100 Days of Being a Princess of Joseon

Intruders

"New so, it's scolding. Woooo, you baper son of a bitch." Ara grumbled when Han's lady-in-waiting had disappeared from behind the sliding door. So as fast as lightning, Ara grabbed his writing equipment that was placed by the unstable lady earlier in the corner near the desk that berci. If the time of Ara his name is mah Buffet well.

"Where to be a model lady Dongyi or Han nie Janggeum, if digertak bit aja, uh mewek tuh boy." While carrying boxes and rolls of paper towards the bedding that Han had arranged earlier, Ara began to rest her body on the mattress, stretching out the paper roll.....

Really ribet, can't what small on the paper?

"From tomorrow, I will make my own paper models, very long and complicated ah if the gini rolls. Want to ask to cut it to be a note or sticky note that, same dayang labile. Hihih." Although grumbling, but he ended it by giving the nickname for his servant accompanied by funny rascals.

Yes, the Han lady-in-waiting got the labile nickname of Ara. Exclusive. Hihahi.

Ara began to overlap the paper that had been rolled up. With things that are heavy enough. Like ink millstones, and other paper rolls. In order not to roll back.

The feeling in the drakor that Ara was watching. There should be some kind of retaining similar to the shape of a rectangle that is, but...

"Oh, dayang labile. Forgot the same end of this paper. This is if most eat love, buciinnn." His back pain was shed on Han's lady.

"OK, okay, hmmmmm, yeah, yeah, hmmm, yeah." Ara muttered as she continued to scratch the tip of her brush on the paper.

Draw what the hell?? That line? The balls? Or wake up arithmetic anyway?

Woyyyy.

"So, gini yes yes yes,, hmmmm. Okay okay. hmm keep gini, yeah yeah." Back murmur is not clear on the air just like that. It left a faint sound that night.

Occasionally the girl's expression widened her eyes, and occasionally she would pursed her lips, and other times she would scramble even squeeze the paper she had drawn earlier.

With a serious face, Ara bent her elbow until now propping her palm on her chin. And the brush earlier, do not ask. he had hooked on his earlobe, forgetting if it was not the same size pen in his day.

So, it would be a wonder if the appearance of princess Hwa possessed by the soul of bar Ara bar. It's like a kindergarten boy who does drawing activities, can be seen full of ink, clothes, floors and also the face, the unstable boy mah Lu now. Hahahhaha, ink all, written paper or body anyway.

And, the scraping activity was finally finished as well, kapara thor waiting for the bar labile boy. I can't wait, what was written earlier. Kepo really. Banget.

Ara finally spread the white paper on her bed. Looking at it for a while, the phenomenal work of an Ara.

"Not bad bad. I think I could be detective Nie. Wahhh. Perfecto." Praise yourself after a long time admiring your own work. Wwwwww.

Okay, thor look yes, Ara.

Hmmm, if from the shape of the image anyway. Here, there are squares, circles, lines, and..love? Do what.

It looks more clearly. Ara drew every line on the squares and circles, and there were some parts that she inserted love as a sign shape, I don't know.

From the shape of the box and circle, Ara wrote a few words such as, chronology he came here at that time, poison, damaged face, the building he visited at that time, female and male guests, etc, the powder and the things that Princess Hwa consumed, until she came back here after meeting the owner of this body, and do not miss, she also wrote the word grandmother, all he gave me was extra thicker ink, and there was an extra love surrounding the box.

Thor concludes that.. Ara was stringing up the case that befell her and princess Hwa. And when he noticed that, Ara remembered the thing he missed...

Rushing himself grabbed the brush and ink box, scraping it on the paper he had just laid out.

Write the word "prospective sua-ami." Said Ara who then returned he threw the word "The Prince of the crown of another palace." Think of it after you have finished writing the word.

After feeling enough, he stood up with the paper.......

Yep.. behind the curtain cover is all, not for people here, it's just as an ornament with a painting engraved there, not only, this thing if in the Ara era will be used as a cover when going to change clothes. An object that can be folded into shape.

Ara immediately walked towards the place that had been her target.

And....

"Well, this is good. But.. nempelinya use apaa.?" Ask Ara who is aware if she does not have an object that can paste the paper.

He needs glue. But make it, how, this is not his house, this is the palace that I have to go out first, the kitchen nyari or the storage place that has glue, and of course, Ara does not know where it is. Dark mana. Fearful...

But, it's not Ara's name if.....

Claps...

Pull out her hairpin and stick it on the wall behind the sliding curtain.

Then pull his body back...

Nodding head,

"Yes, this is what I see in detective and police-police movies on tv." His words enjoy the results of his work that has been hanging, showing the lines connecting each chronological line between himself and his main daughter Hwa.

When he was enjoying it.

His ears caught the slow pace. And it's not from the front alias of the direction the door should be. But from.....

He looked, from the outside????

Clearly he caught not only the sound, but also the dark shadow out there that was lurking outside his residence.

Okey... This was exactly like the scene he often watched in royal dramas.

Intruders!!!!!!! Murderer!!!!!!

And. that means, the target is.... Himself?? Erroneous, princess Hwa means... But now it is his soul that is in this body. Which means, yes... Ara is the victim.

Breathing in, Ara panicked. Obviously, he has not or does not even understand what to do.

This isn't his zone.. This Joseon is not Itaewon. Not his world woyyyy, so, obviously he doesn't know what to do. Communication tools are not.. And, of course, the evil plans of people out there are 101% successful, taking away the life of princess Hwa, double the bonus of Ara's life as well.

"Oh Goshhhh!!! What can I do for.... This moment?????" Panic at the moment.

Krekkkk

The sound of the window clanging was clear...

"Oh s-t!!!" Frustrated, Ara now feels really confused to find she can not do anything.

"Do I really not deserve to live tomorrow? Do I really not deserve to live happily like other people" he said slowly, miris.