this king; that king

The eastern sky lit up the first ray of morning light, gentle and delicate, starting from the horizon, little by little cast a faint gleam on the quiet and peaceful land of the Nameless Country.

The king didn't sleep well. In the dark room, there was only a little light through the gaps in the curtains. The folds of the beige silk nightgown blended with the quilt layer by layer, like a fog that enveloped the king's heart.

Time is up.

The light bulb didn't wake him up. The king, the king of a country, put on airs when welcoming the bride so that people dare not look down upon him, but the king simply pushed open the door of the bedroom with his own hands, lifted the hem of his clothes, and said lightly: "Take a shower." Let's change clothes."

It seems that the king and his positioning of dignity are not the same.The light bulb looked at the dark circles under the king's eyes, feeling uncomfortable but unable to speak.

"The two of us are old friends, right?" The king leaned against the clean wall of the big bath, and the water in the pool lightly supported the most beautiful rose petals. Pieces of water reflected in the king's downcast eyes. Brushing his long hair.

"Yes, Your Majesty." The light bulb slowed down, as if it was touching a treasure in the world, for fear of breaking it, a gentle smile appeared on the corner of its mouth.

"You always think about it, and you want me to get married early. I'm going to get married today...don't be unhappy," the king said.

The light bulb trembled in his heart. The tone of the king's words was so similar to that of the third prince Jin back then. It almost made him think that he had returned to the past. After all, he couldn't hold back and shed a tear; "Your Majesty really, I was obviously smiling, but insisted that I was sad."

"Aren't you the same... You obviously don't want me to marry, but you keep urging me to find a partner." The king sighed, thinking about his past like drinking a cup of warm tea. How much has he changed? ?He didn't even know himself anymore.

"Everyone's life is a long, long road," the king closed his eyes lightly. "There are scenery on the road, there are passers-by, there are rest stops, there are forks in the road, there are passes, and there are endings. I have stood After looking up at the 15-year-old sky for too long, it's time to move forward.

"Once I get married, my country will not be mine alone, and my physical age will flow again just like the destruction of the country.

"I want to ask you again—are you still willing to accompany me for the remaining decades?"

Bulb took the king's hand, his eyes were as gentle as Jin who met him for the first time in the snow.

"No matter where your majesty goes, you will always be my majesty. I will stay with you for the rest of my life and will never leave."

Snow began to fall silently.

It's getting closer, it's getting closer, the car from Beiguo has already entered the city, and it will arrive at the foot of the palace in less than half an hour.

The lush gardening of instruments of torture in the Imperial Garden has turned into snowdrifts and pitch-black branches. Although it is the same every year, this year seems to be particularly bleak. The few remaining flowers are already burning their last lives that are about to end. Everything in the snow is dying. It's so peaceful.Seeing that the artificial spring had already frozen, the king felt for the first time that the silent palace seemed too deserted.

The black wedding dress of the Northern Kingdom has been prepared. The king came alone to the magnificent gate of the palace. He wore a black velvet dress embroidered with a blue smoke totem as the bottom, and the outer layer was decorated with three layers of gradient gauze as thin as onion wings. Long tailed velvet gown embroidered with large golden roses.Eight sets of black pearl hairpins are embellished on the complicated French hairpin at the back of the head, and a huge blood-red rose is in full bloom at the temples and waists.The dark gray veil with silver luster like moonlight is like a layer of mist, and the hanging golden tassels make it flow. Behind the veil, the beautiful eyes have a touch of melancholic black makeup, and the lips are as gorgeous as the sunset. Biting his lip, it was as warm as the beating heart of a king.

"Your Majesty is so beautiful." The light bulb walked to the king's side.

"I'm going to be beautiful this time in my life." The king put on a veil mask and looked in the direction of the royal cemetery.

"Is it a traditional rule to worship ancestors before getting married?" Light Bulb said.

"I have lit candles for Yan Hewan, and I have also paid respects to ancestors in the temple." The king said, "Since I ascended the throne, I have always worshiped my ancestors and not my father."

