couldn't even do the most basic thumping movements.I was very reluctant to die like this... But, I didn't have the strength or energy to struggle anymore.

If there is a next life, I will never take the same boat with the trash prince.

At this moment, my body suddenly lightened, and something supported my waist.I couldn't hear the sound, and I couldn't see the picture. I could only vaguely feel that the thing was like a human finger, with slender bones, but not very flexible. It failed to grab my clothes several times. Finally, it seemed to be Swimmed to the soles of my feet, held my soles, and lifted me to the surface of the sea...

Is this an illusion when I am about to die?

The next moment, fresh air rushed into the lungs, and the stagnant feeling in the nasal cavity finally disappeared.But because he stayed in the sea for too long, although he was conscious, he did not have the ability to breathe on his own.Seeing that I was about to fall into the sea again and relive the feeling of suffocation, I was so anxious, but I could only be like a bystander, waiting for the fresh air to be drawn away, and my lungs were filled with a sense of difficulty.

Fortunately, I didn't completely lose consciousness, otherwise I might not be able to wake up according to his method.After a long while, I choked on my throat, and a mouthful of stagnant water involuntarily spewed out.I struggled to open my eyelids that were glued by eyelashes, but first my eyes were pierced by the sun, and I closed them. When I opened them again, the person who rescued me was gone.

If I were a little girl who loves fantasy, I would definitely think of some romantic love stories at this time: falling into the deep sea, at the critical moment of life and death, but was rescued by a mysterious person and sent to a safe seaside... According to the plot of the novel, rescue My man is either an adventurer or a handsome mermaid, and whoever he is, I'm doomed to be entangled with him.

But back to reality, I just feel terrified.In such a terrible storm, even the three-masted sailing ship was shaken. Even experienced sailors can't guarantee that they can survive such a violent storm!Survive the storm.How strong must that adventurer be to save me so easily?If it was a mermaid, it would be even more terrifying.In the past few years, on the newly discovered continent, people cannibalism is not uncommon. If the same kind can eat the same kind, who can guarantee that the mermaid will not eat me?

After wringing out my wet hair, I wiped the sand off my face and looked around. It was a deserted island I had never seen before, and I didn't know if there was anyone there.My intuition tells me that on this kind of deserted island, it is best not to meet the same kind.

Fortunately, my father didn't restrain me very much. After I became an adult, I went to many places for adventure, and I had a little ability to survive independently. Otherwise, I would not be able to survive when I came to a deserted island unexpectedly.

Putting aside my shame, I took off my wet and heavy skirt and spread it on the rock where the sun can shine.Although I made a lot of psychological preparations before taking off, I still felt a strong sense of shame when I was completely naked.Forget it, life and shame have to be the same.

I just don't know whether to turn back or not.At the same time, something worse happened, and the sound of horseshoes came from the woods!

There are people on this deserted island!

How to do……

The sea breeze was blowing, but I didn't feel cold at all, instead, there were big cold sweats on my back.

Although the fingers were slender and well-defined, the nails were sharp and barb-shaped. Between the fingers, there was a transparent and sticky film... like the webs on the hands and feet of amphibians.

What is it that saved me...?

Is it a man or a monster?

I didn't dare to make a sound, and I didn't dare to resist and provoke him, so I let him hold me with one hand and came to the beach.He put me behind a rock, and until now, I hadn't seen him in full.

He is definitely not human, but like a human, he has eyes, nose bridge and lips.His hands and feet are slender, especially the legs, which have grown to the point where they cannot be placed at will.If an ordinary man had a perfect body like his, he could definitely be called tall and handsome.However, his back is covered with light blue scales, and there is a blue-green transparent fin on his back, which is beautiful, rare, and terrifying.

He has no eyelids, and when he lowers his head and concentrates on digging sand traps, the white film will wrap his eyes, which looks like he blinked!generally.

I don't know what he is, and I don't know what he wants to do. Fear blocked my throat, and it took me a long time to make a dry voice: "You..."

He immediately looked up at me.

I flinched back.

The sound of horseshoes behind me was getting closer and closer, and I hesitated whether to leave him and find a place to hide.He suddenly stopped digging the sand pit, leaned over, put one arm around my waist, and put the other hand through my knees, picked me up horizontally, and then threw me into the sand pit.

"..."

Can't figure out what he's doing.

Like burying a treasure, he buried me earnestly, and stood by my side, holding the rock with his two wet palms, revealing a pair of eyes, looking motionlessly towards the woods.

He also heard the sound of horseshoes and knew that someone was coming from the woods, so he dug a sandpit and buried me, and stood by my side... Is he protecting me?

But why did he protect me?Or, this kind of monster is naturally helpful, as long as it is a human who accidentally falls into the sea, it will protect them like this?

My thoughts are in a mess, I don't know what I'm thinking.The sound of horseshoes finally stopped, and a voice with a strong Western European accent sounded: "These Indians really have backbone, they would rather commit suicide than betray their tribe."

"If we can't interrogate those people's whereabouts again, our rations will be exhausted."

"I really miss the wine in my hometown, and the beautiful girls in my hometown... In this place, I can only drink the blood of livestock all day long. I really feel like vomiting."

"—Look, here are the footprints of a woman!"

The person next to him immediately yelled: "Woman, these are definitely the footprints of a woman! Whether it's an Indian woman or a Spanish woman who was taken away, I want it!"

Hearing this, my heart suddenly turned cold.The worst situation is not drifting to a desert island, nor meeting human beings who are also trying to survive on the desert island, but drifting to a desert island where massacres are taking place.Although my country is not keen on colonization, as long as you are born in the royal family, you know more or less the ugliness behind some colonization.These self-proclaimed civilized soldiers slaughtered those Indians like slaughtering livestock... I didn't expect to drift to such an island, it was really troublesome.

At the same moment, they seemed to have discovered our hiding place and were coming this way.

Hearing the clang of their boot heel spurs dragging on the ground, I swallowed a mouthful of saliva and was so nervous that it was difficult to breathe.