this king; that king

The king still did not put down the knife, his body and expression were as indifferent as a lifeless machine.

"Ah Jin..." Ye Song tentatively called out slowly.

The king seemed to realize something, his body shook, but he refused to put down the knife.

Ye Song gently held the king's soft hand, and signaled him with a little force that he could feel at ease.

Feeling the warmth, the king reflexively took a step back, dropped the knife with a bang, but his expression did not change. He touched a handkerchief to one side, and slowly wiped his eyes while looking around, as if to wipe his eyesight back .

"Ye Song, take out the things!" The light bulb behind reminded in a low voice.

Ye Song took a step forward, took out a long white scarf from his backpack, slowly wrapped it around the king's neck, and pulled it neatly, and said with a smile: "Your birthday has passed long ago, but It doesn't prevent me from giving you another scarf, happy birthday, Jin."

The king's mouth twitched slightly from the beginning, and then opened slightly, taking a long breath.His eyes looked left and right, and finally turned in the direction of Yeon-sung, whom he couldn't see.

Suddenly the king's nose twitched, and he punched Ye Song, accompanied by sharp shouts and big tears: "Why are you! Why did you come to me...! I alone... can settle everything! You What should I do if something goes wrong? I will be responsible even if I am blind! I will be responsible! Woo... go back!"

Ye Song simply hugged the king tightly in his arms, and gently rubbed the king's head: "Why do you always try to be brave?"

"I'm already strong!" The king struggled desperately, "Help, save... save me!"

"Okay, okay, you are Mao, you are Mao." Ye Song let go of his hand and led the king to the light bulb.

"What nonsense? Who said His Majesty Mao is going to go blind?" Bulb immediately squatted down and looked into the king's eyes. "This is just a side effect of the medicine, and it will be visible in a few days."

"Then it would be better for us to stay in this town until Ah Jin recovers? Aren't we going to see the textile industry and the situation of the city tower?" Ye Song asked.

"It's not necessary... I can just find a way to go out alone on the return journey. The trip must not be delayed." The king stopped sobbing and was about to leave, but he bumped into Morris's chest and screamed in pain.

"I agree with the young master's idea." Morris looked at the king helplessly.

"No, the sooner we finish our inspection, the sooner we can return to the capital." The king wiped his nasal nose, but still refused to budge.

"Is there anything urgent to do? Didn't you bring all the official documents?" Ye Song asked.

"No... But I just don't want to waste time, I want to go back and stay, this is the highest criterion." The king said every word.

"Your code of conduct is really sui generis..." Ye Song sighed, "Come on, you just stay here, and I'll take care of it so that you don't feel like wasting your time at all."

The king did not agree, but silently turned around and took the hand extended by the light bulb, walked into the passageway, and said after a while: "It's up to you."

"Your Majesty usually scolds him because he thinks he is frivolous?" Light Bulb asked in a low voice.

"I don't know..." the king shook his head, "Ye Song looks...a bit like a good guy."

"Your Majesty is too easily shaken." Bulb replied.

"My indecision is not necessarily a fault at such a time," the king replied, "Thinking, doubting, and vacillating can reduce a lot of losses."

"Your Majesty has the ability to say a lot of rational words, but why does he act without reason at all?" Bulb asked.

"My brain and heart are not in the same style at all," the king rolled his eyes even when he couldn't see it. "My brain is a steampunk that runs fast, but what about my heart? Every day is like a carnival."

"The officers and soldiers will be here soon, and this gang of bandits will be dealt with without a leader." The light bulb turned to report the business.

"After we're done, ask the mayor to write me a report on the battle situation, and tell him again that the bandit seems to be in collusion with someone in the town, find out and deal with it according to law." The king subconsciously grasped even tighter, perhaps out of fear. slip.

"Ah Jin." Ye Song's voice came from behind.

"Huh?" The king slightly tilted his head in Ye Song's direction.

"The city lord and the mayor all know your true identity, so..."

"Of course it's not good," the king answered very simply, "but hiding it from everyone is not good for handling affairs and reviewing. Besides, they haven't seen my face. I always wear a mask when I inspect the tower."

Ye Song didn't speak again.

"I didn't expect you to be quite good," said the king.

"Huh?...What?" Ye Song was a little surprised. The king didn't seem to praise him directly like this often, and there seemed to be a hint of a smile in the king's tone.

"If you have anything to say, you will directly ask. And you are very careful, and you will find many small details. Sometimes although you do some enthusiastic and useless work, such as the outdated scarf just now, it does not affect you and let me improve. Good impression." The king stopped and stretched out his hand to explore Ye Song's direction, all the way up, and finally rubbed Ye Song's head fiercely, "Okay, it's clear!"

Ye Song lowered his head lightly so that the king could knead it more smoothly. The king's expression showed momentary stiffness and fear, and he suddenly smiled and said, "I like honest and careful people the most, why don't you marry me and go home?" ?”

The king couldn't see Ye Song's expression, Ye Song didn't answer, and kept his head down for the king to rub it.

The king was stunned, his right hand stopped first, then retracted bit by bit, and finally trembling with his left hand on his chest, he lowered his head and said calmly, "You are different from usual, you didn't avoid it. .”

Ye Song still didn't speak, he didn't know what to answer, he didn't know why, he didn't want to escape at all just now.

"I've said it before... don't pity me." The king seemed to have a long sigh in his words, his tone had completely returned to the temperature of ice, he turned his head, grabbed the light bulb and slowly walked out of the passage.

The king is really a little nervous to suspect that others feel pity for him. Thinking of this, Ye Song shook his head and walked out of the passage.

