this king; that king

Ye Song wandered around for about half an hour, from the garden to the side building and then to the small hall, but he still didn't see all the rooms. Every part of the king's castle was carefully crafted, and some places could be seen that the king himself Changed pattern.

Just lamenting the king's slow change of clothes, the light bulb appeared and handed Ye Song a set of clothes.

"This is?"

"The king needs to be escorted by generals before the ceremony. I usually do it. Your Majesty said that he wants you to come this year." There seemed to be a smile in the bulb's words.

"But... I don't know what to do." Ye Song said.

"It's just leading His Majesty to go, and there are basic salutes. Originally, envoys from other countries cannot be appointed casually, but Your Majesty would like to leave a thought for you." The light bulb said, "After changing the clothes, we will send you Ling, I will take you to His Majesty's room."

"Ah good."

The king was sitting in front of the dressing table. Everything was ready for makeup, except for lip color. The king unscrewed the black lip gloss, hesitated for a moment, and put it down again.

"Give me a red one," said the king.

The light bulb pulls out a mezzanine from the crystal cabinet on the side. Inside are more than 300 lip makeup neatly arranged according to the color system. There is everything in red, pink, purple and orange, and even black, white, blue and green.

The light bulb picked out the usual dignified burgundy and handed it to the king.

The king looked at his face in the mirror for a moment, waved his hand slightly and said, "I don't need this one, take out the one that Ye Song snatched from me."

The light bulb smiled knowingly, said yes, and took the rose color over.

Pursing his lips against the mirror, Ye Song came up, the king turned his head casually, and was about to tell him something, but his words were choked, and his eyes were fixed on Ye Song, and he couldn't move away.

Ye Song's tall and straight figure and proper muscles perfectly match his armor, and he looks heroic.The delicate silver breastplate was shining brightly in the soft winter light, the armor intentionally left a small gap so as not to catch the cold, and Ye Song's strong abdominal muscles were looming.There is a long sword on his waist, a pair of riding boots under his feet, and the trim of the dark blue embroidered cloak sets off his neat black hair. A pair of energetic and resolute eyes are locking on himself. This is the best-looking Ye Song that the king has ever seen. up.

Ye Song didn’t notice the king’s gaze staring at him at all, because he was the one who was completely shocked.

The person in front of him is wearing a snow-white garment that is extremely gorgeous and capable. Upon closer inspection, it is actually seven layers of silk and gauze patchwork overlapped on the inside and outside, from gray to white, and then embroidered with the twelve constellations with hidden gold threads. Made with the pattern of sun, moon, mountains and rivers, a belt slightly modifies the figure, making the king look thinner.Some low necklines reveal the king's white collarbone that has not seen the sun all year round. A necklace with large porcelain beads trembles slightly with the king's breathing. The inlaid four long hairpins are fixed, the silver crown with velvet feathers on the top of the head, holding the ancestral scepter, and a three-meter-long trailing tail and velvet cloak behind him add to his majesty.The docile makeup made him look a lot fairer. A pair of sharp and slightly charming eyes can seduce the soul without heavy eye makeup, a silver totem is painted on the cheeks, and the gentle color of the lips neutralizes the frost The general look is not beautiful, but it is very attractive.

At first glance, under the winter sun, the king looks like a celestial being walking out of a glacier, which is extremely cold, but very warm.

Ye Song's heartbeat began to speed up. The dignified king wanted to go to the temple under his escort to receive the praises of all people and the blessings of the gods.

The king smiled lightly: "Why are you distracted? Didn't the light bulb tell you what to do?"

Only then did Ye Song come to his senses, bent down to salute, and stretched out his hand to the king: "Please, Your Majesty."

Feeling the temperature of the hand wearing the sapphire, Ye Song couldn't help but look up at the king again, but only saw the mask tightly worn.

The king got up and was supported by Ye Song through the passage to the platform at the foot of the mountain, where the watching civilians had already gathered.

The king stretched out his hand steadily, announcing the beginning of the ceremony to everything in front of him, with a domineering tone that Ye Song had never heard before.

Ye Song lowered his head and took the king's hand.

He felt the king tremble, seemed a little displeased, and shouted at him in a low voice: "Hey! You can't grab my hand! You have to wait for me to help you! It's so unruly, let go!"

"What's the matter...No one can see it anyway."

"No! The sacrificial ceremony is solemn, and even husband and wife are not allowed to make fun of it at the meeting place! No matter how excited you are, you must be rational, otherwise you will not be called my apprentice when you go out." The king shook off his hand, and held it up again in a polite posture, He raised his head and got on the carriage.

Driven by Ye Song, the wheels began to roll forward, and the spectators at the places they passed quieted down and saluted the king like pilgrimage birds.The king sat motionless in the chariot, like a hollow ice sculpture in the sunlight.

Ye Song's heart was inexplicably revered, and he found that the ceremony was not as cheering and lively as he imagined. All he could hear in the audience was the sound of horseshoes under him intertwined with the soft noise of flowers, birds, fish and insects. The stone temple is getting closer.

