this king; that king

"I'm really pretentious, it's disgusting." The king shook his head indifferently.

"Pretentiously, it means that His Majesty likes him!" Bulb's face was full of approval, and his eyes were shining.

"It's not that serious. At most, I just think he's not bad." The king didn't think he liked him. "Even if it's true, I'll find a way to deal with it. How can I let you succeed, right?"

"What did your Majesty say?" Light Bulb sneered, "I can't watch you be lonely for the rest of your life."

"Unless you can pull me off my throne." The king snorted coldly and rolled his eyes mockingly.

"Your Majesty is sure that uncle is the prisoner?" Light Bulb asked.

"It wasn't him, it was the young man, the bandit leader." The king replied.

"Then His Majesty arrested Uncle on purpose just to tell Ye Song not to approach you? This is really pretentious." Light bulb said.

"It's good to know, let the officers and soldiers release the uncle, and then make sure his reputation is not damaged, thank you for your hard work." The king nodded and returned to the inn.

That whole night, the king and Ye Song didn't say a word to each other, but the two familiars chatted enthusiastically.

The king finally felt anxious, he should have told Ye Song in a more peaceful way, but this was the best way to ensure that there would be no repetitions, and it was hard for him to say something to himself.Seeing Ye Song coming and going in front of him, he felt genuinely embarrassed and unhappy.

At dusk the next day, the king found that his eyes were mostly healed. According to him, it was like "reducing to 500 degrees", and the light bulb felt that the king would be fully recovered that night.

This made the king so happy that he jumped three feet high, and forgot about the interrogation, the prisoner, Ye Song, etc., and hurriedly got into the fitting room, and carefully checked every suit of clothes in it. Appreciate it.

"Look at your majesty's joy, you still can't see clearly?" Light bulb smiled and walked into the fitting room.

"It doesn't matter, anyway, we can't miss the best time to put on clothes under heavy snow!" The king squatted down, opened the box full of coats, and picked them repeatedly.

"Ajin."

The king's eyes sank as soon as he heard these two words, like sparks falling into a pool, never to be seen again.

"Is there something wrong?" He replied, but without turning his head, he just pinched the buttons of his clothes steadily.

"Go for a walk with me after dinner." Ye Song stood at the door of the fitting room, holding the door frame with his hand.

"Why don't you practice your spells well, have you forgotten that you are my apprentice?" The king pressed the scarf Ye Song gave him into the bottom of the box, covering it peacefully on the outside and firmly on the inside.

"I'm not idle, I learned three sets of aggressive water knives last night." Ye Song clarified, to show that he didn't become lazy.

The king stopped talking. He felt that apart from his status as a master and apprentice, he really had nothing to command Ye Song. Besides, it would make people feel rude to refuse. This kind of alienation method was too obvious, and he couldn't be so hypocritical.

"Okay, I'll let the light bulb prepare thick clothes and follow." The king could only agree.

"No, just the two of us." Ye Song refused.

"...Where do you want to go?" The king realized his hesitation, and immediately dragged the subject.

"Lookout."

The king wanted to say no, but against his will he forced himself to nod.

"It's a deal?" Ye Song stretched out his little finger, "It's a lie that there are tofu residues and oily tofu residues in your mind."

"The king of a country, if you don't keep your promise, save me this set." The king sighed, shook his head, grabbed Ye Song's wrist to stand up, and went straight out of the fitting room.

The night comes quickly, the moon rises and the sun sets, the color of the air between the sky and the earth is like a drowsy pot of soup, hiding the watchtower on the top of the mountain in the snow-covered forest.After a while, Yunsheng, and light snow fell in succession, and two lonely figures appeared on the stone ladder going up the mountain.

"Are you tired, Jin? Take a break and drink some water?" Ye Song stretched out his hand to the panting king who fell behind.

"No, I won't be able to walk anymore if I stop now." The king brushed his hair, grabbed Ye Song's hand, and followed up with his sore legs.

