this king; that king

In the early morning of the next day, the hostess suddenly started to rush up and down. While the king was brushing his teeth, she drove Shirley out to buy some ingredients and came back.

"Is there a feast, madam?" asked the king.

"A distant relative of mine is coming. I heard that his son's business is booming. He must have seen the world. He wants to get some delicious food, so he can't be looked down upon!" Her face was full of busyness and excitement. Some redness.

The king raised the corners of his mouth and smiled, it seemed that Ye Song had another class to attend.

He recalled the scene when he just came downstairs - Ye Song and Ting Lan didn't know when they became so familiar, as if they had known each other for a long time, and he... was like a stranger who had never met before, even saying hello was a courtesy Gentleness of sex.

I should blame myself for proposing to be unfamiliar with him last night, but he...

This is too abnormal.

Why didn't he tell himself that he liked Ting Lan?Wanting Ting Lan to go back to the Eastern Kingdom with him is nothing more than a matter of one pen and two strokes as the king approves a customs clearance document.

Ye Song is loathing himself?

Although this can be regarded as a successful alienation, which shows that there is no mistake in the calculation, but I feel inexplicably uncomfortable in my heart.

But he didn't cry or make a fuss, maybe it meant that he didn't like him as much as he imagined, so it didn't seem to matter.

"Morning!" The king greeted Ye Song who was beside the hostess, thinking, this time he should bow his head to Ye Song.

"Ah... Morning, Ah Jin is so energetic..." Ye Song laughed.

The king was so angry when he heard this, no matter how energetic I am, can I compare to you who pull the beauty in and out?Look at your self-satisfaction almost vomiting out of your mouth!

"Madam, let me help you." The king ignored him, "What can I do? Don't mind that we are guests. Guests can't eat the master's free rice. We need to help."

When Ye Song found out that the king had finished speaking, he gave him a hard look, but he didn't know why.

Seeing his blank expression, the king was almost furious: "If you live here, you have to share the work."

Only then did Ye Song understand that the king was mocking him for coming to the Wuming Kingdom for doing nothing good, so he smiled helplessly: "Ah Jin, let me help you with some physical work."

"It's not for me, it's for Madam!" The king said bluntly, turned around and went to the kitchen to help wash the pots, but his ears were still pricked up, listening to what Ting Lan and Ye Song had to say.

"Go and help, I'll bring you water," Ting Lan tilted her head and said with a smile.

Ye Song nodded, smiled foolishly, and was about to wipe the table with a rag, when he heard a dull, muffled sound from the kitchen.

"Ah Jin, what's wrong?" Ye Song stretched his neck and asked.

"Wipe your table!" The king's voice sounded savage.

The three of them passed the morning in such a baffling manner, and such things as Ting Lan specially prepared small biscuits for Ye Song and wiped his sweat with a handkerchief, never caused the king to gnash his teeth and knock angrily.Although Morris didn't like Ye Song hanging out with the king all day, he didn't feel too cold about Ting Lan, so he went back to his room to eat the dog food he hated the most.

"Your Majesty is jealous?" The fat white rabbit sat aside and helped wash the dishes.

"I don't, I haven't liked it to the point of being stupid." The king blushed, but he didn't know it at all. "But you reminded me that I should leave all the dishes to you."

"You're using my old career like that?" Lightbulb quipped.

"Why didn't you tell Ye Song?" the king asked, "Wait a minute—let me guess. If I hadn't picked up your last 'Missing Rabbit', I would never have had the chance to meet the God of Heaven and Earth If you make a wish, there will be no me now, right? In other words, you want him to understand my hard work rather than a coincidence."

The light bulb didn't say anything, just said: "What's the 'Royal Wash'? It's just that we found a litter of rabbits to forcefully wash the ritual utensils after the ceremony. The temple has been demolished, so it's okay to let us come back. What's the rule?"

"It doesn't matter if you tell him, after all, even my throne was taken illegally." The king replied in a low voice, and then angrily stuffed the plate in his hand into the light bulb's arms, "Anyway, you did something to win us over." There are so many things with ulterior motives, but this one is not bad."

