Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

Before Wang flew into a rage, Sanri Yuezong got close to his bottom line and got away in time to make tea for himself.

The hot water washed away the strong aroma contained in the tea, and soon spread in this spacious but airtight room.

What's more, the aroma of tea came from behind, covering up the mellow aroma of red wine.

Very inconspicuously, Wang tapped his index finger on the edge of the wine glass.

His eyes are red snake pupils that are darker and more dangerous than the color of red wine, but at this moment, the focus of the snake pupils has shifted from the already tasteless wine to something else - at this time it is still blatantly in the king's bedroom The body of the spinning "bastard" can completely imprint his figure.

Of course Gilgamesh doesn't like drinking tea.

Not to mention that there was no tea at all in his lifetime, but he tacitly agreed that all precious things regardless of age belonged to the king, and he, who became a heroic spirit, would have such things in his treasury.

As soon as the smell of tea wafted over, Wang couldn't help frowning.

It has to be said that Wang's taste - including taste - has always been quite simple and easy to understand.

Only the dazzling gold, which symbolizes wealth and power, conforms to his standard aesthetics, which is not how the "simplicity" that the golden Sanriyue Zongjin said in his mouth came from.

He is very good at enjoying, and he is not allowed to drink unless it is the best wine.Although the tea leaves also fell out of the king's treasury, for the extremely picky hero king, the water soaked with dead leaves is not within the scope of "eating" at all.

Gilgamesh certainly couldn't understand the hobby of Crescent Tsukimune.

In other words, Sanri Yuezongjin—this knife, from head to toe, from the inside to the outside, does not meet the King of Heroes' liking.

but.

At some point, Wang's tolerance surpassed his impatience.

His interest in drinking alone was ruined, and he caught a glimpse of Sanri Yue Zongjin pacing slowly over with a teacup in his hand, and sat back on the bedside again, the smell of tea suddenly drifted closer.

"Do you want to try it? It tastes very good. It can calm your mind and calm your anger. I think it's suitable for you to try it, haha."

Yes, this guy is like this, and Gilgamesh is not angry at all.

It doesn't matter if he is used to not being as knowledgeable as Fu Sangshen, or he just doesn't bother to talk to Sanri Yuezong.

In short, Wang put down the wine glass that was still slightly red.

"Noisy."

"Oh, do I talk a lot? It's the second time you've said that."

Sanriyue Zongjin was still laughing: "It shouldn't be, I'm far from being a chatterbox."

Gilgamesh said indifferently, "You are the only bastard who is nagging in this king's ear."

"Understood." Sanriyue Zongming seemed to be honored to nod his head: "Actually, they are all ordinary words, more inclined to chat. Didn't you agree to chat with the king? That's it—"

Gilgamesh certainly didn't "make an agreement" with him.

However, Sanri Yuezong almost acquiesced on his own.

The content that should have been chatted at this time was not such a good atmosphere but unnutritive small talk. Wang still treated him with an arrogant attitude of indifference.

Sanri Yuezong could get straight to the point, asking Wang why he suddenly remembered him, and suddenly pulled him over.

As for Wang, if he had the leisurely mind to condescend to ask Fu Sangshen the real reason why he came to disturb him in the middle of the night, Sanri Yuezong would probably tell him frankly.

As a result, none of them asked, and the good atmosphere continued to be preserved.

"—Then I'll keep quiet."

Responding to the first sentence of "noisy" evaluation.

Since Wang thought it was noisy, Sanri Yue Zongjin calmly said nothing.

The teacup he held in his hand was still hot, so he naturally had to sip it slowly.And right next to him, the man lying lazily on the bed directly showed a gesture of ignoring him, picked up a book with one hand, and looked at it expressionlessly.

"Humph."

The only response to Mikazuki Zongjin was this casual voice.

One person drinks tea and the other reads a book.

All episodes including Doraemon, which only existed in the mind of one of them, passed by in a flash, and the tea fragrance permeating the air was also diluted by the long silence.

Calmly - as if waiting.

That cup of tea has dissipated all the residual heat by now.

Holding the teacup with slender, white fingers, the blue-haired young man sitting quietly by the bed kept his back straight all the time, no matter his body posture or his slightly curved movements, they were as graceful as a painting drawn with light ink.

But the king's eyes closed at some point.

The open book was pressed against his chest, and when Sankai Yuezong looked sideways, he saw that the expression of the man with loose blond hair was slightly less cold and arrogant, and he was more friendly than any moment he usually saw.

Ah, this scene...

He is no stranger.

"Are you tired?"

- Are you tired?

The former is a voice that resounds in reality, while the latter exists in the memories that are recalled just right.

According to the calculations of this world, Uruk thousands of years ago, Mikayue Zongjin, who basically knew nothing after amnesia, learned a lot from the sage king who manages everything day by day.

Language first, common sense second, and methods of governing the country which he probably had no use for at all.

The virtuous king never took the initiative to say anything to teach him, but he said that the king was busy with everything, and he was so busy that he almost didn't have time to eat and sleep.

"Learning" is Mikazuki Zongjin's own plan.

As busy as the virtuous king is, he will have nothing to do. It is better to observe more and be more active.After all, at this time, he was similar to a blank sheet of paper, and his personality had also changed slightly.

Therefore, the actions of Sanri Yuezong and the actions of the virtuous king closely fit together.

When Wang was handling official business, he also watched from the sidelines.

Wang went out to inspect, and he followed him politely.

Wang held the stone slabs from morning to night, no matter how strong his body was, he couldn't keep up with such a huge mental energy consumption.

When his eyelids slipped involuntarily and his arms tended to drop, Fu Sangshen, who was watching him from the side, would promptly ask:

--Tired?

——When you are tired, you should take a rest in time, don't try to be brave.

"..."

As the voice that broke the silence in the room fell, it was no different from the past, and the drooping eyelids were raised again at this moment, revealing scarlet red.

"idiot!"

Um, um, this opening remark is still the same as before, it hasn't changed at all.

——This king just closed his eyes casually, tired, how could it be possible!It's a joke, hahahahahahaha.

This should be the next thing to say.

however……

"Since you know that the king doesn't want to be disturbed, why are you talking too much? You still don't admit that you are noisy, hum, it's ridiculous."

"……Hey?"

Sanri Yuezong was a little surprised.

However, as if he had noticed something, he quickly recovered, with a smile still on his face: "So, then—I'm leaving, so I won't bother you?"

"Oh? Bastard, are you testing this king?"

"of course not."

Sanri Yue Zongjin's smile seemed brighter and more sincere than before.

"Please allow me to sit here, well, I will keep quiet..."

"This king will give you this honor."

The night was really fast.

Wang closed his eyes again, and the book, which seemed to be quite heavy, still did not move away from his body.

Surrounded by a moment of peace, the youth watched him silently.

He raised his finger, as if he wanted to help remove the book.

But before he actually touched it, his eyes were clear, and suddenly he lowered his eyes, hiding the fading smile on his lips in the falling shadows.

……

Outside the window covered by curtains, time is slowly passing by.

Finally, for a moment, Chaoyang crossed the distant sea horizon with difficulty, and jumped into the vast space between heaven and earth in one fell swoop.

"Sanriyue, where did you go?"

In a certain guest room of the Tohsaka House, the lonely Hotaru hugged her legs and sat in front of the window sill all night.

Looking at the rising sun, he muttered to himself silently.

"...a little hungry, alas."