this king; that king

The king lived with Ye Song in the castle as if nothing had happened. Three days passed in a blink of an eye, and the king never asked him to go back to the Eastern Kingdom. There is no longer a big reason.

Bulb has been busy for the past few days, walking around, and many things in the castle can only be done by the king himself. Ye Song saw that when Bulb came back, his body was always mixed with fishy smell and dust, so he guessed that he was busy. To send troops to the front.

Ye Song knew in his heart that Dongguo couldn't go back. Morris blamed himself at first, but then he didn't say anything, but chose to accept the facts silently.

It is not difficult for the tiger and wolf division of the northern kingdom to enter the Wuming Kingdom. The king's thousands of troops can't last long, and a considerable part of the defense depends on the king's remote support from the capital.Ye Song saw a lot of civilians moving into the center, probably the king ordered an emergency evacuation from the border area to prevent the flames of war.

Has the war really started so quietly?Every day was still peaceful and peaceful to him, and even the king who spent a lot of mana to fight back against the northern army was the same as usual, showing no strange expression at all.

Of course, the sweat on the king's forehead betrayed him. Ye Song knew that he was working hard, but he couldn't do anything.

Ye Song didn't dare to confess his love to the king, fearing that it would increase the psychological burden on the king, and he also knew that he would definitely not hear the answer he expected.

He only wished to stay by the king's side for a while longer, to see his strange clothes, to smell the different scents of incense, and to hear his voice of joy, anger, sorrow and joy.He would certainly prefer to do something more intimate if he could, if he could.

The current situation is already very chaotic, and half of the things that disturbed the chaos were done by him. If he did not come back after returning to the Eastern Kingdom, there would be no war.

He owes the king an apology.

Ye Song pushed open the door and was about to have a good talk with the king, but he withdrew his foot again.

It's okay to apologize, but...how should I put it? "Shouldn't I tell you that the northerners are going to rob your country"?Doesn't that seem right?The king has a right to know about this.

Then... "I'm sorry, shouldn't I come back to save you?" This is even more wrong.

"I'm sorry I didn't go back to Dongguo"?This seems to still go back to the two results just now.

Forget it, let's not go, the king is busy anyway, I only think about it when I have unrequited love for him, maybe the king didn't think so much at all?

Ye Song closed the door and returned to the room.

At this time, the king was in the bedroom holding a pillow and dreaming.

"Your Majesty, you have been lying down for a long time, do you want to drink milk tea? Shall I make some?" Bulb asked tentatively.

"Why didn't Ye Song come up to find me?"

"what?"

"Before he caused me trouble just because of one sentence, he went to grab a lipstick and gave it back to me. This time he caused me to go to the battlefield. Didn't he realize that he caused me even more trouble? ? Why didn’t you come to talk to me about this matter? It’s not like his style! Does he care less about me?” the king asked.

"My God, Your Majesty, are you in unrequited love right now?" Bulb asked back.

"Uh... no, I just find it abnormal. Alphas are untrustworthy. I've said that a long time ago." The king immediately sat up and smoothed his long hair with his fingers. Eating something sweet is too moist."

"Yes." Light Bulb left the room with an expression of interest.

The king watched the opening where the light bulb disappeared closed, stared blankly for a while, then grabbed the pillow and threw it over:

"Asshole! Playing with me!"

Snow began to fall from the sky, and the king's head sank a little further into the scarf.Everyone said that when both internal and external troubles arise, the country is in danger. Fortunately, the country has no major internal troubles. He must ensure that he is in good health and survive this period. Find a way to settle Ye Song.

Thinking about it, the king approved the memorial.

Unexpectedly, the trouble found itself at the door.

That night, the king was having dinner talking and laughing with Ye Song, arguing about right and wrong, and the dancing flames on the bright candlestick on the table were like Ye Song’s restless heartbeat. The longer he chatted with the king, the more he felt I am getting better and better, it is time to confess.

He had just drank a big mouthful of hot cocoa, and wanted to take the opportunity to express his heart to the king implicitly. When he reached out to move the napkin over with magic, he immediately felt something abnormal in his body.

He couldn't feel any fluctuations of spells, and his outstretched hand just froze there, as if he had just come to Wuming Country to practice, or even worse.

The king was eating when he suddenly noticed that Ye Song's expression was not right. He stopped the knife and fork, and watched Ye Song stand up in confusion, his hands and feet trembling, and he began to make luck gestures.

That's right, all paths are blocked, and his spells are limited to an extremely low level.

Ye Song sank down on the chair in a daze, the sound was like a thunderclap, the king stood up immediately and ran over in fright, knelt down and looked into Ye Song's eyes, and asked eagerly: "Are you all right? What's wrong with you? Don't scare me?"

"Ah Jin... I... can't feel the passage of the spell anymore. I wanted to take a tissue just now... but I can't use it at all..." Ye Song looked at his hands and said with doubts and tears of horror.

When Morris heard it, he immediately cast a spell, but it didn't work.

"It's all right, don't be afraid, come, let me take a look." The king was startled by him, and his heart became even more uneasy. He grabbed Ye Song and carefully perceived his situation.

