this king; that king

"Ah Jin, I have troubled you for the past few days." Ting Lan was obviously as happy as a bird.

"Where... help people to the end, and send the Buddha to the west." The king replied, "I promised to take you back to the capital to arrange a residence, and I can't leave you here."

"Ting Lan, if you have anything you want to eat, just tell me, I'll go to the woods and catch it for you." Ye Song immediately exploded the flowers.

"Yes, yes, please order him whatever you want." The king raised his eyebrows wretchedly at Ye Song.

"Oh, what a shame..." Ting Lan lowered her head and rubbed her fingers, "I can do anything, but I still want to leave here soon..."

"I've wronged you. If you last a day or two, someone must come. I'll go hunting for you right now!" Without saying a word, Ye Song set off with a longbow on his back, without even looking at the king.

The king immediately felt a mix of silent anger and jealousy hit his proud brain, he gritted his teeth, tried to pretend to be normal, and politely took out the small bottle in his pocket and handed it to Ting Lan: "If If the poison breaks out again, just take a pill, and the bonfire has been burning for so many days, someone must have seen it.”

"I'm fine...is Ye Song okay?" Ting Lan asked.

Ting Lan called his name, which was much better than her own.

"What do you say is all right?" asked the king.

"During the few days when I was in a coma, he hunted me and chopped firewood to keep me warm...Although he said it wasn't him, I understood. I was afraid he would be exhausted."

The king felt displeased for a while, chopping firewood was obviously done by himself enduring the pain of his wound, Ye Song was just telling the truth, but by mistake, he became a strategy like trying to get him.

"If you really want to thank him, go for a walk with him at night and chat for a while. I'm so much older than him, and the chats are all about life, or nonsense. It's not as natural as yours." The king didn't want to compete with Ting Lan, that would be too immoral, so it's better to create some opportunities for Ye Song.

"Okay, don't be too tired, Ah Jin, let me help with the cooking, too?"

"We'll wait until you recover better." The king smiled, turned his head and got back into the carriage.

The rabbit was lying on the side of the car window, pinching his soft flesh regretfully: "Why didn't Your Majesty tamper with the bottle? Didn't you confirm that she was regarded as a spy from the Northern Kingdom?"

"Before, I was just angry that there were spies watching and invading my privacy, so I wanted to kill her. But now that I think about it, it's unnecessary. The northern spies will soon be... their own people." The king sighed, Sitting down and fiddling with his hair, "And... I can't hurt my apprentice."

The rabbit twitched the corner of its mouth at the king with great interest, its fluttering pink nostrils revealing a sense of mockery.

The king didn't want to pay attention to him, and just gave him a cold look.

Not long after, the king heard Ting Lan's exclamation.

"Wow—it's amazing! Hey, this pheasant is so fat, it must be delicious!"

The king poked his head out, and Ye Song was happily carrying a pheasant—it looked tender and delicious, receiving Ting Lan's admiring gaze.

This is a fart!

The king thought angrily, if he still had mana, he wouldn't be jealous of Ting Lan at all. He could make Ye Song live comfortably with just a finger movement, which was much better than her broken eyes.

She is said to be a spy from the Northern Kingdom, but she is still the person Ye Song likes. From this perspective, no matter whether he wants to guard against Ting Lan or play tricks on her, he cannot interfere in her relationship with Ye Song. That is the king's principle.

He hates himself for defining principles for himself so politely. It is not impossible to rob him like a coward.

He had to hypnotize himself, Ye Song was a scumbag, otherwise he wouldn't be able to continue living in a domineering manner.

"Hey...you have a big hole in your trousers! So are your clothes..." Ting Lan exclaimed again.

"Ah...Actually, I often tore my clothes when I went hunting. I only had three sets of clothes for sports. Now I have two sets of clothes. It seems that I have no choice but to keep changing, haha..." Ye Song felt in Ting Lan Losing face in front of him, he scratched his head and lowered his head, blushing in embarrassment and smiling.

Sure enough, the king just couldn't lie to himself, and he still couldn't help thinking that he was too ugly, and he didn't like it.

The king looked at the mirror next to him, distracted for a moment, grabbed it roughly, and was about to throw it out of the window, but his hand stopped again, would it scare Ye Song?

