[Glory of the King] Magpie and Butterfly

The sky outside has gradually brightened, the candles in the room have been extinguished, and the light in the room is still dim.

Zhuang Zhou looked Bian Que up and down, and saw that he didn't take the porridge from his hand immediately, but stared at him silently, with an extremely impatient expression; Zhuang Zhou said helplessly, "I'm sorry, Excuse me for disturbing you, Ah Que, but let's have something to eat first."

Bian Que turned his head and didn't speak, but his gaze was on the door frame, on which there were several wormholes.

"Ah Que, don't be angry, I know I'm wrong, I shouldn't come in and disturb you at this time." Zhuang Zhou began to coax Bian Que with nice words, no matter how his tone sounded like he was coaxing his naughty grandson, Bian Que's expression changed after hearing this. Even darker.

Why does Zhuang Zhou always like to treat him like a big man with this attitude? !Although Zhuang Zhou was several times his age, he was always looked down upon, and Bian Que always had a hard time getting over it.

"I cooked this for you." Zhuang Zhou looked pitiful. He looked at Bian Que with misty green eyes, as if he was saying, "Don't eat this." It's porridge, come and eat me."

Bian Que took a deep breath, his chest rose and fell, and he said, "You didn't sleep last night?"

"Isn't Ah Que up too? If I also go to sleep, it would be too unkind."

In the next second, Zhuang Zhou felt that Bian Que was staring at him even more.

"I boiled it." Zhuang Zhou handed the bowl of porridge to Bian Que, feeling a little weak.

Bian Que was like an organ man researched by Mozi. With stiff joints, he took the porridge in Zhuang Zhou's hand, with a spoon stranded on it. Bian Que looked up at Zhuang Zhou: "You don't want to eat?"

Zhuang Zhou shook his head, he found that Bian Que's scarf seemed to be a little higher than usual.

This discovery puzzled Zhuang Zhou—the scarf was ugly and old, and Bian Que’s face was invisible at first, but now it became tighter, and it’s not a widow who lost her husband. Fancy imagination, the influence is not good.

Zhuang Zhou felt that he had to teach Bian Que a lesson.

Suddenly, he quickly took a few steps forward, taking advantage of Bian Que's unpreparedness, and pulled off his scarf, Bian Que's face was completely exposed to the air, Bian Que's face was cold, but his expression was dull for a few seconds .

Covering his face is a kind of pretentious behavior, Bian Que is mysteriously pretending to be wrapped in a scarf every day, but today he was confused by Zhuang Zhou's sudden attack.

Bian Que silently pulled up the scarf, covered his mouth, and pretended to be very mysterious: "..."

The smile in Zhuang Zhou's eyes couldn't be hidden, he briskly pulled down Bian Que's scarf again: "You are obviously pretty, why did you cover it up?" After asking this question, Zhuang Zhou felt himself It's so stupid, Bian Que fled outside day and night, covering his face to avoid being recognized is a way to save his life, how could he ask such a stupid question.

He must have been confused by Bian Que's beauty, ahem.

The corner of Bian Que's mouth changed from a drooping angle to a half-smile, his eyes wandered to Zhuang Zhou's silly face, and he quickly looked away again.

Zhuang Zhou could touch his itch every time, and what he said was true and honest, without hypocrisy, affectation, or flattery.He is just attracted to one point and sinks.

"Move again, and I'll cripple your hand." Although Bian Que said so, he didn't pull the scarf on again.

Zhuang Zhou rubbed his numb wrists. Seeing that the education was successful, he planned to leave and go to sleep. He could not hide the sleepiness on his face: "I'll go back to sleep for a while. See you, Ah Que."

Then Zhuang Zhou turned and walked towards the door. Bian Que watched quietly as Zhuang Zhou came to the door, leaned his face softly against the door panel, and then...maintained this posture motionless, without making any further movements.

Bian Que looked at Zhuang Zhou for a few minutes, the porridge in his hand was a little cold, and Zhuang Zhou's slight snoring came to his ears, and Bian Que confirmed that Zhuang Zhou was... asleep.

He could fall asleep standing up, Zhuang Zhou wondered how tough he really was.

In the past, when Kun was by his side, Zhuang Zhou could sleep whenever he wanted, and there was no problem at all. Now that Kun is not by his side, Zhuang Zhou cannot be as carefree as before.

Because the habit of being able to sleep anytime and anywhere has been developed, no matter what Zhuang Zhou is doing, he may fall asleep in the next second and swim in a dream.

Bian Que pulled Zhuang Zhou into his arms, and carried him to the table to let him sleep on the table, while Zhuang Zhou limply at his mercy like a dead fish.

There was a pot of white porridge in front of him, exuding a faint fragrance of rice. The porridge Zhuang Zhou cooked this time was much thicker than usual - Bian Que didn't like thin porridge, Zhuang Zhou cooked it thicker on purpose.

...It seems that Zhuang Zhou cares more about himself than he imagined?

Looking at the sleeping face of the young man on the table, the porridge in his mouth became even sweeter.

The world in Zhuang Zhou's dream.

Everyone knows that his dream can protect Jixia. Zhuang Zhou knows that his dream has the ability to predict the future and detect the past.

This ability is passive. If Zhuang Zhou wants to actively dream about a specific thing, he must consume a lot of mental energy to perceive it, and the success rate is only [-]%.

In the dream, Zhuang Zhou was riding a Kun he hadn't seen for a long time. After seeing the surroundings clearly, Zhuang Zhou confirmed that he was standing in a grove of locust trees.

Sophora japonica town, Sophora japonica forest... Zhuang Zhou knew that this dream was about to prophesy or tell him the past.

The dream this time - has something to do with the "cursed" mutation of the entire town!

Suddenly Zhuang Zhou heard a human voice, and he hurriedly told Kun to hide behind a tall, thousand-year-old tree. No matter how big the ancient tree was, it was not as big as Kun. Kun's tail and head were still sticking out, so it was exposed.

In broad daylight, several figures were chatting furtively under the tree.

"The plan is this. Your lord wants us to set up a formation here. The function of the formation is to prevent the people inside from getting out, just like making a cage to lock them up."

The voice was very clear, and Zhuang Zhou could listen to their conversation verbatim.

There were six people in total, and they all looked like tall men. They were all wearing black robes, with wooden masks on their faces, engraved with dark patterns that belonged to the power symbol of the Qin royal family.I couldn't see their faces, but I could tell from their accents that these people came from elsewhere - except for the one whose toes kept grinding the sand and weeds on the ground.

"Gentlemen, what is that lord going to do... Can I really serve His Majesty from now on?" With a strong local accent, the person who looked nervous and cramped was a villager from Huaihua Town!

... Another greedy person.

Zhuang Zhou knew that he had encountered the most critical scene, maybe this dream could help him find evidence to whiten Ah Que!

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