this king; that king

The night gradually faded from the sky, the king did not turn on the lights, and relied on the dim light to change into a set of uniform-style light clothes that reflected blue in the dark blue room, and washed his clean and refreshing hair Simply fasten it at the nape of the neck with a plain silver ring, and head downstairs for dinner.

"It's hard for my wife, let us help with the cooking next time, I'm always too embarrassed to eat too much." The king greeted the hostess.

The hostess smiled: "You can't always trouble the guests to come downstairs."

Why didn't the king know that she disliked him a little, because her hand inadvertently protected Harry.

"Then give us the food expenses, it will always cost a lot of money for three people." The king no longer insisted.

The daughter of this family looks ordinary, but she is still decent. She doesn't look at Ye Song, but keeps talking to the king, which makes the king a little difficult to deal with.But when the king turned his head to meet Ye Song's eyes, he always found that Ting Lan was looking at him.I don't know why, but there is always a strange anger in my heart, maybe it's too hot.

"Brother, is there anyone in your literature department who has done a particularly good job after going out?" Daughter Shirley asked.

"Yes," the king smiled slightly, "There is a nobleman who has become a very famous person, and even brought a foreign apprentice."

"I don't mean that kind of work, I mean a comfortable job." Shirley shook her head.

"Yes, there is a man in the capital who came out of the Department of Literature and lived by writing manuscripts and books. Every day he just enjoys the flowers and the scenery." The king said.

Shirley smiled, and wanted to ask, but the hostess slapped her thigh lightly, and pierced her with her eyes in disgust.Shirley made a gesture of losing her temper, glanced at the guests, suppressed it again, and glared back at her mother.

At this time, Harry stretched out his fork and was about to poke into the fish plate. The hostess reminded: "Hey, Harry, don't eat that, that is for my sister to eat when she comes back!" Harry had no choice but to pout. Happily played with the fork.

Only then did Ye Song realize that what the hostess placed in front of Harry was a large plate of egg sauce chicken chops, and what Shirley had in front of her looked like an old meal except for some new salads.

"The soup inside should be ready, I'll go and have a look." The hostess said and left the table.

"Xue Li, do you want a piece of chicken chop?" Ye Song took the opportunity to ask tentatively.

"Ah... It's still not good. Mom puts a lot of effort into making chicken chops. I'm a girl, so I can't eat them so well."

Ye Song looked at the king in surprise, and the latter smiled slightly, pretending not to know.

The hostess came out quickly, holding the big tray steadily, and the king got up enthusiastically to help put the soup inside in front of everyone.The hostess smiled sheepishly: "How can you let the guests do this kind of work!"

But what Ye Song did next surprised the king. He picked up the knife and fork abruptly and cut a large piece of meat for Shirley.

The king clearly sensed the displeasure of the hostess, and quickly slapped Ye Song on the leg, but Ye Song ignored it and greeted directly: "Miss Shirley, don't be cautious, I don't think you eat much, I'm afraid You're sorry, I'm sorry."

Shirley looked up at her mother, and the hostess could only smile along with her and said, "Eat quickly, or the guests will fatten you up!"

What made the king even more uncomfortable was that during the next meal, Ye Song took the initiative to take Ting Lan's plate and went into the kitchen for her to get cooking dishes, but the king went in three times, and one of them accidentally bumped into her because of distraction At the corner of the table, Mr. Ye Song didn't offer to help him.The seasoning cabinet in the kitchen was quite high, and the king didn't dare to step on the precarious ladder, so he used spells to get pepper every time, causing the powder to float all over him. Lan secretly teased herself and never helped him.

Ye Song probably thought it was disgusting to stay in the same space as himself and breathe the same air, right?Ting Lan is so good-looking, and Shirley is so good-looking, even the hostess exudes a peaceful atmosphere.

What are you?

Sure enough, because he is a king, he has to run around, and when he meets a better person, he begins to reveal his true nature... Although he did everything to keep his distance, he is still a little unwilling.

Does he like Ting Lan?

Must be!

His family would ask him to marry a famous lady, but Ye Song would never listen. If he left home to other places, or even other countries, the king would not take him in. This is a hot potato.

But no matter what, when the time comes, he will marry Ting Lan home, tear himself apart, and then the two of them will live happily ever after, just like an ordinary couple.They might have a whole bunch of kids, all pretty, just like their father.

The king had to admit that he liked children and wanted one, but he couldn't do it. He couldn't bend down to give up his dignity to pursue affection.

The king didn't know when Ye Song would quarrel with him because of Ting Lan, but he hoped that day would not come so soon.

However, whether he likes Ting Lan or not, there is no certainty.

Yeah!Not yet determined!When people are in doubt, they will always stand on the position of "that's it", and the result is more and more confusing black and white. I can't do this. Before I am sure, even if I inevitably feel "yes", I still have to use the attitude of "no". Treat Ye Song.

After all, it's not that I'm too ugly... The king sighed, remembering that he still had a large box of mermaid mask powder, maybe it would be good to use it, so he stood up and bowed his head and said, "Use it slowly, everyone, I still have business to deal with. Excuse me."

Before leaving, he deliberately leaned into Ye Song's ear: "Come to my room later to listen to the scolding, you know?"

Ye Song lowered his head and stopped talking.A tinge of guilt filled the king's heart, was Ye Song wronged?Angry with him?But that's all right, he won't let up.The king moved his lips, but after all he didn't speak, and went upstairs.

Ye Song also has his own little thoughts.He knew that he would not be able to get too close to the king after all. He was a foreign envoy, and the king was the king of a country. Although he said that he was a friend and a mentor, what was connected was more about interests.Even if he regards the king as a friend, the king may not treat him equally.

