this king; that king

The next itinerary is to go directly to the border for inspection. According to the king, the big ceremony in the capital is coming soon, and the inspection must be completed before winter.

When Ye Song heard this, he suddenly remembered that it was almost the Mid-Autumn Festival in Dongguo, so he should also write a family letter to his third brother and say hello to him earnestly.

The database will soon be unblocked, which means that he can marry Ting Lan in Wuming Country, but he is unwilling to do so. His feelings for Ting Lan are like water pouring on a raging fire, which is decreasing every day. He even wondered if he ever liked her.

Ye Song noticed that his attitude had changed drastically, but there was nothing he could do about it, no matter how unwilling he was to face it, he was already such a person.

Seeing the moon getting rounder day by day, the king repeatedly went up to the tower, surveyed the surrounding situation, and then left without stopping at all. He just ran through several towns, and finally settled near the border three nights later.

Beyond the big city wall at the border, there is an endless grassland, and the lake water shimmers brightly in the wind, which is very eye-catching.On the other side of the grassland is the North Kingdom, and along the city wall to the east along the direction of the lake is the hilly land. The stone city wall behind it belongs to Ye Song's home country.

The king put on a bone china mask and got out of the carriage.

Everyone boarded the city wall with different intentions.

The light bulb looked at the king and held a parasol for him; the king looked at the border engulfed by the horizon, and occasionally peeked at Ye Song; Ye Song looked at the east and remained silent; The hand is always on Ye Song's shoulder; Ting Lan sometimes looks far away, sometimes close up, and no one knows what she is looking at.

Ye Song suddenly remembered the streets and alleys he and Morris ran through, and the scenery of the capital that he and his third brother had seen. Now it seems that it is so far away. Could it be that he is in the nameless country?

"Gee—" Snowball called out boredly.

"Let's go," the king breathed a sigh of relief, "Starting today, we are about to embark on the return journey. Try to see everything along the way within a month and return to the capital."

"Ajin, I..." Ye Song stood for a long time before saying sullenly, "I... I'm hungry."

The king is such a delicate person, how can he not see that he is homesick, but pretends not to know, just smiles: "I know there is a noodle shop nearby, I will take you there."

"No..." Ye Song still didn't leave, but said slowly, "I want to eat the food you cooked."

"Master! It's almost done, how can you let others condescend to cook for you! And there is no kitchen here..." Morris patted him hard, reminding him to be careful.

"Bulb, go and tell the leader of Elwood, who is guarding the gate here, I have packed the lunch for the soldiers from the sixth tower on the east to the second tower on the west, and I will use the kitchen." But the king directly opened his mouth to solve the problem.

The king looked at Ye Song's expression of bitterness in the half-smile, and felt inexplicably ridiculous in his heart, but he didn't say anything else, and only asked Ye Song to go down to the city to wait for food. The military message on the city wall was that he was a foreign envoy. After all, you can't watch too much.

Not long after, the bulb held two bowls of noodles and some stewed chestnuts and solemnly placed them in front of Ye Song: "The first two bowls just opened are specially given to you. No other envoy has received such treatment!"

"Thank you for your hard work, Your Majesty." Morris said.

Ye Song watched the light bulb disappear into the aisle, looked at the gleaming lunch, and suddenly his eyes got wet. Morris was startled, and quickly asked him what was wrong.

"I don't know..." The answer in Ye Song's mouth made people puzzled, "I always feel that the dishes made by Ah Jin have...the smell of home, just like the incense that I smelled that night."

That evening?The night when the king rescued him when he came to the nameless country as a child?The bull's head is wrong with the horse's mouth!

"Morris, I'm homesick...I want to know how my third brother is doing now." After all, Ye Song is a cheerful person, he won't really cry, and he adjusted quickly.

"Really... the third young master must be safe."

Ye Song didn't answer, looked up at the city wall, and ate a big mouthful of stewed chestnuts.

