Coax your girlfriend's short story "Sleeping Beauty in the Woods"

Once upon a time there was a king. He and his queen had no children. They were sad, but there was nothing they could do. They traveled all over the world, made wishes, made pilgrimages. They tried all the methods, but they never reached their goal, that is, they didn't have children.

However, the Queen eventually gave birth to a daughter. The king and queen were very happy and would hold a grand baptism ceremony for the little princess. They invited all the witches in the kingdom who could be found (in fact, they found seven) to be the godmothers of the little princess. According to the customs of their country, each witch would give the little princess a gift of talent. From this point of view, the princess will become perfect in the future.

After the baptism, everyone returned to the palace, where a feast was prepared for the witches. In front of each witch was a luxurious set of utensils: a pure gold box containing a pure gold spoon, a knife and fork, and a diamond and ruby on it. As soon as everyone sat down, a very old witch came in through the door. She hadn't been out of the tower in 50 years, so everyone thought she was either dead or cursed and locked up, so the king didn't invite her.

At this time, the witches began to bless the little princess. The youngest wished her to be the most beautiful person in the world; next, I wished her as intelligent as an angel; third, I wished her grace and charm in everything she did; fourth, I wished her a beautiful dance; the fifth wished her to sing as beautifully as a nightingale; and sixth, I wished her perfect music. It was the old witch's turn. She shook her head slowly and said fiercely, "The princess will be stabbed to death by the spindle of the spinning wheel." "Everyone was terrified by this terrible gift and everyone was crying.

At this moment, the young witch standing behind the curtain stood up, and he shouted, "Don't worry, Your Majesty the King and Your Majesty the Queen. Your daughter will not die in this disaster. Although I did not have the ability to completely lift the old witch's curse, the princess would indeed be stabbed by a spindle, but the princess would not die. She would only sleep for a hundred years. When the time comes, a prince will come and wake her up. "To prevent the old witch's prophecy from coming true, the king forbade the use of spinning wheels throughout the kingdom, including the royal palace and people's homes.

One day, about fifteen or six years later, the king and queen went on vacation to their villas. The young princess was alone in the palace. She was boggling up and down the palace, running from house to house. Finally, she came to a small room at the top of the tower. There was an old woman spinning yarn alone on a spinning wheel. The old woman had never heard of the king's ban. "What are you doing there, old lady?" The princess asked curiously. I'm spinning, I'm a beautiful child. "That woman doesn't know who she is." Ha ha! The princess said, "This is so beautiful. ”。 How did you do it? Can you give it to me and let me try it? "

I don't know if the spinning wheel was spinning too fast or if the princess was in too much of a hurry. In any case, as the old witch had prophesied, the princess stabbed her hand and fainted to the ground.

Faced with this situation, the old woman did not know how to be good, so she had to shout for help. People came from all directions, sprinkled water on the princess's face, unfastened her belt, patted her palms, and wiped her temples with Hungarian perfume, but no one worked, and the princess was still sleeping.

The king hurried to the tower amid the noise. He suddenly thought of the witch's prophecy and concluded that things would go according to the witch's prophecy. He ordered someone to carry the princess to the most luxurious room in the palace and place her on a bed embroidered with gold and silver thread.

She was so beautiful that everyone would see her as a little angel. Although she was sleeping now, her beauty had not diminished—her cheeks were still as delicate as carnations, her lips were pink, and though her eyes were closed, she could still hear her faint and soft breathing, and it was believed that she was not dead. The king ordered them not to disturb her long sleep before she woke up.