this king; that king

Ting Lan came to look for Ye Song several times in a row, and was received well by Ye Song, but she was completely impatient.Ting Lan was a little strange, but she didn't take it seriously at all. She thought it was a temporary boredom of her crush.

There were only two days left until the grand ceremony. When Ye Song was wandering in the street, he saw a small wooden platform set up at the foot of the castle. It was said that it was used by the king to stand in front of the altar to soak up the atmosphere of the earth.

The street has entered a big sale period, and everyone is starting to buy scattered fireworks sticks and light wine for drinking in the middle of the night. What does the king look like.

On this day, the king suddenly called Ye Song out, saying that it was the last visit in disguise before taking him to the ceremony.

"Aren't the light bulbs with you?" Ye Song looked in surprise at the king's clean and refreshing winter clothes, which were pretty but not eye-catching, and there was no familiar around him.

"No, it's just the two of us this time, and we don't use magic. Let's go down the long ladder," said the king.

It was snowing lightly in the sky, the king opened the brown bamboo paper umbrella, and walked slowly on the long steps with Ye Song, the two of them didn't speak a word, only the peaceful treading of shoes could be heard.

"Remember when you first came here, you were tortured enough by the stairs?"

"Yes."

"Honestly, I could show you the way and let you ride up, but then I don't know if you have the stamina to be my apprentice. Actually, I don't have the ability to climb this high myself, but you did it. Well done , apprentice." The king did not look back, his voice throbbing on the silent stairs.

"Yes... Your Majesty."

"Do you know? If you hadn't come here, I might not have left the palace for another five or ten years. You brought me a touch of humanity and taught me a lot. Thank you, Ye Song."

"No... yes, Jin."

"Actually, I've always wanted to know why you never complained. After all, you lost your mother when you were young, your family relationship is not very good, and you have been tired from the frontier, but you are much more cheerful than I thought."

"Who said there is no?... How should I put it? Complaining will not make my life better. My life has just begun. Why bother?"

"Is... right? People always have to go down." The king said looking at the long stairs.

The two were speechless again.

When they came to the commercial street directly opposite the door, the king suddenly stopped and looked at the street with a complicated expression.

"Actually, I lied to you. As you can see, I will leave the castle every year during the great sacrifice, and I haven't stayed in the castle for more than 100 years."

"I know," Ye Song said, "This kind of ceremony can actually be regarded as going out, you didn't lie to me."

"No...it's not because the ceremony doesn't count as going out." The king said, "I was only looking forward to getting to the temple soon, and I never had a good look at the street scene."

"Then after all these years, is the street scene still as beautiful?" Ye Song asked.

"It has changed." The king seemed to answer the question, "I have also changed, and now I want my second brother to take me to eat the snacks here again, but it is impossible."

The king walked a few steps, but found that Ye Song was not following him, he turned his head, and Ye Song rushed over with two pancakes.

"I don't want it anymore, you can eat it." The king smiled bitterly.

"If you don't eat it, you have to throw it away." Ye Song said.

"It's really like learning." The king patted Ye Song on the forehead, "Did the light bulb teach you?"

"No, it's just that I think the second prince looked like this when he said this." Ye Song said.

"Okay, it doesn't make any difference if I eat it. Whether I like pancakes or not, they are all different from before." The king waved his hand, signaling him not to waste time.

Ye Song was relentless: "I'm not asking His Majesty to eat."

"What? Do you want me to pay?" the king asked in amazement.

"I'm asking Ah Jin to eat." Ye Song stretched out his hand and brought the pancake to the king's mouth.

The king took a bite, and the crispy sweet taste permeated his mouth. As long as his lips were slightly opened, white mist would float into the snow, a familiar yet unfamiliar taste.The king took the pancake and walked with Ye Song on the road covered with thin snow.

Passers-by passed by them, coming and going, talking and laughing mediocre, beautiful and ordinary, all became a static scene of coming and going in the snow, flowing and changing but unchanged, Ye Song saw a star shining in the king's eyes.

