this king; that king

So the carriage drove into Changchun City without any hesitation, and stopped slowly beside a street in a residential area that looked like a middle-income family. The king woke up like a spring, and skillfully grabbed a tissue to wipe Drooling, he smacked his lips and asked, "Is it here?"

"Ah Jin, let's get out of the car first." Ye Song's voice came from the passage.

"Change clothes first! Don't dress so aristocratically! Change to a middle-class one!" The king yelled at the other side, "Get out of the car first, and let Ting Lan take priority!"

"Huh?...Okay." Ye Song didn't understand what he meant, but obediently got out of the car from the side where there were fewer people, and hid on the side.

Suddenly, a breeze passed by from the other side of the street. Ye Song raised his head and looked at the sky. The clear sky reflected the unique light and shadow in the afternoon, like a cup of coffee, warm and mellow. He had only set off for half a month, and he didn’t know it in summer. It's already halfway through.

When he lowered his head, Ye Song's face suddenly burned red. It turned out that the breeze lifted a corner of the curtain of the carriage, and the lines of Ting Lan's smooth and beautiful shoulders and back could be vaguely seen through the inner gauze.Seeing that she was about to turn around, Ye Song quickly turned his head away so as not to see something he shouldn't see.

"Master Ye Song, I've changed it." Ting Lan didn't seem to notice anything, he was relieved.Turning around, she found that she was wearing a goose yellow narcissus embroidered high-waisted skirt, and she was gently swaying with the steps.

She is really inexplicably comfortable to look at, Ye Song thought, and nodded: "Then you wait for me outside. Also, you can just call me by my name in the future, saying that the young master is too reserved. "

"Okay, then you can change it quickly, so as not to delay Ah Jin's time." Ting Lan smiled and brushed a strand of hair, leaning sideways on the side of the car.

"Ting Lan understands me quite well!" The king, who had just found out the reason for Ye Song's fault, couldn't help praising her, "That's right, he was just delaying my time!"

Ye Song was getting out of the car, and met the king's eyes: "I don't need 2 minutes to change clothes, why are you delaying time?"

Ye Song's hair was simply combed neatly, and the off-white shirt matched the milk tea-colored cropped pants very well. The king never thought he looked good, but seeing his playful smile, the roots of his ears turned red for no reason: "Look at your collar! Turn it over for me!"

"You don't have the right to blame me! You're taking the time of the two of us to change clothes by yourself, right?" Ye Song retaliated, looking at the king's clothes—the light gray thin sleeves with a black gauze The jacket and the lower body are well-tailored trousers with gold buttons, which are tight and cool, and the matching is strange but inexplicably good-looking.

"It's time to go to the lodging house. Remember, I'm not a fortune-teller now, but a first-class graduate of literature who is here to travel. You are my classmates at the same college. Do you understand?" the king asked.

"Yes." The two replied.

The family the king found lived in a house slightly in the middle of the street, with white bricks and red tiles, standard traditional style houses.

"Hello?" The king took the lead in knocking on the door a few times.

"Which one?" The person inside did not open the door, "If you are delivering flyers, please leave? My children already have a lot of extra classes."

"Sorry...we are the people who wrote a letter yesterday and made an appointment to stay overnight. Excuse me, can you open the door for us? Sorry to trouble you." The king was extremely polite, and in Ye Song's view, he even Too much.

"It's always right to bow your head politely beforehand to people," said the king.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh!

"The writer... I'm flattered! He's just a fresh graduate." The king smiled, and didn't pass the luggage through the door that just opened. "We can carry it ourselves, so don't bother the hostess, let the little brother do it for you." Let's lead the way to the room, shall we?"

"Of course!" The hostess looked very hospitable. While wiping her long chestnut curly hair with her hand, she hid the apron she was clutching behind her back, "Excuse me, I'm cooking."

"You guys eat first. We ate on the road. We are exhausted and want to rest for a while. I'm sorry, ma'am." The king bowed.

"Where is it! Welcome!" The hostess hurriedly welcomed the three of them into the room, and Ye Song realized that the two familiars had returned to their original forms. The white ball looks like a shoddy little snowman.

The little boy was very obedient, but he was very shy. He didn't speak all the time. He just bounced and led everyone to the second floor, pointed to the three separate rooms, turned his toes with a straight face, and seemed to want to say something to everyone. .

"Thank you, the room is very beautiful!" When Ye Song and Ting Lan were busy packing their luggage, the king leaned down and said to the child, try not to get too close, maybe he has bad breath.

The child smiled at the king, and just said: "No..." The woman's roar came from downstairs: "Harry! Come down quickly! Don't disturb others!"

The child lowered his head in frustration, the king patted him on the shoulder, stood up and turned around and said, "It's all right, don't bother me, go down quickly, mother has called you."

The child nodded and jumped down the stairs.

"Does Ah Jin like children very much?" Ye Song asked.

"Well...it's okay, because I can't give birth by myself." The king shook his head, "Go into the room, and I will use magic to make a fire and send food to you later."

As soon as the king entered the room, he threw himself on the big bed, hugged the quilt and rolled around like an idiot: "Wooah, finally there is a soft place to sleep!"

"Your Majesty is still so childlike!" The bulb put down his luggage, "Although I really don't want to disturb your elegant mood, you just boasted that you can cook in Haikou."

"What do you mean by 'boasting to the sea'!" The king sat up suddenly with his hair in a mess like a straw pile, "It's just cooking, what a simple thing!"

