this king; that king

"About the person I like..." he said, "Actually, I don't know very well. I think I like Ting Lan, but sometimes I feel a little wrong... Sometimes I think Ah Jin is... I don't understand .”

"That means you are thinking about how to step on two boats, right?" Morris asked directly.

"Of course it's not... because if it takes too long, I will become the scumbag that Ah Jin said. When she wakes up, I will take the initiative to express it to her. At that time, I may naturally focus on one person. " Ye Song said.

"No, this is irresponsible to both parties." Morris said, "And if it were me, I would definitely only consider Miss Tinglan. After all, you shouldn't take the risk of trying a king."

"I also feel that I have a good impression of Ting Lan, because I only blush when I see her... For Ah Jin, maybe it's just because of the strong friendship and the long time together that led to the illusion."

"Even if it's not, you can't do anything, or Dongguo will fall into your hands."

"Then let's make a decision. It's good to make sure it's Ting Lan." Ye Song nodded.

At this moment, Light Bulb ran over waving his hands, stood upright in front of the two of them, and it seemed that the bandaging had been completed: "Hey! I have something to tell you.

"We can't get out now."

"Huh...?" Ye Song's face was full of confusion and nervousness.

"It's like this... This road is further forward, there is a small rest point, and then there is a gazebo. Behind the gazebo, there is a man-made deep valley. The carriage cannot pass, and the road that can be detoured has also been demolished. Our way back was also blocked. So we're stuck in the woods."

"Who? How could it tear down the road?"

"The forest was originally a scenic spot, but because there are not many tourists, it will be closed as a protected area soon. The pavilion and deep valley are left over from the previous scenic spot."

"Then aren't we going to be trapped here to death?"

"That's not true, as long as we can last until the construction team comes over, it will be a week at most." Light Bulb said.

"One week?! What?! Then... what about Ting Lan? What if something goes wrong with her?" Ye Song immediately became anxious.

"No, there are still some medicinal herbs in the forest, and some basic spells can still be used by His Majesty, but she may be wronged to drink more medicine for a few days." The bulb shook his head.

"It's getting dark, why don't we go to the gazebo? There must be something like street lights there?" Morris was very calm.

"Yes, and it's not far away. There's still room for camping. Get in the car!" The light bulb quickly agreed to the decision, turned around and jumped into the carriage, and ran forward.

Sure enough, as the light bulb said, the end of the road is the gazebo, and then there are no other roads in all directions.

Closer, the gazebo is pure white, with a faint rouge color under the setting sun. The dome looks like gorgeous marble, and the columns are carved with coiled vines, which stretch from one end to the other.A section of marble corridor stretches out in front, with silver-painted guardrails, like a graceful stave, stretching all the way into the bushes, and stopping abruptly at the edge of the valley.

"It's beautiful!" Ye Song exclaimed.

"Yes, it's very beautiful." The king smiled without poking his head out.

There are seven or eight high street lamps around the pavilion, painted white, but they can't be turned on now.The magic motor used to supply energy has long been removed, and the light bulb is no longer inside the lampshade.

Bulb took out a few candles and handed them to Ye Song: "Save it, we will poke one in each lamp and light it, only four or five candles will do."

"What about tomorrow? The candles will run out sooner or later." Ye Song said.

"These are candles brought out from the palace, they are all paid tribute from below, and one can last for half a month!" The light bulb laughed, "It seems to be made of... fish maw, but Your Majesty knows more about this than I do. "

"Deep-sea fish fat." The king continued, "This kind of fish is very big, and there are many in the bottom of the sea. It will take half a year to catch two or three. But the real expensive thing is the refining process... Hurry up and poke it, don't talk nonsense There are so many... I don’t know much about this craft, anyway, it’s really troublesome.”

"Then what shall we do now?" Ye Song asked.

