this king; that king

Because the weather was not good along the way, and the king could not use spells too ostentatiously, everyone went to the palace until evening.

Originally thought that the Changyuan Palace would be as gorgeous as the capital palace, but Ye Song was dumbfounded when he got out of the car. Although it had the shape of a castle, it was only a big villa at best, and there was nothing surprising about it except the size. The dusty window, green and green looks very comfortable.

"What? Do you think it's a big mansion?" The king jumped out of the carriage, held on to the door to stabilize his heels, and walked forward step by step.

"Ah...it's okay, you can't draw people's attention." Ye Song finally came to his senses, and the king sneered silently.

"I never hired a housekeeper, so there has been no one in the palace for a long time. Your task..." The king took out the key and unscrewed the lock, and then pushed hard, dodging the falling dust at a very fast speed And cobwebs, "No spells are allowed except for washing the floor, and clean up the palace!"

"What?! The palace is so big that you can't use spells?!" Ye Song shot back mercilessly, "What on earth are you trying to do!"

"Pay attention to me! In private, I'm not some Jin, but your senior, your king!" The king said coldly, his tone suddenly softened, "Besides, I also want to clean up with you, the light bulb and Mo Rees can rest after packing up the two butler rooms."

"Why?!" Ye Song pointed at the two familiars who were laughing behind him.

"Did you sleep in the car? Yes! But the two of them served tea and water all the way and never slept! Besides, using spells all the time will make people have a strong inertia, which is not conducive to the improvement of the average national physical fitness, otherwise Why do you think I should legislate to regulate the regular use of spells?" The king waved his hand, and the palace was immediately brightly lit, emitting a soft glow in the night.

The king took out a new mop from the warehouse with the help of teleportation, and when it was wet, he stepped on it casually and mopped the ground.

Ye Song sighed, at least it was not difficult to get such a simple thing as a mop, so he imitated the king and turned into a mop and started working.

After working for a long time, Ye Song wiped the sweat from his forehead and sighed, "It's finally done!"

Looking back, the king was drenched in sweat and panting heavily. It seemed that he was tired from wiping the cabinet up and down with a rag.But when the king saw Ye Song turning his head back, he quickly straightened his waist leaning against the wall, swallowed secretly, and said in a smooth and uninterrupted sentence: "Okay, seeing how tired you are, let's go to the bathroom to take a shower first! "

"But Your Majesty looks more tired than I am." Ye Song glanced at the king's heaving chest, but was not very interested in him.

"That's it! Although I'm not tired at all, I'll go take a shower, and you will be responsible for wiping the banisters of the stairs again." The king threw down the mop, snapped his fingers to make it disappear, and walked to the bathroom on his own, Along the way, he caught all kinds of tools sent by the light bulb.

"...Hey! I have done a lot more work than you!" Ye Song shouted.

"Then you wash with me?" the king said coldly.

"No, it's disgusting." Ye Song immediately picked up the rag and began to scrub the railing.

The king cast a sidelong glance at him, and went upstairs without saying a word.

In the middle of the night, everyone fell asleep peacefully, and there were bursts of insects chirping from the suburbs outside the palace. The subtle sounds made people sleep more comfortably.

Suddenly, a sharp sound of glass shattering pierced the peaceful silence. Ye Song was awakened by the crisp sound. He immediately ran out of bed and was about to open the window to check the situation. came.

"Ah Jin!" Ye Song looked from the window to the place where the cry came from, and there was a rope hanging by his window, and the other end of the rope was a three-claw hook, which stretched into the king's bedroom.

"Stop!" The king's roar sounded again, followed by a strong wave of magic power, the king's bedroom glowed with blinding white light, a gust of cold wind mixed with sharp rain of ice slag came out of the window, and then another A hot pillar of fire rushed straight out, scorching the wall.

Ye Song immediately grabbed the rope and flipped through the window into the king's bedroom two or three times, but was immediately bounced out. When he fell in a panic, he was caught by the light bulb and passed back to the ground safely.

"What's that?!" Ye Song rubbed his upper body and asked while taking the clothes handed over by the light bulb.

"That's His Majesty's enchantment, there is an intruder, and His Majesty is trapping him in the bedroom." Light bulb narrowed his eyes and looked around.

"Then the ice rain and fire just now...?"

"Well, it's all His Majesty's doing."

Ye Song also looked up, under the cold moonlight, the king's bedroom was glowing green like fireflies, presumably it was the wall of the barrier.

At this time, a trembling male voice came from upstairs: "I...I surrender..."

There was another rustling sound, the barrier disappeared, and the light bulb pulled Ye Song into the king's bedroom.

Morris also just arrived.The king was wearing a long gray coat with a big white bow tied on the back, holding a long golden staff with a snow-white orb on top, and an ice-blue magic circle under his feet. The bed was very messy, It seemed that he was sweating profusely from fright.

