Three-day moon in Wang Caili [Comprehensive]

It is of course a good thing for Sankai Yue Zongjin that the only companion can wake up.

However, while being happy——

"Well."

Very subtly, he sometimes ponders.

My "elder brother" has a lively and lovely personality, and it is easy and pleasant to get along with.

but.

But... well.

Sanri Yuezong had a feeling that after he came, his situation developed in an inexplicable direction—huh, it's too tiring to finish talking in one breath, but this is the truth.

He was very sure that this was not his illusion.

The reason is this.

Since Jinjian met the glittering Wang by chance that day, and was lucky enough to get Wang's help, he has respected the "super nice" Wang Xin, and his initial favorability is surprisingly high.

That's right, a man like Wang who has a good shell and is extraordinarily strong in himself is indeed easy to arouse children's (not) yearning for swords.

His every move is full of majesty, but in private, this stern and noble man is extraordinarily gentle...

"No, elder brother, you must have misunderstood somewhere. As far as I know, the word gentle has nothing to do with the master."

Sanri Yuezong told the truth, but he underestimated the firmness of his elder brother who was blinded by his own imagination.

"No, isn't it obvious?" Jin Jian instead looked at San Riyue suspiciously.

"Wang is very quiet and gentle when he is working."

That's because he just threw a fit of rage and scolded his courtiers before you sneaked over to peek at him.

"Wang finished his work and left me to eat."

That's because you are too familiar with him, and it is rare that you are not afraid of him at all.

"Oh! I remembered, and..."

Mikazuki Zongjin had just refuted the examples put forward by Jinjian one by one, and was distracted, thinking silently how he could remember these details so clearly.

Unexpectedly, he heard the following text that Imamu suddenly raised his voice after recalling:

"Hey, crescent moon."

Immediately afterwards, Sanri Yuezong's brows twitched inexplicably.

His elder brother didn't hide anything, and said the words that were enough to shake the whole country if they were released outside, and the justice was awe-inspiring.

Jin Jian: "I don't need to say anything else, this performance is too obvious, I discovered it very early!"

"That's right, Wang is really gentle when he looks at you!"

Even though it was such a simple sentence, when it reached other people's ears, it seemed to be deafening, with countless echoes.

Even Sankai Yuezongjin, who had a calm personality and didn't care if he died, was stunned by these words when he was caught off guard.

Sanri Yue Zongjin: "..."

Mikazuki Zongjin: "Ahaha, my lord, okay, I know, let's just take it as it is, I feel very honored."

That being said, judging from his expression and tone, he didn't seem to be "honoured" at all, but instead showed a little bit of indifference.

Jin Jian (clenching his fist, earnestly): "Really, really!"

Mikazuki Zongjin (seems to be very serious, but actually a bit perfunctory): "Okay, okay, my lord. Speaking of which, today's language teaching is about to start."

"Oh~ I see." Imaiken's attention was successfully diverted, but he turned in a brisk circle on the spot, and turned his back to Mikazuki Zongjin's direction as soon as he turned.

"Wait, wait, wait, come to learn, I'll go play with Wang first~~~!"

In a blink of an eye, the white-haired boy was running fast. This vigorous and light figure was in stark contrast to his painful slowness when he was learning the super difficult Uruk language.

Sanri Yue Zongjin, who was thrown far away: "... Sigh."

My elder brother is too lively, it's a bit of a headache.

After waking up, Jinjian faced the same problem as Mikazuki Zongjin back then. He couldn't understand the language, and it was inconvenient to do anything.

However, fortunately for him, there is at least one crescent moon who speaks the language and trusts his companions.

So Jinjian is not at all urgent, nervous, or apprehensive.

He liked Wang very much, so he ran to Wang's side every day. Anyway, not only Wang was there, but Sanriyue was there most of the time.

Language or something... a little slower to learn, um, huh, it should be okay, right?

Sanri Yue Zongjin wanted to sigh again: "There are already enough misunderstandings caused by the language barrier...forget it."

Fortunately, he thought about it very openly, and he didn't want to get tangled up in such a troublesome matter.

Probably because Jinjian's Uruk language is even more half-baked than half-baked, at most he knows how to call "Wang", which made him misunderstand that "Wang is super good and easy to talk".

Just let him misunderstand for a while longer.

Sanri Yuezong thought to himself.

He didn't stop Jinjian, and it was useless except to stop, after all, there was the influence of a certain detail that he observed slowly.

In any case, this bad-tempered, self-willed and arrogant king, who can add a few adjectives is not too much, is indeed very "gentle" when treating children.

This point, even with prejudice in advance, after witnessing it with one's own eyes, it is completely undeniable.

Just like this time.

Jin Jian bounced and ran into the palace first to look for the king. Sanri Yuezong shook his head behind him, and after a while, he followed slowly.

It doesn’t matter if you don’t want to go to the past, he is still a “vase” ordered by the king to stay nearby and not go far.

