[Comprehensive fairy tales] Ganlin fairy tales

Gan Lin felt that his premonition was correct. After handing over the handmade stickers this time, he wandered freely outside the Flower Palace for a while despite the guard's strangely repulsive gaze, and soon he saw someone coming out to look for him. .

The male servant who came out without a mask only saw Yisha flying melancholy with a basket, and stepped forward to inform the king of the order.

After knowing that the king allowed him to go in, Yisha confirmed it again in disbelief. After being completely sure that it was true, Yisha held the basket in his arms and spun it lightly several times.

Everyone can feel Yisha's happiness, and everyone can also feel Yisha's beauty that makes people unable to move away when she is full of brilliance.

The servant couldn't help but indulge him to release his happiness, until Yisha put his hands on his chest and tried to relax his whole body, looking ready, the servant invited Yisha into the palace.

As soon as he saw the elf king, Yisha instantly became a king in his eyes, and his face was full of longing and love.

The king was flipping through a book, and Yishadai's paintings were placed on the small table beside him.Knowing that Yisha came in, he just glanced at Yisha calmly, and then asked nonchalantly: "I heard that you are lingering outside the palace and refuse to leave?"

Yisha was staring at the king whom he hadn't seen for a long time, but when he heard this, he lowered his head in embarrassment, nodded, and said tremblingly, "Hmm..."

"Why?" asked the king impassively.

Yisha was even more embarrassed, his face was full of panic, and he said tremblingly: "I made some food, and I want to give it to you." The voice was low and inaudible.

Even though he was so afraid of rejection, he still spoke out.

The elf king's hands flicked through the book paused.

"Isn't it fine to just send it in with your messy paintings before?" the king flipped through the page smoothly and said coldly.

Yisha tightened her grip on the basket, and said sadly, "I'm afraid you won't like it, so I'm very hesitant."

"The messy stickers you sent are not much better. No matter how bad the food is, it is better than this painting." The king sneered.

Yisha was stunned, his eyes were a little shaken, and his voice was as weak as a gossamer: "You don't like it?" It seemed as if he had received another huge blow.

The king pinched his thumb and forefinger on the page and let go of the page. The two fingers rubbed together a lot. The king looked at his hand in fascination, and said casually, "Your gift is not thoughtful enough. It's very perfunctory. I don't like it very much."

The eyelids of the servant beside him twitched.If possible, he would not only close his eyes, but also his ears. Of course, it would be best if he could leave this place.

Yisha focused all his attention on the king, and ignored everything around him.

He only saw that the king had only looked at him since he entered here, he only heard the incomparable indifference of the king's voice, and he only felt how disdainful and mean the king's words were.

The gentle king who would protect him and bring him light has truly disappeared...

Even if he kept his kingdom, he was nothing more than a negligible stranger, no, a nuisance, for the king was not so indifferent to other people as he was to himself.

But I still don't want to give up, even if it is embarrassing, I don't want to give up.

Yisha's eyes changed from confusion and pain to firmness again.

"I'm sorry, I didn't work hard enough, I will work harder next time." Yisha said earnestly but with a little doting, "But you should be able to see my progress, I am getting more and more proficient in how to do things for you Made something."

The king stopped rubbing his hands, and a red color of excitement flashed quickly in his eyes.

"If you are proficient in making these useless things, what is there to say?" The king mocked with a smile.

"So, so, I also tried other things, such as making food..." Yisha was extremely frustrated, but immediately defended the basket tightly.

"Since it's here and delivered here, let's open it and have a look." The king finally looked at Yisha.

"Huh?" Yisha was a little shocked, but after he reacted quickly, the corners of his mouth couldn't help turning up, but he was very nervous, so the corners of his mouth trembled a little.

"I am such a gentle person, don't always act like I will do something to you." Although the king said this, there was a cold smile on his mouth.

Yisha knew that the king was just talking and would not forgive him.

After warning himself not to be sentimental, Yisha tried hard to dispel the haze on his face, and offered the basket to the servant beside him.

The manservant at the side didn't know what he was doing. It took several seconds for the basket to be stretched out in front of him, and then he caught it immediately in a panic. It was half a beat too late before he thought of giving it to the king.

When the servant handed the basket to the king, the king gave the servant a hard look from an angle that Yisha could not see.

The manservant opened the cloth on the basket with tears in his eyes, trying to suppress the panic caused by the mistakes in his work, and tried his best to concentrate on completing the work.

