this king; that king

Bulb sat with his head propped up by the fire, cooking supper out of his reserves.

Maurice looked at the bulb, his eyes absent-minded, sparkling like rubies in the firelight.

"What are you thinking?" he asked.

"I was wondering if you wanted to quarrel with me." Light Bulb didn't turn his head to look at him.

"I'm not kidding you."

"Thinking of Your Majesty."

"I heard that with the liberalization of the system, there are quite a few people marrying familiars. Why don't you stay with your majesty? Don't the fat and water go to outsiders' fields." Morris asked.

"I'm different from them." The light bulb picked up the fire, "I can take care of His Majesty for the rest of my life, but I can't accept his body, his heart, and his eternal life. I have never been able to give birth to His Majesty." That kind of feeling comes."

Morris looked at the bulb for a long time.

"Your Majesty is so lucky to have found such a familiar like you."

"I'm not used to lyrical puppies, hurry up and return to normal mode." Light Bulb didn't answer, picked up the bowl, filled it with stewed vegetables and handed it over, "Try it, it's delicious, you're so close today!"

"It is impossible for the king not to dislike something that is not delicious." Morris was not polite at all, and began to eat with confidence.

"Little dog—" a voice came from afar.

It turned out to be Ye Song.

"It's just in time to come back, let's eat." Morris leaned in and gave up the seat next to him.

"Where's Your Majesty? Why didn't you see him come back?" Bulb asked.

"Ah Jin went for a walk, and I think I'll be back soon... Ting Lan is still unconscious, I'll feed her something first." Ye Song neatly filled half a bowl of bubbling soup, and served it carefully Then got into the carriage.

Afterwards, the three of them didn't speak any more, they ate in silence, looking at the dark green leaves in a trance.

When he goes out, he must take Ting Lan for a stroll, hold hands, and walk around all the shops he can go to.Ye Song thought.

step shaking sound.

Ye Song raised his head, and the king's hand was shaking in front of his eyes, and a doubtful voice came from behind the hand: "You are so stupid, why are you still dreaming?"

Ye Song smiled embarrassedly, watched the king take a large bowl of stewed vegetables, stuffed a big mouthful of soup into his mouth with a large spoon, gulped it down, licked his lips and complained: "I'm starving to death, bother."

Ye Song suddenly knew the difference between the king and Ting Lan.

When the king gradually let go of his defenses, he always showed him the most wretched side of himself, for example, he likes to gobble up elegantly, buy clothes desperately, and likes to swear.It shows that the king is getting more and more real to him.

But Ting Lan, she didn't pretend to be anything from the beginning, so she had the most affectionate impression from the beginning.

Maybe if the king had been nice to him in the first place, he would have really succeeded in seducing him.

No, here it is again, his thoughts are too dangerous, he can't smile and throb to the king like he did to Ting Lan.

At least he won't feel anything when he sees the king's naked body.

Seeing that he was lost in tangled thoughts again, the king could only smile helplessly and lovingly, and then ate his own food.

In the early morning of the next day, Ye Song's soft snoring was still ringing, the king got up and handed the bow, arrow and bread to the light bulb.

"Be careful and come back early."

"Yes."

"I also need to go."

The king turned his head, and it was Maurice, with a gun in his hand, and his hair was clipped neatly.

"That can't be done. You are an envoy of the Eastern Kingdom. I can't afford anything to happen." The king shook his head.

"No wonder. My chance of surviving is much higher than your rabbit's. At least my abilities are not special effects." Morris didn't want to ignore the king's unnecessary worries, and walked toward the depths of the dense forest calmly.

"Be sure to remember the direction to come back." The king was worried and reminded.

"Your Majesty, too. Be at ease and wait for us to come back." Lightbulb waved his hand, trotted up and followed Morris, and quickly disappeared into the light tree shadows and mist.

The king looked in that direction for a long time, and then he sat down beside the dying fire and skillfully set up new firewood.But when it was time to recite the spell, I realized that I couldn't use spells now, so I could only lift the bucket and pour water into the pot, cover the pot and wait for the water to boil.

