this king; that king

"Your Majesty, we are almost at the city gate." The light bulb reminded.

The king, who had slept all the way, raised his head and immediately felt his stomach growling, so he also stretched his head and asked Ye Song, "Are you hungry? How about we stop for lunch?"

"I'm hungry too, so let's stop." Ye Song turned his head to meet Ting Lan's eyes, and Ting Lan's eyes showed that she also agreed with this approach.

Not only that, but Ting Lan said intoxicatedly, "Although it's not good to ask, but I actually... still want to find a comfortable place to sit and eat."

"Ah Jin, you know this place well, is there any place where we can stop and eat?" Ye Song asked.

"Bulb, you are familiar with this place. Is there any restaurant where you can stop and eat? It's better to save dry food." Lu Chi's king almost conveyed the exact words.

"Yes, there is a small restaurant next to the market, but I advise you not to go there." Lightbulb said.

"why?"

"Some of the dishes sold there... are good for planning but not good for your conscience," Bulb said.

The king rolled his eyes: "Go and see."

So the carriage headed towards the restaurant.

The restaurant is mostly decorated with wood, and a pair of eye-catching big bamboo chopsticks hang on the wall. It seems that the dishes of the Eastern Kingdom are the main dishes.

The king first handed the menu to Ye Song and Ting Lan, and the two chatted for a long time before finalizing a plate of tofu with minced meat, steamed fish and a basket of siu mai.When it was the king's turn, he turned over a few sides and called the waiter over, asking for half a beggar chicken and seven or eight baskets of refreshments.

Ye Song had to be impressed by the king's appetite, but the waiter felt something was wrong: "Don't you order signature dishes?"

"What is it?"

"Roasted pigeon, put the pigeon alive on the fire, slowly sprinkle the seasoning, and let the blood drip on it, it is very tender." The waiter said.

Ye Song's face became a little ugly, and the uncle at the next table stretched out his head and said, "It would be a pity not to try it! It's so delicious!"

The king smiled subtly: "No need, I'm allergic."

The waiter took the receipt and left with great regret, and the king immediately lowered his eyes: "How cruel."

"Boy, the chicken you ordered isn't cruel anymore? Don't you still have to kill it and eat it?" the uncle resented.

The king pushed back a little angrily: "I have always supported all kinds of delicacies made of meat, but killing and torture to death are fundamentally different things, just like you think that the North Kingdom and the East Kingdom are different. !"

The uncle stopped talking and shook his head, too lazy to argue with the king.

"Decree," the king said to the light bulb in a low voice, "from now on, it is forbidden to cook with excessive killing."

"Do you want someone to control this restaurant immediately, and then take away all their food?" Ye Song asked in a low voice.

"No, since they're all dead, it's better to make the most of them and let them eat them." The king raised the corner of his mouth, "Light bulb, write down the decree as soon as possible to inform the officers and soldiers of the city that this place needs to be remodeled. "

"Yes."

Just as we were talking, the dishes came.But Ting Lan looked at the tableware and worried. It turned out that she was not used to chopsticks, so she could only frantically open her mouth in anxiety.

"You're busy." Ye Song picked up the siu mai with Ting Lan's chopsticks and held it to her mouth.

"Isn't that good?" Ting Lan asked.

"No... that... just a favor." Ye Song said.

Ting Lan ate the whole thing in one gulp, chewed it with relish, and smiled at Ye Song with her head tilted and her mouth pouting.

Ye Song's face is a little hot, so cute!But he couldn't forget the king, but just turned his head and found that his worries were unnecessary.

The king's hands quickly picked up something from the table like lightning, stuffed it into his mouth and chewed it non-stop. He never stopped his facial movements, as skillful as a native of the Eastern Kingdom.What's even more amazing is that although he ate as if he had been hungry for ten years, he didn't feel that he had lost table manners at all. His expressions and movements were still extremely gentle, and the only rude thing was probably his stomach.

Ye Song was dumbfounded by the king's way of eating. How long did it take to practice?No, maybe she didn't practice at all, it's completely natural... Ting Lan couldn't speak, she just stared blankly.

