this king; that king

The king decided to inform Ye Song that he was ready to go. He didn't want to wake up the snoring bulb snoring in his nest, so he changed his clothes and decided to walk around to Ye Song's room from the gate.

The sunshine around nine o'clock is excellent, the blue and translucent sky is extremely pure, and the snow-white clouds are swimming in groups, and a touch of gray is blurred on the backlit side.

The king let out a long sigh of relief and relaxed his tense nerves. He has been obsessed with the status of king for too long, and it is rare to be "Jin" once. Why don't you go out for a walk with Mo Le.

"Fortunately, you're fine!" A soft male voice came from outside the door.

When the king turned his head, Moller and a man were talking outside the gate of the mansion. The king decided to wait for them to finish talking by the wall before asking Moller, so he leaned against the wall and played with his nails.

"I made you worry, but I'm unscathed!" Mo Le's voice came.

"That's good, then I'll go back, pay attention to your body." Another man said.

"Hey, wait!" Mo Le stopped the man.

A short silence followed.

"You know me, you know that I'm not a person who likes power," Moller said, "but I finally decided to get property and office—there's a reason for that."

The king stopped the movement of his hands, he felt strong anxiety, he wanted to walk away, but it was too late, the words still pierced into his ears.

"Because in this way I can give you a happy life without worrying about food and clothing." Moller's tone was serious but with a smile. "Now I can finally muster up the courage to marry you. I want to tell everyone that my wife is the best in the world. The most beautiful person!"

The king trembled violently, and he felt his own heartbeat, which gradually became clearer and clearer, like the death knell sounded for himself by a person whose life had ended before the god of death came.

Originally, the king just wanted to protect Mo Le from being bullied out of the understanding of being a bastard. He didn't expect Mo Le to seriously say that he wanted to seize the inheritance.The king has always wondered where Moller's determination came from, but it looks like all his problems have been resolved today.

How could he hear such things early in the morning!The king laughed to himself inwardly.

Of course the king knew very well that he liked Moller because of the shadow of his old friend, so it would never last long, but he never expected that he would be a loser from the beginning.

Exclamations of joy and excitement came from the other side of the wall, and the king knew the other party's reaction without even looking.

The more he felt that he was being played around by Jason and Jason's shadow but there was nothing he could do, the more the king trembled. Isn't this fate trampling on his dignity!Suddenly he felt that he cared too much about his self-esteem, and that a conceited person would definitely not be able to become a wise king, so he raised his hand and slapped himself hard, and taught himself in a low voice and harshly: "Brainless guy! Ugly people do more tricks!"

Thinking of his own ugliness, he almost cried, but he had to force himself to recognize the reality, fantasies are wrong, and he must not have any associations other than factual inferences!

In order to beat himself further, the king freed himself from his conceit. He took out his glasses, put them on, and looked out the door. The two were kissing.

His eyes widened with horror and grief when he saw the face of Moller's sweetheart.

The smile blooming on that beautiful face is like the warm sun in early spring, so similar in appearance but not in appearance, the king almost thought he was the same person as 200 years ago.

Against his will, the king used a sneer to suppress the look of loneliness: the people of this clan all fell down on the same kind of person!You can go back and make a questionnaire on public aesthetic changes!

"There will be an engagement banquet the day after tomorrow, what do you think?" Moller asked.

The man blushed shyly and nodded.

The red-eyed young man by the door acted as if he hadn't seen anything. It only took a few seconds to wipe off the complicated look on his face, put his glasses away neatly, and went to find his apprentice as usual .

Compared with "Jin", it is true that "King" is more suitable to live in this world.

Moller was looking for a tailor to see the size and style of the dress, and was extremely satisfied with the wine red one, when there was a knock on the door.

"Hey! Brother!" Mo Le opened the door, and Ye Song greeted him.

Seeing the king beside Ye Song, Mo Le's expression froze for a while, and the king guessed that maybe he had discovered that he had eavesdropped.

"Good afternoon." Moller replied.

"It's completely like a big family!" The king looked at Mo Le's body movements and praised, "We're here to tell you - we have to set off early tomorrow morning, and we have something to do."

Once again, Mo Le showed a frozen expression for a moment, and lowered his head slightly. The king couldn't help but began to suspect that he was actually a very scheming person, but he was just not good at hiding his expression.

"There will be my engagement banquet the day after tomorrow, are you really not going to go before leaving?" Mo Le raised his head and asked, the king noticed that he was looking at Ye Song instead of himself.

"No, I can't stay in Changyuan for too long." The king replied, seeing that Mo Le still didn't look at him directly, he immediately shut up, feeling a little chilled in his heart.

"It's only two days - at least have a drink with me before we talk about it, you guys have made great contributions!" Mo Le said with a smile.

"Ah Jin, why don't you stay?" Ye Song interjected without waiting for the king's answer.

The king was annoyed at Ye Song's ignorance of current affairs, but he couldn't push it any further, so he had to agree.

On the day of the engagement banquet, the newlyweds wore formal attire and accepted the blessings and toasts from all the guests. The Bania mansion was decorated gorgeously and elegantly. Under the morning sun, white and pure silk ribbons and lace tulle were hung around to symbolize the beauty of marriage. , the rose ball symbolizes loyalty and enthusiasm.