"Finally came back from hunting pheasants, you go and change your clothes, I will cook today, I will treat you well!" Ting Lan said with a smile.

"Okay! I will definitely eat the food you cook, hehe."

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Before Ye Song finished speaking, there was the sound of a broken mirror behind him. He hurriedly turned his head, and the king was getting out of the car to pick up the fragments, and smiled very politely at him: "I accidentally fell out, I really... ...unlucky."

"Be careful with your fingers. I'm going to change clothes. I'll see you later, Ting Lan!" Ye Song didn't look directly at the king, and even when he was crawling behind with the clothes, his eyes kept on Ting Lan.

The king suddenly didn't want to pick it up anymore, he stood up and threw the fragments away, muttering softly, "I'll fuck you, trouble."

After Ye Song changed his clothes, he put the dirty clothes aside and got into the carriage to rest.

The king saw that Ting Lan was busy plucking the feathers of the pheasant with her little spell, Morris was holding the light bulb to grab the food in its hand, Snowball was sleeping like a pig, snoring like blowing up balloons.

It seemed that he could only pretend to be very troublesome and unhappy, but he couldn't bear the excitement of tidying up Ye Song like a newlywed, so he picked up the clothes gracefully and washed them in a very artificial manner.

In fact the king did as well.

He sat by the stream, gently spread Ye Song's dirty clothes on the surface of the water, pinched them with one hand, and watched the clothes soaked in pieces, as the water swayed, the wrinkles changed into various shapes.

The king originally wanted to scrub, but stared at the ripples in a daze.

Uncomfortable, how to put it is uncomfortable.

Watching the shape in the water turn back and forth, it's like the ugly wind chime I gave him; turn it back and forth, it's like the sword in his hand; it's rolled into a ball, like his strong muscles.The king immediately rolled his eyes into the water and began scrubbing carefully.

After he finished washing, he wrung out the clothes and hung them up. Turning around, Ting Lan was still digging out the internal organs of the pheasant little by little with his orchid fingers.

"Okay, let me come, what do you want to cook?" the king asked.

"Braised chicken in sauce." Ting Lan pointed to an unopened bottle of soy sauce in the box.

The king brought the soy sauce and handed it to Ting Lan to open it. Putting on gloves, he skillfully hollowed out the belly of the pheasant, placed the internal organs and chicken in the bowl and poured the sauce on it. He quickly finished the rest of the process. The chicken was put into the pot.

"Okay! Wait and eat!" The king took out the bowl.

Ting Lan happily thanked the king, and then jumped behind the tree to change the medicine.

The king suddenly had an idea, anyway, it is impossible for him to be with Ye Song, why not create a small date for the two of them?

Thinking of this, he waited more and more anxiously for the chicken to be ready. When Ting Lan returned from changing the dressing, the king immediately asked her to go to the stream to relax.Anyway, if she is really a spy of the Northern Kingdom, it will be a matter of time before she can be contacted by pigeons. It is better to let her out, because she is already a fish in the urn.

But he couldn't sit still, he decided to use Ye Song to try to leave the forest.

Ye Song smelled the smell of lunch, jumped out of the carriage happily, sat down in front of the pot, looked at Ting Lan's face full of spring breeze, and lifted the lid of the pot.

The skin is soft and smooth, the meat is tender and juicy, exuding the simple but intoxicating aroma of soy sauce. Ye Song was so greedy that he immediately grabbed a fork and dug a piece of meat into his mouth.

"Where is Ah Jin? Why doesn't he come to eat?" Ye Song asked while chewing.

"Ah, he has eaten. He said he felt a little sleepy and went to bed." Ting Lan gave Ye Song a chicken leg with a smile.

"Mmm... delicious." Ye Song couldn't squeeze out any other words.

The king was actually hiding behind the curtain of the carriage, secretly watching Ye Song's blushing and sniggering.

"It's delicious! Eat more if it's delicious. You need to go hunting and recover your strength." Ting Lan laughed.

"The dishes you cook yourself are the best!" Ye Song smiled at Ting Lan.

"Of course, my craftsmanship can still be fake?" Ting Lan added a spoonful of sauce to him.

The king's complexion suddenly darkened, like a sultry and cloudy day in June, he clenched his teeth and lowered the curtain.

what the hell!It's obviously a dish made by myself.

