[British American Entertainment] Oops, my brain is so big!

Today's King Se is still handsome.

With black hair and black eyes, I stand out among a group of elves with blond or brown hair, but Tauriel, who is set to be my best friend, comforts me: "It's okay, you're actually not ugly."

I sneered, as you who will have such a tear-jerking super-racial love affair with dwarves—even Shanhua Kili—in the future, how can you appreciate my beauty with such a terrible and distorted aesthetic.

With a height of nearly ten centimeters higher than hers, I looked down at her ruthlessly, hummed coldly and noblely, and turned my head coldly.

This is the biggest reason why, as Thranduil's personal maid, she has the opportunity to be alone with the king every day: I am better than all the female elves in my king's territory!want!high!

Although the king himself may not care, but Garian has repeatedly emphasized my great mission as a professional personal maid——

Stretching my neck, I tried to put on King Se the crown made of branches and mulberries as calmly and gracefully as possible, and God knows how much I wanted to lick the platinum-blonde hair in front of me.

No wonder Galian didn't let the male elves do this job. If some parts of them suddenly couldn't withstand the current test of beauty, they would definitely be dragged out and chopped up.

However, I have experienced the drum washing machine twice, and I am still calm. After all, I am a man who is a god twice. Even if the king is as beautiful as a picture, I can quietly lick my phantom limbs in the depths of my heart. lick lick.

The expressionless Thranduil was just a fingertip away from me, and I could even clearly smell the refreshing floral fragrance on his body.

Oh my god, such a scene reminds me of the screenshot of the king smiling so magically in the tidbits. I really want to go out and run around!

I tried my best to hold back my trembling hands and helped Thranduil tidy up today's hairstyle, but he lowered his eyes and never even looked at me.

Then I heard him speak softly.

"You go out first, I want to be quiet."

As expected of my male god and my wife, this deep cello-like tone is simply fascinated.

"As you wish, Your Majesty."

I answered like this on my mouth, but I couldn't calm down in my heart for a long time.

Majesty, would you mind telling me who Jing Jing is before I go out?

But I think it is impossible for the king to take care of a little maid like me, even though my role is so unique.

Thinking about it this way, I really miss Roy, who is flat and molested, has a delicate body and a soft waist, and is easy to push down. Maybe Alex is alive and well. Sure enough, not everyone can conquer Tsundere. Thranduil himself With a super-strong aura, you directly despise all stupid human beings, and you almost have to kneel down on your face, you scum, this is the rhythm of no way to communicate well.

But now I am an elf, not included in the category of human beings.

However, no matter how you look at this kind of thousand-year-old widower, it is still more suitable for licking on the other side of the screen or deep in your heart.

I think I'm a little hesitant to deal with Thranduil. The reason may be that the male god's style of painting changes too quickly for me to react.

Tao Ruier, who was passing by on the patrol, approached me and asked strangely, "Why is it so fast today?"

Why does this sentence sound so ambiguous, my illusion?

I had no choice but to answer truthfully: "Your Majesty said he wanted to be quiet."

Tao Ruier's eyes widened: "Who is Jingjing?"

I shook my head: "I want to know too."

Tao Ruier's face was serious: "I swear in the name of the captain of my guard, there must be no elf named Quiet in the dense forest."

I sighed deeply: "I really don't know which little fairy will be cheaper."

Tao Ruier looked horrified: "Why do you think so, do you mean Your Majesty?"

I glanced at her faintly, and replied: "If you only look at the face."

Tao Ruier breathed a sigh of relief and smiled slightly: "I knew you wouldn't be so brave and fearless in your eyes."

So your frightened expression just now is the explosion of your acting skills?When I am blind!

I glared at Tauriel viciously, and she smiled flatteringly and said, "Don't care about those hallucinations just now, Cecilia, in fact, His Royal Highness Legolas is also good, do you want to consider him?"

I sadly rejected her proposal: "No, I will not use this method to add my name to the Dawang's household registration book, and—"

I straightened my back, stood in the standard posture of arranging Thranduil's hair every morning, turned my back to Tauriel and said loudly, "He's too short."

"Who is too short?"

The elven prince with a soft light filter appeared at some point, and stood beside Taurier at this moment.

Although I don't plan to do something terrible to Thranduil, Legolas, who caught a glimpse of me many years ago, has touched my girl's heart. I can't let the son of the male god know that it is him I complained about. My height?

