this king; that king

Ye Song did what the king said, sitting in the imperial garden and meditating no matter the weather, getting more proficient every day, but the king didn't show up for many days, and even finished his three meals earlier than himself, and left first.

One morning, Ye Song got up early and wanted to see if he could run into the king and ask him to give him other tasks. After all, meditating every day is very boring. When he heard the sound of knives and forks in the restaurant, he pushed him away. The door rushed in, but it was too late to brake and was swallowed into a colorful hole. After a few seconds, he was teleported back to his room.

...it's a light bulb...

But this also means that there is nothing else to do by myself... right?Speaking of what kind of realm the king wants to learn for himself, and why he wants to do so is still unknown, is it true that he will not be able to leave this castle for two years...

After seven or eight days, Ye Song finally received a summons from the king, asking him to put on cute clothes and go to the restaurant.

For some reason, the king turned all the clothes in his closet into rabbit suits, maid outfits, fat pig suits and the like, especially the fat pig suits, which even had silicone imitation fat fillings. Go down and shake like real fat.

Ye Song didn't have the slightest liking for the fat pig set, and decisively moved it to the other side of the closet, trying not to pay attention to the jelly-like sound it made when it hit the inner wall of the closet.

When the last two went upstairs, the king covered his mouth and began to laugh, which finally turned into a loud laugh.

Also, because it was also the first time for him to wear a full set of lace pajamas, and there were more than a dozen plush dogs sewn on the clothes. Ye Song looked limp, like a dog tied up and tied to his body. Add that furry hat and moccasins and it's even more comical.

"Are you satisfied! When can you take it off? It's summer now!" Ye Song scratched his sweaty hair, which was a little bit wet. He spent a lot of time combing it, just to wear this weird hair. hat!

"Don't take it off!" The king's expression changed suddenly, so serious that it was impossible to see that he was about to cry from laughter just now.The king got up and waved his hands, and the light bulb brought up a hot breakfast, which was placed in front of the two of them.

"Shrimp and eggs are rich in protein, thin toast and butter can provide energy, milk and juice are good, but I suggest you drink juice for vitamin C intake." The king stared at the door and walked straight After going out, it seemed that he had already eaten, and he left a sentence before going downstairs: "For today's task, you should eat a little bit, then dress me thinner, pack up your luggage and come to the gate, of course you can't forget So cute!"

"Yes..." Ye Song bent down to salute, and when he looked back, Morris had already eaten up his portion and began to covet his.

"Stupid dog get out of the way!"

The king stood at the door dressed as a commoner, with a light bulb on his shoulders and a straw hat on his head.

"Your Majesty... what are you doing?" Ye Song was wearing a white shirt, stockings, and his face was washed clean. He looked like a sunny boy with a fair-looking and childish look.

The king had been in the sun for a long time, and his breathing was heavy: "Ah...we are going out of the palace."

"Going out of the palace? What's the matter?"

The king immediately pushed the brim of his hat, allowing the mocking expression to transition to a normal state without any flaws. He raised his head and stared straight into Ye Song's eyes and said, "Because no one in the whole country has seen my real appearance, so I will give you my face every three days. For four years, I will pretend to be a private fortune-teller, make private visits in micro-services, and travel and inspect the country in a civilian way, and I happen to be able to take you with me."

Ye Song was caught off guard by the stare, and quickly lowered his gaze: "...Yes, we are ready to leave at any time."

Of course the king noticed his subtle change, so he couldn't help but secretly proud of himself, and said with a slight smile: "Go to the carriage behind, as for you," the king turned to Morris again, "don't change into a human form, or you will be recognized as a nobleman at a glance. House's."

Morris nodded, turned back into a Shiba Inu and jumped into the car.

"Hey Ye Song!" The king felt awkward as soon as he opened his mouth. Why is this name so...a mouthful?But if you yell, just yell, and you can't keep calling him "Hello" in the future, just continue to say, "Don't call me Your Majesty when you are outside, young master, young master, or anything."

"Yes." Ye Song looked at the king and said, "Then... call your little brother?"

"Little brother?!" The king walked over and gave him a slap on the head, Ye Song grabbed the king with his backhand, straightened up under the king's astonishment, and said, "Does your majesty think that you look bigger than me?"