"Ye Song, do you know why I took you to see all the cities that gave me the most headaches?"

"Hmm... in order to tell me that my family has a difficult scripture to recite?"

"No, I want to tell you that the world is beautiful on the outside, but there are many dilapidated things inside; there are all kinds of people in the world, and not all of them are acceptable to you. I am a king, so I will Hopefully some things will be changed to fit, but that's only on a national level, so it's not entirely true personally," the king said.

"I learned this lesson when I was buying lipstick," Ye Song said. "There are many people in the world who have different ideas from me. As long as you don't have any ill will towards the world, you should accept every kind of people, right?"

"Nine out of ten." The king smiled.

The two walked to one side of the street, and on the other side of the corner was a park, where children were running and playing, and the snow was getting tighter and tighter.

"Ah Jin, shall we go back?" Ye Song asked.

The king who was walking in front did not speak, but turned to look at him solemnly.

"Yesong."

"Yes."

The king paused.

"You have fully demonstrated all your abilities, and your progress has exceeded my expectations. You have learned divination in less than half a year, and you can practice by yourself; you have also realized the importance of respecting people who are different from you , slowly trying to trust a me you are not familiar with; you have also witnessed the fragility of your feelings, and you have become more caring; I am very happy to do it. Ye Song, I am very happy."

Ye Song looked into the king's beautiful eyes, and there were thousands of words in his heart.

"The fireworks you took me to watch on the top of the mountain was the best I have ever seen. I will never forget you, not only because you are my first disciple, but also because you are my first disciple. A friend who admitted."

The king smiled gently, and the tenderness in his eyes seemed to condense into a gleam of water. Against the backdrop of the white snow on the side of the umbrella, there was a sense of warmth, like a tree full of peach blossoms, which could not be seen at a glance.

"Congratulations, you have officially graduated from today."

Ye Song's heart seemed to have lost his voice, and his ears were filled with the echo of the king's words mixed with traffic, and his eyes couldn't help getting wet.

The king pointed the umbrella at him again, and was about to continue walking, but he heard Ye Song behind him shouting something crying to himself like a child:

"In the future...how many times you want to watch the fireworks, I'll show you off!"

The king felt tears swirling in his eyes, but he turned around calmly and looked at the tear-stained Ye Song, and replied like a gust of wind:

"Okay, we have an appointment."

Seeing the back of the king disappearing into the snow, Ye Song finally couldn't restrain himself, leaned against the cold street lamp, and burst into tears.

Since when did he start to regard the king as so important?

The king is sitting on the throne, watching the golden particles flow from the hourglass, and soon it will be time to start dressing for the ceremony.

"What? Visit?" The king was a little surprised.

"Ah... I've never seen your castle properly, so I just want to take a walk..." Ye Song said.

The king was a little puzzled, but since Ye Song wanted to see it, there was nothing wrong with it, so he nodded readily: "Today, I will take you to all the rooms that you need to enter before the ceremony. The time is coming, come with me."

The king turned around the stairs of the tower on the right, pushed open the door on the side, and led Ye Song up the staircase corridor with thousands of twists and turns step by step. Road, and finally stopped in front of a glazed door.

"This is?" Ye Song couldn't help admiring the exquisiteness of the decorations.

"You came to the east wing of the seventh floor of the palace - the Xuanniao Pool, which is also the bathroom." The king said and opened the door.

"Your Majesty, the water is ready." The sound of the light bulb came from a distance in the bathroom. Ye Song took a closer look. The interior decoration was decorated with grand marble and champagne-colored reliefs. The hall is as big as it is, with a bewitching crimson fragrance mist emerging from the three-story flowing pool in the center, and a sculpture of a black bird stands at each of the four corners, gurgling out warm water with rose petals.On the top is a huge mural, which depicts the hazy moonlight and hundreds of fishes looking up from the bottom of the sea. The simple and atmospheric headlights with porcelain shells reveal a different luxury.

"Before the ceremony, you should bathe in spring water that has been dyed with ten-year-old incense to show the purity of your body." The king walked into the bathroom and began to undress.