"You still don't want to let go of the old king." Light bulb said.

"I can't let it go. How can I let it go? I will never forget how he discriminated against me and despised me. My father made me." The king sighed.

The snow stopped, and the wedding team from the northern kingdom stood at the foot of the distant mountain. Naturally, the king couldn't see them, but the strong aura rushing upwards mixed with the hoofbeats of the northerners made it vague and particularly alarming.

From a distance, I saw a figure appearing from the stairs. It was a herald officer in formal attire. The blue feathers on the top of his head were trembling in the breeze. The king saluted, and then began to proclaim loudly:

"The No.18 king of the Northern Kingdom, Sfier I, ordered—"

The edict came to an abrupt end, and the king frowned, waiting for him to continue reading.

"Ahem... the king orders you to kneel down on one knee to listen to the order." The herald officer reminded.

"Kneel down? Why? I am still the king of a country, do you have the right to order me to kneel?" the king rebuked coldly.

"If you don't kneel, the army in the North Kingdom doesn't know if they can guarantee that you will still be the king of the country." The herald obviously didn't take the king seriously.

"I'm not the king of a country, but I can be the queen of your northern country in the future!" the king said angrily.

"Queen?...Oh no, no, you are joking. There are more than a dozen concubines in His Majesty's palace, and you are just one of them. You cannot take the position of queen."

"That's not how the peace agreement was written—could it be that you, a messenger, are not qualified to sit at the negotiating table, so you didn't hear it?" the king retorted.

"Once you are married, you must obey your husband in everything. You can listen to His Majesty's arrangements. You can see whether to kneel or not." The herald officer did not back down at all.

The king thought over and over again, and finally suppressed his anger and knelt down.

"You really understand the general situation." The official said, "Northern Kingdom is proud of you.

"The king has an order to marry the monarch of the unknown country. From now on, the monarch of the unknown country, Huashi, will be appointed as his concubine and go to our country to get married."

The king suddenly raised his head. In the nameless country, it is extremely disrespectful to call nobles by their surnames without mentioning them.

The king felt his fists trembling in the cold air, he accepted the order calmly, and replied through gritted teeth: "Yes."

"Please, Princess Hua." The herald stepped aside, bowed symbolically to the king, and signaled the king to go down the mountain.

The king didn't make any useless moves, he took the light bulb's hand, walked straight, and walked towards the endless stairs.

Seeing the herald's smirk, the king turned his head awe-inspiringly, a pair of cold eyes pierced the protruding mouth through the veil, and his gorgeous lips smiled slightly: "My lord, I have something to think about. Ask you about it."

The herald raised his head, looked at the king, and was about to reply unhurriedly, but at that moment, he felt that his body was stiff, unable to speak or move, and could only stare at the king, feeling anxious again. And angry, wishing to tear the body apart.

"Fixing Curse, have you heard of it?" The king stepped forward, lowered his head slightly, and asked with his eyes forcing him, "I almost forgot, I don't need to use proper means to deal with you, anyway, there is no one else here. "

The king gracefully raised one hand, wiped his own lips, then wiped the bright red on the herald's dry lips, and then waved his hand, the trees in the garden that looked like instruments of torture stretched out as if they had received an order. The branches gathered together, binding the herald officer into a ball like a cocoon.

"Aren't you surprised that such a large palace has no guards?" asked the king sarcastically.

"Uh, uh..." Only the herald's strangled voice could be heard from the branches.

"When I get into the car, you ask the guards to drag him down, and chop him up for trying to get involved with the 'Flower Princess'. I don't like people dying in my garden." The king didn't look at him anymore, and calmly said commanded in a deep voice.

"Yes." The light bulb glanced at the large group of branches.

Stairs, one level at a time, the king didn't know how he went down, he had clearly told himself not to be nostalgic, but the rain in the palace, the wind in the palace, the fog on the glass windows, and the spring mud in the garden had long been beyond his control. Let go of something.

