this king; that king

Father's trip from the Wuming Country has been prosperous, and there are more people in the Ye Mansion to curry favor with.Because no one knew about Ye Song going there together, as usual, he had no acquaintance and no one to ask.

As for the wind chime, it was piled up in the corner together with the box, and it was forgotten after a long time.

A few days in the nameless country was like a dream to Ye Song, out of reach, so along with the wind chimes, they were forgotten together.

At the age of 14, the family held a family dinner again.

The emperor was afraid that his uncle would hold great power, and he relied more on his father. The family reunion gradually became more violent. Ye Song didn't like it the most, so he took the food and sat in the corner.

"Second brother."

Ye Song raised his head, it turned out to be the third brother, he didn't say anything, just sat with him, ate, and stopped to smile at him.

"What kind of happy event are you having? You are so stupid, and you are not afraid that your father will say that you are not well-bred." Ye Song said.

"Go to his upbringing, it's all for in-laws, I'm not married yet!"

Seeing Ye Song's expression that looked like a smile but not a smile, the third brother smiled slightly.

"Second brother, come with me."

The stars at night are extremely beautiful, not one by one, but one by two, like lotus leaves in a dark pond, and the moon, like a lotus, is white and flawless.

The two brothers climbed to the top floor of the house, and at the end of the corridor of the side pavilion was a locked window, which Ye Song had never opened.

The third brother hurriedly took out the key from his pocket, pushed the lock open, and the two of them opened the window together.

There is a sea of ​​red lights in front of you, surging all the way from the outer wall of Ye Mansion to the hazy imperial palace in the distance. If the lake is shimmering, dark and bright blend together, layered and diffuse, gently swaying in the evening wind blowing on your face.Taking a closer look, what I saw here was actually the lights of half of the capital city, together with the voices of the bustling population, reflecting the sky purple.

Ye Song exclaimed happily, it turned out that the capital city is so beautiful.

"This key is a birthday gift from my aunt in charge this year. I often come here to look far away. Huaping is still asleep, and no one is with me. I heard that after I get married, I will have to stay in the house all day. In the boudoir, my husband's family doesn't like me running around, so...you have to take a look at it now." The third brother supported his head and smiled lightly, his long black hair trembling with the wind.

Huaping is the third younger brother's familiar, a firefly that doesn't wake up until summer, usually just sleeps, his father hoped for his well-being, and intentionally picked it for him, the master and servant get along well.

"Is this how you listen to your father?"

"I'm not like you, second brother. I'm the kind of person who is both controlled and hated by others. I'm not as free as you."

"Then we have made an appointment. Whenever you want, the second brother will take you away and marry the person you like." Ye Song stretched out his little finger, "Pull the hook."

"Pull the hook." The third brother hesitated for a moment, and reached out his hand to make an agreement.

Unfortunately, that agreement was not fulfilled in the end.

Two days later, the in-laws brought a child to wander around. The child became very playful and threw the key of the third brother Wangjing City into the dry well.

The third brother made a big fuss, Ye Song had never seen him so crazy, smashing things while telling his in-laws to get out, and his father slapped him twice in the end.

The next day, Ye Song saw people from the opposite door's general's mansion carrying a red sedan chair, and the weeping third brother put on his wedding dress and took him away. Hearing that his father was afraid that he would make trouble again, he hurriedly handed him over to his in-laws.

Ye Song couldn't stop him, and sat in the room feeling sad for half a month.

"I still like the young master who loves to laugh." Morris endured for a long time, and finally persuaded him.

"That's right." Ye Song said thoughtfully.

When he was 15 years old, his eldest brother won the imperial examination and became an official. He took his relatives and separated the family. He was the only son left in the Ye Mansion. His family persuaded him to enter the world, but he refused. What he hated most was studying to death. Books, playing with the swords sent by the Wuming Kingdom and the Northern Kingdom all day long.

"Then what's the use of fiddling with foreign knives and guns all day long?" Father taught.

Ye Song is unwilling to answer, he has always been indifferent to his father.

"Falling outsiders!"

Ye Song didn't want to make any more excuses.

So his father insisted on forcing him to the border, telling him to experience the speed of the sword.

In a flash, it was two years.

He turned back into that happy boy, which his father never expected.

What's more, at this time, my father is already terminally ill and will die soon.