"You're still stubborn, it looks like you're tired." Ye Song reached out to help the king straighten his messy hair, but was dodged skillfully.

"I think you asked me out just to trick me into climbing this broken mountain with you!" The king sighed dissatisfiedly, panting for breath and continuing to climb, "It's a shame that I dress so nicely!"

"It'll be there soon, take your time." Ye Song smiled helplessly.

The so-called "soon" is of course not true. When the two of them got on the observation deck, it was already night, the snow began to fall heavily, and the moon was hard to see.

The two leaned on the long iron railing, looking at the town lit up with thousands of lights under the snow flakes in the slight cold wind, the distant horizon was blurred into a veil by the dense dark blue, ethereal and uncertain.

"It's so beautiful." Ye Song sighed, took a long breath, and smiled lightly.

"The most beautiful thing I have is my country." The king smiled even more happily, and stretched out his palm to catch the snow.

Suddenly, the king found that his vision became clear. Within five seconds, he realized that his vision had recovered. He was still a little disappointed because he found that myopia had not been cured.

Ye Song secretly smiled, and slammed the water knife down the observation deck.

I saw a row of trees on the mountain trembling slowly one by one, as if something was being conveyed. In a short while, the main streets of the town all jumped out one after another with strings of flames, heading straight towards the Nine days rush forward, blowing up into a cloud of smoke and fireworks, one, two, ten, hundreds, colorful, and a hundred flowers bloom one after another, and the unpredictable colors are reflected in the crystal snow, illuminating the king's surprise and joy. Clear eyes.

The king remembered that a long time ago, Yan and Wan always sat with him on the tower of the capital, watching the fireworks of the celebration, like the ripples caused by the rain falling on the autumn pond, blooming non-stop.

"Jin, drink!" Yan raised the corner of his mouth and raised the wine glass that was shining with golden light.

"Ah... I don't drink, I get drunk easily." Jin declined.

"If the degree is very low, don't be afraid." Wanxian smiled and took a drink.

"Okay, then I'll come too." Jin took the glass and drank half of the wine.

Just when Wan started to pour the second cup, Jin suddenly hiccupped drunkenly, patted his head and said, "I'm so dizzy, my body is so hot... It feels like the road is covered with cotton candy..."

"Isn't it you? Get drunk after just one sip? Then how do you entertain those state banquets?!" Yan was surprised.

"It's all because of the light bulb!" Jin argued, "Forget it, but I'm just a little bit drunk... Let's sing a song! Let's sing our previous song... Why don't you set it as the theme song for our anniversary ?”

So the three of them sang like dogs barking at the fireworks, not afraid of losing their dignity and losing face to the Wang family.

"Ah Jin hasn't seen the fireworks on Shijing Street for a long time, right?" Ye Song gently stroked the hair on the back of the king's head.

"It's been a long time, really... a long time." The king lowered his head, with tears in his eyes, but they couldn't shed them.

"Yesterday you asked me 'Do you understand?', but I actually don't know how to answer you." Ye Song suddenly received the old bug, which made the king a little unhappy.

"For various reasons, I have to force myself to become another person. It is too difficult for me to feel disgusted. It is possible that I am indeed pitying you, or I don't completely regard you as a high-ranking king, but I I want to say—" He paused, "Just because I don't kneel down to you doesn't mean I don't respect you, and because I pity you doesn't mean I won't give you my true feelings. Most importantly, if someone asks me, if you are right What have I done or said? What will I do? I will answer without hesitation, 'Of course I will—forgive him right away', this is me, Jin."

The warmth of the other party in his hands has not yet dissipated, facing the sky full of snow and fireworks, the king is getting more and more unhappy, because he knows that he still can't ignore everything after all, this is what he hates Ye Song the most, no, exactly Said it was the place where I hated myself the most.

The king was unwilling to discover the hot feeling coming from his ears and face——he finally fell into the hands of this guy.