"Ah... I'll wait for you outside." Ye Song said.

"No, you wait and take a look, I have a screen." The king waved his hand, and the light bulb pulled out a long screen full of fish patterns from the wall, separating the bath from Ye Song.

Ye Song heard the sound of water, it should be the king entered the bath.A large amount of purple smoke began to emerge, and soon filled the entire bathroom floor, Ye Song seemed to be in the sky with rolling clouds.

After about 15 minutes, the king stood up, took a soft cloth to dry his body, and put on his underclothes. The light bulb pushed away the screen, and he wrapped his wrung-out hair on top of his head, using a simple wooden hairpin to stabilize it.

The king walked down the steps and came to Ye Song. Ye Song's heart beat faster.The king's slightly damp soft skin and slightly protruding collarbone are clearly visible at the neckline of the bottom shirt. His steps bring a scent of the ocean, and his clean eyes are looking at himself: "Waiting for a long time, the next stop .”

"Ah... yes." Ye Song came back to his senses, only to find that the king had disappeared through the door behind the bath, and he hurriedly followed.

"Next is going to my wardrobe," said the king.

"Ah, is that your bedroom?" Ye Song asked.

"...I wish I could have my wardrobe in my bedroom." The king shrugged.

After going up a flight of stairs, the two stopped in front of a simple wooden door. The king skillfully unlocked the lock and pushed the door open.

"Welcome to the eighth floor of the palace - my wardrobe." The king's tone was filled with uncontrollable pride.

Ye Song's eyes widened in surprise, the whole floor turned out to be the king's wardrobe.Behind the wooden door is a long corridor with no end in sight. The simple walls and floor tiles are harmoniously integrated. On both sides of the corridor are bright lights and two full rows of clothes. The labels are from No. 420 in District [-] to No. [-] in District [-]. The location is unambiguously marked, all kinds of fabrics and textures are beautiful under the soft light, and at the end of the corridor is a huge full-length mirror.

The two walked through the long corridor, and Ye Song was surprised to find that the mirror could turn right. They came to a long corridor again, still full of clothes, and the wall decoration changed slightly, this time it was the second district.

Ye Song understood that the entire floor was a large wardrobe in a serpentine shape, divided into many areas, and there was a mirror at every corner so that the king could see himself.

Along the way, Ye Song has seen the king's exquisite gowns, clean and refreshing casual clothes, elegant and luxurious court clothes, and full-bodied ordinary clothes. Countless bronzing and silver inlays, printed embroidery, lace pleated collars, and satin satins passed before him. After passing by, none of them were shoddy or repeated.

Ye Song couldn't help sighing, this is really the dream of all the people in the world who are involved in the fashion industry.

And the sacrificial costumes are being wrapped in a cover at this moment, hanging at the last corner of the last area, in front of the door leading to the ninth floor.The king quickly picked up the cover and led Ye Song up the stairs.

The ninth floor is the king's mask room.On the dark blue wall, more than 1000 masks are neatly hung. The material ranges from wood to bone china, the decoration ranges from jade inlaid to diamond inlaid, the style ranges from elegant to seductive, the color ranges from monochrome to multicolored, and the pattern ranges from Everything from fine painting to splashing ink.The room looked like the night sky with thousands of faces floating, Ye Song couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

"There are so many masks..." Ye Song said.

"Of course," the king's pride was tinged with regret, "I'm a natural mask holder."

The king reached out to take a half-face pure white bone china mask, with a flower-like pattern painted on the forehead of the mask, without any other decorations.

"This mask can't cover your mouth, Ah Jin." Ye Song said.

"Aren't you talking nonsense, I want to sing during the ceremony." The king rolled his eyes, and pushed open the door at the end of the room with the mask, "Further up is my room and some other places. The classes are all downstairs, go and visit by yourself, I'm going to prepare for the ceremony."

"Okay, then I... go down." Ye Song looked at the king and said.

"Go." The king nodded.