On the other side of the king, there was a young man in civilian clothes squatting under the window sill. He was tall, with blond hair, brown eyes, and clean skin.

"...is it an alpha? How timid!" The king stepped forward and raised his chin, pressed his stomach lightly, and stared fiercely.The young man trembled, avoiding the king's eyes in horror.

"Bulb, take it down, give him a bath and change clothes, and get him something to eat, he's hungry." The king hung the staff on the wall casually, picked up the sweat towel that flew to the ground and wiped his face, " After finishing it, arrange him to sleep in the room next to me, lock the windows and doors, add magic protection, and I will interrogate him personally tomorrow morning."

"Yes." Bulb saluted, picked him up and carried him down.

"Ah... is your majesty okay?" Ye Song turned his head to watch the king restore the wall, and dragged his long coat back to the bed.

"Very well, go back to sleep, sorry for disturbing you," the king said coldly, and turned to Morris with a slight smile, "Mr. Morris too, go to sleep at ease, nothing will happen if I am here."

Ye Song was a little unhappy. The king seemed to be more kind to Morris. As an apprentice, he really felt that he was too strict with him. The king seemed to hate himself.Maurice's face was paralyzed for thousands of years, and the corners of his mouth were raised. He saluted the king, and then dragged Ye Song out of the king's bedroom. This baseless unfair treatment made Ye Song even more angry.

what the hell!Isn't he just an old man in his 200s who pretends to be tender? What's so good about giving orders? Except for the set of spells he cultivated for 200 years, he didn't find any other advantages. On the contrary, his habit of using his ugly face to seduce people is very annoying. I hate it, what is there to admire about Morris, and why does the light bulb follow him! ?

The room was very dark, and the king curled up in the quilt alone. He couldn't deny that he was really frightened. His heart was beating wildly. Until now, when he saw the furnishings in the room, he felt like hideous faces.

The king quickly touched the staff as if he was avoiding the darkness, activated the light spell to make it shine slightly, and just hung it on the head of the bed, feeling relieved immediately.The king was afraid of ghosts. Although he had killed many monsters in his life, he couldn't restrain his fear of supernatural and terrifying things. He believed that he would be immune to all poisons by wrapping himself in a quilt.

A faint light flashed, and the light bulb came back through. The king wondered: "You settled that guy so quickly?"

"The person next door has fixed the doors and windows, left the food and clothes in the bathtub and let him do it himself," said the light bulb.

"Alright, you go back to sleep."

Bulb took off his coat and got into the king's quilt: "Your Majesty liked to hug me to sleep when I was a child, especially in a place like the palace where people tend to think wildly."

"Hmm..." The king turned over and leaned against the light bulb softly, "The room is really scary."

"It's better to be an old friend, right? Your Majesty is so insecure, why don't you consider getting married?" Bulb asked.

The king let out a long breath: "Why, do you have someone to recommend?"

"Your Majesty is very clear, I will not recommend it casually." The light bulb touched the king's head.

"Don't marry!" The king buried his head in the pillow, "You know my attitude towards this kind of thing very well."

Bulb smiled, thought for a while, and was about to reply, but heard the king's soft purring, apparently falling asleep.

The next morning, the light bulb picked up the king, shook him awake, changed his clothes and went to the next room.

The young man seemed to have sorted things out a long time ago, which made the king, who was always proud of himself for getting up early, a little unbalanced. The young man sat down and waited for the king's question.

"Who are you, what are you doing, what's the matter?" The king raised his legs, picked up the hot milk, and took a sip slowly.

"Yes, master, at Xiamole...the family, the rich one!" the young man laughed.

"Ben...is the master joking with you!" The king swallowed a big gulp, his eyes were so hot that his eyes widened, and he put down the cup calmly as if nothing happened to cool down.

"Sorry!" Mo Le immediately lowered his head, "My family is a wealthy family here, and I am a bastard."

"You don't really look like you," the king reached out and picked up Moller's clothes, and looked at them carefully for a while, "The red belt, green trousers, and this rustic light brown shirt are very expensive but It is completely the aesthetics of an 80-year-old uncle."

"You don't look good with this outfit. It's an ancient costume from many years ago, and you don't know how modern it is?" Mo Le brushed off the king's hand, and took a look at his white robe and tunic embroidered with ancient methods.

"Aren't you afraid of offending nobles?" the king asked coldly.

"You are not scary at all. The familiar Mr. Rabbit Tail said that you like to joke a lot, so it doesn't matter if you tell me to say whatever you want." Mo Le grinned.

The refreshing smell on Moller's body gave the king a strange sense of peace of mind. He didn't want to let go of his arrogance, but he sat down relaxed somehow: "Okay, what are you doing here?"

"...I heard that my predecessors hid treasures here, I want to find them..."

