this king; that king

"Hey, Martha, I haven't seen you for so long!" No one heard her before, and then a woman entered the door. The very expensive dark green high-waist flower skirt looks like it has been in a big city.

"Hahaha! Fana, you are still so beautiful, you seem to be still young, don't you?" The hostess smiled so that the muscles on her face were squeezed together, and her whole body showed an excited look.

"No way! Oh, why do you praise me so much!"

"Look at your skirt, it must be worth a thousand?"

"Not much, not much, only seven or eight hundred." Fana giggled.

"It's a pity." The king shook his head.

"What's the pity?" Ting Lan asked.

"That dress," the king casually used a charcoal pencil to outline the shape of the dress on the easel paper, "it's a popular print near the capital, but it's not well cut, so it's not worth the price. And her skin color and facial features don't wear dark green?" Temperament, looks too old."

"You actually say you're old... Ah Jin is really unforgiving..." Ye Song smiled wryly.

"After all, she can't hear either." The king shook his head, "It's really not good to gossip because others can't hear, but who made me a vulgar person."

Most people will, right?Ye Song thought in his heart, the king often suddenly thinks of some strange reasons to accuse himself, naturally most of them are just talking.

But the king seems to have become more friendly. In fact, he is improving his way of getting along with himself a little bit, right?

What a strange man.

"Is that your son?" asked the hostess.

"Yeah, he's so naughty, he's disobedient all day long, and he's so noisy!" Jokingly, Fana pushed her son to the front, "Tell auntie what your name is, and how old are you?"

The little boy looked at the hostess with his big bright eyes, but when his mother said he was naughty, his expression immediately became sad, and he refused to say hello as his mother said.

"Look, Neil is just so disobedient, haha..." Fana smiled and entered the room with her son.

"Where, I think he is very smart, and I heard that he can read Dongguo's poems?" the hostess asked with a smile.

"You're so stupid, but the poems are more real." Fana accused, but she didn't forget to show off.

"Harry, look, Neil is the most advanced man, he can do everything, you two go play by yourself and learn from each other!" The hostess pulled Harry over and pushed him to stay with Neil.

While the two mothers were chatting, the children had already played with each other, and while running around with each other's toys, they were learning the clang of weapons.

"I also liked to play wars when I was young, they are so cute." Ye Song sighed.

The king has been secretly watching him, and he knows that Yeon-sung, like himself, sees all the good and the bad, which helps his plan.

Ye Song's hand was naturally propped on the ground, and the king felt a little uncomfortable seeing the dots of light dancing on his skin. After all, he couldn't hold it, it would be too embarrassing for him.

I watch him, he watches plays.The way he concentrates on watching the drama is the way I concentrate on watching him.It's... so weird.

The king shook his head. This is probably the so-called insanity.

Moreover, Ye Song's other hand was too close to Ting Lan, and the king couldn't bear to remove it.

At this moment, there was another round of conversation. It turned out that Shirley made tea for the guests and served it. She nodded politely to Fana.

"Your daughter is studying literature, isn't it? Learning literature is great...it's very useful...um...it can cultivate sentiment." Fana smiled a little stiffly.

"I don't think she's done much," said the hostess.

Fana was a little interested: "Eh? Why don't you tell us some literary sentences on the spot to open our eyes? How about this, Auntie, how about changing it to be more literary?"

Shirley didn't want to be rude in front of others, so she agreed.

"Then...'Do you think I'm beautiful?'" Fana saw the flowers on the toothpick holder and felt that she should be as beautiful as a flower bud, so she said casually.

"This..." Shirley never expected that she would let herself adapt this local language, so she could only say, "I really don't know how to do this."

"Come on, auntie will teach you, it's very simple," Fana laughed loudly, "Look, how do you look? You carefully and happily, right? I'm beautiful, how beautiful am I? ?Nose and mouth! So if you just add more adjectives, it will be very artistic—"Do you look carefully at my high nose and big eyes?" It will be fine. You have to Learn from auntie."

Shirley felt particularly embarrassed. She had never taught such a literary method in the academy. She couldn't say she agreed with it, and she couldn't say that Na was wrong. She could only nod ambiguously, then shook her head, and turned to wash the tea dishes.