The king realized that he was a bit shorter than Ye Song, and wanted to refute but couldn't speak. He angrily shook off Ye Song's hand and turned his head away: "Why, you are so rude to this king? Just touch and say nothing. contradict?"

"We're going to leave the palace in modest clothes, of course we don't care about etiquette, otherwise what do you want me to call you?" Ye Song put down his polite attitude, and his straight-forward personality was extremely annoying.

"I'm too lazy to talk to you." The king stopped talking, and asked after a while: "I told you to dress cutely, why are you so disobedient?"

"Yes! Look at the little flower on the clothes, it's so cute!" Ye Song pointed to the pocket, and the king gasped. Isn't this the clothes he used to practice when he was learning embroidery? !He felt the light bulb vibrate on his shoulder...

Light bulb!He's snickering!

The king was trembling with anger, turned his face away and rolled his eyes, and said coldly: "You! Just call me... that kind of novel... Grandmaster Tianyan Shiming!"

"Oh yes, I'll call you Ajin." Ye Song turned around and got into the carriage with a relaxed look.The king clicked his tongue loudly, turned his head and pretended to be a charming female voice and shouted to the carriage: "Okay! Then how about I call you Brother Xiaoye?"

"Whatever, anyway, that's what those ugly girls who come to ask for marriage at the door of Ye Mansion call me." Ye Song poked his head out and joked.

...Why isn't he angry? !

"...Cut!" The king took a deep breath, squeezed the light bulb secretly, turned around and boarded the carriage in front of him.

The whip in front of the carriage cracked lightly, and the horses began to move slowly. Under the control of the king, the carriage did not need a driver at all.In fact, the folk coachmen used spells to make the carriage go, but the king was more traditional and kept a few horses for backup.

"Did you do it?" said the king coldly to the bulb.

"It's me," Rabbit said, with a sly look in his eyes, "I went to his room on purpose, and said that you are easy-going and approachable, and it would be easier to live with the attitude of a friend."

The king sighed, took off the straw hat and asked, "You know I hate him, what's your reason for doing this?"

"It's easy for people to run around when they are out of their minds. Let him get acquainted with His Majesty more. He feels that His Majesty has a sense of distance all day long, so how can he learn things smoothly." The light bulb rubbed against the king's face, and the king shook helplessly. Shaking his head and reaching out his hand to signal, the light bulb turned into a human form, and the king dozed off on his solid shoulders.

Ye Song was not idle, he was surprised by the change of scenery outside the car window, the carriage went around the castle and arrived at the back of the mountain, in front of him was a beautiful avenue, winding and extending towards the foot of the mountain, the carefully pressed road glowed in the sun Guang, when approaching the foot of the mountain, there was a large black painted iron gate that opened, and two neatly guarded guards stood beside it, saluting to the carriage in unison: "Farewell, Your Majesty!"

It turned out that this was the right way to transport supplies and traffic in the castle, but civilians and visitors were usually not allowed to come up.

The carriage went straight out of the city, and the residents along the way didn't make any big moves. Although the carriage was outrageously gorgeous, it didn't have a royal logo. There were many officials in the capital, and no one knew that the people sitting inside were the king and his apprentices.

When they arrived in the suburbs, the light bulb blew a whistle, and the two carriages immediately turned into civilian models. The original gorgeous carriages seemed to have disappeared. They were going to the Changyuan City Palace at noon, which was quite far from the capital.

Sure enough, as expected by the king, they did not arrive at noon, so everyone enjoyed a lunch in the suburbs, which of course was provided by the king.

Coincidentally, it started to rain just as we were on our way after lunch, and the dark clouds rolled down one by one, making the uneven dirt road even more difficult to walk on.

In the end, the carriage got stuck in a big mud hole, the horse in front slipped and fell, and the whole carriage lay across the middle of the road, which was very embarrassing.

"Ah Jin, get out of the car, I can't go anymore." Ye Song first went to the stuck carriage to check the situation.

"You really called me that..." The king didn't care about it, poked his head out to look, let the light bulb do the trick to send the horse away, then opened the door, and stopped stiffly just as he was about to stretch his feet.

