this king; that king

Ye Song was restless all the way.

How can the king lose his temper?That's clearly aggrieved, just like a child who was wronged and cried.

But the words that came out of his mouth were not something that a child could just open his mouth.

Ye Song was in a state of confusion, God knows how much that sentence just now hurt the king.

But the king used to go to the streets with paint and makeup before, and he had never been disturbed by the eyes of passers-by. Why did he cry and make noise when he came here, did he intend to be himself?

When he saw Ting Lan's carriage following him, he suddenly had an inexplicable disgust, why was she the one following behind.

That's it!

Ye Song understood that the king lost his temper just because he cared about himself. The so-called "the whole world can look down on me, but you can't", right?

Is my attitude towards all kinds of people in this world really wrong?

He also said before that he should learn to take care of others, but he let the king take care of him, and even made the king unhappy. No matter how he thought about it, he was wrong.

The carriage stopped, and Ye Song looked at the hotel for a moment, thinking whether he should go back, but... If the king is losing his temper, wouldn't it be good for him to go?

In the end he decided to listen to the king and go to rest first.

He picked up the basin and began to practice divination, using Morris's hair.

Incredible things happened.

Puffs of blue smoke rose from the water basin, and soon covered the ground, like the morning mist, circling and curling up, and all gathered in an instant, like a needle point straight through Ye Song's forehead.

Ye Song, he saw it, saw Morris pouring tea.

His eyes opened suddenly, and he stood up slowly, feeling that his physical strength was not exhausted too much.

"How are you, master?" Morris asked.

"...Probably." Ye Song hasn't recovered yet.

"Suppression." Morris turned his head and poured a cup of tea for the host. The movement, angle, sound and even the color of the tea were exactly the same as what Ye Song saw just now.

He succeeded!

Ye Song didn't care about drinking tea, rushed forward and hugged Morris fiercely, cheering desperately and circling around, so scared that Morris turned back into a Shiba Inu and curled up beside the table legs to stare at him with hatred.

"Divination! Yay! Yay—"

Morris shook his head helplessly. No matter what, he was still really happy for his master. After all, if he learned divination, even if he could be a sorcerer on his own, he could learn more advanced spells more easily than most people.

Ye Song began to plan to divination for Ting Lan. He had to hit it once and find out her details immediately. Therefore, he had to divination to a further point in time. Although he is successful now, he is not very proficient, so he needs to eat something to supplement Physical strength, then find someone else to practice.

He saw the divination tent used by the king to open a small stall, and he had a plan.

Just go to the people on the street to try it!

After confirming that Ting Lan hadn't noticed, he left the hotel with the tent on his shoulders.

Crowds in the shopping mall, berets and lace hats fighting, crocodile leather bags and frosted bags arguing, whose red lips are grinning, whose manicures are pointing, they are all facing the gorgeously decorated counter When the time is up, the salesperson will put out the copper piece representing the lipstick, and those who get the copper piece can go to the front desk to pay and exchange it for the real thing.

It looked like it was going to be a tough fight, and the king was huddled in a crowd, sweating profusely.According to the law, in order to prevent theft, spells cannot be used in the mall. The king solemnly took out his non-slip gloves, like a soldier charging into battle.

This is his battlefield!

Thirty, 29, 28...

Night has fallen, and the noisy shopping mall seems to be dead silent.

Twenty, nineteen...

Watching the countdown, the king turned sideways and picked the best position to fit in every stitch. He stared at the counter with a rabbit on his head.

nineteen……

The king bowed slightly.

Three, two, one!

The teller quickly laid out the copper pieces, and immediately hid under the counter as if he had seen a ghost.

The tide of the spring river is even with the sea level, and the bright moon on the sea rises together with the tides, clattering, hurling, crying, laughing and cursing, shoulder to shoulder, ten hands and a hundred fingers, charging into battle, snatching copper pieces is like searching for something.

The king also rushed forward desperately, but...

"I*! I* your*!" When the king left the mall, his hair was disheveled, his clothes were messed up, his feet were chaotic, and he was full of swear words, "That little bitch just now obviously did it on purpose! Me! Push you**! Bully me for being short, right? And that woman with green hair, thinks she has a good haircut or something? Wearing high heels and stepping on me, *f**** hurts me to death,** ***!"

The light bulb saw that his tears were about to come out, he was distressed and funny, he didn't grab the lipstick, and he was squeezed by the flow of people, and he accidentally exposed the essence of crying.This is nothing, just a second before the king arrived at the counter, the teller announced that the copper pieces had been robbed, hoping that the despair after that is the most real!

But Bulb hasn't heard the king's swear words for a long time, and he looks like a street shrew, which is rare in the world.

The king felt really uncomfortable in his heart. There are still things in the world that cannot be bought with a lot of money?Could it be that God deliberately punished him for being angry with Ye Song?

The more the king thought about it, the more angry he became, and finally he really cried out, so frightened that the light bulb rushed to his shoulder and wiped his tears with his ears.

Back at the hotel, he fell on the bed, the king finally calmed down, and thought about apologizing to Ye Song.

It's really not going well today, if you apologize well, maybe Ye Song will be willing to pat his head and comfort him a few words, that's considered a profit.

But at the door of Ye Song's room, the king found Ting Lan inside.

"Do you want to divination for me?" Ting Lan asked obediently.

The king's eyes widened, and his heart tightened violently.

"Of course! I have studied hard for many days, serving tea and water to Ah Jin. I finished my study today, and I will come to you soon. How is it? Am I a very nice person?" Ye Song asked. The voice, like a sharp knife, pierced the king's heart mercilessly.

It turns out that Ye Song's courtship is for Ting Lan's divination?Everything is to know if she will be with him?