Because he couldn't see anything, the king, who used to paint anytime and anywhere, didn't even take out his pen, simply washed his body and put on a loose dark purple velvet long coat, fell on the bed, rolled around for a while, and then took a nap.

"Thank you, Jin." Ye Song took the quilt from the light bulb and covered the king who was sleeping on the bed.

"I didn't expect it to be solved so easily..." Bulb held his chin thoughtfully, "The bandits here are notoriously cunning, how could they be so cowardly..."

"It doesn't matter if you don't care about these things." Ye Song looked at the king's long hair lying on the side of the pillow, feeling a little sour in his heart, "It's good that Ah Jin comes back, it's good to be back..."

"Are you really worried about His Majesty or is it because of me..." The light bulb didn't look in Ye Song's direction, but stared straight out of the window.

"Is it all?" Ye Song was also puzzled, "I thought Ah Jin was unreasonable before, but just now he suddenly became crazy towards me, and I felt for a moment that Ah Jin needed my care... I I don’t know if I’m really just pitying him as he said.”

Bulb hooked the corners of his mouth, but didn't speak.

The next day, he received a letter from the mayor, and the bandits were finally wiped out. After waking up from his afternoon nap, the king nodded in satisfaction after listening to the light bulb reading the letter. The bacon and egg sandwich took a bite from the boss: "Well, I am indeed the number one delicious lazy cook in China, and I am too accurate in the direction of the scent."

"What do you think, Your Majesty?" Bulb asked.

"How do you see it? How can I see it now?" the king asked sharply.

"I'm serious," Light Bulb said, "Didn't the mayor take down the village several times before? Why did he take it down so quickly this time? When we went to the rescue, we didn't see any well-equipped people at all. "

"This... I don't know, I didn't do anything anyway."

"How does Your Majesty want to reply? I will write it for you." Light Bulb said.

"No need...I'll write it myself, I can do it." Before Bulb could react, the king reached out to grab the letter paper, but he couldn't see it or didn't grab it, so he obediently stretched out his hand to let Bulb pass it to him with an aggrieved face.

The king wrote very slowly, sometimes biting the tip of the pen to think for a while, clapping his hands after finishing writing, folded the letter and handed it to the light bulb.

The light bulb read the serious but crooked words written on the letter, sighed, and was about to open the channel to send it out, but was stopped by Ye Song.

"Ah Jin," Ye Song took a look at the letter and said to the king, "Can I copy it for you again?"

"Are you saying that my handwriting is ugly?" The king immediately asked back.

The bulb was about to point it out tactfully, but Ye Song immediately replied: "You are writing with your eyes closed now, of course it doesn't look good!"

The bulb originally thought that the king would roll his eyes and tell Ye Song not to make noise, but he just said lightly: "Okay, I'll leave it to you."

Ye Song picked up the paper and pen, and blinked at the light bulb.The light bulb couldn't guess his intention for a while, so he could only let him do it.

Ye Song wrote for a while, then suddenly called out: "Ah Jin!"

"what?"

"What do you mean by... 'received a letter and told me about the situation'?"

"Fukouda? When did I write something like that..." the king asked puzzled, and then blushed suddenly, "I clearly wrote 'know'!"

"Then the next sentence...what does Wang Zaishen please, what does it mean?"

"Aren't you stupid!" The king almost died of embarrassment under the blanket, "Please investigate further! Why do you regard 'investigation' as 'luggage'!"

"One more sentence...the next sentence hahahaha!" Ye Song suddenly covered his stomach and laughed out loud, "There is something called 'Are they stupid among the people' in town!"

"The town! There are people! Collude with them!" The king was angry and wanted to laugh, jumped out of bed, groped, walked to the table, and arched Ye Song's forehead with his fingers, "Fuck you, your eyes are bigger than mine blind!"

Ye Song stretched out his hand and began to poke the king's waist, which made the king itch. He turned around and frantically guarded against invisible fingers, while laughing loudly, trying to push Ye Song's ass with his knee. Sweating profusely.

"Still poking me! Still poking!" the king taught with a grin.

"Okay, okay, stop poking." Ye Song withdrew his hand and rubbed the king's head, "Look, I just said that I won't bore you these few days."

The king suddenly realized that Ye Song was making him happy!He couldn't help thinking that this kind of person really made people have nothing to do with him.

"Oh, I can't see how scheming you are!" the king replied.

"I can't see that I'm so scheming either. You see, I've even used my scheming to coax you. Okay, hurry up and change your clothes. The sun comes out in the afternoon, and I'll take you shopping." Ye Song patted Patting the king on the shoulder, the latter smiled and nodded, and asked Ye Song to accompany him into the room to pick out clothes.

"You are really hardworking." Seeing the two of them turn into the cloakroom, Morris raised his head and said to the light bulb.

"Take care of His Majesty's hard work is a common thing." Bulb lowered his head and replied while playing with his nails.

"That's not what I'm talking about." Morris stared at the light bulb like a prey, "What did you say to my young master? Why did he treat the king so well for no reason? I don't want to guess, and I can't guess, but You have worked so hard to get my young master's idea, I have to take care of it."

"You're not bad, you're quite perceptive." The bulb's tone was exactly the same as when the king taught Ye Song a lesson, "However, it's not what you think. His Majesty has been a little bit unbearable recently because he hasn't had friends to chat with him for too long. I just It's just a familiar, and I still don't know much about human beings. Your Majesty is stubborn and nervous, and doesn't know how to get along with unfamiliar people. I can only see if Ye Song can get better."

"Is that all?"

"Of course it's more than that, but the rest is political affairs. Only the ruler can decide on the affairs between the two countries. We can't control it, can't we?" Light bulb smiled slightly.

Morris felt that it was a little fake, but he couldn't see any insincerity, so he could only stare again and stopped talking.