Stepping into the main hall after a little delay, Sanri Yuezong raised his eyes and saw a scene that could be called harmonious as no surprise.

Wang Wei sat on the throne, looking at the slate in his hand with a cold expression.

The young man who came to him to report almost every day crossed his legs and sat down next to his throne as usual. At this time, his face was full of anticipation, and his eyes were shining brightly looking up at the king's handsome face.

"Snapped."

Wang didn't look away, he just snapped his fingers casually.

A magical golden halo appeared in mid-air, and amid Jinjian's cheers of "Wow, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh, oh!"

A lot of colorful things fell out of the aperture.

Well, at a glance, they are all luxurious fruits with full color and sufficient moisture.

Jin Jian: "Wow, oh, oh, the king is so powerful! Where did it fall from—— oops! It hit the head."

A fruit hit the white-haired boy's head firmly, causing him to grit his teeth in pain.However, compared to this pain that I will forget later, my curiosity and thirst for knowledge are more important.

Oh, no, the "brother" who just walked over now is the most important thing.

"Sankayue! Come on, come on."

Jin Jian held up a piece of fruit, his eyes were still shining: "The king gave me so many fruits, he is really a good man. So happy, let's eat together!"

"Well—I thank the king on your behalf."

As Sanriyue said, she crossed out this step in her mind.

Surely you can’t tell Jin Jian that Wang, who is a gentle and kind person in his eyes, let so many fruits fall down without blinking, hitting him all over the head, and at the same time, what Wang said in his mouth was: “Alright bastard, shut up your noisy mouth! Don't make any noise to disturb this king."

Ok.

In fact, after thinking about it, compared with other people, Wang's attitude towards Jinjian is quite good.

At least when others are being scolded, Wang will not hit him on the head with fruit and let him eat the fruit.

"Ah, do you want to share it with me?"

Mikazuki Zongjin walked over calmly.

"Come, come, there are so many—the king must want us to eat together."

Jin Jian wanted to share it with him, and Sanri Yue Zongjin didn't refuse.

However, before imitating the imitation sword and sitting down, he deliberately took a look at the king.

In fact, the steps are reversed.

Under normal circumstances, before agreeing, they would look at the face of the "master" before replying. As a result, Sanri Yuezong had the opposite, as usual, he did not have the consciousness of being a "servant".

Wang still didn't raise his eyes, let alone look back.

Fortunately, Sanri Yuezong was quite tall, even though he sat on the steps in front of the throne a little aggrieved, he could still see the half of the king's face that was not blocked by the stone slab, mainly his eyes.

It is brighter red than the purest ruby, as if there is a dark light flowing in the pupils, clear and dark, no one else can explore inside.

These red eyes always only see what they want to see.

Mikazuki Zongjin can hardly imagine that these eyes will look at him "gentlely" as Imaiken said...

No, just having the idea of ​​trying to imagine is inexplicable.

He quickly came to his senses and felt that he was wasting his time, and he didn't care about it after that.

Forgot to mention, in order to make room for Sanriyue, Jin Jian just moved to the side, so that Sanriyue Zongjin sat next to the throne.

Two brothers, one big and one small, are sitting in a row, holding a big fruit that looks extremely fresh in their hands. This picture seems a bit naive.

Be naive if you are naive, no one cares anyway.

However, Mikazuki Zongjin just held it, and didn't eat it as happily as Imaken.

He just turned over the fruit in his hand, as if he was thinking about where to start——

"Boom!"

His head sank, and something heavy fell down and hit the top of his head.

Sanri Yuezong caught the bright red apple that fell on him in time: "..."

Such a naive thing, if the perpetrator didn't hide it at all, and looked at it with eyes so straightforward that he couldn't even pretend not to notice——

I can't believe it was actually made by a certain king.

Sanri Yuezong turned his head calmly, and looked at Wang who didn't know when he put down the stone slab: "..."

This time I can see it more clearly than before.

Wang's scarlet eyes seemed to be right next to him. He looked deeply, with an extremely obvious search, and he didn't intend to look away.

At a certain moment, Mikazuki Zongjin was surprised by such a sight, and perhaps felt a little uncomfortable.

"you."

Wang spoke.

"Yes?"

Mikazuki Zongjin responded.

He thought that the king thought they were noisy, or he was in a bad mood, so he just found a reason to reprimand him.

In the end, Wang Guangming looked him upright, as if every detail had been missed.

The wrinkled brows were relaxed, and the mood that didn't look so good was relieved, and the entanglement in my heart was naturally let go.

Therefore, the king tilted his head slightly: "Seeing your lack of magic power and your shriveled appearance, this king finds it an eyesore."

Sanri Yuezong didn't see his intention: "Huh? Oh, I'm very sorry."

"so."

Wang said.

"Come to my king's bedroom at night."

"Don't be late, don't waste this king's gift, bastard."