this king; that king

The next night, the lights in the Bania Mansion were dimmed, and there was no one in the dark corridor, only the sound of insects chirping softly in the silent night.

One or two lanterns made the flowers, plants, trees and stone pillars cast shadows ranging from light to deep. Four figures slipped out from behind the side wall of the North Pavilion, one was a bit fat with long hair tied up, one was tall and slender, one was well-proportioned, and one Tall but trembling.

The well-built man lightly kicked the little Shiba Inu on the ground, and whispered, "Morris, check at the door."

Shiba Inu nodded and ran away.

The tall man asked: "Mr. Rabbit can teleport? You can go in and get the key!"

"Don't think he's really capable!" said the man with the hair tied, "He can only teleport to the places he has seen and remembered, and your second brother will not let us visit the room, so we can only enter by ourselves. "

"Then what should we do?" It was the well-proportioned man again.

"You can't do this job, I'll do it." The man took a deep breath, it was the king, "Mo Le, are you sure the key is in your second brother's hands?"

"Sure," the tall man replied, "he is more controlling than the big brother, and he won't be at ease in someone else's place."

"Okay!" The king gestured, and the tall man gave a straight and standard salute, opened a passageway, threw Ye Song and Mo Le into it, and stepped in together with the king.

"It hurts... huh!" Ye Song was the only one who fell to the ground on his stomach, and when he was about to cry out, the king sealed his mouth with mud from the garden using the earth-controlling technique.

"Shut up, you fool!" the king whispered.

"Why did you bring me here, I'm so sleepy!" Ye Song disgustedly sprayed water to wash away the mud on his face.

"I told you to sleep well last night, but you didn't listen? I told you to teach you something today!" The king rolled his eyes.

"You didn't say it was midnight!" Ye Song replied.

"All right, all right, whatever you want, anyway, you're a stupid idiot," the king's lips fluttered up and down, "Tonight's lesson is a murder weapon, don't use it indiscriminately, hear?"

"I heard it." Ye Song drew a long tone, obviously impatient.

"Luck, recite the spell of fetching things from space silently, and imagine that all the water in this big kettle will flow on you, and then flow into the artificial river." The king reached out and took out a kettle through the wall.

Ye Song sat down upright, moved his breath, imagined the flow of water, the kettle began to shake, and Mo Le looked at the king with a satisfied smile in surprise.But the kettle stopped immediately, nothing happened, Ye Song shook violently, and spit out a big mouthful of water.

"It failed," said the king, "but it's not bad. The principle of this spell is to use your own body as a conduit to pass water into another place. If you spit out water, it means that some water has been transferred."

"Then why did it fail?" Ye Song asked.

"You have to take a good look at the appearance of this kettle! There is also the appearance of the artificial river, you have to recall it more clearly, otherwise it would be useless for me to chat with you at night yesterday!" The king lifted up the kettle and stretched it out. In front of Ye Song.

Ye Song closed his eyes again, and he recalled the pattern of the kettle, the shape of the spout, the luster shining in the night, everything, and everything, and then turned into the artificial river's silvery white spots, and the gentle sound of running water.He trembled suddenly, and opened his eyes. Cold ripples flashed in his eyes. There was a sound like a sewer coming from the kettle, and there was a slap on the other side of the artificial river, as if something had fallen into it.

The king lifted the lid of the pot, and when it was empty, he praised: "You are very enlightened, it's all right, now let's transfer the water out of the second young master's body."

"Second brother will die without water!"

"Whoever wants to kill him, just draw it to the point where he will be very thirsty." The king said with a curled lip.

Ye Song began to imagine the second young master's appearance, his beautiful hair, his figure, his eyes, his eyes... Although he was a little disgusted, he continued to hold on.

With a bang, a huge jet of water fell from the sky, drenching Ye Song completely, he immediately stopped singing, shook his hair vigorously and said to himself: "No...it's obviously transferred to In the toilet..."