"What are you looking at, haven't you seen anyone eating?" the king swallowed his mouth full of food, and said to Ye Song with an extremely bored look.

"It's just that I haven't seen 'you' eating..." Ye Song said.

"In the palace...haven't I seen it at my house?"

"How can you eat so... much at home?"

"You think I'll make up for it by skipping supper after dinner with you at night? You're so naive." The king rolled his eyes, unceremoniously broke off the chicken legs, and continued to eat in his elegant and rude way.

Seeing that the king was stained with sauce, Ye Song picked up the napkin to wipe it for him, but the king stopped him.

"Do you want to practice with me because you don't dare to be so bold on a real person?" The king guessed that it was impossible for Ye Song to learn to take care of others from himself for no reason, so he asked.

Ye Song nodded, he really didn't dare to show too explicit care for Ting Lan directly.

"You did a good job just now!" said the king. "How can the bee make the flower stick its face up? It's a wooden head!"

Ye Song looked at the king without knowing it, but didn't get any further explanation.

But this time the king still miscalculated after all, because the officers and soldiers came to seal it, it was delayed for two hours.

"It's over, now we can't make it to the next city before dark..." The king walked out of the restaurant and looked up at the direction of the sun and said.

"Can the light bulb go directly to the next city?" Ye Song asked.

"That's what I said," the king thought thoughtfully, "but it's too eye-catching here, and there are a lot of people coming and going in this city, so there are no roads that are less crowded."

"Hey, Ah Jin, look, there is a road over there, and it seems that few people pass by it!" Ting Lan seemed to have discovered something terrible, pointing to the other side of the city wall after turning around the restaurant.

"That road leads to the forest, which is the old forest in the city. In fact, the forest is very large, and the one in the city is just the tip of the iceberg. It can be more than 30 kilometers long in total." The light bulb said seriously.

"Okay, let's go that way. After walking for a while and reaching a place where there are few people, we can go out directly!" The king always made a decisive decision when it came to matters related to the established plan, without giving himself a chance to get entangled.

Ye Song and Ting Lan agreed, and Morris in the owner's arms had no objection, so everyone quickly returned to the car and headed for the forest.

In the days near the end of summer, a gloomy forest always looks more useful than terrifying. The tangled and tangled giant trees hang down their vines and grow moss on their roots, and sometimes the sounds of flying insects can be heard from them.Looking around, there is only light or dark green in the humid air.

The sound of the wagon's rumbling is clear but steady in the silent woods, blending into everything around but out of place due to its popularity.

Looking at the sun shining through the gaps, the forest reflected patches of brown spots, Ye Song sighed: "Looking at the forest, I feel relaxed, and I really want to take a nap."

The king didn't know where the interest came from, and his warm and soft voice was like a lullaby, and he whispered: "There are many dangerous monsters here, so be careful. It's not impossible that I can tell you about Do you want to listen to the bedtime story here?"

"Listen! I don't know how many years I haven't heard the story." Ye Song closed his eyes and leaned on the backrest.

"I listen too." Ting Lan said.

So the king told the story of the leaves and the earth in a leisurely and peaceful tone like coaxing a child. The gentle voice was like a trickle, flowing slowly without interruption, making people feel that they could listen to him. Hearing the story for a long time, I was intoxicated in a peaceful dream.

Morris still wanted to lament that he was worthy of a literary background, but he felt a little drowsy when he heard it. He was about to sleep against Ye Song when he was suddenly interrupted by the exclamation of the light bulb.

"What's going on?! I can't teleport?! I...?!"

"Bulb, calm down!" The king suddenly interrupted the narration, which is enough to show that he was anxious, "Isn't the channel for the call still there? Quick... try again."

But the light bulb can't do it at all, it can only open a small opening at most, and the transmission distance is only about one meter.

"Oh my god! What's wrong with me?! Your Majesty, I...?" The light bulb was so frightened that he spread his hands and opened his eyes to look around in panic.

"This phenomenon is impossible... unless your mana is weakened? But you rely on my mana to cast the spell..." The king suddenly realized something, and raised his head in horror, "Could it be me?!"