"I, I'm too short!" I blurted out.

Both Tauriel and Legolas were frightened at the same time.

That's right, my height is ruthless. I can't think of any other female elves who can compare my height with mine, except for the "Evening Star" of Lord Elrond's house.

In fact, the air at high altitudes is not too fresh.

I pretended to be very calm and continued: "Because every time His Majesty holds his scepter, he always feels despised invisibly."

Seeing their sympathetic expressions, I reckon that I've passed this level, as long as my best friend Tao Ruier doesn't take the initiative to expose me.

Tao Ruier said tactfully: "Compared to Cecilia, you are indeed a little shorter, Your Highness."

Don't stop me, I really want to kill her!What a caring and good girlfriend!Person in charge?

Fortunately, Legolas just smiled indifferently, and asked Tauriel, "Are you coming to the banquet tonight?"

He's really just a little bit taller than me, the magnanimous His Royal Highness Legolas shouldn't care about me... right?

Tao Ruier nodded in agreement, then looked at me again, as if asking.

But Tao Zi, Legolas obviously just wants to know your answer alone, so what am I doing.

But I thought about it. The elves seem to like banquets very much. If they don’t go, it would be a bit out of place. Besides, I am really curious about what the elves’ banquets are like.

So I nodded too, but Legolas just didn't notice.

Tao Ruier actually smiled immediately, and almost without hesitation, he left the task of patrolling to Legolas, and directly dragged me home to choose clothes.

Although the "I" used to be a bit glamorous and noble, maybe this is also a direct manifestation of the owner of the object.But Tao Zi, can you not be so happy, didn't you hear Legolas' helpless and sad sigh?

Tao Ruier’s home is a small tree house built on a huge beech. It’s really not big. It’s so empty that it doesn’t even have a bed. There are only a few boxes, big and small. .

Fortunately, the dense forest is warm in winter and cool in summer, and the temperature difference between morning and evening is not big.

Tao Ruier dug out a long silver dress from a lot of boxes, and shook it in front of me, the star-like color almost blinded my eyes.

She looked at me and smiled maliciously: "Cecilia, this is tailor-made for you."

I couldn't help but take a step back. Although the fabric looks very cool, I can't compliment her craftsmanship in making clothes, like a bed sheet with a few random stitches in a very creative way - besides I don't want to know at all what kind of radiance this big piece of silver is hanging on me.

"Cecilia." Tauriel approached me, her eyes were fixed, and I couldn't help but mourn for Legolas.

In the end, I still put on this silver glitter, because the strong force value from the previous time travel was not brought over, and since I am menopausal, I was put into various shameful poses by Tauriel like a helpless and weak girl.

At this moment, my heart almost collapsed.

At this moment, I finally understood a little bit of Alex's sadness at the beginning of that night.

But it doesn't matter, I found a hair band that Taurier didn't use, and tied it directly around the waist, finally making the sack show some feminine and graceful design sense, and I also found a pin to fix the cuffs slightly , It also looks a bit like a Greek goddess.

Fortunately, I have read a few chapters on the history of ancient clothing, and Tao Ruier's skills are probably highlighted in the combat column.

Then I stretched out my evil claws to Tauriel, don't ask me why she didn't resist, my pitiful little eyes can be resisted by humans - of course elves can't.

I first untied Tao Ruier's braid, smoothed her hair with a little dew, and then wrapped her long hair from bottom to top with a few cloth strips to fix it. I made a simple hair curler that doesn't hurt her hair , It's just like that.

Although in the end I helped her braid her front bangs back under Taurier's strong protest, but I believe Legolas will thank me, because I helped Taurier change into a blue-gray long hair The skirt, of course, is not the "masterpiece" of Tao Ruier himself, but the craftsmanship of "me".

As the chief maid of the Elf King, her tailoring skills are already at full capacity.

This also confirms this relationship between girlfriends from the side. Both of them actually prepared clothes made by themselves for each other.

I asked Tauriel, "How does it feel?"

Tao Ruier held his breath, his face grim: "Don't you think your waist is a little tight?"

I looked at the hair tie around my waist and replied strangely: "I don't think so, it will fall if it is too loose."

Tao Ruier rolled his eyes at the sky and didn't want to talk to me at all.