The king was busy on the other side, and he and the light bulb were going to cook for more than a dozen soldiers. Although they were suspected of buying the hearts of the soldiers, it was the best excuse to use this as an excuse to cook for Ye Song.Even the pain in the back and back in the large, steam-filled kitchen with simple equipment is well worth it.

"Ye Song, are you enjoying your meal?" The king asked deliberately when he was about to leave the border.

"Well, it's very delicious."

"If you miss home again in the future, you can tell me, and I will do it for you at any time."

Ye Song looks at the king in surprise.

"Why?" asked the king, "You think I can't see it? Your acting is so bad, don't you think so?"

"Ah..." Ye Song could only smile wryly.

"Not being able to hide your thoughts is a good thing or a bad thing. It depends on who you are treating. For example, I hope you don't hide anything from me. You can't hide anything anyway." The king laughed.

"It's because your eyesight is so good." Ye Song said.

"Our Wuming Kingdom didn't have these chestnuts," said the king, "but they were imported from the Eastern Kingdom. I heard that you didn't have much fun during the Mid-Autumn Festival when you were a child, so you just sat in a corner and ate chestnuts, so I came up with this idea." .”

Ye Song scratched his head in embarrassment, the king really knows everything.

"However, there is a fly in the ointment. After all, it has to be served to the army, so I made a famous dish in the Wuming Kingdom-chestnut stew." The king regretted.

"It's okay, I'm very happy to have chestnuts to eat, and the stewed chestnuts in the Wuming Kingdom are also very famous. It's rare to eat them once, and the king made them himself. I'm so cheap." Ye Song said.

"It's not just like that, Ye Song," the king said, sighing, "Isn't it reconciled that things from one's own family are well promoted by others?"

Ye Song was stunned, he didn't expect such a complicated layer.

"The one who spoke just now was the king of the nameless country. Now, as a master, I hope you can make good use of my knowledge. If you have free time, practice hard. The day is coming soon." The king got into the carriage and ran up on the way home.

day?

Ye Song didn't understand, he had no choice but to get in the car and follow the king, the corners of Ting Lan's eyes moved quietly in the car, and the smile on the corner of her mouth was submerged under the surface of calm.

"Ting Lan."

"Ting Lan?"

When Ting Lan came back to her senses, Ye Song called her several times before she realized that she had been in a daze for a long time.

"What...what's the matter?" She asked with a smile.

"Ah Jin taught me some divination... that is to say, I actually want to give you a divination, just to see if you have love fortune or something..." Ye Song tentatively found an excuse and offered to help Ting. The meaning of Lan divination.

Logically speaking, people with no problems would not mind much, right?After all, he is someone he knows, and he does not have the strength of a king, nor can he see a definite future.

"Hmm...? Yes." Ting Lan said with a smile.

accepted?Ye Song didn't know whether to be happy or sad. It seemed that the possibility of her being a bad person was reduced by one point, but... he was actually using the person he liked.

Ye Song knew that he couldn't show his flaws. Although he wasn't an actor, it didn't matter if he pretended. At this moment, he was even a little jealous of the king. He didn't need to pretend, just using it was using it.

"But you have to wait for a while. I haven't learned it yet. I almost died after using it just once in the forest."

"It's okay, I can wait."

"But I'm so lazy, I don't want to practice divination..." Ye Song shook his head.

At this time, a passage suddenly opened beside it, and the king's head suddenly protruded out of it. Hearing this sentence, he taught Ye Song dissatisfiedly: "Oh, look, you can get it, and you can escape to the sky. Still lazy? You study hard for me! They finally taught you!"

"But it's not easy for people to learn like this!" Ye Song imitated the king's tone and pouted.

"Fuck you, you deserve a beating. You don't know disaster when you are blessed!" The king rolled his eyes.

"I don't know what's wrong? What happened?"

"Trouble." The king shrank back, and the passage was closed.