Sometimes he would feel an inexplicable strange feeling towards the king in his heart. When he saw the light bulb opening the umbrella for the king, he saw the king pulling off the heels of his shoes before going out.

Sometimes, a thought would pop up—the one holding the umbrella and holding the shoehorn for him should be me, Ye Song.

But that was too absurd, especially when Ting Lan was sitting in front of him.She is so beautiful, so gentle and pure, completely different from the king's violence.

Ye Song knew that he didn't stop as the king said, but he really couldn't see it.

This was probably what the king wanted him to see.

But he knew he was wrong, so after supper he stood there obediently and knocked on the king's door.

The door opened, and the king who was holding the doorknob was wearing an ordinary light champagne-colored nightgown. It seemed that he did not expect that he would really come to find him, but he did not intend to invite him in. Gazing into Ye Song's eyes.

Ye Song didn't dare to speak, and wanted to avoid the king's gaze, but he still tried his best to meet his gaze.

After a while, the king lowered his head, sighed a long breath, as if he was about to let out all his internal organs, and said, "Go back, good night."

"Aren't you going to teach me a lesson?" Ye Song asked in surprise.

"You came to me when you knew you were wrong, so I don't need to talk about it anymore. It's too demeaning to reprimand others, so forget about such trivial matters." The king didn't look up at him.

Ye Song was taken aback. The king in his impression seemed to lose his temper all the time, and he was rarely so forgiving.

"From now on, from the moment you leave this city, you are not allowed to call me by my name. You are called Young Master outside, and Your Majesty inside the palace." The king turned his head and closed the door.

The king was just sitting by the window trying to calm down when he heard Ting Lan's voice coming from outside the door, as if he was talking to Ye Song.

The king stood up, intending to eavesdrop, and sat back down immediately.

"Why doesn't Your Majesty go listen to it?" Bulb asked, "Maybe what you want to know will be solved right away."

"What others don't intend to tell me is privacy. If I don't need to know, even if someone tells it in my ear, I can't listen to it." The king picked up the black tea and waited for the sound outside the door to get quieter.

Until finally he saw Ye Song and Ting Lan appearing on the night street. Ting Lan was wearing a high-waisted skirt of the same color as Ye Song. The two of them were strolling, and they became people wandering at night under the soft light of the street lamps. a part of.

The king felt sad for no reason, gritted his teeth secretly, turned around and said, "Bring the easel, I want to sketch."

"Yes, Your Majesty."

The king told himself to endure it desperately.

"Ah Jin seems to be looking at us from the window of the room?" Ye Song saw a cold silhouette on the window sill.

"Is he just looking at the street view?" Ting Lan laughed, "I heard that a king can never get enough of his country."

"Where are we going?" Ye Song asked.

"Let's walk slowly along the river." Ting Lan replied.

Most people who go out on the street at night wear plain clothes in groups and walk quietly.The bustling night market is on the other side of the city, and the lights from it illuminate the sky, adding a touch of popularity to the cold river.

The two of them walked like this, their thoughts flying to their respective distant places.The waves of the big river pushed the wind of summer night in bursts, sometimes a little bit of light was reflected in the eyes of the two of them. In the dark night, under the dim street lamps, it felt impossible to feel the taste.

Ye Song looked at the river and remembered what the king had said to him by the artificial river flowing in Bania Mansion. He felt very uncomfortable. How difficult it is for a person who is usually irritable and arrogant to apologize, but the king bowed his head to himself. .What is the king's sincerity and what is his true emotion, but he has never removed the sharp disguise on the outside to see it.

He suddenly understood that the reason why the king wanted to make himself stronger was because he looked down on himself at all.

Ting Lan is very different. No matter how poor she is, she still dares to try her luck to find the king.

Ye Song turned his head and looked at her secretly, but she didn't notice, she walked on her own, her hair brushed Ye Song's neck, emitting the scent of jasmine, softly, like fragrant petals carelessly falling down.

What does Ting Lan want to do with her future life?He couldn't live on the king's money for the rest of his life. If possible, he didn't want Ting Lan to live alone. He could take her back to the Eastern Kingdom, to the bustling capital city full of palaces and castles.

Just as Ye Song was about to speak, Ting Lan yelled excitedly, pointed to a small stall not far away, and said with bright eyes: "Ye Song! I want to eat that!"

It turned out to be candied fruit and small refreshments sold on carts at night.Ye Song can't laugh or cry, Ting Lan is really like a child sometimes.

Ting Lan quickly decided to buy candied egg yolks and black tea puffs—some of the most traditional snacks. Ye Song took out her wallet to pay for her, and she eagerly took a bite of the puffs, enjoying the sweet taste.But she accidentally stepped on Ye Song's foot, Ye Song felt the pain, jumped unconsciously, and hit the iron plate covered with sugar stains on both sides with both hands.

"Ah! Are you okay?" Ting Lan asked anxiously.

"No...it's okay." Ye Song's hands were stained with sugar, and he wanted to lick them off with his tongue.

"Don't lick it! It's impolite!" Ting Lan handed him a handkerchief, then picked up the puff and raised it to his mouth, "Ah——"

"Ah—" Ye Song ate the whole thing in one gulp, chewing while still wiping it with his hand.

"Hey!" Ting Lan suddenly withdrew her hand, "Your tooth touched me!"

"Ah... I'm sorry..." Ye Song's mouth was full of puffs, and he was a little slurred. Seeing this stupid look, Ting Lan covered her mouth and laughed.

Ye Song, who was confused for a while, also laughed, and scratched his head with his fingers dipped in sugar.