There was a long queue at the gate of Ye Mansion, every family came to beg for Ye Song's marriage, not only because of his father's inheritance, but also because he was asked to be an envoy in the Nameless Country, his status is not what it used to be.

After attending his father's funeral, Ye Song left for the unknown country.

He was sad, but he couldn't cry. Seeing the elder brother beside him crying heartbreakingly, his heart trembled. It turned out that only those who were spoiled since childhood can experience the extreme sadness of loss.

"But it's okay, I never had a particularly deep affection for my father, but I can't hate it either." Ye Song laughed.

"Hey... is that the end?" the king asked.

"It's over!"

"Sorry." The king shook his head.

"Pity?"

"There are many other details that you have left out, haven't you?" asked the king.

"For example...?" Ye Song was puzzled.

"Well... don't you want to know why I asked you to be an apprentice? I can tell you part of it now." The king played with his hair, "I know, you like to play with foreign weapons, and you were scolded by your family more than once or twice. This time, that’s why I took you to see the trial meeting. I know that you feel very sorry for the third brother’s things being played by children, so I took you here to stay overnight. I know you miss your Dongguo, so I will take you to eat Dongguo Chinese cuisine. Of course, the so-called details, you didn’t tell me that your family doesn’t treat familiars as human beings, and you didn’t tell me that the painting screen was finally taken by the in-law’s family to fight insects... It’s really a waste of my efforts, Fortunately, I took you to punish those who abused animals."

Ye Song couldn't turn his head around for a while.

It turns out that the king already knew all his experiences in the past ten years?How could it be... Could it be that his purpose is to induce himself to tell his experience?

Ye Song was dumbfounded, only looking at the king.

"I know what you want to ask. That's right, I know everything about you," the king said. "Since you returned to the East with your father, I have cared about you very much, because...the same sickness? In short, I feel that you are also taken by the family. It's not easy for people to look down on you, so let the light bulb pay attention to your movements. But don't worry, I'm just asking about your recent situation, and it hasn't affected your life."

"Then... you know it all, why do you want to provoke me to speak out?"

"Because I want revenge!" The king sighed, "The light bulb told you all about me, and I only want to hear you tell all about yours to be even."

"In this case, I want to find out about your movements!" Ye Song replied.

"That's fine, I don't mind," the king said indifferently, "You can find someone to watch me every day after you return to the Eastern Kingdom, but it doesn't matter how much you are capable of inquiring."

But the king went around in a big circle, and the topic got more and more deviated, and finally he didn't say his ultimate goal.

Ye Song was a little annoyed. The feeling that he was being followed made him very unhappy. He suddenly thought that not everything in the world can be evened out. He was about to pay back to the king, but the latter stood up easily , stretched his waist: "It's already early in the morning, at least it's two o'clock, right? Good night, apprentice."

In this case, Ye Song didn't want to argue with the king anymore, so he also stood up, and the two went to the camp one after the other.

Ye Song tossed and turned, but couldn't fall asleep.

The king obviously didn't provoke him on purpose, and he didn't cling to him anymore, let alone indoctrinate him on purpose, but it made him feel more anxious than ever before.

He could not believe that the king had gone to such lengths to do such a simple thing, that there was something hidden under his second mask.The king treated him really well, at least he didn't have the tendency to assassinate him openly, but who said he couldn't be a smiling tiger?

Suddenly, a beam of faint light slipped in through the window of the carriage, eager to leave the forest, Ye Song immediately raised his head and looked out the window vigilantly.

"Shh - don't move."

It was obviously the voice of the king, signaling someone to be quiet.

"I just..." Bulb wanted to justify something.

"Hush—" the king interrupted him.

Ye Song tiptoed out of his own carriage, stooped close to the king's one, and peeked in through the gap in the curtain.

Candles were lit in the carriage, the king was sitting on his seat with his head bowed and writing quickly, the rabbit was holding a bottle of ink in his hands, and a large stack of notes was piled up beside him, the breathing of the two was echoed by the dancing candle and shaking. Exceptionally clear in the shadows.

"How many letters are left in this batch?" the king whispered.

"Three. Then there are the stacks that were collected in Everspring City. There are more than 60 in total." Light Bulb replied in a low voice.

"I can't communicate with the outside world these days, and I don't know what's going on. The border...is it okay? I don't know how many new memorials I have left." The king lowered his voice.

