this king; that king

In the evening, Ye Song’s master and servant were notified by the light bulb to go to the upstairs hall for dinner. The light bulb also said very seriously that the king didn’t like to entertain long-term guests with banquets, so the food was relatively ordinary, and it was good for them to pay attention to the cleanliness of their clothes.

Ye Song was dressed in dark blue British-style casual clothes. Before going out, he carefully looked at his tall and well-proportioned figure and sunny and heroic face in front of the floor-to-ceiling mirror, grinned, and walked up the dark aisle with Morris.

Light Bulb was waiting by the side of the aisle, and when he saw the two people lower their heads slightly, he led them up the same pitch-black stairs.

"Really, why don't you turn on the light? It's just lighting candles. It shouldn't matter, right?" Ye Song could barely see clearly if he opened his eyes wide. If it wasn't for the reflection of gold-rimmed carpet and marble, he was really worried that he would fall. go upstairs.

"Your Majesty likes to be frugal in this respect. He doesn't want to turn on too many magic machines to light up the lights, and he doesn't want to waste candles." Turning his head around, Ye Song found that his red eyes were glowing, as if he had night vision ability.

Before Ye Song could reply, the light bulb stretched out his fingers and pushed the door at the end of the stairs. The extremely bright lights made Ye Song unable to open his eyes for a while.

"Please come in." The light bulb's hair seemed to have a metallic luster under the light.

This is a lobby paved with black and white floor tiles, surrounded by wood-carved gold mirrors and other objects, and the chandelier with porcelain shells is different from the conventional gold and silver, which has a special charm.In the hall, there is a long table with white cloth, two or three copper candlesticks, and complicated and strange patterns painted on the white porcelain tableware.On the large plate in the middle are two big roast geese with crispy skin decorated with onions, carrots and green onions. There is also a large plate of jelly, four bowls of fragrant soup, common items such as bread, and four glasses of red wine that are only half filled.

"...Isn't this the size of a small banquet for ordinary wealthy households..." Ye Song and Morris sat at the designated seats, looking at the flower table on the porcelain, they were very similar but slightly different, as if they were hand-painted.

"The patterns are all drawn by your majesty when you have nothing to do." Light bulb explained appropriately, "except for the cook, only me and your majesty live in this castle, and your majesty is also boring."

"Although it is a banquet-sized portion, the dishes are not as good as home-cooked dishes." A naughty but still serious voice sounded from behind the opposite door, and Ye Song immediately recognized that it was the king coming.

The light bulb opened the door, and the king was wearing a black robe embroidered with gold. The design with wide sleeves and mopping the floor seemed to be a bit of a Chinese style, and he didn't wear anything on his head. Ye Song found that the king had long black hair, neatly tied into a single ponytail Hanging down to the waist, some short bangs protruded out of the mask.

The king took his seat and began to eat.

Everyone chatted about the world, and also talked about the daily life. Ye Song found that the king's words were a bit sharp, and he didn't give others face.

Naturally, the most unpredictable thing is that face. Ye Song’s curiosity sometimes overrides the rules, especially when the king’s mask is lifted a little when eating, Ye Song always glances at it from the corner of his eye, but he can’t see anything. .

The king found that no matter how much the topic was discussed, Ye Song's eyes would still sneak glances at his mask, and he couldn't help being a little annoyed. When he was about to eat, the king suddenly changed his tone and said coldly: "Ah, you know the person I hate the most. Which one is it?"

"I don't know, Your Majesty." Ye Song raised his head, as if he was a little afraid of the change in the king's attitude, which made the king even more sullen, and he raised his voice and replied: "I hate what I don't want to say, but I have to do it secretly. A person who pretends to be nothing but pretends to be nothing!"

After speaking, he hesitated but quickly put his hand on the mask, suppressing the fear that made his head sweat, and took off the mask pretending to be calm.

Ye Song was obviously frightened. The king was very satisfied with his reaction, but he kept his head down and didn’t dare to lift it up. For the first time in more than 200 years, he felt so stupid, but he didn’t know how to make it up, because no outsider had talked with him for a long time. Having said that, as a royal family, he is naturally good at talking, and he can probably feel Ye Song's frankness. This kind of frank attitude towards him makes him inexplicably uncomfortable, and it is difficult to use the skill of turning around leisurely.

Finally the king gritted his teeth and raised his head.