But since he chose to create opportunities for Ye Song, he should have let Ting Lan pretend that she did it, but he didn't tell her that she should understand what he meant and just push the boat along. He is the king, how could he To get entangled in such trivial matters?Is it too petty?The most important things in the world are food, clothes and money!How could he forget?

But he just wasn't happy, and was picked up by others casually.

But that's what he deserves, who made him ask for trouble for being nice to him when he obviously couldn't catch up with him, and who dared to blame others for posting it by himself?He just hates himself for that.

"Your Majesty can't stand it anymore?" Bulb asked.

"No. I just feel that today's chicken has less salt, one kilogram less." The king collapsed on the seat, curled up in silence, thinking that Ye Song might as well be salted to death.

"Your Majesty is so cute." Bulb poked the king's butt with his tail.

"You're so annoying." The king glared at it, sat up, reached for the medicine bottle, quickly raised his head, and poured in a dozen or so inhibitors.

"Your Majesty...you are almost at your limit." Bulb said, "After taking inhibitors for so many years, once there is a slight chance of an outbreak during the estrus period, you will vent all the previous share at once. In order to stop it, you can only Desperately eat more...sooner or later you will be neutered."

"Why should I give birth to others? I won't die." The king put the medicine bottle away nonchalantly. "After taking hormones for so many years, the smell of pheromones has gradually changed. No one else can find out my gender." , thought I was an alpha. I thought I couldn’t give birth decades ago.”

"I can't go on like this..."

"Wait until the day when it doesn't work. Don't you read astrology books? People like me are lazy. My brain lives in the future, and my body lives in the present." The king continued to lie down and fell asleep.

The next day, the king called Ye Song to him very seriously.

"Ye Song, I haven't taught you new spells for many days, right?"

"Yes."

"From now on, I will teach you water divination." The king looked at him, feeling a little uncomfortable, "If you can learn the divination of a certain element, it means that you have passed the initial stage, and you can learn it step by step by yourself. It’s time to study difficult spells. Divination has always been a hurdle, and I should have taught you some attacking skills before learning, but… there are various reasons. Anyway, you need more advanced spells to defend yourself.”

various reasons?Ye Song didn't understand, but he didn't dare to ask. There was always another reason behind the king's reason. Since he couldn't open the innermost layer, he didn't need to try to peel it off.

The king's uneasiness stems from his use of his apprentices. Although it is not an improper use, and it is only a small use, but now his desire to educate his apprentices from the bottom of his heart is not pure. , he would feel that he had let down his self-confidence and Ye Song's trust.

Only the mental fluctuations of divination can shake the "sealed prison", and there must be no intention to break it, otherwise it will be discovered.

He couldn't tell Ye Song that he wanted him to help him out.

Moreover, it is too dangerous to teach him divination at this time, but it is better than everyone dying together.

How did Ye Song know what the king was thinking?He obeyed the instructions, sat obediently in front of the bucket, picked up the king's hair, and began to use all his magic power to melt the hair and water together.

"Remember, divination can't see into the future exactly, but can only see part of it. Don't try to achieve my previous effect, I can use more than one element." The king added a reminder, and let him practice there , I turned around to monitor Ting Lan.

Ting Lan was using spells to dry Ye Song's clothes, when the king behind said with a smile: "Your injury is healed, don't use too much force."

"Ah Jin," Ting Lan smiled at him, "It's okay, it's just a small spell."

The king's grudge against Ting Lan was getting deeper and deeper, and he himself was clearly aware of it, but he still had to pretend not to know.

"Call me after you dry it. I'll sew it up for him. You can't throw away these clothes now," said the king.

"Okay." Ting Lan smiled.

The king turned his head and took two steps, and suddenly remembered that there was no fabric to mend Ye Song's clothes, so no matter how much he washed it, it would be futile, Ye Song still couldn't wear it.

He looked at his luggage, the main box was already heavy, plus the pots and pans he used to prevent emergencies, if he could really go out, he would have to drag it behind as a burden, and the most important thing in the box It is clothes.

The fabric of his white peacock suit was the most similar in color and thickness to Ye Song's suit, and the outermost layer was even more wear-resistant than Ye Song's.