Ye Song was awakened by the sound of cooking pots and bowls. He thought he was back in the Eastern Kingdom. Outside his small room, there were the cooks in the house busily busy, and some people were busy delivering gifts to the ladies and wives. cosmetics.

At this time, he saw the temporary curtain erected in front of him and Ting Lan's hair behind the curtain, and he remembered that he was trapped with the king and Ting Lan, and could only sleep in the carriage with the unconscious Ting Lan.

The morning in the forest was very refreshing. Soon after the sun came out, the fog was about to disperse, and the air was at the most suitable temperature. Ye Song carefully climbed out of the car, but Morris did not fall asleep on the shaft.

Then he saw the king, wearing a turban, a long robe with narrow sleeves covering his calves, pajamas inside, and a pair of milk tea-colored soft boots on his feet. maximum usefulness.Breakfast is a small pot of porridge being cooked on the fire, bubbling and bubbling, with a faint delicious aroma.

The king took out the bowl and put it away, quickly sprinkled the chopped green onions in it, and lowered the fire so that it only had the function of keeping warm.

"Morning, Ah Jin!" Ye Song greeted with a smile.

"Oh! I didn't see you... Good morning!" The king replied with a smile like an ordinary peasant woman.

"Can I eat it?" Ye Song leaned over to look at the pot and asked.

"Okay! Otherwise, I wouldn't be able to eat so much by myself." The king handed him a bowl.

"Alone? Where's Bulb and Morris?"

"Our dry rations can't last that long. They went hunting, and they probably will come back with something like a pheasant," said the king.

Ye Song nodded, took a sip, and was immediately amazed at the king's cooking skills.Although the porridge is hot, the fragrant taste cannot be concealed.It seems to be a faint fisherman's flavor by the Dongguo River, and it should be a material such as dried fish.

"Shouldn't you get used to it? This is the dish of the Eastern Kingdom." Seeing that he has been silent, the king thought it was not delicious, so he asked tentatively.

"I'm used to it! Everything Ah Jin eats is delicious." Ye Song came back to his senses and grinned.

The king blushed, hurriedly packed some food and got into Ting Lan's carriage without saying anything.

But what happened next was not good.

It was almost noon, and neither Bulb nor Morris came back.

There is absolutely no way this can happen with light bulbs.

Even if he didn't catch the prey, it's time to come back and look for him now. After all, eating is more important, so he won't understand.

It was as if something was tugging at his heartstrings, tight and tight.

The king's heart flustered, and he remembered the helplessness he felt when he was thrown in the market by Jason. At that time, the light bulb woke him up and took him back to the palace.

Now even the light bulb has an accident?

Whether it's life or death, no matter where he goes, how can he allow the light bulb to leave by himself?

The king broke out in a cold sweat, and turned his head to look at Ye Song. He was sitting in meditation calmly, without any worry at all.

The king was scared, and a strong sense of crisis hit him. He knew that no one was as nervous as him, so he wanted to get the light bulb back before he collapsed.He stood up abruptly, rushed to the side of the carriage, pulled out Ye Song's sword and ran in the direction where the light bulb left.

The king could hear his own heartbeat, and he knew that maybe they were all going to die here.Before, he said that waiting for the road builders to arrive was just to calm everyone's emotions. He couldn't know when the construction period was, and...the light bulb was still by his side at that time.

In fact, no one has thought about it carefully. This is such a big forest. Once you enter it, you will be blocked in front and back and wild beasts are rampant. It is impossible to escape.

If anything happened to the light bulb, he would never forgive himself.

He was really alone.

The more the king thought about it, the more sad he became. When he closed his eyes and was about to numb himself with the running wind and waves, he felt his hand being pulled.

"You stay, I'll look for it." Ye Song appeared behind the king, took his hand calmly, and wiped away his tears, "Wait for me to come back."

Before the king could answer, Ye Song grabbed the sword and rode his horse into the gap between the trees.

The king stood there blankly, not knowing what to say or what to do.For a moment, he put his head on his hands and laughed self-deprecatingly.

