[Comprehensive fairy tales] Ganlin fairy tales

The king remained silent and looked away from Yisha, who was a little uneasy.

Although he agreed, but even if he was prepared to face a bad situation, Yisha still wanted to know the specific situation.

"Can, can you tell me what kind of job this is?" Yisha asked bravely.

No matter what kind of job it is, if it has already been decided, is it still meaningful to ask again?

The king really wanted to say this, but he didn't, he just said lightly: "Be my personal servant."

Yisha's mind went blank.

Isha's eyes widened.

Yisha suspected that he had read and heard wrongly.

"You, you, you... didn't you say that it's a bad job for me?" Yisha was so confused that he couldn't speak clearly.

The king glanced at Isha, turned around and entered the inner room.

"What does this mean?" Yisha turned his head and looked at the servant in doubt, his eyes were eager to learn, "Is it because I asked a question, and I was not allowed to continue?" Yisha couldn't help being pessimistic asked.

The male servant stared blankly at all these changes, and suddenly felt that he had an opportunity to get promoted and make a fortune, so he hurriedly volunteered to serve Yisha intimately, and after saying "you wait", he rushed to the inner room and disappeared. King of Traces.

This is the chance of life. Although the king gave him a hard look after he went in to ask questions, the servant Fu Ling beat himself on the head sincerely, and said regretfully, "I was confused. Since you ordered It has been made, but it has not been taken back, it must be an unambiguous order, and I will arrange for Mr. Yisha."

The male servant deliberately slowed down and left. He listened to the movement behind him with his ears upright, and found that there was no voice scolding him behind him, so the male servant carried it out with confidence.

So in a blink of an eye, Yisha got his wish and became the king's personal servant.

On the first day of work, he couldn't hide the joy in his heart at all, and he kept exuding a pleasant atmosphere.

The king was satisfied, but he didn't want Yisha to be too careless, so he told the truth coldly: "You are so happy to be downgraded from the king's fiancée to the palace servant."

Yisha was stunned, the king thought he was going to be depressed, but he nodded slowly: "At least I am closer to Your Majesty, even when I became your fiancée, I have never been so close to you. "

It's not that Yisha doesn't let himself think about bad things, but he really thinks it's better now.

The king opened his mouth slightly and was speechless. After a while, he mocked coldly: "It's fine if you are so stupid, at least you can comfort yourself now, can't you?"

The king thought that Yisha would still comfort himself, but unexpectedly, Yisha's eyes suddenly seemed to be stung this time. Although there were no tears, they were instantly red.

Because no matter how beautiful you think, you also know the cruel reality behind the beauty.

Yisha lowered his head to make tea for the king, and stopped talking optimistically.

The king moved his mouth, a little regretful.

After the emotions passed, Yisha, who had made tea for a long time, found the silence at the moment, and the king kept writing on the desk but didn't come over for tea and dessert.

Obviously, it was the king who asked Yisha to put all the food and drink here just now when he said that he wanted to drink tea and dessert, so Yisha did this, but the king did not follow through on his word.

Yisha couldn't help breaking the silence: "Your Majesty, I'm done."

The king put down his quill, which was in constant motion, and came over for tea.

If the king's affairs are suddenly so busy that he can't even drink tea, why can he stop the pen in his hand so quickly now?But if he wasn't busy, he should come over for a drink, not to mention he urged Yisha himself.

Don't dare to face him who is sad?

Yisha thought in disbelief.

After not drinking the tea for a long time, it was not only a little cold, but also had a strong bitter taste, but the king drank it without frowning, without scolding Yisha, as if this was not a problem at all.

But before Yisha took office as the king's personal servant, the former servant reminded that the king only liked to drink freshly brewed hot tea, otherwise he would be angry.

Stop being busy...don't say it's bad...

Yisha couldn't help wondering whether he was really important to the king.

The king took a sip of tea, chewed some dessert, took another sip of tea, and so on, and soon the cup of tea was gone.

Yisha quickly ignored his own imagination and quickly fell on the ground.

Regardless of whether the idea is true or not, if it is true, being considerate to the king will definitely win the king's favor; even if it is false, serving the king is also a job.

With this figured out, Yisha keeps her eyes on the king.

Maybe Yisha brought a lot of desserts today, or maybe the king drank a lot of water unknowingly because Yisha stared at him too hot.

And Yisha watched the king finish the first pot of tea he made, flattered, and began to look at the king with Yingying eyes again.