"It's really lively. Compared with the palace, this decoration is even worse." The king sat in the corner and sighed.

"Your Majesty never attends banquets, how can it be so lively!" The light bulb squatting on his lap laughed.

"Come on, even 200 years ago, I wasn't that interested in going to Jason's house to watch his wedding." The king smiled wryly, "Today is just a show."

"If His Majesty gets married, the whole country will have to hang these white things!" Light Bulb said.

"Come on, who cares about being old and ugly? Besides, I don't need to get married. The Nameless Country is still rich." When the king talked about the country, there was an unconcealable pride in his eyes.

Ye Song and Morris were chatting aside, and the king asked, "Did you have a good time?"

"The food here is delicious!" Ye Song said bluntly.

"Of course I also enjoy the atmosphere of engagement," Morris said, "but does it really matter if I become a human?"

"It doesn't matter!" The king waved his hand, "If the magic power was easy to be discovered, I wouldn't make such an unsure decision to allow you to transform into a human form. It's rare to have a banquet, and only by transforming into a human form can you enjoy human fun! Besides, everyone is talking about it. No one will pay attention to gossip."

That beautiful man looked very eye-catching to the king, but he couldn't think of anything that could compare to him when he was jealous, so he could only give up and drink red wine because he couldn't drink well.

"Your Majesty, don't drink too much." Bulb reminded.

"It's not that I don't know how to measure. How can I drink ten or twenty bottles without stopping!" the king rolled his eyes.

Moller accompanied him for a round of drinks, and when he saw his wife chatting happily with friends, he sneaked out.

After a while, a servant came to the king: "Sir, the master wants to talk to you."

"Brother? Is he looking for something?" The king stood up, "Ye Song, maybe it's a thank you gift for us."

"Really? Then I'll go over and take a look." Ye Song put down the pancakes and wanted to go with them.

"Hey—the master said to tell this young man to go alone."

Ye Song glanced at the king suspiciously, and the king returned his similar look, and then followed in the direction of the gate in a daze.

"Morris, you are eating, I'll follow behind to see, in case something happens to Ah Jin and it's inconvenient to reveal my identity, I can help." Ye Song said and ran over secretly.

"I'll go." Light Bulb said.

"It's more important for you to rest and catch your breath!" Ye Song turned around and said, waving his hands and ran into the corridor.

Because the underground palace used to store official certificates is very exquisite, Moller has hired people to clean up and repair the underground building, turn on the lights and electrify it, and form the underground floor of the Bania Mansion. The side road is convenient for workers to enter and exit, but no one is working on the engagement day.

Mo Le met the king in the passage, and Ye Song slipped in from the side passage and waited.

The king came to Mo Le, who was facing away from him, with a straight face and a smile. Seeing that he was silent, he started the conversation happily: "The engagement banquet is very grand! Is there anything in particular you want to say to me?"

Mo Le paused before turning back, his expression was cold and stiff, and the stern eyes shocked the king's heart.He reached out and handed a piece of paper to the king.

Even if the king was burned to ashes, he could still tell that it was Jason's handwriting. He closed his mouth, but took a light breath. He could hear his heartbeat, and he could feel the slight agitation inside his body.

There was only one line on the paper: Jin, you came in after all.

The king remembered that he had written to Jason never to set foot in his palace.

It turns out that Jason's last words and ancestral precepts at the beginning were all for letting him come in again?Jason knew that if he went to the palace to steal something, he would be arrested. Jason knew his way of being a king. Jason knew that he would interrogate himself. What kind of thing, but Jason didn't expect that nearly 200 years had passed since this day.

Everything, from the beginning to the present, he has been living in Jason's shadow and calculations!

So what is he?A narrow-minded person, a stubborn and extreme person, a person who thinks he is smart but can't match a small last word!

A sudden realization and the collapse of self-defense hit the king's brain, his vision became blurred, and he was afraid that he would cry in front of Mo Le.

Moller?

The king raised his head in amazement, and his eyes met Moller's merciless gaze.

"Did you find out?" Moller said.

The king was speechless.

"You seem to hate lies, I just want you to answer me a question honestly," Moller's tone remained unchanged, "Before you heard that I wanted a necklace in the palace, you seemed a little emotional; you did it to me. A small immobilization spell made me feel very sorry and even cried; your spells are very powerful, not only can you teach Ye Song, but you can also defeat a hundred with one; you seem to not know the way, but you can tell the secret of the underground palace The wiring is also the structure of my home; more importantly - Ye Song, he sometimes calls you A Jin."

The king had thought for a long time that maybe one day his identity would be discovered, but when this day came, he couldn't calm down at all and began to breathe heavily.

"Tell me, who are you?" Mo Le looked at the king, he didn't want to hear the guessed answer from the boy's mouth.

But reality never takes the time people want.

Just like when the king took off his mask back then, the machine raised its head neatly, with no tears in its eyes, and replied in a calm tone with a slightly piercing smile: "It's my name, but now... people from all over the Wuming Kingdom , generally addressing me as 'His Majesty the King'."

"King...Your Majesty..." Moller shook his head lightly, then sneered distortedly, "Why did you do this? Why did you help me? Did you abandon my great-grandfather and come back to see my jokes?" ? What are we to you...?!"

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The shit is finally over