Ye Song's horse stepped nimbly across the land in the forest, ran in the direction of his footsteps for only a minute or two, and then he had a harvest.

On the ground in front of him, something seemed to be shaking.

He got off his horse and got closer, and it turned out to be the familiar fat white rabbit and the clever Shiba Inu.

"You...how did you become like this?!" Ye Song stepped forward immediately, knelt down to check, and found that both animals were injured, obviously the light bulb was more serious.

A piece of the rabbit's white fur was torn off, revealing its bare skin. There were six or seven wounds on its body, bleeding little by little, rolling down along the direction of the hair like agate, and melting into the ground.It was closing its eyes tightly in pain, twitching and trembling involuntarily.

Shiba Inu has a wound on his leg. Although it is not serious, it is obviously unable to walk. It is licking the rabbit's wound with its tongue, but it doesn't help.

"Quick... I managed to get the light bulb here, and take him back quickly, or I will die!" Morris said.

Without saying a word, Ye Song immediately picked them up gently, got on the horse, and rode back desperately.

"Who did it?!" Ye Song asked.

"I don't know... It seems to be a monster with claws. When it wanted to kill me, the light bulb blocked it for me, and then I was scratched again... It's probably like this." Shiba Inu replied.

"Thank you for your hard work." Ye Song said.

"Actually, Bulb is quite nice. Although he said 'I take care of you because Your Majesty sees you as the special envoys of the Eastern Kingdom', he may be closer to us than the king in his heart." Morris shook his head, "I hope he's all right."

Ye Song didn't expect that the king heard the sound of his horse's hooves from a distance, rushed up and stood by the pavilion, anxiously waiting for him to come back.

As the wind of the horseshoes died down, the sharp-eyed king saw the light bulb at once.

His face shrank into a painful piece as if being squeezed strongly, but even this couldn't contain his tears and painful howls.

Something really happened to the light bulb, he shouldn't have asked the light bulb to investigate the situation!Now he is not only an incompetent king, but also an incompetent master!It's all his fault, for sending others to take risks because of himself, that's a femme fatale!

If there is something wrong with the light bulb, how can he face the rest of the long night!

The king whimpered and wiped away the tears that blurred his vision with his arms, and frantically stopped the bleeding and bandaged the bulb.

who is it?Who did it?

The King has only one thought: he's going to kill the slut who shot at the light bulb - no matter who or what he or she or it is!

First... what to do first?Be rational... think about what caused the injury, this scratch, this direction, you can't go wrong, it's a cat of a different species among the symbiotic monsters!

It's so weird, there's no way that so many things appear so often!

Someone is going to kill him!

who is it?Who dares to kill the king?

Ting Lan!

The king turned his head suddenly, as if he was going to stare at the carriage, he wanted to know if she did it, but Ting Lan was in a coma, it was impossible for her to make such small movements.

Could it be Ye Song?

The king trusted him, it wouldn't be his.

Seeing the expression of the light bulb gradually relaxing and falling asleep, the king finally heaved a sigh of relief, and Ye Song on one side also bandaged Morris.

"I'm sorry, I just cry all day long... I just... feel bad, after all, I'm a waste now. And I don't have to worry about crying and turning ugly, I..."

With tears in his eyes, the king smiled sarcastically, and stopped talking. The words were clearly addressed to Ye Song, but he didn't even glance at him.

"How could it be your fault? You haven't done anything...it's okay..." Ye Song squatted down quickly, and gently smoothed the king's sweaty hair with his fingertips, but was thrown away.

"Don't touch!...don't kill me!"

The king's eyes widened, and he roared manically in a hoarse voice.

"I... just to comfort you..." Ye Song was taken aback, and immediately withdrew his hand, at a loss.

The king also seemed to be frightened by himself, and bigger tears fell in response.

"No... I didn't, I..." the king argued incoherently while sobbing, "I... I'm sorry!"

The king stood up abruptly, subconsciously bowed deeply to Ye Song, gently picked up the light bulb, turned around and fled behind the carriage.