"Your Majesty, rest assured, even if something happens, there is nothing you can do, you can only wait."

The king's hand suddenly trembled, he raised his head drowsily, and clenched his teeth.Bulb quickly poured two pills out of a bottle and stuffed them into the king's mouth.

Ye Song looked in surprise, is the king sick?

The king shook his head, indicating that the bulb continued to hold the ink. After a while, he picked up the pen again and resumed working.

Ye Song was about to ask about the situation when the light bulb threw a ball of paper out, which happened to hit Ye Song on the head.He glanced at the light bulb awkwardly and displeasedly, and the light bulb shook his head at him, signaling him not to get involved.

Ye Song unfolded the note, and there were only a few words in it: Alright, go to sleep.

Seeing that he was still staying where he was, Light Bulb yelled at him dissatisfiedly, and even moved his ears, beckoning him to leave quickly.

Only then did Ye Song come to his senses, and sneaked back.

The night is long, and no matter how diligent the king is, he will eventually be distracted and unable to last.

"Bulb, I'm so tired."

"Then don't hold on, Your Majesty, go to bed early, or your skin will get worse." The rabbit put away the ink and brought clothes for the king to use as a quilt.

"Anyway, it's ugly, and the skin is good anyway. Hey, I was so lazy because I used to drag Yan Hewan to accompany me to copy homework... People, if you have something to study, you will find it hard, and if you don't have it, you will feel uncomfortable. "The king tidied his hair, curled up on the seat and buried his head.

"Your Majesty, stop thinking about the past and go to sleep."

"No..." the king sighed, "When I close my eyes, my mind is full of Ye Song..."

Except for Ye Song, the king has always paid attention to his third brother, which he never told his apprentices.Rather than feeling pity for Ye Song, it would be better to treat his third brother.But he would rather let Ye Song believe that, because it's been a long, long time since he has truly cared for a child like this.

From love to love, what is going on!

The king knew nothing, and hated himself for it.A lot of age, the brain is still 15 years old, and he doesn't even know what love is, thanks to him still plausibly preaching to Ye Song, what about the famous paintings that no one can draw?Embarrassing, so embarrassing.

But the light bulb didn't know what the king was thinking now, he thought his majesty was just thinking about the person he liked.He ignored the light bulb, covered the king, blew out the lamp, and fell asleep listening to the crackling of the woodpile.

The king had a dream.

The person he loves the most still leaves and abandons him as always, and he still blames himself for being hypocritical as always.

He looked around carefully, but there was nothing there. Ye Song appeared not far away, smiling at him, holding a wedding phoenix crown in his hand.

One step, two steps, Ye Song approached, the phoenix crown was about to fall on his head, his gentle voice seemed to come from an endless distance:

"Ajin, I've never been so happy, I didn't expect..."

The king snapped his eyes open, and the early autumn sun had pierced through the curtains, casting tiny spots on his face.

"I didn't expect you to wake up! I'm so worried! How is it? Are you hungry? What do you want to eat? I'll go to the woods and catch you!" Ye Song's gentle and excited voice was a higher pitch than in the dream, obviously it happened What a good thing.

"It's so annoying, disturbing people's sleep early in the morning... Uh-" the king yawned, put on his gauze and got out of the car dissatisfied.

The king involuntarily opened his eyes wide in the next second, and gasped.

Ting Lan woke up!

How did she manage to detoxify herself?It stands to reason that medicine can only delay, not cure!

But she was smiling at Ye Song there, her beautiful hair was shining like satin under the sun.

"This……"

The king couldn't speak, turned his head and squeezed into the carriage, trying to sort out his thoughts.

What's the matter with her... no, what is she?

After some struggles, he came to a conclusion, if Ting Lan was really a spy from the Northern Kingdom, then he would be finished, there is no room for thinking now, it is definitely not easy for a person who can detoxify by himself, he can only treat her as a spy directly treat.

Thinking of this, the king waved his hand like a drama actor, and changed into the expression of the obsequious troublemaker when he first met Ye Song, holding the hem of his clothes, smiling sincerely as if he had just recovered from a serious illness, and smiling as usual. Say hello to them before.

He has never been such a simple person.

The author has something to say:

Wow finally woke up, I like Ting Lan