"I... I'm sorry... I didn't mean to hurt His Majesty..." Bulb lowered his head and fluttered his nose.

"Then wash it quickly, or you will be fined to run away from the hamster cage. You can see how fat your body is." The king patted the rabbit's little furry head with his fingers.

"Hey!" Xueqiu, who was lazily not washing the spoon, stepped back suddenly.

"I'm not talking about you, but if you want, you can also run with the light bulb." The king said sinisterly, and Snowball was so frightened that he lowered his head and wiped it seriously with his little claws.

Bulb sighed, sometimes he really wondered if the king had learned a lot from him.

"Ma'am, we are going to do some academic seminars all day long, we will eat outside at night, and we will be locked in the room for the whole morning. If you have a good chat with Yuanfang, we will not cause trouble." The king put the boiler on Okay, as he said that, he signaled Ye Song with his eyes to go upstairs as soon as he was done.

"You high-achieving students have to be busy, it doesn't matter." The hostess was very polite, and secretly teased Harry, gritted her teeth and reprimanded in a low voice: "Brother and sister have to do something, why do you keep running up there!"

The king grabbed the light bulb and went upstairs with Snowball, which was pulling the rabbit's tail.

"Ah Jin, what do you want us to see?" Ting Lan quickly finished helping Ye Song with the work, and the three of them met in the king's room and sat on the ground.

"This is part of Ye Song's extra-curricular learning - to learn about the customs, and if you are interested, you can watch it together." The king explained, and gave Ye Song a palm on the shoulder, "Learning a new spell, focus on it !"

"Fingers inward, put your palms flat on the ground, lean down, and cast a spell on the floor with a feeling of digging through the ground, no spells are needed." The king still gave a series of instructions, "But this spell needs a certain amount of time to last. I will provide you with mana, you don’t have to worry, it’s more important to learn the method.”

"Ah... yes." Just as Ye Song bowed his waist, he was stopped by the king, "How about your dignified demeanor of the nobles of the Eastern Kingdom? Don't disgrace your own country! What do you say about the etiquette of the Eastern Kingdom?... The head is shoulder-length, and the eyebrows are calm. Even I can recite it, you have to do it well."

"Yes..." Ye Song sat upright and bent down again. He felt the magic power pouring into his spine. He secretly looked up and saw that the king was holding the book with a lot of descriptions of sex in his right hand, and a book in his left hand. Pointing his finger at him for luck, he couldn't help but sigh that the king's cultivation level really cannot be caught up in a day or two.

"Oh my god!" Ye Song was distracted for a moment, but he didn't realize that he had made a big hole in the ground, so he quickly withdrew his hand, afraid of falling.

"Don't worry, it won't fall." The king looked at the shape of the hole on the ground, "It's remarkable, not bad, but if I don't help, maybe I can only see a vague shadow. This is the insight technique. You can see from one side of the wall to the other, but you can't hear the sound, and the other side can't look back."

"Does that mean it's only for voyeurism?" Ye Song asked.

"Of course not!" The king blushed and turned his head away, "The king of a country can't say peeping, but spying!"

Isn't it peeping!Ye Song thought to himself, and rolled his eyes: "Ah Jin, can you read lips?"

"How is it possible, we have to learn another matching spell. Poke the middle of the picture with your finger and imagine that there are bugs screaming around." The king instructed.

"What's the name of a common bug...?" Ye Song asked in confusion.

"You..." The king simply took the snowball and placed it in front of Ye Song, "Then imagine it is barking!"

"Heck—" Snowball yelled proudly as a demonstration.

"Okay, ji——" Ye Song rolled his eyes at it, imitated its cry as a mockery, and then followed it seriously. I don't know if he learned from the king, but the number of times he rolled his eyes recently Straight up.

Suddenly, a line of dots of shimmering light began to emerge around the pit, twinkling like fireflies, and the voices of the people downstairs gradually became clear and audible.

"This spell is really rare! It must be very advanced?" Ye Song asked.