If you can reduce the number of clothes to pack emergency supplies, it should save more space. They have been dragging it for too long, and the next stop can only go directly to the border. God knows what tricks Northland will play.

But he likes the white peacock dress very much, it is the same winter suit as the black gauze dress.The king was a little bit uneasy. He looked to see if there were any other clothes that could be used, but the rest of the clothes were expensive and exquisite. There was also a set of phoenix robes bought from Dongguo, which cost the light bulbs for his birthday last year He couldn't use what he found for him after a lot of trouble.

The king looked at his fine clothes, and felt for the first time that Ye Song was more important than clothes. He didn't want to face it, but it seemed to be the case.

He raised the scissors, as long as he made a small hole, he would be willing to use this dress, and he couldn't mend it anyway.

Not long after, Ting Lan handed the dried clothes to the sleeping king in the carriage, watched him rub his eyes, and began to sew pieces of thick cloth to the gap.

"The fabric looks really good, Ah Jin really has everything ready at any time." Ting Lan praised.

The king smiled like a flower on the surface, but his heart was bleeding. That dress cost a lot of money!

Just when he was about to finish sewing, Morris suddenly exclaimed:

"Master! Master?...Wake up!"

The king immediately jumped out of the car and rushed to Ye Song's side. His apprentice was pale and passed out on the ground, with half of his foot soaked in the water, but his teeth were still clenched tightly.

It's over, it's the enchanted monster who can't bear the mental shock and starts to bite him back!

Ye Song must be experiencing the same dream as himself now!

Just when he was about to slap Ye Song to wake him up, he suddenly heard Ye Song choke out a broken sentence:

"Ajin...I was wrong...don't go..."

The king's heart skipped a beat.

Is Ye Song afraid of making himself unhappy?Has he really become this domineering towards Ye Song?

The king didn't want to think too much, so he made a decisive decision and slapped Ye Song on the forehead. Ye Song twitched as if he had been shot, and opened his eyes to stare at the distant place.

"I'll find some medicinal herbs. As long as I light it and smoke his nose, it will pull him out of the backlash state. You look at him first. If he dreams again, slap him on the forehead. Make sure he stays this way." status, otherwise it won’t work!” The king immediately stood up, yelled at Morris, and ran towards the forest without hesitation.

Six-seed grass, known as the beauties of life, blooms for only a quarter of an hour. After withering, six black seeds are left, hence the name. It is easy to find in summer, but it disappears one after another in early autumn. What the king is looking for is its fresh stems. Only one stick is needed.

However, he searched for more than an hour, and his arm was scratched by the branches with four or five small wounds, and he found one in a small ditch. He spent a long time looking for the marked marks to find the way back. Ye Song was nowhere near the bucket.

"You even mended my clothes! I'm so sorry... Thank you for your hard work!" Ye Song's voice came from the carriage.

"Where is it, it's easy to do, but Ah Jin has actually done a lot." Ting Lan said.

The king rushed to the carriage, and Ye Song was smiling vigorously. Seeing him coming, he smiled and said, "Oh, Ah Jin helped me mend my clothes, thank you for your hard work."

"Are you awake?" the king asked in surprise.

"Bulb went to see the condition of Ye Song, and he said that it would be enough to smoke with six-seed grass. I happened to find one on the artificial cliff, so I rescued him!" Ting Lan said.

The king's hand holding the six-seed grass shrank back involuntarily.

"Ajin, where have you been?" Ye Song asked.

The king immediately let go of the six-seed grass and let it fall to the ground, then quickly pretended not to care, and stepped on it, fearing that Ye Song would find something unusual.

"Ah... I was afraid that you would be injured by the impact during practice, so I picked some herbs for you, rubbed it and it will be applied. Is there any pain?" But he has to endure.

"The arm is a little..."

"I'll get it, you wait." The king smiled and hurriedly ran under the tree to grab a large handful of tranquilizing grass that can be seen everywhere, kneaded it into a ball and stuffed it for Ye Song.

The king turned his head and said, "It's almost time for me to cook."

The tone sounded the same as usual, and Ye Song didn't notice anything, so he said "be careful, don't cut your fingers" and went to chat with Ting Lan.

At this time, the king's face was extremely ugly, and his expression could not be as perfectly disguised as his tone.