Ting Lan covered her mouth and giggled, caressing her hair with one hand, and resting the other on her forehead, as if to hide her smile: "Just listen to Ah Jin, it's not a bad thing to learn .”

"Why do you have to listen to him?" Ye Song rolled his eyes.

"Hey, you roll your eyes exactly like Ah Jin."

Ye Song was stunned. He originally wanted to pretend to care about the king so that Ting Lan would fall for him. He just wanted to see if Ting Lan wanted to pursue him.Unexpectedly, he has been subconsciously getting closer and closer to the king's behavior, and...he doesn't know why he listens to the king's words. It doesn't matter if he is a monarch or a minister, and he doesn't have to listen to everything...

And when he was in the mall before, he followed the king wherever he went, and it couldn't be said that he obeyed mechanically. In short, he just felt...

He just wants to run down the king's fur like a purring cat.

"No way? I was infected by Ah Jin?" Ye Song didn't let himself pause for too long.

"But..." Ting Lan curled her lips, "I really want you to give me a divination... just to support you."

She took the bait, and Ting Lan didn't avoid the divination, so it seemed like she had nothing to hide, but her actions and tone of voice were obviously acting like a baby, right?It seems that she is somewhat interesting, although it is a bit shameless to think so.

But Ting Lan said that "others" sounded less comfortable than the king. Although the king's coquettishness and sternness were intentional, his "intentional" itself contained "natural intentionality", which can be regarded as a kind of honesty.

"Okay, then I have to learn it early!" Ye Songshun promised.

autumn rain.

The fallen leaves on the ground are woven into a golden carpet. Ye Song looked back and saw that the falling leaves were swaying in the drizzle, yellow, fat, green and thin. In the rain, they were resplendent and resplendent, ten times more luxurious than the royal palace.

The carriage stopped, and the king held an umbrella to enjoy the rain on the side of the road.

"Ah Jin..." It turned out that after leaving the border, it was already like this when we arrived in a city with lush vegetation, Ye Song couldn't help but let out a soft cry.

"Huh? What did you say?" Ting Lan asked, waking him up.

"Ah...no, I said fallen leaves are beautiful."

He didn't know when it started, but he felt that the king was very suitable for fallen leaves and the golden autumn wind, but he was not suitable for autumn rain.

King maybe better suited for a summer drizzle?The loneliness in his eyes cannot be sustained by autumn, only a little bit of coldness in the warm summer is the most painful.

he thought, going up and standing behind the king.

The king didn't notice him, he was lost in his own thoughts.

Perhaps because he finally noticed the sound of raindrops falling on the umbrella, the king looked up and turned around nonchalantly, but met Ye Song's fiery gaze.

Those clean eyes looked at him as if sizing up prey. Although they looked calm and full of affection, they revealed a color of hunger and thirst.

The king was startled, and shuddered like a frog being stared at by a snake, but forced himself to stare back: "What are you looking at, ugly!" After saying that, he quickly rolled his eyes and got under the umbrella of the light bulb , walked towards the carriage.

"sorry!"

The king turned his head back: "What did you say?"

"I will practice hard, and I want to continue learning divination."

"As you wish." The king sighed, "Stay dead."

Ye Song was wondering if the king was still angry, but his arm reflexively caught the flying object. He opened his palm and saw that it was a coin thrown by the king.

Looking up again, the king looked completely different from just now, and said to him with a smile, "Happy Mid-Autumn Festival! When you get to the city, you can use the imperial palace's token to mint coins to get mooncakes from the yamen! Only one box of tribute is made every year." Moon cake, I will give it to you, be content, apprentice!"

Ye Song couldn't help laughing, and said to the tail of the robe that disappeared into the car with the owner: "I knew Ah Jin was good to me! I'll share it with you when I get it back!"

"Go back to the carriage!" ordered the king.

Ye Song ran back obediently, with a happy smile on his face that he didn't realize.

The most unbelievable thing about the king was this. No matter how excessive and bossy he was, he just couldn't hate it.