"Senior ghost, this is a common spell handed down from ancient times in the nameless country. The current law does not allow it to be abused, so no one knows it. When I was young, there were many people in the palace who eavesdropped on the beautiful maid changing clothes, and some people even found it. The so-called 'reverse voyeurism'." The king rolled his iconic eyes, "But at least this family doesn't seem to be able to."

"Xue Li! Shirley!" the hostess shouted, "The guests will come later, remember to make tea, and ask for that bag of Chunjiang tea!"

"But..." Shirley paused, pursing her lips, "It was given to me by an old best friend in junior high school, and she said it would be good for my face and save me money..."

"You can have tea at any time! If you lose face, it will be gone!" The hostess looked like she hated iron and steel, "Maybe people will see that you are smart and general, and you can ask someone to talk to you when you graduate and find a job. Go to the big unit!"

"I can find a job myself," Shirley said.

"It's not like I said, you don't keep your feet on the ground all day long, how can anyone climb high without being introduced! Do you worry about not getting married if you have money!"

"I don't want to climb high branches from the beginning..."

"You say that because you can't climb up! You are a literature student, and you can't be a boss or a president. What can you do! Look at the officials and aristocrats in various cities now, which one is useless to study literature? of something?!

"Is it gone? Can't tell? Then take out the tea leaves! Mom is also doing it for your own good. How can Mom have the heart to see your things being used up?"

Shirley didn't move, and after a while she suddenly remembered something: "Mom, there are really nobles who study literature!"

"Who, who is so powerful?" The hostess didn't care.

"Your Majesty the King!"

"This...you..." The hostess couldn't point out any major political mistakes of the king to refute her, so she could only stare dryly and say, "Then he is also qualified, he is a royal family, and he will become king sooner or later. no."

Ye Song sneaked a glance at the secretly praised king, who pressed the corner of his mouth and turned his eyes to a snicker. There was a bit of distress and a bit of shyness in that smile, but it was more smug.

"It's like this again! Every time I can't talk, I change the subject." Shirley slammed the door angrily, opened it again after a while, and threw out a small bag of tea.

"Hey, let me tell you... why did you pick out all the stalks and give them to the guests? There are only a few leaves!" The hostess scolded.

"It's not that you just want to follow others, and you like to please others. If you simply hand over our family's household registration booklet and real estate book, it will be a happy event for everyone, and the two are compatible!" Shirley replied, still not opening the door.

"I shouldn't have promised you to study literature and learn some nonsense to lose my temper with my mother. It's too disobedient!" The hostess ignored her and turned away.

"Every family has scriptures that are difficult to recite..." Ye Song said.

"This is an old saying in your Eastern Kingdom," the king nodded, picked up a large porcelain bowl of popcorn and handed it over, "but this kind of thing is not limited to the Eastern Kingdom. Just wait and see, I just picked out relatives on purpose It's time to bring you here."

"She cooks a delicious meal down here, but we eat popcorn? How aggrieved." Ye Song shook his head.

"Indeed, there's a famous saying that 'it's less appetizing than unsweetened popcorn if you can't eat it'." The king brought back the popcorn, and solemnly picked up a jar of syrup and poured it into it.

"What kind of famous saying is this..."

"This is called Jin's theorem!" The king handed back the popcorn, distributed some into Morris's dog bowl, and then turned to fiddle with his own bowl.

"Don't turn around...! Ah, bad..." Light bulb reminded in a low voice, but it was still too late. The king happened to see Ye Song holding popcorn and sending it to Ting Lan's mouth.

"Thank you for reminding me." The king's heart was turbulent, and he wanted to grab the popcorn and eat it himself. How could a human being exuding a strange sour smell tarnish the food that the incomparably noble self rewarded!He rolled his eyes completely invisible, pretending that he couldn't see the two of them, and grabbed a large handful of popcorn and stuffed it into his mouth, which is also part of Jin's theorem-talking is not empty Out of sight.

Snowball was also holding a piece of popcorn and carefully planing it with his front teeth. The show planned by the king was about to begin.