The moment the carriage stopped and the king stepped onto the long ladder in front of the temple, Ye Song saw the people on the street behind him, no matter the common people, nobles or bureaucrats, all fell to their knees and prostrated on the ground as if the waves receded.And the king, too, turned and bowed down to his people.

"Ajin, is this...?"

The king stood up: "Without the people, there is no king."

But the people below were still bowing down, the king had already stood up, Ye Song didn't dare to talk nonsense, and helped the king to start climbing the ladder.

"I know what you want to ask." The king said, "They were kneeling at me just now, and from now on, they will all kneel with me to the glory of the God of Heaven and Earth."

The king pushed open the door of the palace with his own hands, and was supported by Ye Song into the main hall. The strange thing was that there were no decorations in the magnificent temple, and the floor tiles engraved with complicated totems of birds and animals were cleaned. The young priests are already standing in a row by the inner wall with their hands down.

Ye Song raised his head, and there was an eight-pointed star-shaped opening in the center of the dome of the distant temple. The sunlight cast by it gathered on a square brick in the center of the ground. The king stepped forward, stood under the soft light, and signaled Ye Song exited the door.

A long beam of light burst upward from the king's scepter at that moment, passed through the gap in the dome, and pierced between the clouds in the sky.

Ye Song turned his head abruptly, and saw that the whole city was covered by golden light one after another like the color blocks on an oil painting. The lingling sound of a harp came from the air, and a trap was opened in the center of the open space in front of the temple. A stick several meters long The Longevity Incense rose slowly, igniting a flame like a torch.

The king's penetrating falsetto came slowly like moonlight, as quiet as autumn water, calm and peaceful.Ye Song had to admit that although the king's voice was not beautiful, the special erratic feeling contained in it, with every breath, was carried by waves of golden light and spread to every corner of the capital. The accompaniment of the priest became an ancient song from afar, a poem flowing from the universe, pure and transcendent, awe-inspiring.

Suddenly came to a majestic place, the king's voice was obviously not strong enough, I heard that this was the aria of the former high priest.The king's voice is not flustered at all, it is full of falsehoods and falsehoods, there is no roaring passion, nor strong magnetism, but it has a unique stability and firmness.

The king's voice has no harsh tone, only the infinite respect for the world and the country, gentle but strong, warm and slender, the kneeling people stretched out their hands to the sky, followed the king and groaned.The sapphire-colored incense mist rises from the head of Changshou Incense, circling and gathering, like sirens swimming in singing, and there is faint smoke floating on the snow-covered road, like waves on the sea.

The sound of the harp in the sky became clearer, and in an instant, the sun and the moon shone together, and fine snowflakes fell from the sky.

According to the king, that is "Auspicious Snow", which is the auspicious omen bestowed on mankind by the God of Heaven and Earth after accepting people's thanks.

At the end of the song, the golden light and the sound of the harp gradually faded away. The king raised his scepter, and the head of the scepter burst into flames. There are countless threads of starlight like lines.That is the blessing of the new year.

Li Cheng.

Ye Song was completely shocked.

He bent down and raised his hands involuntarily, like the priest behind him, saluting the king.

This is the High Sacrifice, the King's High Sacrifice.Ye Song couldn't help sighing in his heart.

A rumbling sound came from both sides of the temple, and hundreds of chefs specially set up in the temple rolled out a long line of carts, with braised meat and stews on them, with strong aroma and delicious color.

This is the signal to announce the opening of the national banquet. People in the capital can not only eat the banquet of the whole family, but also receive the royal meal given by the king. The banquet lasts until late at night. No one gets up early the next morning, and everyone sleeps until noon. The slow time of ancient times.

The king walked out of the temple, took Ye Song's hand, returned to the chariot, raised his glass, toasted everyone, and drank it all in one gulp.

"Ah Jin, I will come to listen to your singing every year from now on." Ye Song said.

"Fool, isn't the libretto the same every year?" The king seemed to have a smile in his tone.

"You are a fool, you only listen to it once a year." Ye Song also smiled.

"Get ready to pack your bags tonight and set off early the morning after tomorrow," said the king.

"Okay..." Ye Song's expression turned gloomy.

"Don't be sad, there will be more sad things to come," said the king.

Ye Song raised his head, his eyes were full of doubts, but he didn't know what the king was talking about, and the king didn't explain. He knew that he couldn't drink well, but he still toasted the people along the way. I'm sorry to ask, but I can only let the light bulb help the king go back to take off his makeup and go to sleep.

As soon as the king's foot stepped into the room, Ting Lan ran over.

"Ah—" She stretched out her fork to feed Ye Song.

"Hmm...? Eat it, it's only once a year." Ye Song tilted his head and avoided it.

"Eh? But it's not fun." Ting Lan looked bored.

"I'm not here to play..."

Ting Lan was convinced that Ye Song didn't seem to have a good impression of her, and she began to panic, but her goal was almost achieved, so she didn't care about it, as long as Ye Song was caught until she returned to Dongguo, it was enough.

It was very difficult for Ye Song to tidy up his things. He packed almost all the things that could leave a memory about the Wuming Kingdom, but he took them out again and again to look at them, so that he kept them for a long time before confiscating them all.