Some morbidly bluish complexion makes the skin dull, coupled with extremely unmatched thick eyebrows, the high bridge of the nose is completely destroyed by the oversized nose, the lips are gray with little blood color, and the teeth can only be called clean. Not innocent.A pair of big and bright dark brown eyes with slightly upturned outer corners make up for some defects. The soft eyelashes and the unfathomable pupils as dark as ink pools carry a gloomy but warm aura, even if you stare at him coldly. Ye Song didn't feel the fear when wearing a mask at all, but a strange feeling of seeing people's hearts.

"Anyway, we're going to live together for two years, so it's better to let you see enough." The king raised his mouth and smiled awe-inspiringly, and raised his head to hide the warmth in his eyes.

"...It's not ugly..." Ye Song was a little surprised, looked at it for a few seconds, and said involuntarily, suddenly realized that he had said something wrong, and hurriedly corrected him: "Ah, no, Your Majesty is handsome and handsome..."

"That's enough!" The king's voice turned from a slightly flattering air to a gloomy and cold voice in an instant, "Tomorrow will start the class as scheduled, and take care of the extra words for me...Little fool!" After finishing speaking, he stood up coldly and turned his head away left through the gate.

"Excuse me." Light Bulb stood up and followed.

Morris and Ye Song looked at each other, a little puzzled and wanting to laugh.

"Your Majesty...! Didn't you say that I will find a suitable time for you to take off the mask? Why did you suddenly..." The light bulb lit a candle and handed it to the king.

"...I don't know! That database is definitely wrong, this kind of strange guy... I hate him, anyway, it's not bad, don't worry about it, I'll go to the study for a while, don't follow, go prepare Bath water." The king tried his best to keep his tone calm and elegant, gently untied his hair and waved his hands, saluted the light bulb, and stepped back.

Early the next morning, Ye Song woke up abruptly. He couldn't remember if he was dreaming. The luxurious but very warm room around him gave him a strong sense of strangeness. The style, decoration, smell, touch and air of the room made him feel strange. He felt a strange feeling, and he understood that it was the discomfort of leaving a familiar environment.

He looked out of the large French windows framed in black wood, only to realize that it wasn't just because of leaving home.A pinch or two of distinctly colored smoke floated up from the window from time to time, and the smell of the smoke was a bit weird but no different from the air, which seemed to have the effect of waking people up.

The sun was just right, and not long after rising, Ye Song got out of bed and looked out from the balcony. The imperial garden was several times larger than he imagined. The appropriate amount of decoration and artificial landscape made the imperial garden look neat and delicate. Song stretched vigorously in the early morning sunlight.

"Hey, little brother! No matter what you do, you have to be ashamed! You are barely 'living together' with His Majesty the King, how can you let His Majesty see your naked body and some unattractive obscene organ!" Lou There was a joking cry from below.

Ye Song blushed, and looked down. The light bulb was in the garden, wearing a simple waiter uniform, and using a strange oven to create smoke. It seemed that he had calculated the time to wake Ye Song up.

"What the hell is cohabitation! There are four people living here! There is also a cook!" Ye Song casually grabbed a set of casual clothes and put them on.

"Your dog and I are not human! The cook doesn't count, he lives on the other side of the imperial garden, far away!" The light bulb was deliberately turned on, and a large cloud of black and yellow smoke unceremoniously engulfed Ye Song. After choking, Ye Song clicked his tongue in dissatisfaction, made a contemptuous gesture towards the light bulb, turned and went back to the room.

Morris usually slept late, Ye Song didn't bother him, and went to the designated place by himself.

The roses were well prepared, they came in various colors, most of them were just buds, Ye Song looked around, but he didn't see the king's figure.

Bulb came out of the flowers unexpectedly, grinned, picked up a piece of paper and slapped it on Ye Song's back, and then ran away suddenly.All this happened so quickly that Ye Song was taken aback. When he stood on tiptoe and turned around, he just saw the hole drawn by the light bulb disappear in front of his eyes.

"...Scared me to death..." Ye Song took off the paper with his backhand, and there was a neat and delicate paragraph of feminine characters on it, and he also drew a few lifelike Shiba Inu with a pen, and made a funny expression at him.The contents of the note are as follows:

The king is not free now, you boil the water in the fountain as soon as possible, and then loosen the soil for the flowers in the entire garden.

Ye Song was a little confused, not knowing the king's intentions, confused and at a loss, and found something like a hoe next to him, so he began to loosen the soil and water and weeds, and carefully cut the branches for Qiangwei.Then he took the boiler, struck a match, lit the hay, and began to boil the water scooped up from the fountain.

When the water was about to boil, Ye Song suddenly felt a strong murderous intent and cold air behind him, he stood up abruptly and drew out his saber and turned his head to block, blocking three whistling air currents with great precision.