"Bulb uses the pot at the bottom of the car to cook, and those who are strong can feed the horses, and the rest can be eaten in the carriage. We will sleep in the car this week." The king looked at the sky, "Bulb , By the way, look for a nearby creek, everyone needs to use bath water."

Ye Song stopped him.

"Isn't there me!"

As he said that, he sat on the ground, stretched out his hand towards the other side of the woods, breathed out for a while, and recited the spell.

The leaves made a rustling sound, and a stream of clear water rushed down, quickly filling the cooking pot.

"That's right! Ye Song, you still practice hard!" The king was very happy, and he heaved a sigh of relief and fell into the carriage. "Okay, I have two small wooden basins. Take one from your side and take a bath behind the pillars." gone."

"Why do you bring these things when you go out..." Ye Song was puzzled.

"Why do you have so many questions?" The king rolled his eyes, "These two basins are kept on the roof of the carriage, they can hold water for washing your face, and you can hold food... In short, in short."

Ye Song couldn't understand the king's words, so he didn't bother to pay attention to so much, so he took some by himself while the water was boiling, added cold water and went to take a shower later.

"I can't take a bath in this state, but at least I have to wipe it with water." The king threw the towel out of the carriage to the light bulb.

So the two of them took a bath in such a weird way, the king thought that Ye Song had been played around in the palace by the water he made of mist, and now... he could no longer cast such a spell.

What about his country?

In fact, the reason why Wuming Country's business developed so fast was purely because too many people were ordered to disarm and go home, and there were not enough soldiers on the border. The country's national defense was supported by the king alone.

In a week, Beiguo had enough time to raise his troops to attack, drive straight in, and then crush his palace to pieces.

North?

Why did the toad suddenly appear?This season should not be the time for plants to grow wildly.

And why does my own mana fail for no reason?Could it be that someone usurped the throne in the palace?Impossible, now people all over the country think he is still in the capital.

That leaves only one explanation: something has enclosed his territory into a small piece.

Speaking of enclosures... 'sealed jail'?But Snowball was chattering in the carriage.

Someone else's monster?Who knew he was here?

After much deliberation, the suspect can only be one person: Ting Lan!

"Bulb, I don't think we can get out now. There may be demonic barriers around the forest. I suspect it's her... Do you think she made this toad?" the king whispered in the bulb's ear.

"Possibly, but not necessarily." Light Bulb said, "If she has a familiar, I might feel it, but she doesn't have it at all. She doesn't smell like a contract. And...it may also be the Grand Prince's Party..."

The king knew that his eldest brother's descendants were eager to move and had ambitions for the throne, but they never took action. It was rare that they did not change their original intentions after so many generations. The king sometimes felt ashamed of himself for this perseverance.

"I will find an excuse for you to go hunting tomorrow. Go around and see if there are any magical obstacles or forbidden monsters. Come back and report. I must find a way to get out of here." .

And he wants to treat Ting Lan better, after all, he is someone Ye Song likes, so don't worry about doubting her.

He doesn't like the fact that he doesn't distinguish between public and private, but he must prepare for the worst. If Ting Lan is a spy from the Northland, he will arrest her mercilessly, inject amnesiacs, and escort her back.

Ye Song put on light, plain clothes, sat on the edge of the ravine, looking at the forest darkened by the night.There was just a gap in the leaves above his head, allowing him to see the most beautiful summer starry sky.

The sky was full of stars shining brightly on the dome, or gathered into constellations, or scattered into single stars, he thought of Ting Lan, worried about her injury, and cared about her feelings.The summer night is cool and thin, like a long thread in the hands of an embroiderer, passing through the gaps between the trees one by one, the night sky seems to have ripples, and the stars are like...

"The stars are like pearls, piled up in piles, it's really beautiful."

Ye Song turned his head, it was the king who appeared behind him at some point.