Seeing the light bulb and the king's snickering expression, and looking at the portal above his head that was too late to close, he finally understood, and pushed the king dissatisfied.

"Okay, it's my turn." The king touched the wall with his hand, and immediately a stream of water flowed from the place where his fingers touched.

"Where did this water come from?" Moller asked.

"The moisture in the air." The king explained, "I want to remove about [-]% of it."

After speaking, he withdrew his hands and put his palms together in front of his chest. After a few seconds, Ye Song noticed that there seemed to be a different feeling coming from inside the room. He put his hands on the window glass and was about to look inside, but he felt something different. A gust of hot air broke through the shackles of the curtains and began to bake the windows.

"Retreat!" The king ordered in a low voice, the light bulb saved even the time to salute, immediately threw everyone into the passage, and then walked in with the king.

"What is that?" Ye Song asked, "It seems that there is a thermal current..."

"Swap the temperature." The king replied, "I changed the air temperature in the Great Desert of the Western Kingdom. Because of the time difference, it should be six o'clock in the evening. It's hot and dry, so I don't believe he won't wake up."

"So what if he wakes up?" Ye Song asked.

"Look for water to drink! But you have just transferred his water to the artificial river, so he can only come out." The king pulled Ye Song's sleeve and motioned him to go aside to observe.

Sure enough, there was the sound of creaking bed boards in the room, followed by the sound of the second young master stepping on footsteps and opening the door, rushing out of the room.He was speechless in dissatisfaction, and with his hips crossed, he took out a sweat towel and wiped his sweat vigorously while heading to the kitchen, saying all the way: "Fuck, your grandpa is so hot!"

"Light bulb."

"As ordered."

The light bulb jumped to the second young master's door, opened and looked at any one of the forty or fifty drawers in the second young master's room, then shifted back, opened a small opening, and reached into it.

"Moller, tell the light bulb in which drawer the key might be placed, and it will be settled quickly." The king turned to look at Moller.

"The second column on the left seems to be for money, try it once." Moller recalled, holding his chin.

The light bulb used the penetrating technique to move the hand from that drawer all the way to the second column, and touched one by one from top to bottom: "Here are ten passbooks, eight passports, five luminous pearls, a dozen gold bars... and Two drawers are empty."

"Then... try the top row? Valuables are usually in that place."

The light bulb urged the spell to move up again: "There are... ten, no, twenty... thirty... fifty pendants here."

"Could it have been calculated by him? Otherwise, why would there be so many pendants, could it be to disturb the audience?" The king's heart tightened, and he began to break out in a cold sweat.

"It's okay, I'm here." Mo Le patted the king's shoulder vigorously.

There was an echoing dog barking in the distance, Ye Song's ears twitched slightly, and he immediately became alert: "The patrolling guards are coming soon!"

"The shape of these pendants is hard to identify! The second young master will not be happy to see the light of the portal in his drawer when he comes back!" The light bulb also became a little anxious, but he did not forget to laugh at himself.

"Wait, look under the pillow?" Mo Le suddenly raised his head, "Second brother likes to hide the stolen candy there since he was a child."

"Received!" The light bulb pulled back its hand, opened a new opening to the side of the pillow, stretched out its hand, lifted the pillow and touched it twice hastily, "There is nothing!"

"Where's the pillowcase!" Ye Song asked, "Generally speaking, the things in the pillowcase don't fall off easily."

"There's no time, that idiot is back!" Seeing the second young master appearing at the kitchen door with a large pot of water, the king finally lost his composure, stomped his feet anxiously, and turned around, Mo Le could only hold him His arms kept saying to persuade him not to worry.

Light Bulb smiled slyly: "It should be this one, right?" As he spoke, he drew out his clenched fist and slowly opened it. Under the eyes of everyone, he finally revealed the answer—it was the pendant!The king nodded and took out a very similar chain: "Bulb, zip up the pillow case, put this pre-prepared fake pendant in, and then send Mole and the others back to the room!"