"Hmph, the guy who only has a slight advantage in sixth sense and reaction ability." A sulky boyish voice accused him in a slightly soft tone.

Ye Song calmed down and saw that the king was wearing a black-brown soft silk dress, covered with dark gold tulle, and loosely tied around his waist was a prayer rope of the same style that you would only see in a shrine. Expressionlessly playing with the airflow with one hand, he gnawed on the chocolate strawberry bread with the other.

"I did as you said! There's no need to hit me!?" Ye Song put away his sword, put his hands on his hips and objected unceremoniously.

"It's true that you followed suit, but that's why I gave you a little wind." The king walked towards him very upright, but his upper body was posed casually, "Take care of flowers without wind elements and Earth elemental spells, fire elemental spells for things like boiling water are unreasonable, you are all unqualified." The king smiled smugly.

"I didn't know you told me to use spells, the tools are right there!" Ye Song argued.

"Why... the presence of tools means using them?" The king suddenly changed into a cold, deep voice, which made Ye Song a little puzzled, "People in the world are easily confused by thinking and appearances that are taken for granted. Just For example, I look ugly, but my heart..."

The king suddenly laughed like a child again, paused, and then said: "The heart is even more wicked and obscene!"

Ye Song was about to complain about the king, but the king returned to his normal state before he could speak to him, and said, "When you came here just now, you walked and didn't fly, and with your reaction just now, you don't know the elements of wind, fire, or earth. Spells, you didn’t use spells when blocking, and you know the water temperature better, so you should be a relatively weak guy among the practitioners of water elemental spells. A place, yes?"

"...Yes." Ye Song didn't expect the king to say so much in one breath, he calmed down and asked, "What else do you know about me?"

"Hee hee, that's too much!" The king suddenly moved his face closer, and Ye Song was frightened again.The king seemed to be more than ten centimeters shorter than him, but he still reached out his hand and hooked his chin and replied mischievously: "I know you are the second son in the family. You like to turn around and drool at night. You don't eat ginger and coriander. I have always mistakenly thought that my hair on the side is very handsome when combed, and I am speechless about my character and appearance, and..." The king approached Ye Song, and gently sniffed his neck, "The smell on your body is different from the general alpha. Same."

"Smells like rotten apple cores rotting in a sewer full of pollution and garbage!" The king suddenly jumped away, laughing.

"Hey! Is it too much?!" Ye Song was a little dissatisfied.

"Listen well, I don't teach you how to practice, but only spells. Just do what I said and meditate on the ground every day." After the king finished his last bite, he pointed to a piece of grass next to him. Sit down where you pointed your fingers and close your eyes.

"Hey, open your eyes! You're not an ascetic, what are you doing!" The king's voice came from above his head, and Ye Song felt a soft fist hit his head.

"...So why do you keep beating me..." Ye Song opened his eyes obediently and relaxed his posture.

"Pain will wake people up!" The king put his fists on his hips.

"It doesn't hurt at all..." Ye Song rolled his eyes, the king's expression darkened for a moment, and then returned to the original, but the disappointment was still faintly visible, and it was true that he tried his best to fight, but he was told that he didn't feel it. No one will be happy.

"Sit cross-legged, keep your back straight, put your hands wherever you want, raise your head and adjust your breath, mobilize the mana of the water element to flow from the soles of your feet to the top of your head, and then flow back. You can sit until every pore feels cool. Get up." The king commanded crisply, curling his fingers.Ye Song began to meditate according to what the king said, watching every move of the king.

After trying for about 5 minutes, Ye Song's legs started to go numb. He looked at the king who had already eaten three or four chocolate puddings and stared at him provocatively, and asked, "Why don't you feel anything? Sit here?"

"Change the direction of the magic power in your body from the output direction, so that you can get used to the spellcasting methods of those old men who have practiced for 70 to 30 years!" The king twisted his hand casually, made a glass of apple juice and took a big sip, "The so-called realization of this The Tao knows all the tricks, and the average person knows how to ventilate through all the tricks. At least a dozen panacea will be poured into them, and they will have to practice spells for more than [-] years. If you are lucky, it only takes a few months to meditate. Thank you, this is more than a hundred Years of experimental results are unique!"

"Oh..." Although Ye Song didn't understand the theory of hundred orifices at all, it sounded very powerful, so he obediently followed the king's instructions.

After sitting for about half an hour, Ye Song's legs became numb and dizzy. He felt that he couldn't hold on anymore, and looked at the king with a bitter face. His facial expression hasn't changed a bit.