He looked at the patches and flowers the king had sewed for him, and his heart was sore, and he really didn't want to leave here.

Thinking of this, he stood up and walked out of the room. Morris wagged his tail and raised his head and asked, "Where are you going?"

"The bar."

Morris was shocked again. When did Ye Song start drinking?Going to the bar?

"It's just boring." Ye Song saw through his surprise.

"Wait...Master?!" Morris was completely puzzled, watching Ye Song close the door behind him.

Ye Song remembers that the bar counter of the castle is on the west wing of the third floor, with simple unpainted wooden decoration, rhombic wine racks, low-alcohol ordinary wine, wine barrels that can be unscrewed, and candles that add flavor to the mood, just like ordinary wine. Like the local taverns in the market, there is no sense of luxury at all.

Naturally, there is no waiter at the bar, and there is already dust on the utensils. It can be seen that the king doesn't use it very much.

Ye Song took the cup by himself and cast a spell to wash it off.

He poured a glass of beer, looked at the white froth, took a sip from time to time, and then the speed became faster and faster, and he drank every barrel of wine with different tastes, and it was still pouring.

Ye Song's drinking capacity was not much better than the king's, and soon he started talking nonsense, his skin turned red, and he hiccupped on the bar.

He is also a person who has lived well for so many years. If he has no power or influence in the Eastern Kingdom, he will be excluded. For so long, he has never indulged himself to do crazy things. Now the craziest thing he can think of The thing turned out to be drinking.Ye Song couldn't help mocking himself like a young lady locked in a deep boudoir, he should make a scene like a street hooligan.

Soon he began to lose the last bit of sane consciousness, he felt his mouth move, but he didn't know what he said.

I'm really upset, I don't know why, I'm just upset.Very -- unhappy.

Ye Song started to play with the large pile of beer glasses piled up under the table, stacked them up and overturned them together, lined them up one by one and threw them with corks, used them as props for juggling and so on. .

Later he started to play with the engraved glasses again. The tall ones and the short ones were arranged in a crooked straight line, and he flicked them one by one.

Fortunately, the crisp crackling sounded only three times before the king arrived.The king had just taken the medicine, and it was dusk when he woke up from his afternoon nap. He was holding his drowsy head and was about to walk down the ground, but was told by the light bulb that Ye Song was making trouble at the bar, so he immediately put on his coat and rushed over.

Looking at the three fragments of glasses on the ground, the king almost went crazy. He howled almost in despair, pulled his hair violently, and squatted down to clean it up while cursing: "Ye Song! You are a * I don’t want to die! Do you know how expensive this thing is!”

"Things are rare and precious, and money is... a thing outside of the body..." Ye Song's reaction only made the king even more angry.

"Belongings... huh? Very expensive! Do you know ten pieces of silver?" The king impatiently stepped forward and grabbed Ye Song by the collar, but he couldn't drag him, and was afraid that Ye Song would accidentally damage his arms. The one I was holding was helpless.

"Money, money, money! Ask Ah Jin for money...!" Ye Song rolled his eyes drunkenly, and began to growl, and then cried and made noises, "Anyway, Ah Jin wants to drive me away... I don't want to leave ... Ah Jin just casually stuffed Ting Lan over, why! I didn't...want to marry her... hiccup..."

"You...!" The king was at a loss for words for a moment, angry but helpless, watching him slapstick, but the anger in his heart subsided, Ye Song really couldn't bear it.

Looking at Ye Song's appearance, and at the light bulb waiting for instructions, the king suddenly smiled, stepped forward, took a wine glass, and smashed it into pieces with a clatter.

"Your Majesty? Didn't you come to clean up the mess? What is this for? Isn't it ten silver?" The light bulb was startled.

"No, I figured it out." The king looked at Ye Song, who was lying on the ground, and looked at the sunset thoughtfully.

The light bulb did not answer, and waited for the king to speak.

"The relationship in the world, whether it's family, friendship, love, or anything else, if it wants to last for a long time, what you need is not vigor or sweet talk, but running-in, mutual running-in." The king said.

"Think about it, Ye Song and I quarreled so fiercely at the beginning because no one bowed their heads. In fact, thinking about it from another angle, it's better to be crazy with him, to fight with him, and to fight with him. Clean up together. All relationships need to be managed and changed.” The king turned around and walked towards Ye Song, who was already drunk and snoring. Tolerating yourself is simply impossible.”

Bulb looked a bit complicated, he didn't know what to say to the king.

The king bent down and looked at Ye Song's restless sleeping face, took Ye Song's hand lightly, and kissed the back of his hand.

"Don't worry, sweetheart, go to sleep, you'll be fine."

The king stood up and touched the letter of the Northern Kingdom in his coat pocket.

"Since he has said that he doesn't want to marry Ting Lan, then it's okay, go and cancel his temporary nameless country nationality, let him leave tomorrow night, and set off overnight."

"...Yes." The light bulb's words contained an elusive and wonderful taste.

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Has anyone seen this hhh it's been so long and it's time to end