"Doing nothing tonight?" Moeller asked.

"No, let's sleep better tonight, and analyze this pendant tomorrow morning. If there is any clue about where to hide, the light bulb can take us directly." The king whispered, the light bulb opened the transmission port, and Ye Song, Mo Le Throw it back with Morris, who just ran back.

Morning came soon, and the faint mist was like a layer of veil, covering the beautiful face of the earth, waiting for the sun to push it away.

"What's the mystery of this pendant?" Ye Song asked.

Ye Song and Morris were in the king's room at the moment, so they were sent by light bulbs to avoid people's eyes.Ye Song stared at the pendant, first he used his nails to dig the jade on it twice, and seeing that there was nothing unusual, he began to study the golden chain again.

"It's useless. I received this chain when I was 15 years old. I've been playing with it for 40 to [-] years. If there was any mechanism, I would have pushed it out." The king obviously didn't want to look at the chain. Zhui turned his head to play with his fingernails with a look of contempt.

"Maybe it's only useful in this house." Ye Song still didn't give up.

"Impossible! I stayed in this house countless times when I was young." The king still didn't look back.

"The prince goes out of the palace casually? Isn't that against the rules?" Ye Song asked.

"You've only been here for two weeks, when did you memorize the rules?" The king didn't want to explain so much to Ye Song, he didn't trust Ye Song enough to reveal the past, so he changed the subject.

"Do as the Romans do, and at the beginning in the Eastern Kingdom, I heard that you ruled the country by torture. If you don't follow the rules, your head will be beheaded." Ye Song picked up the pendant and shook it around.

"Where do these rumors come from..." The king felt speechless, and smiled again, "Didn't you meet me before?"

"Me? Have you seen you before?" Ye Song pointed to his nose, his eyes widened in disbelief.

"Yes, I was there at the time, but I'm just a one-month-old puppy, and I can't remember it after so long." Morris also raised the corners of his mouth slightly.

"In the past, the Eastern Kingdom and the Wuming Kingdom had good relations. The emperor sent your uncle to the Wuming Kingdom to negotiate with me. Your father also came. We were chatting in the lobby when you suddenly rolled down from the carriage. Thank you for being so bold and brave. Follow me from the box, so angry that your father wants to break your leg at night, and I stopped you." The king's expression gradually changed from approval to disgust, "Look at you, you are so confused that you forget everything, to be honest When you first entered my castle, I was still thinking 'this kid has grown so big', but you've been looking at me all the time, it's hard to keep me from getting angry!"

"Ah, it's not me who is so stupid." Ye Song blushed, his body was unstable, his toes were crooked, and he fell to the ground.

"People without brains will fall from the sky!" The king gloated.

"Your Majesty, will you come to this house every year for inspection?" Morris asked seriously, with a straight face.

"Of course not, I would be too shameless if I come here often," the king said.

As if his conjecture had been confirmed, Morris's eyes flashed a gleam of victory: "Then this house must be much different from what it was 200 years ago, right?"

"What do you think of?" asked the king.

"Since the official certificate was hidden after the pendant was in the hands of His Majesty, it means that there is no mechanism on the pendant, but that there is a place or something in the house designed to hide the official certificate. It has something to do with the pendant." Morris took the pendant and observed it carefully.

"That's right! I'm so stupid." The king patted himself on the head, "Then do you have any idea?"

Morris picked up the pendant and tilted his head to look at the light, then turned around and asked, "Isn't this pure natural emerald?"

"No, it is made of ordinary stones, so the color is not correct, so it is relatively inferior." The king replied.

"Is there any lettering or dark flowers in it?"

"There is my name engraved on it, and there are dark flowers... there shouldn't be any."

Morris stood up and pulled up Ye Song who was lying on the ground and rolling around boredly: "How about you accompany us to look around the house? Maybe we will find something."

"Okay." The king stretched out his hand to let the light bulb pull him up, patted his wrinkled clothes, and went out first.

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