"Look at this child, you have a thin skin!" The hostess looked at Shirley and smiled uncomfortably.

"This is too embarrassing..." Ye Song said.

"This kind of art... Even I failed the exam. I guess I'm too old and have a wrong way of thinking, hehe." The king smiled and ate a ball of popcorn.

"The depth of literature has nothing to do with age, right? And no one said that when you get old, your thinking will definitely be wrong." Ye Song laughed, "Ah Jin will always be, hahaha!"

"?! My body is obviously only fifteen! You still say I am old!" The king grabbed the pillow and hit Ye Song's face unceremoniously, the cotton inside made a deflated sound.

"No wonder you're single." Ting Lan lightly chewed a piece of popcorn.

At this moment, Harry suddenly yelled. It turned out that Neil was holding one of his wooden pikemen, and he refused to let go. Harry could only fight and grab it.

"Neil! Return the things to Harry quickly, you don't understand the rules!" Fana reprimanded.

"Mine, mine!" Neil pouted and tugged at the spearman, refusing to let go.

"I! I——aaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaaa!" Harry's shouting turned into an angry and piercing cry, tears dripping down from the wrinkles in his distorted features.

"Not sensible. You see Neil is so young, let him go! You are an older brother, if he likes you, give it to him!" The hostess pulled Harry over and winked at him to tell him to be quiet.

But how do you know this at such a young age?Harry was still crying, Fana smoothed things over, "Look at you, kid, it's okay, we can't take things from your house, Neil, return them to brother."

"No, you must accept this thing, Harry is so naive, he is not willing to give this little thing."

"This..." Fana paused, then smiled, "Then it's better to obey than obey!"

"Look at the joy in her eyes, I'm afraid she doesn't know how happy she is in her heart, and she has such a good baby for her child, and she even mispronounced the idioms." Ye Song said unfairly.

"How do you know she wasn't embarrassed by something being forced on her?" asked the king.

"Because I just..." Seeing the king's playful expression, Ye Song gradually stopped, and then suddenly realized, "You and I have known each other for less than a week, and you can assign me tasks to test me without meeting me. , and know that I won't lose my temper...then you should be able to guess your true thoughts about this trivial matter downstairs. Ah Jin, what do you want to say?"

The king didn't speak, just smiled with his head down.

"I see, I'm going to explain the truth to her right now!" Ye Song stood up and was about to go downstairs.

"Stop!" The king's yelling finally turned into a rough voice, with the murderous aura of a monarch.

"I knew you would be like this, let me ask you, what do you, an outsider, want to do to the authorities?

"If you want to do it no matter what, I won't stop you. But I advise you not to. When they see you as a brat, they just run down and make irresponsible remarks, not to mention that this spell will be exposed. I'm afraid you don't even think about it." Stayed in this room. Like I said, I'm here to let you see what's giving me a headache, not for you to meddle in the local area!

"Now if you still want to go, go, anyway, I can pretend not to know, why should I help you smooth things over!

"You can do it yourself."

The king grabbed a folding fan of flowers and ate popcorn while cooling it.

Ye Song still took a step and walked towards the door, then turned around after a while, and then went back again, finally gritted his teeth suddenly, let out a muffled growl, returned angrily and sat down beside the king, without speaking.

"It's a sense of justice, but the way of doing things is wrong." The king handed him a glass of iced drink, "Think about it."

"When I was young, my father gave me a birthday present. It was a beautiful doll, made of porcelain. It is said that it was burned several times to get such a baby body." The king played with his fingers against the closet, "Her skirt is Made of silk with hand-embroidered rosettes.

"Then my uncle's daughter came and my father had to give her something as a king, and he sent me my birthday present, which had only just been made and I'd only seen it once or twice.

"I was very sad, but my father said, 'You are a prince, be magnanimous'. At that time, I remembered that I was a prince. It was really... subtle. After that, he never sent me anything again, and he didn't take that Give me back the gift of a year.