I don't know if Ye Song left safely?

He didn't leave any tokens of Ye Song, and he didn't take the scarf away either. He knew that the two of them had become strangers since then.

He is really a useless king, extremely cowardly, afraid of seeing dead people, and even more afraid of being abandoned, but that is the way of being a king, he is really not a good king.

However, that's okay, anyway, his throne was also stolen.

Didn't I have the same experience without Ye Song before? There is no reason why I can't do it in the future.

The king seemed to hear Ye Song's footsteps running towards him, and the sound was particularly loud in the gradually dissipating fog.

No, not fantasy!

Before the king could react, he had already seen a familiar figure running down the stairs panting heavily, a sudden brake stopped him, his chest heaved with his shoulders, and he still had the heat from running wildly .

"...you?" The king was so shocked that he couldn't speak. The man's sweat-soaked bangs were still trembling, and he looked at him with firm eyes without avoiding it. That's right, it was Ye Song!

"Ah Jin...don't, don't go." Ye Song gasped for a while before choking out a word.

"No...you..." The king didn't know what to say, his eyes rolled around in a panic, he was both happy and puzzled, of course the most was anger, what would he do with his plan this time around?What about his personal safety?What the hell is Ye Song doing?

As a result, the king blurted out: "Why the hell are you running back?! Where's Morris? Where's Ting Lan?!"

"Asleep, I took quick-acting sleeping pills for self-defense." Ye Song said, pressing the king's shoulders, "Listen to me...the northerners have come in, they...wrong, let me sort out...thoughts ... thinking."

The king is even more angry, the northerners have come in!That's right!Is not this nonsensical?How can we welcome you if you don't come in?Just to tell himself this shit?

"Northern people deployed commandos under many confidential city walls. I saw it with my own eyes. The chief envoy... seems to be Ting Lan. She is a spy from the Northern Kingdom! China, I have notified all the officials along the road, and the private soldiers of the government are already on guard secretly... What do you want to do?"

The king's brain exploded at once.

People from the Northland are in such a hurry?

Before they got married, they were already domineering and did not take themselves seriously. Logically speaking, Beiguo had already violated the contract. How could he be so angry?

King for a day, king for life!

The king does not allow anyone to step on his head, even if he wants to surrender, he must be noble.

"I see." The king said calmly without any emotion on the surface.

"Aren't you... not surprised at all? Ting Lan..." Ye Song looked at the king in surprise, and when he turned his head away, he suddenly realized, "You... have known it a long time ago? You have known it a long time ago! Because she is People from the Northern Kingdom, so you will definitely do your best to let me go back to the Eastern Kingdom according to the peace agreement, because she has the same goal as yours, so you sent her to follow me...Is that right?"

The king did not speak.

"Okay... so you have been fighting behind my back with her for a long time? Before you matched me and her, and let her follow you back to the palace... are you using us?" Ye Song asked.

"I guessed half right, I only found out in the forest, but that doesn't matter anymore." The king smiled coldly, "You are right, I am using you, don't you already know? Come back now What are you doing? Are you gloating and making fun of me getting married?"

This time it was Ye Song's turn to be silent.

The king shook his head, sneered, and continued walking up his stairs, bypassing Ye Song who was standing there.

Unexpectedly, the apprentice who usually treats relationship problems with a stupid look came up from behind and took the king's hand, whispering in the king's ear with difficulty, and said softly with his unsteady breath:

"I can't leave you, I care too much about you, Jin."

The king staggered, his face flushed to the tips of his ears, fortunately he was covered with a veil, and Ye Song couldn't see anything.

"You can go to the government to call the paging line and tell me about this kind of thing. Let go, even if you come back, I have to marry you." The king said.

"Are you really going?"

The king nodded, but lifted a corner of the veil, Ye Song saw the king's gorgeous lips making mouth shapes clearly and silently.

"Stay here and wait for me to come back."

Ye Song let go of his hand lightly, watching the king holding the light bulb and continuing to walk down until he disappeared into the thin mist.