But the king immediately woke up, he shouldn't have such nasty thoughts, Alphas are all monsters who only look at their faces, this is their essence, or it should be said, this is the king subconsciously wearing them for self-protection. hat of.The King is well aware that not all Alphas are like this, but he has never been willing to change his most paranoid thoughts.

In the end, he came to the conclusion that since his heart can produce love, his brain should stop it.Because strictly speaking, the brain should control the heart, not the other way around.

The king's brain found a most suitable reason for himself: he was the king, and he was the envoy of the Eastern Kingdom, and he was called here for his own benefit.Extra stuff interferes with everything.

He suddenly realized, why did it become easier for him to think about the change in his attitude towards Ye Song?Because I have been afraid of what to do if I like him, the more I think about it, the easier it will become a reality.

Why does he keep worrying about this?Because the bulb has been joking with himself that he likes him.In fact, the light bulb seems to have something to do with it. It seems that the light bulb has been matching them many times. Is it really a scheming?What is the purpose of a light bulb?

"Ah Jin?" Ye Song thought he was dumbfounded watching the fireworks, and shook his hand, hoping he could give an answer.

"Hmm..." The king frowned fiercely, blushed suddenly, shook off Ye Song's hand and said, "I see, I'm actually quite surprised, you are more pure than expected. If you have anything to say or ask in the future, just say it if you think I can hear it, and I will try to guard you as little as possible."

"Let's go, let's go down the mountain." The last firework withered, leaving gray smoke floating in the peaceful night sky.Ye Song stretched out his hand towards the king.

"I'll go by myself, I can't kiss you." The king reminded, poking Ye Song's face, "You don't know how much to wear? How old are you? Your face is still frozen like this."

"No, it's too hot." Ye Song rolled his eyes.

It turned out that Ye Song rolled his eyes so beautifully, he didn't seem to notice it before.His nose is also just right, not too big or too small, and his eyes are very bright... He is white and clean, a little bit taller than me, about ten centimeters, and he looks very attractive.

It's time for me to see an eye doctor.The king suddenly rolled an even bigger eye, suppressing his inner self.

Back at the inn, the light bulb graciously came up to serve the king tea, and carefully stirred it to the most suitable temperature.He just took it and didn't drink it. He put it on the table next to him, grabbed the wooden hairpin, poked his hair hastily and went into the bathroom.

"Your Majesty?" Bulb was taken aback. Instead of showing any joy, the king ignored him.

"What?" the king asked lazily, closing the door, and no matter what the light bulb asked, he would simply answer a few words and not say anything else.

"What did you say to His Majesty?" Bulb asked Ye Song.

This made the king even more annoyed. He actually thought that Ye Song had done something instead of himself, so he grabbed the toothpaste and threw it towards the door. The sound of the impact startled everyone.

"Bulb! Come in!"

"Here we come," the light bulb rushed over. It had been a long time since the king had such an inexplicable temper. "What's your order?" He asked softly.

"You know it yourself!" The king's eyes were wide open, he stomped his foot hard, and almost slipped, "Why do you always match up with others? You want to marry me? Are you idle and wanting to usurp the throne?" ?!"

“嘘嘘嘘……陛下冷静……叶松什么都不知道，是我自作主张的。”灯泡答道。

"Then I will write the abdication notice tomorrow." The king shook his bathrobe and turned his head.

"Hey, that's not what it means!" Bulb explained, "How did you survive the days without Master Yan and Master Wan? Every day you only think about the past and worry about the past. If I don't find you a partner, do you want Can I watch His Majesty suffocate to death?"

"Then what about our plan?" The king still didn't want to look at him.

"Is there any effect?" the light bulb asked back.

"Well……"

The king knew that his blueprint could still be implemented, but he just couldn't bear to lose face, so he waved his hand without saying a word, rushed the light bulb, picked up the toothpaste and went out.