The king looked up and saw that there was a bowl of nectar fruit which was very common to him.

But this is only normal for the king. In fact, for Yisha, who is isolated and whose living expenses are reduced to the common people, it takes a lot of effort to have these good quality nectar; Fruits require a lot of energy and patience.

The king remembered that Yisha was a person with little strength, and the king also remembered that Yisha was a very timid person.

Because of the shadow of being robbed many times, Yisha's legs and feet must be trembling when he goes out alone, and he resolutely refuses to act alone unless it is absolutely necessary.

So this nectar fruit bowl is definitely a gift that Yisha worked hard to make.

And the king is a sweet lover, the fruits inside are all sweet fruits, and the king can smell the sweet and tempting smell even if he doesn't eat it.

However, no matter how satisfied he was, the king casually covered the cloth covering the basket and returned to his original lazy reading posture, as if he had no interest in Yisha's gift.

"You still don't like it?" Yisha's expression became extremely bleak all of a sudden, and his face turned even paler. "I also feel that I have done a bad job. What's worse is that I have a relationship with you that was going to be married, and I already have a relationship with you." It's been a while, and I can't even grasp your preferences." He said with low self-esteem and regret.

The satisfaction in the king's eyes flickered.

"Then I'll take away the ones you don't like, and bring you better ones next time until you're satisfied." Yisha pretended to be strong.

The king paused, all the emotions in his eyes froze.

Take what I don't like?

"Since you have brought it, keep it." The king said calmly after recovering.

The manservant who had been holding the basket in his hands for a long time wanted to roll his eyes.

"But you don't like it. I hope that what I give you is what you like." Yisha said with some persistence.

The more you love the person, the more you want to improve the things you give, because you are afraid that the other party will hate you.So he didn't want the king to see unsatisfactory things, so it would be a bad memory for the king.

"Since it has been given to me, how I like to deal with it is my business. I hope you understand this." The king said seriously.

Yisha couldn't help being discouraged, and said sadly: "You're right, I didn't think about it clearly, and I didn't understand what you don't like."

The king smiled and said, "Just think about it in the future." But it was still a warm smile.

Yisha nodded, it was a bit difficult to stay any longer, but he really didn't want to leave.

He finally met the king, and he didn't know when the next meeting would be.

However, no matter how reluctant he was, he had to go out when he had nothing to talk about. This place was no longer a place for him to stay.

After sending away the bleak Yisha who had to leave, the servant returned to the palace to return to his command.

At this time, the king had dispersed the surrounding servants and was eating the food in the basket contentedly. Every time he took a bite out of the fork, he would hold it in the air and look at it, as if he was looking at something beautiful.

Seeing the servant coming in, the king glanced at the servant coldly. Although he didn't want to see anyone, he was the one who sent Yisha away after all, so he took a bite of the melon that Yisha cut neatly to his heart , the king asked: "Did he say anything when he left?"

The male servant shook his head: "Mr. Yisha probably has no strength to speak."

The king paused.

That's right, he's been working the most diligently among the elves recently, and he's still making gifts at night, so he's already tired. When he came here, he found it was still difficult to get what he wanted, so he naturally had no energy.

The king looked down at the fruit, his gaze turned cold.

But in fact, it was only a few days. Yisha once made him suffer for a long time to watch the message sent by the servant in other places.

The king unconsciously ate a few more mouthfuls of fruit.

Those fruits were drizzled with sweet nectar, and they were delicious. The king was satisfied soon after eating, feeling the deep friendship inside.

He said in a cold voice: "By the way, elves have to rest from time to time to avoid overwork. You go and ask Yisha's steward to tell Yisha not to work continuously. Do as the Romans do. Since you have come to the kingdom of elves, you have to With the rules of the elves, we cannot bring uneasiness to the elves."

The servant took the order with a complicated expression.

Although there are psychological preparations for the resurgence of the king and Yisha, how strange is the way of resurgence.

When the servant left, the king held the basket in one hand and stood up the jigsaw puzzle on the table with the other, squinting his eyes while eating and looking at it.

Food has emotions, and so does painting.

In this painting, he is the only one. His image is looking down with his chin raised slightly. The colors in the painting are only white and blue, which he likes, which shows his status in Yisha's heart at this time.

The honey fruit platter was finished within a few mouthfuls. The king put the basket away, wiped his mouth noblely, hugged the painting in his arms, sank into the seat completely, and sighed for a long time in satisfaction.

[Comprehensive fairy tales] Ganlin fairy tales