"Do you need me to buy ingredients?" Bulb asked.

"Take it from the vegetables and meat we brought. If you are too ostentatious, you will be recognized. And I have always wanted to try it-turn the bedroom into a kitchen!" The king became excited, and stretched out his hand from the side He took out a large shiny kitchen knife from his toolbox.

"Is Your Majesty tired? How about I do it?" Bulb asked.

"Ah, that's fine." The king calmed down and straightened his hair. "Now that I think about it, it's better for Ye Song to think that I'm a bit stronger than a housewife."

"Then--good afternoon." The bulb quickly took the clothes that the king had taken off and folded himself, pulled the quilt on the king, picked up the kitchen knife and started cooking.

The sound of chopping vegetables and the bubbling sound of the soup pot was like a hazy lullaby, and soon the king fell asleep drooling.

After waking up in a daze, the king rubbed his eyes, and the light bulb was bringing over two cups of soup, a large plate of bacon and cheese baked rice with vegetables, and a small piece of chicken chop with delicious sauce.

"Hmm... this taste is... stewed pork bones with lotus seeds and gorgon seeds!" The king guessed right after just smelling it, and he pointed to another pot, "What is that?"

"Ye Song made it for you."

"Huh?! Isn't it so strange?" The king couldn't wait to open the lid.

"This is... ginseng? What is this... Motherwort? It seems to have a smell of donkey-hide gelatin... What a strange soup..." The king turned over the soup dregs at the bottom, and tentatively scooped a spoonful into the light bulb. Gently feed it into your mouth under your watchful eyes.

"Ouch! What did he put! His socks?!" The king's eyebrows were frowned, and the wrinkles on his entire face were ten times more than usual, but he still managed to swallow it.

"Your Majesty, please don't swear." He picked up the light bulb and wanted to throw it away.

"Hey, bring it back!" The king hastily stopped him, "It's rare that he...is so bad, I'll drink it up too."

After speaking, he gulped it down violently.

The king wiped his mouth and thought for a while, "I'm going to find him and bring me the clothes I just had. I'll go there after I finish eating."

The king knocked on the door of the next room: "Ye Song, can you come to the door?"

"Ah... good." There was a reply from the door.

The door opened after a while, Ye Song's hair was still very neat, it seemed that he hadn't slept.

The king frowned. He smelled an unfamiliar smell in the room. Although it was very faint, the faint scent of powder should be the pheromone that hadn't escaped. If I guessed correctly, its owner should be...

"Did Ting Lan come to see you?" the king asked.

"Ah...why did she come to me...just said 'good afternoon' to me at the door."

"You smell like her." The king leaned closer to Ye Song's arm and confirmed.

"She just... accidentally slipped and fell, and I helped her, and she just fell into my arms." Ye Song blushed a little, "If you are looking for her, just go to the next room."

"No, I'm here to look for you." The king rolled his eyes, annoyed and funny, "You brought me soup just now, didn't you? Do you have some strange misunderstandings about me?"

"What misunderstanding can there be...?" Ye Song wondered.

"I just said 'unable to give birth' means 'I'm not married', not my 'body is difficult to conceive'! So you don't have to send me a big tonic soup at all..." The king pointed to his belly and habitually joined his limbs language explained.

"It's not bad for you if you eat it..." Ye Song realized that he had misunderstood, and argued.

"I ate my body and you will be responsible for my whole life!" The king countered, and then realized something, his face flushed suddenly, "No, no, that's not what I meant by 'responsible'... To be precise It's 'pay for what you did', or so..."

Ye Song's face was also red: "I didn't think of that! I don't want to have children with you..."

"Shut up! Don't worry about it anymore! Stop!" The king shook his head.

"Ah Jin... so you can speak foul language!" Ye Song jumped up as if discovering a new land.

The king rolled his eyes, did not speak, raised the corners of his eyes coldly, and gestured Ye Song with his fingers to listen to the voice downstairs.

"Look...what are people talking about upstairs!...Harry! Don't go up and talk to them!...The top student in the literature department is still swearing, and swearing about having children...surely not What a good thing! Don't learn badly! Come back!..."

"Is it the hostess?" Ye Song lowered his head and asked in a low voice.

"That's right," the king nodded. "That's one of the things I said—that anyone who speaks foul language is considered bad."

"But it's normal not to let children learn foul language, right?"

"That's true, but she beat us all to death just like that. Not only that, but she thinks normal physiological common sense is 'foul language', and besides, I only said 'have a baby' and didn't say What strange organ."

"Is this normal? When I was a child, my family forbade me to cuddle with others casually."

"Is this the same thing?" The king raised his eyebrows and asked back, "If a child is educated this way, when he grows up, will he realize that swearing is a sin, or will he subconsciously feel that the act of having a child is a sin in itself? What? If you don’t teach him anything, as an alpha, who would blame him for doing something immoral in the future?”

"Isn't that a bit exaggerated... Besides, you planned to let them hear me telling you about the birth." Ye Song said with a frown.

"It's true that foul language is what I planned, but having children is not, otherwise I should have rubbed my ugly face while saying it! Soon the daughter of this family will be back from high school, ready to watch Let’s go.” The king shook his head, took the soup bowl and stuffed it into Ye Song’s arms, “The taste is okay, except that there is too much salt, soy sauce and vinegar that shouldn’t be added, less water, and the cooking time is not long enough. It's not bad, keep up the good work!" After that, he patted Ye Song's head and went back to the room.