"I'm not unreasonable all the time, Ye Song. How many times can a person cry heart-piercingly if a gift from someone you've always wanted to care about is taken back by him and given to others? It's not that I don't know. But...you are my apprentice, I can't let you do something that is not good for both parties. Sorry."

The king shook his head, this was the first time Ye Song heard the king apologize to himself in this tone.

"It's okay, I know you don't really want to treat me badly." Ye Song rubbed the king's head.

"Then let's stop watching and arrange something else to do?" Ting Lan suggested.

"In addition to painting, I also paint." The king shook his head, "I opened a clothing store in the capital in the name of the royal family, and used it to earn money from the ladies. The sales are not good recently, so I want to design a few sets. The New."

"Why do I feel that you are usually free... don't you have many state affairs?" Ye Song asked.

"A lot, but I'm lazy." The king straightened the easel, picked up the pen and continued, "I'm annoyed when I see the memorial. Close the entrance, the people downstairs are ten times more annoying than the memorial."

"Ye Song, shall we play poker then?" Seeing that the king didn't want to talk, Ting Lan chatted with Ye Song.

Ye Song agreed, and also pulled Morris on, and took out a pair of light bulbs from the king's cabinet: "Your Majesty drew it himself, let's use it."

So everyone played cards as you said, and from time to time there were obscene cries like a gambler, mixed with Ting Lan's giggles, and sometimes some people would let out a long wail because they made a mistake.

The more the king listened, the more annoying he became. He always felt that his ears were being pulled in the direction of the three people, and his attention was also turned there.Especially Ye Song's loud laughter and yelling of cards, he was like a ghost coming out of hell.In the end, he couldn't take it anymore, and shouted angrily at the back: "Don't make noise! ​​Annoyance! Go back to your room!"

After the three left in despair, the king continued writing.

"Your Majesty, which song are you singing?" Light Bulb asked.

"I don't know. It's annoying." The king dropped the paintbrush, picked up the snowball and scratched its belly casually with his fingertips, "Bring me the memorial, anyway, it will be approved sooner or later."

"No, I'm lazy." Bulb rolled his eyes with a suppressed smile.

"Go get it, don't learn from me!" The king hit the light bulb's face with a pillow.

The king stopped suddenly.

You can't be jealous, can you?

... How is it possible, I'm not the kind of person who doesn't know how to take care of the overall situation.

The king suddenly remembered that the day he met Ting Lan, he made a fortune to a woman. Now that he thinks about it, how similar is he to that long-haired woman?It's the same love triangle, Ye Song likes Ting Lan, and I... definitely don't like Ye Song... right!

He remembered!If there is someone else in the enchantment during divination, it will have a certain impact on your brain, because that person is a foreign object.

unwise!How could I let Ye Song sit next to him holding the snowball!That is to say, the long-haired behavior is now reflected on him, along with Ye Song and Ting Lan.

In other words, Ting Lan will abandon Ye Song...?

right?It is also impossible to follow the person who reflects completely, and the correctness of the foreign body theory has not been verified...

But take a closer look, it means that I don't really like Ye Song!

But the king was worried that Ting Lan didn't look like a bad guy, but that was just what he looked like.In other words, didn’t I think wrongly at the beginning, I can’t just set Ting Lan and Ye Song to like each other!

But he was worried.

"Bulb," the king's expression became stern and serious, "go to the clearance books at each city gate to check the records, and find out for me where Ting Lan came from."

"What is His Majesty suspecting?"

"How did she follow us to the tent for divination? We used to go through a section before using a carriage. How could she follow?" The king thought of the most obvious doubt, "Remember the bandit leader I interrogated? He said that the person who killed the four strong men had long hair in silhouette, not too tall. If Ting Lan has been to a small town, it is very likely that she did it."

"You doubt that Ting Lan followed us all the way? But she can kill you directly in the bandit's tent."

"What I'm most afraid of is that she doesn't want to kill me and wants something else." The king shook his head, "But I still hope it's not her."

"Okay, then I'll take my leave." Bulb bowed, brought up the memorial, and disappeared into the air.

"Ah..." the king sighed, "Compared to being a killer, I still hope she can live well... she won't be."