Xue Hao felt a puff in her chest, and she opened her eyes suddenly, and found herself lying on the wooden plank, with the slightest pain coming from her hands and feet. She knew she was hurt, but it wasn't serious.

She sensed that there was no one around, so she looked around carefully, everything around her felt both familiar and strange: antique furniture, half-open wooden doors, where was this?

Suddenly, memories came flooding back, and she remembered: This is the Ning Dynasty, she is the baby daughter of the Ning Dynasty's left minister, Xue Hao, who met and fell in love with Ling Han, the king of the Ning Dynasty, but held a wedding but wore it to modern times. I don't think about it, and now I'm back in the Ning Dynasty.

She thought: throwing herself on the ground and ignoring it is definitely not her own family. Who threw her here? Will you kill yourself? She didn't want to die, recalling her relationship with Ling Han, she couldn't wait to return to Ling Han's side immediately, hug him, and tell him how much she missed him.

She propped her hands on the ground and wanted to sit up, but a stick fell, it was a token of love given to her by Ling Han - Jin Yuqi! She picked it up like a treasure and held it in her arms, and couldn't help but add a lot of courage: Moreover, she is a princess and a person from modern times, are you still afraid that she can't fight the ancients?

Xue Hao kept recalling, searching for the palace fighting plots and the struggle strategies of the crossing text that she had seen, and her heart gradually calmed down, and she was shouting in her heart: Let the horse come! Who's afraid of whom!

As if hearing her cries, a man of great figure in a dark robe walked in, with a mask on his face, revealing only a pair of piercing eyes and a mouth with thin lips.

Xue Hao sat up straight, looking at the other party secretly, but he couldn't find this person from his memory. "Xue Fei, don't come unharmed?" The eerie sound sounded and was very uncomfortable to listen to. I haven't heard a voice before, "Who are you?" Why did you take me captive here? Your Excellency wears a mask, does you also know that your face is hateful, and you dare not see people with your true face? ”

"Concubine Xue has come full circle in modern times, and she has become so sharp-tongued?" The man clasped his hands in front of his chest, his face full of sarcasm, "Do you think there is anyone else who can protect you?" The people who want to protect you have all run away to modern times. ”

Xue Hao's mind was full of question marks: he actually knew that he had traveled from the modern era, who was he? Is there a monstrous ability? Can you predict the prophet? But her face was not revealed, she sat leisurely in her chair, and said, "If Your Excellency wanted to kill me, you would have done it a long time ago, so why talk so much nonsense?" Say, what do you want? ”

"Good! Readily! The man clapped his hands and applauded, "Concubine Xue should change her clothes first, and then I'll assign you a task!" With that, he turned and walked out.

After a while, several young and beautiful girls in pale green dresses came with a bunch of clothes, shoes, jewelry, and other things. The maid at the head saluted respectfully and said, "Concubine Xue, my name is Qingqing, and we will serve you to change your clothes." ”

Xue Hao waved his hand and ordered lightly: "Put it down, I'll change it myself." "Mother......" "Stand down!" Xue Hao looked majestic and scolded.

The maids were startled, and hurriedly put their clothes neatly on the table, bowed and retreated, and closed the door considerately.

Xue Hao walked to the table and saw that the clothes were of different colors, some were elegant, some were gorgeous. To the touch, the material of the clothes feels soft and very comfortable. She picked up a pale blue garment, turned behind the screen, took off her blouse and trousers, and put it on awkwardly with her old memories.

The clothes are tailor-made and fit perfectly. The snow turned in a circle, and the hem of the light gauze danced, indescribably beautiful. Xue Hao's heart was full of doubts: Who is the person wearing the mask? How does he get acquainted with everything about himself? He doesn't want to let himself see his true face, and he doesn't want to let himself hear his true voice, he should be someone he is familiar with! Who could it be?