"Your predecessor? This is the palace of the royal family, you know? If you come here to find something... treason or something... Anyway, it is suspected of various crimes." The king was a little upset.

"Tch, I think you are also a relative of the emperor if you can live in this palace? You can't even remember any crimes, how dare you accuse me?" Mo Le rolled his eyes.

The king blushed, the legal provisions on the ban on trespassing were all left by his father and had not been changed, so they were all recorded in the book, and he couldn't recite them by himself.

"Okay, you scared me to death last night, it's even." Mo Le stood up, reached out and rubbed the king's head twice.

"What are you doing!"

Mo Le stretched out his hand: "You seem to be only fifteen or sixteen years old this year. I'm seventeen, so I'm not very old. Let's be friends. I think you're not happy when you're cold, and your familiar is very worried. look."

The king was about to lose his temper, but he couldn't express it while facing his smiling face. He silently lowered his head and shook hands with Mo Le.

"Speaking of which, children of nobles should get married at this age, right? Why are you still single?"

The king's heart stabbed violently.

"Ah, I'm too ugly, no one wants me."

"It's so far-fetched." Mo Le looked at the king who was avoiding his eyes, "But you are also gentle and cute, so why no one wants you!"

The king was so coaxed by him that he didn't know why, and Mo Le didn't realize that he had said something meaningful to the king inadvertently. He only saw the person on the opposite side lower his head more and more, and said in a low voice: "You praise me so much, it's not a traitor!" That's stealing."

"Don't think so, aren't you here to interrogate me? Go ahead." Mo Le patted the king on the shoulder.

"...Mmm." The king raised his head with a smile, feeling an inexplicable warmth in his heart.

Suddenly there was a knock on the door, Ye Song pushed open the door and walked into the room.

The king's face immediately became gloomy like a dark cloud before a rainstorm, and he resumed his gloomy tone: "Ah, it's Ye Song, what's the matter?"

"Didn't you let me come in 5 minutes later?" Ye Song was a little unhappy. The king treated a thief with ease, and the king had never spoken to him so softly since he met the king.

"Ah, yes, you come to interrogate him." The king stood up.

"Why?!" Ye Song mercilessly protested.

"I'm tired."

The king turned away.

"I don't want to do it for you, I just want to talk to this little brother because he looks so handsome!" Ye Song shouted loudly towards the king's back.

"What did you say?" the king stopped.

Ye Song saw the king who turned his head back, half of his face was covered in the shadow of the corridor, his cold eyes and hideous anger pierced Ye Song's heart.

"Why do you have a good impression of good-looking people?!" The king cursed.

"Do I still hate good-looking people? Why don't you care about me!"

The king rushed forward and easily submerged Ye Song in the water polo to freeze it into ice, and threw it out of the window, only to hear the sound of ice breaking, followed by Ye Song's roar: "Are you crazy?!"

"Even if I'm crazy, I won't talk to you!" The king raised his head and roared back.

"Stop!" Mo Le's voice came suddenly, followed by a hand on the king's shoulder.

"What to do?" the king instinctively took a step back.

"You are so hot-tempered, you are not likable!" Mo Le smiled.

"I want you to take care of it." The king shook off his hand and turned around to leave.

Unexpectedly, Mo Le hugged him and said with a smile: "This is not allowed! I've got you covered!"

The king blushed, and immediately relaxed and changed the subject: "By the way, what do you want to steal, I'll give it to you."

"A gold necklace with a large emerald on it, which was left by my great-grandfather 200 years ago." Moller and the king walked out of the room.

The king was startled, as if he had been struck by lightning for nine days, and froze in place, with faint tears in his eyes, he clenched his teeth, his rapid breathing and frightened heartbeat became heavier, and his fists under his long sleeves were clenched tightly. Yes, cold sweat continued to break out, and it lasted for more than ten seconds.

What's wrong, but that thing? !

From this point of view... this kid's face, temperament, and seductive manner are very similar...

The king raised his cloudy face and trembled all over: "You said that thing...who left it?!"

"My great-grandfather!" Moller said happily.

"Excuse me, may I ask... your full name?" the king asked, suppressing his fear.

"Moller Barnia, that's not a great name!" Moller laughed.

The king choked up and asked, "What is your great-grandfather... called?"

"Jason Barnia is also very ordinary."

The king gritted his teeth hard, made a creaking sound, and said coldly: "Go downstairs first and stay with Morris in the side room on the first floor. I have something to bring to you later."

Moller happily agreed, and ran down the stairs all the way. The king saw his figure disappearing at the top of the stairs, couldn't bear it anymore, ran into his room, grabbed the arm of the light bulb, and shouted hoarsely: "Yes!" He...it's him! I shouldn't have let him go, I should have killed him...! Kill him completely!"

The author has something to say:

Well, it's still far-fetched