Ye Song was right, his spells were completely blocked for some reason.The king couldn't help it for the time being, because he couldn't see the reason.

Ye Song laid his head on the king's chest, and he felt a heart beating nervously in the ups and downs of the chest under the silver necklace. Ye Song couldn't help but smell the faint scent of medicine on the king's body, wanting to make him immortal forever. it remembers.

Unexpectedly, after the king's investigation, he didn't realize that Ye Song was also "exploring" his body, and boldly pushed Ye Song's head away, which made Ye Song feel extremely embarrassed.

"I'll study it carefully, it's not a big problem, don't worry, it's fine, I'm here, you just go on with your life." The king continued to return to his seat and started eating.

The king knew in his heart that this was actually very serious, but he couldn't let Ye Song fall into uneasiness, this was his duty as a friend.Seeing Ye Song's worried face, the king felt a secret pain in his heart, and he hoped that Ye Song would return to normal soon.

After the meal, the king wiped his mouth gracefully on the surface, folded the napkin and left the dining table. In fact, the moment he walked out the door, his steps accelerated suddenly. The idea is to find out why everything.

The situation this time is the same as when his spell was cut off last time, which means that there may be something blocking or blocking the source of magic power. Ye Song's magic power comes from himself, and that is a problem with his body function.

The king slowed down and gently pushed open the side door.

Snowball was sleeping soundly in the den, her closed eyes were completely hidden in the whiteness, like a ball of cotton thread, and there was a tiny purring sound from her little pink mouth.

"Sleepy...to be carefree is to sleep well..." The king rolled his eyes, and put his hand on top of its head to see if its ability had been activated.

Okay, no, it was my own judgment error.

The king sighed, too, how could someone put the forbidden wall in Ye Song's body, he was too nervous.

In other words, it is another possibility.There is a so-called magic spell, which needs to be recited orally, and needs to draw a magic circle on the ground for Ye Song to step on. Even a high-level mage like the king has to spend half a day preparing. The king can't think of who might cast the spell.

But soon, the answer came to him.

The light bulb appeared in front of the king, pointed to the direction behind him and hurriedly said to the king: "Your Majesty, come and take a look."

The king followed the light bulb to the gate of the palace. There were three or two rows of footprints on the snow that the light bulb pointed to. They were left by the king and Ye Song when they went out to check Ting Lan's carriage.

"What's the matter? Isn't it just footprints?" asked the king.

"Because there is snow here, I can't see it. Can you see how many stones are there in the snow? Are the stones arranged in a circle?" said the light bulb.

The king's heart tightened suddenly, even though those stones were so abrupt, he hadn't noticed them before, and their raised shape and direction were so regular, it was obviously placed artificially!

Thinking of this, he immediately picked up the broom and pushed the snow aside vigorously, and there were coal-black scratches on the first small piece of stone brick floor that had not been seen before.

The king took a few steps back and could barely breathe. He couldn't tell whether he was shocked by the belated discovery or by the fact that he could see the magic circle with his own eyes. In short, he knew that Ye Song was in trouble, big trouble.

Is it Ting Lan?Even if not, they are still her accomplices!Did he attack Ye Song when he knew he couldn't deal with him?Damn it!

The king immediately stretched out his hand to call out the staff, spread out a pale magic circle under his feet, stretched out his hand towards the bright white moonlight, and only pulled his other hand, the snow-white brilliance covered the head of the staff like layers of gauze. , like another month in the night, exuding an invisible cold air.

He only heard the king chanting a long mantra, and then he raised his staff high and stabbed it in the middle of the magic circle. Suddenly, it was like a thunderbolt, the ground moved but the mountain did not shake, and there was a crackling sound. It came from far away and extended straight to the soles of the king's feet. The scratches on the ground were blown into black dust by a gust of wind and never formed again.

The king suddenly bent down, gasping for breath, and the light bulb quickly stepped forward to support him: "How is your majesty?"

"It's okay. Ye Song should be fine," the king's voice was full of tiredness, "I transferred the spell to myself. Anyway, the source of my mana is not in my body, so the spell is invalid on me. But It’s really tiring to use this spell, and I can’t use it with bare hands.”

"It's good that the problem is solved. Your Majesty, please rest well. It's getting late." Bulb helped the king put away the staff, and led him back to the room.

The next morning the king came to the table and began to eat his fruit pie.

Ye Song on the opposite side was still gloomy. Seeing the king coming, he slowly raised his head after a while and asked, "Well... Ah Jin, how is my research on mana going?"

When the king heard this, the fork in his hand fell on the table suddenly. He immediately raised his head and frowned: "What did you say...? Your mana...?"

"Ah, I know you've been busy recently, so I didn't want to ask you, for fear that you would be upset. It doesn't matter if you forget, then..."

"Wait a minute...?" the king interrupted him. "You? You still can't cast spells?"

Ye Song stretched out his hand and aimed at the paper towel in the middle of the table.

Nothing happened.

"Try another attacking spell?" said the king.

"Just now I used the Water Knife Curse on the paper towel."

The king stood up abruptly, wiped his mouth with a napkin, and walked to the door: "Quick, don't eat, come with me."

Without knowing it, Ye Song quickly chased after him.