The carriage was in a large swath of mud, and Ye Song stepped on the mud, waiting for him with a wine-red umbrella.

Seeing that the king was hesitant to get out of the car, Ye Song kindly extended his hand, motioning to help him.

The raindrops immediately covered Ye Song's clean hands, and crystal drops of water slid down into the quagmire along the line of the hands.

Seeing Ye Song squinting in the wind and stretching out his hand to him, the king felt a pang in his heart. He had lost his temper with a person who wanted to help him. Wouldn't it be a debt to let him support him now? A favor?He sighed, looked away and said, "Okay, I don't need your help, go and take care of your puppy."

After the king finished speaking, he mechanically jumped into the quagmire while supporting the side of the carriage. The splashed mud scum covered his whole body, and his face was stained a lot. The king wiped his face in disgust, and stared contemptuously. He flicked his soiled clothes: "Tsk, it's not easy to cause splashes if the jump is shorter!"

"Look, I don't have any on my face, it's because you are too short." Ye Song said mercilessly.

"What are you proud of? I will grow ten centimeters in half a month." Although the king's tone was cold, he was very relaxed, obviously joking.

"Hey, if I knew it would be like this, you would let me help you down!" Ye Song thought that he had angered the king, so he raised the umbrella above the king's head to protect him from the rain as compensation.

"Oh, don't you like me?" The king was upset, suddenly changed his tone, leaned over Ye Song very quickly, stretched out his hand and began to tease him rudely.Ye Song stepped aside and said solemnly: "It's definitely not out of this intention."

The king staggered abruptly, but pretended to stand on his feet fluently with full of flaws, and immediately leaned over again, blowing softly in Ye Song's ear.Ye Song was so annoyed that he directly pushed the king away: "Can you be more serious?"

"Hey, I'm very serious now, don't you smell any hormonal smell?" The king seemed a little upset.

"Never mind, don't come here anyway, I'm not interested in you." Ye Song leaned the umbrella towards him.

"Do you think I need your umbrella?" The king turned around proudly, raised his legs and feet with a disgusted click, and only touched the surface of the muddy water, and the dirty water shone with emerald green waves. It became clear and transparent, reflecting layers of clear and faintly shaking reflections under the raindrops.

This is not over yet, the raindrops from the sky quickly gathered together and fell into the quagmire. From a distance, it looked like a blue and white waterfall. The dark clouds were gradually disintegrated, but the water level in the quagmire did not. Up by a tiny bit.

The clear water reflects the king who was washed into a drenched chicken by the waterfall, and the sun is shining hot in the blue sky.

The king flicked his hair, said with a sneer, "here, the rain has stopped. This is called the method of absorbing water on a mirror surface. It will take you decades to learn it! If it wasn't for being able to use it only when you are in the water, I wouldn't want to go into this quagmire." .”

Ye Song was dumbfounded, seeing the king glanced at the carriage, the bulb immediately jumped into the water and carried the king back to the dry ground.

"Ye Song," the king stood still, pointing to the carriage and said, "Luck, find a way to drive the water in the puddle to push the carriage out."

Ye Song put away the umbrella, unwillingly began to get lucky, and used manipulation to resonate with the water in the pool. With a slight pick, the carriage was overturned in the pit by the water column. Fortunately, the doors and windows were closed tightly, and the interior of the carriage was not wet.

"Idiot, the resonance is not stable, too much force!" The king went around behind Ye Song, hugged his waist, saw that Ye Song had a reflex to dodge, rolled his eyes and pressed a certain place on his stomach, " Don't leak air here!"

By the way, that place was indeed a bit chilly, Ye Song held his breath and tried again, the carriage was slowly pushed up by the water, and with the push of Ye Song's hands, it slowly returned to the ground.

Ye Song smiled happily, and kept saying that he had learned it again. When he returned to his carriage, the king's mood was a little complicated. The muscles he pressed just now felt really good...have you been exercising?I looked down at my own fat again, is it really too bad...

The king snorted softly, forcibly put aside distracting thoughts, and returned to the carriage coldly. With skillful luck, the ground began to bulge, and the carriage was pushed forward like a wave under the manipulation.