The king was finally in a happy mood, but at the same time he finally realized the need to urinate, and wanted to go to the toilet frantically.

When rushing to the toilet, he only felt vented, but when he came out after using the toilet, he needed to face reality, and the king suddenly became embarrassed.

The ex standing and waiting outside the toilet is not nice at all, what if the other party hears my venting voice?

The fastidious and self-governing king was worried.

Fortunately, Yisha's smile did not change, nor did the longing in his eyes. The king tried his best to shake off the discomfort in his mind, and continued to be as cold and arrogant in front of Yisha.

In addition to allowing Yisha to go to the bathroom to eat, Yisha has been with him for almost a day. After dinner, the king thought that Yisha was tired and was about to allow Yisha to leave, but before letting Yisha leave, the king suddenly had a whim. Ask Yisha how he feels about the king today.

Yeah, it's not how you feel after a day at work, it's how you feel about the king.

The king was not afraid that Yisha would think that he had some ridiculous idea of ​​resurgence. After all, the king had hinted to Yisha that he let Yisha stay by his side because Yisha might regret it in the future.

Of course, the king did feel that Yisha would regret it.

I serve one person every day, and I don’t have much personal time. No matter how much I like it, I will eventually feel breathless and regret it later.

"You are fine." Yisha recalled that today was full of memories of the king, his eyes slowly darkened, and the smile on his face gradually deepened.

Yisha doesn't have any concept of personal time at present, and his mind is full of kings, but what about in the future?

The king waved Yisha to leave, and when he was alone, the king lay on the bed, staring at the ceiling, thinking about things all the time.But I don't know what I'm thinking.

You can watch Yisha revolve around you openly, and you can order Yisha to do anything, but you don't have the excitement when you peeked at Yisha working hard for yourself.

The mood is so complicated that I have sorted out several emotions, but I still can't figure it out.

It's obviously all done according to the heart.

The king regretted that he recruited Yisha as his personal servant.

If you don't recruit, you don't have to be so upset now.

Feeling depressed, the king went to take a bath and came out wiping his hair after washing. The king saw Yisha standing by the door waiting.

The action of wiping his hair paused, and the king squinted his eyes and asked, "What are you doing here? Didn't you tell you to go back?"

"I haven't delivered today's gift yet." Yisha handed over the gift.

Does it happen every day?

You are so tired this time, do you still insist on doing it?

The king's heart was touched.

Because the king asked Yisha to get off work too late, Yisha didn't have time to think about it. Not only was the gift similar to the previous ones, but the degree of completion was not as high as before, but the discerning king still took it and found it was a fruit platter. After the picture, he ate, still in silence, and ate a whole plate in front of Yisha.

This is really the best encouragement for Yisha.

There are quite a lot of surprises today, and Yisha is a little more lively and cheerful.

After meeting Yisha's gaze, the king realized what he had done, and said remedially indifferently: "I just happened to be hungry."

"Did I improve today?" Yisha asked expectantly.

"Everything is delicious when you're hungry, so you can't tell the difference." The king said without hesitation.

"Then I'll give you food at this time from now on." Although he didn't get compliments, Yisha couldn't help but suggested worriedly when he said that he was so hungry that he couldn't distinguish anything.

"Whatever you want." The king said indifferently, then walked around Yisha, lifted the quilt and went to bed.

"Your hair is not dry yet, so you can't go to bed so early." Yisha stopped immediately.

Heh, how could he have forgotten if someone hadn't come over without saying hello.

The king said coldly: "I like it." In order not to show that he had forgotten, the king said so.

"That can't be like this, you are easy to get sick, why don't I wipe your hair." Yisha suggested cautiously.

"Trouble." Although the king said this, he still raised his head and asked Yisha to help when Yisha came over stubbornly with a towel.

Yisha knelt on the bed and wiped the king's hair. After drying the king's hair roots and making his hair fluffy, Yisha said goodbye. This time he really left tonight.

The king didn't look after Yisha, and lazily covered the quilt that Yisha opened to wipe the king's hair, but this time when he slept, his arms always felt a little itchy.

The king reached out to touch it, and found that it was a hair. He took out the hair from the bed, but found that the hair was not the platinum blonde hair of the protagonist, but the black hair on Yisha's head.

Oddly enough, the king didn't throw away the hair, but wrapped it carefully in a handkerchief and hid it in the bedside table.

[Comprehensive fairy tales] Ganlin fairy tales