"Woo..." Ye Song gritted his teeth, he didn't know how long he would have to endure it, not to mention the chill, the first sun and trying to keep his back straight made him almost die of heat, the king seemed to see his discomfort , seemed to hold a smile and walked up to him with a book and said, "Actually...you can use water to unblock the meridians by yourself to reduce fatigue..."

Ye Song felt a little inexplicably annoyed, so it would have been better if he had said earlier!He didn't speak, he circulated the network silently, calmed down and continued to meditate.

At this time, he glanced at the book in the king's hand, and his face suddenly burned up. The book contained some details about the sex in the bed, with professional and easy-to-understand words and sentences, vivid and wretched, and even detailed descriptions. over illustration.Ye Song stared at the book involuntarily, his heartbeat accelerated, and his body began to sweat again.

The king pretended not to notice that his whole body was reacting violently, lifted up the book and read each word with a gentle and calm voice without expression.

"Hmm..." Ye Song heard the strange words, his body still felt the water flowing and friction caused by the transport of magic power, his brain froze, and his heart was restless. After the king finished reading a paragraph, he suddenly stopped and laughed loudly at him. up.

"Umm hahahaha! Poor! It couldn't be more fun!"

After finishing speaking, he put down the book, and was about to pick up the apple pie and bite it down, when there was a roar from behind, and a strong hormonal smell filled the air, Ye Song rushed up from behind like a wild beast, and pressed the king to the ground, his eyes full It's chaotic.

"Hmph! Talent is good, you reacted so quickly!" The king spread his hands and chanted a spell, a cold light flashed from the king's eyes, and a cold wind blew head-on, sending Ye Song flying away and falling into the fountain pool .

Ye Song shuddered, and the falling drops of water stuck his hair and eyebrows into bunches. He lost consciousness for a moment, so nothing happened, right?

By the way, just now...was it in heat?I've never heard of an alpha being in heat and losing consciousness?Ye Song raised his hands that were soaked in the cold water, and after a few movements, he stood up quickly.

The king straightened his clothes, stepped forward and said, "Sit down and try your luck."

Ye Song sat down obediently, and began to get lucky. Within 30 seconds, a chill burst out of the pores of his body. The coldness made it difficult for him to adapt, and his trembling body caused ripples in the pool.

"Okay, you can stand up now." The king smiled and threw him a bath towel and a comb. "Wrap it up so you don't catch a cold. Take care of your kelp-like hair!"

"...What did you do to me just now?" Ye Song came out of the sink and dried his hair with a towel.

"Water elemental mages tend to be distracted when their luck is unstable. Opening the orifice requires a process of insanity and then purification, and estrus is the fastest way to become insane. Now you can open the orifice when the physical activity is intense, and practice again. It will be free to manipulate after a while." The king took out a napkin to wipe off the mouth that Ye Song had soiled from eating while he was unconscious, and burned it with a pinch.

"...you were blowing wind at me just now and now you're lighting it up again...what kind of spell do you major in..." Ye Song wrapped a bath towel to cover the looming flesh under the wet clothes.

"Me? I know Feng Shui, Fire, Earth, and physical spells. I don't know which one I'm majoring in." The king started to walk around Ye Song, as if he was sizing up his figure with critical eyes.

"...wouldn't it be overloaded or messed up after learning so much?" Ye Song was a little unbelievable, the seemingly stupid king was proficient in everything.

"Oh, do you care about my body so much?" The king suddenly stepped forward and hooked Ye Song's chin, tiptoed his lips close to Ye Song's ears, poked his abdominal muscles lightly with one hand, and said leisurely and tactfully: "For It's most effective to hook up with a little virgin like you who can't touch anything but is very comfortable!"

"...Please don't touch me!" Ye Song's instinctive disgust made him take a step back, and he tried his best to hide his disgust. The king seemed to be absent-minded for a moment, and then he smiled coldly and turned his head. Go: "Don't take it seriously, idiot! From now on, you can just meditate every morning, and I will let you know if there are other tasks!" After speaking, he snapped his fingers, and the light bulb appeared next to him, and the two teleported away.

"What does His Majesty think of him?" Bulb asked.

"He seems to be pretty good, he can make jokes, and he is more optimistic, but I still don't have any special feelings for him-he seems to value his face." The king rolled his eyes, "But I just need to seduce him every day and make him angry. Seeing the expression on his face that he hates me but can't leave, he is my apprentice after all, so he has to punish this guy who judges people by appearance!"

The author has something to say:

In fact, I wrote the face of the king according to myself!so it's a mary sue story um w

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