It turns out that even if Ye Song told Ting Lan to stop singing, it was to confirm his relationship with her earlier?

Then I reminded him to practice so hard, but unintentionally pushed him further and further away?

The king's heart was in a mess, and he kept reminding himself that he was very old and couldn't be sad because of such things, but he had never encountered such a thing, and he didn't know how to deal with it. Sen like that?He, a king, has played scheming and tricks with his officials, negotiated with foreign countries, ceded land, and never done anything!But now, he is like a child.

He suddenly realized that he was jealous, and he swallowed it in big mouthfuls.He began to hate himself, why he didn't see through Ye Song's thoughts early, why he let go of his scheming in front of the apprentice, why he couldn't control his tears.

The king desperately covered his mouth and suppressed crying by stopping his breathing.

But in the end, he couldn't stand Ye Song holding Ting Lan's hair and casting spells, so he desperately escaped from the hotel through the stairs.

He hated that he couldn't get angry with Ye Song, and even more hated that he couldn't take action against Ting Lan. All he could do was blame himself. Who made him not know himself?With an ugly face and hope for love, did he end up reaping the fruit?He didn't know why he was crying, but he just couldn't stop.

The king looked up and saw the broken mirror in the alley behind the hotel.

Although the mirror was dirty, it was enough to reflect his appearance perfectly.

The king seemed to be hit again, staring blankly at himself in the mirror.

Now that Ye Song is already like this, he can no longer leave a way out for himself. The most important thing is to cut off his thoughts and exchange for reason.The easiest way is to warn himself and Ye Song that there will be no results, and the most direct way is to make his face hopeless.

The king pulled out the close-fitting dagger without hesitation, looked around for no one, held back tears, struggled and hesitated, and aimed the sharp blade at his cheek.

He flinched suddenly again, not knowing whether it was because he was afraid of pain or because he didn't dare to see his last appearance.

Forget it, don't be cruel to yourself, how can you get what you want in exchange!

The king's body trembled with the sound of sobbing, but he firmly raised the dagger, and resolutely struck down——

"Master!"

The light bulb found him collapsed in the alley behind the hotel. It was already 10 minutes later. The king's face was scratched with a long line. Although it was not deep, it was still bleeding out and covered his face. All scarlet in color.It seems that the king was fainted by the pain, so he didn't row harder.

Soon, bandages and medicines were on the king's face, wrapping him like a mummy.Bulb turned his back on the king and sent him back to the bed in the room.

The king lay there, so quiet, but his breathing was a little unsteady.Bulb sighed. Fortunately, he took the medicine in time. If he delayed, he might be doomed. Later, he would have to ask someone to give the king a shot of tetanus.

Why is his king disobedient!Obviously no one forced him, but he insisted on being stubborn with himself all day long, and he didn't know what the fun was.

The light bulb looked at Ye Song, who was also fainted on the bed next to him. Morris was giving him six-seed grass. It seemed that Ting Lan had backfired on him. It was not easy for Morris to pierce Ye Song's purpose. Using Ye Song was not good at learning. The cover is over.

Seeing Ting Lan's anxious appearance for Ye Song and the king, the bulb didn't know how much she was really telling the truth, so he said a few words of comfort at the scene and sent her back to her room to sleep.

The night passed gradually like this.

"Is Ah Jin alright...?" The king dazedly heard someone asking, and felt a sharp sting on his face.

"Woo..." The king sat up propped up, Ye Song was beside his bed, talking to the light bulb, Morris huddled next to the fire, and fell asleep with Snowball by the crackling flame.

"Your Majesty is awake?...How is your face? Does it still hurt?" The light bulb immediately stepped forward to support it, "Hurry up and use the healing technique to heal the injury...?"

"It hurts, I'm fine." The king only answered the previous question, he didn't want Ye Song to know the reason why he didn't want to recover.

Ye Song looked at the king, feeling a little guilty.Not only did he fail to help the king solve his troubles, he couldn't even learn spells well, and he was backlashed. He couldn't stop the king when he was injured, so what kind of apprentice is he!

But he can't do anything now, his healing technique can only heal minor injuries, and when the healing technique is used, it will damage his own spirit, the more serious the injury, the more severe it will be. If he really heals the king, it may not take five years. Seconds will pass out.

The king sat for a while, doing nothing, then he asked the bulb for a mirror.

The king looked at the bandages on his face for a long time.

"Ye Song," he finally spoke, "I have something to tell you."

"Well, I'm here." Ye Song sat down immediately, holding the king's hand.

The king didn't dare to look him in the eyes, he just looked at the lines of the quilt, and after a while, he said word by word:

"From now on, I will never talk to you again, and I will never talk to you again."

Ye Song didn't expect him to say such a thing at all, there was a bang in his brain, he didn't know what to do at all, the king broke everything he wanted to say, and shattered all his hopes for the king.

"Ajin, I was wrong, I...you...don't have a cold war with me, I..."

"You're right, it's me who needs to calm down," the king walked out of bed calmly, "you go back."

Cutting the mess with a sharp knife, the king's usual method, when things are unclear, then simply get rid of all the good and bad, so that the old will not go and the new will not come.

"A Jin?"

The king did not answer.

"Ajin...?"

Still no answer.

"Ajin..."

The king wet his eyes in disappointment, but still did not answer.

"I see."

Ye Song didn't bother anymore, but calmly hugged Morris and left the room.

At the door, he glanced back at the king, but all he could see was the back of his head.

The king didn't want to meet his eyes at all.

The door is closed.

The king looked out the window and began to cry, but his mouth twitched and laughed intermittently. He spread his hands like a general who had won a battle, and smiled at the light bulb and said, "I did it! It's all over! "