The king's suspicion was correct, no matter how much he chanted spells and cast spells, he could only reach the level before praying to the God of Heaven and Earth—except for simple spells, they all failed.

"I don't want to, I... how can I? I'm finished! I... I'm a waste now! I... What should I do? My country, my country! I... I can't be the king anymore , I..." The king realized that the carriage was also gradually stopping, because his mana was no longer strong enough to control the movement of the carriage. He stood up in fear, scratched his head vigorously, and his round eyes were filled with tears of pain , is about to flow down.

What should he do?He has no mana, who will protect this country?What about his life?How did they get out of this forest?He is finished!His life is about to end in this deserted place!And more importantly, what about Ye Song?If there is something wrong with him...

"Ah Jin!" Ye Song heard that the king was about to lose control, and immediately got out of the car and ran over, opened the door, grabbed the king's hands and dragged him out of the car, patting him on the shoulder on the solid ground, "It's okay, it's okay, Why did your mana suddenly disappear, there must be some external reason, don’t cry, don’t cry, don’t cry, okay?…I, I’ll tell you a story?”

"Not good!" the king yelled aggrievedly.

"Ah, I was wrong, I was wrong, okay? I promised not to call you Jin when I left the city," Ye Song immediately began to find out his faults, and he also guessed that the king's character could not be coaxed by force. There is no other way, "Don't cry, good boy."

"What's 'good'?... Save this kind of words for worthy people!" The king pinched his nose habitually, trying to calm himself down by stopping his breathing, and Ye Song couldn't help thinking of himself. Don't do this kind of wrong thing, quickly remind him to correct it, and wink to let him go with Ting Lan.

"No...I..." Ye Song wanted to explain that he was really worried about him, but the king made a stop gesture, which meant: I can do it, you go over.

But Ye Song seemed to understand it as "I'm dying, but you go over there quickly", and walked over obediently while looking back at the king.

"Love is so great~" Bulb jumped out of the car, brushed his hair, and smiled secretly at the king.

"Are you all right?" the king chose to ignore his provocation.

"What can I do?" Light Bulb smiled, "But I was really scared, after all, it hasn't happened in 200 years that mana is so weak."

"What do you think is the reason?" the king said without waiting for the light bulb to answer, "I asked you to check her whereabouts. How is the situation?"

"Not good," Bulb murmured, "There is no entry and exit record."

"That is to say... In fact, it is very likely that she arrived at the tent in another way, and I used the enchantment during the divination to cover up her magic fluctuations?" The king's nature made him immediately think of the most terrifying place, " Where did she come from? What does she want to do?"

"It doesn't matter anything else. If Dongguo sent her to follow Ye Song, then use some medicinal herbs to make her forget His Majesty's appearance. If it is a humanoid monster with a thousand years of cultivation, then it is impossible to have too much malice. Maybe she is really hungry. I am most afraid that she is from the northern country..." Light bulb whispered in the king's ear.

"No matter what, it's always right to be vigilant. Let's find a way to get out first, and see if it's okay to walk back?" the king asked.

"Impossible. Half an hour's drive will take at least two hours to walk, right? It will be dark by then, and we are far away from the carriage. Can't we walk in the dark?" said the light bulb.

"Then what should we do? Could it be that we spent the night here?!" the king said in horror.

"It's not impossible, we can sleep in the car, anyway, there is dry food, let's light a fire and cook! Let's go on the road in the morning!"

"This..." The king didn't want to agree, but he couldn't think of a better way, so he kept stalemate, and finally he had a flash of inspiration, "Can you still get those horses?"

"In fact, every time I go to a city, I will transfer the horses to the local stables. If everyone sends me mana, then I can barely open a hole, but without one person, I can't maintain it. In other words, we can only Bring the horse over here, no one can wear it back."

"Then can you drive to the government for help?"

"...Sorry, it's too far away," said the bulb.

"Okay, let's do this. I'll call them over, and I'll leave it to you."

"You are my king, you don't need to ask me." Bulb reached out to straighten the king's messy hair.

The author has something to say:

The upper half is still poisonous and the lower half starts the main line

The light rain in the title is connected with the dark cloud before. In fact, the dark cloud is also a little bit of the head of the main line.