The king was dressed in an oriental-style Chinese dress, with three thin layers inside and outside, as black as ink, and they were styles from three different dynasties, trembling in the wind.The frills of the neckline, cuffs and hem are embroidered with peacock feathers in gold, which has a very three-dimensional effect, and the luster of the silk thread flows in the night.A whole golden peacock is embroidered on the belt, with its head down and its fan-shaped tail spreading out towards the ground.The trailing tail behind it was one meter long, the edges were cut into the shape of maple leaves, and a radiating golden sparrow feather was embroidered on the tip of each leaf.

It was rare for the king to wear a gorgeous headdress. As usual, only one side of his hair was bent, fixed on top of his head with a crown, and the rest fell naturally. The two black pearls swayed back and forth, but it was not as clear as his eyes.

Ye Song couldn't help being surprised, the king was indeed not good-looking, but there was no doubt that he was very beautiful, not because of his appearance.

"Are you looking at the stars?" The king smiled, rolled up the hem of his coat, sat on the side of the open space, took out the Suzaku Liuyun Tuan Fan from his sleeve, and shook it slowly.

"It looks good." Ye Song replied.

"Do you want Ting Lan?"

"how do you know?"

"Ye Song, there is a truth, you have to know it," the king said as if nothing had happened, but he couldn't hide the complicated expression, "When you like someone, you see the sky is blue, the water is green, and the stars are like green. Pearl, looking at the moon is like ice porcelain, everything in the world is as beautiful as a masterpiece that no one can draw—the reason, don’t doubt it, because you have become hypocritical.”

Ye Song had to admit that the king was right.

Sure enough, the king knew more than he did.

"Ah Jin, what does the sky look like to you?" Ye Song asked.

The king turned his head and looked at him with cold and deep eyes for a few seconds. He waited until Bu Yao's languor stopped before he opened his mouth:

"Same as what you saw."

The king couldn't say it, saying that he also had someone he liked.

Fortunately, Ye Song didn't find anything, instead he replied with a smile: "Yes, Ah Jin loves his country!"

The king paused and moved his eyes slightly: "Yes."

"Ah Jin," Ye Song looked at the sky, "I have something to ask you."

"Go ahead."

"If you like someone, how do you make the other person like you?" Ye Song asked.

The king's heart was shocked, and somewhere in his heart he felt a sense of loss that he had never experienced before. He didn't expect Ye Song to ask himself this question.

What, why don't you come here to ask when it's critical!I don't know who is trying to be brave.

"Exercising IQ." The king didn't think much about it, and this was the first sentence.

"What...? Ah, then I'll go find a math problem to do it?" Ye Song asked.

"No. Generally speaking, people who are educated and not too rigid will leave a good impression on people, and they are relatively more favorable. But you have to be the same on the outside, that is to say, you can't pretend to be educated. You have to really Cultured.” The king said, “Be down-to-earth, don’t pretend, be considerate, and have your own opinions, but these are just the conditions for attraction, and the most important thing is the long-term condition-the ability to persist in feelings.”

"How do you keep your feelings alive?"

"Is it up to you to feel this for yourself? I have never been in a relationship, and those just now are nonsense. In short, it is absolutely right to start with sending bags and lipsticks!" The king rolled his eyes.

"Isn't that too obvious?"

"Do you think it's not obvious when you feed her?" The king sighed, "Or you just choose gifts for anniversaries and birthdays."

"Is that so..." Ye Song scratched his head thoughtfully.

The king stood up, tapped Ye Song's head lightly with a fan, and said with a subtle and indifferent smile: "Okay, don't think too much, if you really like nature, you can teach yourself without a teacher. It's better to practice spells than to use your brain. I can only rely on you to protect me. I’m going for a walk, I won’t pester you anymore, go to bed early. Good night, apprentice.”

After finishing speaking, he turned around, followed the sound of the step shaking leisurely, dragged the golden peacock tail back to the corridor, and disappeared behind the bushes out of sight.

The author has something to say:

In fact, that is my own extravagant wish. Bags, lipsticks and the like are simply a bliss in life.