[Comprehensive master fate] On how to become a zombie king that everyone loves

At this time, Solomon and Ye Lan were walking with a group of shepherds. The gentle and soft sheep, the fierce and responsible dogs, the vast green grassland, and the blue and clear sky were intertwined into a harmonious symphony of nature.

The gentle breeze blows in the late spring, and people lying on the ground and sunbathing can clearly feel the grass swaying across their faces, slightly itchy but making them more comfortable and comfortable.

"Using the sky as a curtain and the ground as a seat, it feels like you are integrated with the world, relaxed and happy, and leisurely, as if all your troubles and thoughts will be blown away by the wind...Solomon, do you like it?"

Ye Lan didn't want to ask so bluntly. Of course, he hoped that Solomon could find out the answer by himself, but if he didn't ask, he really couldn't judge the message he wanted from that expressionless face.

Solomon turned his head to look at Ye Lan in a daze, but didn't speak.

He doesn't need to speak, because the man will carry on by himself.

"Is it... or... can't you..."

Ye Lan sighed, closed her eyes, her frowning was in great contradiction with what she said a few seconds ago.

Solomon continued to look at Yelan, feeling that this expression was not suitable for the person in front of him.

Why do you feel inappropriate?

So, what kind of expression should be suitable?

...can't get an answer.

In the vast world, it seems easier to relax. Ye Lan quickly adjusted her mood and cheered up again.

"Solomon, you said our next goal..."

Ye Lan turned her head, only to see a clump of white hair in a mess.

"Pfft...hahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahahaha!" He smiled and straightened Solomon's hair, revealing his submerged handsome face: "If buried... Hahahahahaha!"

Yelan laughed for a while before recovering: "Next time this kind of thing happens again, if you don't see it, you can call me, okay?"

Solomon nodded obediently.

By the way, that's the expression.

Smiling, lively, happy, and vivid, this is what this person should be...the complete opposite of himself.

"Braid, let me retie it for you."

Why... the heartbeat is accelerating?

Why... the chest is slightly hot?

why...why...

Solomon didn't understand what this temperature, this light, this feeling was, but he knew that he—— didn't hate it.

The five-year journey and five-year relationship did not have no effect on Solomon. At least, in his memory, Yelan's figure was more vivid than anyone else.

Only he - in memory, can move.

Only he - in memory, is colorful.

Only he - in memory, is warm.

Only him.

Only him.

Only him.

Ye Lan took Solomon back to the capital Jerusalem.

Although neither King David nor his mother Bathsheba cared about Solomon, Ye Lan still tried hard to see if he could arouse Solomon's affection through the inseparable blood connection between the two parties.

"Ah? It's Solomon, are you back?" King David looked coldly at the grown-up child, and when he was about to wave the two of them back, he bumped into those eyes that he had never liked. .

oh?This is going to be interesting...

"Come here, Solomon."

King David rarely observed his son carefully, showing a playful smile.

"What do you think of that person...how does Ye Lan feel?" King David whispered in Solomon's ear, deliberately not letting Ye Lan hear.

Fortunately, under normal circumstances, Yelan's sensory abilities and mental powers are all restrained because he will receive too much unnecessary and messy information, otherwise King David said in a low voice before the highest hearing ability. Yelling is no different.

When he heard the word "Ye Lan", King David could see that Solomon's eyes flashed an unprecedented color for a moment.

However, Solomon himself did not understand.

It's this feeling again... my heart is throbbing and burning...

doubt.

Puzzled.

Incomprehensible.

Solomon couldn't answer, so King David changed the question: "Do you—do you like Yelan?"

The former answered this question quickly and honestly: "I don't hate it."

"Really... well, you can go."

Can actually make Solomon and the puppet of God say that he doesn't hate it...

Isn't this a success... In that child's heart, the seed has been planted, as long as he stays with that person and gets enough water, one day it will grow into a towering tree. .....

Contrary to King David who was in a complicated mood, Solomon simply thought about the question the former asked him—not the meaning of the question, but just the level of words, or he thought of two words: "Ye Lan".

The pronunciation of these two words is very different from their language. Even King David couldn't pronounce it very well, but Solomon is confident that even if he only heard Ye Lan's self-introduction once, he can perfectly retelling.

"Ye, Lan."

"What?!" The person whose name was called was a little unbelievable. He squatted down and looked at Solomon, and shook the child's shoulders excitedly: "What did you just say?! Say it again, please?"

"Ye, Lan." Solomon chewed every word carefully.

Well... He doesn't hate the feeling of saying this name from his own mouth.

Ye Lan happily held her face and giggled, her whole body was filled with flowers.

This was the first time Solomon called him by his name! And, it didn't seem to make any sense, just wanted to, so he did.

Putting it on other people, it’s okay to call someone else, just because you want to read the name, but you will get other people’s eyes, but every move of Solomon is "the most suitable", and there is no meaningless actions or words...

That is, may, maybe, probably, should?Maybe Solomon already understood feelings a little bit?

Wanting to call this person's name, the "wanting" in it is the most basic human emotion!

On a whim, Ye Lan picked up a quill and taught Solomon how to write his own name—not translated from Hebrew, but real Chinese characters.

Slowly, one stroke at a time, he wrote the beautiful block letters that have evolved over the millennium, and the square and upright "Ye Lan" appeared vividly on the paper.

Solomon followed suit once.

Although the length, thickness, and strength of the strokes are almost the same, and it can even be said to be directly copied and pasted, Ye Lan is still very happy, so happy that she almost floats up.

For people in countries with alphabetic writing, the sound of the name has its meaning, but for Chinese characters: "type" is as important as "sound", and both are complete.

Ye Lan couldn't help feeling proud when he handed over the words of pride of the motherland to a foreign child thousands of years ago, and this child would become a famous figure in history in the future.

"Solomon, how is it? This is the language used in my motherland, isn't it beautiful?" Ye Lan suddenly became depressed as he said that.

It’s been a long, long time since I’ve communicated with anyone in Chinese, and I haven’t written Chinese characters for a long, long time... After successfully helping Solomon understand his feelings, let’s go back and have a look—back to the fascinating and intoxicating the land of China.

"... Solomon, you want to learn... no, I want to teach you, do you want to learn?"

Looking at Yelan's face, Solomon predicted that as long as he said the word "no" at the beginning, this person would definitely show the disappointed expression that "doesn't suit" him.

"willing."

"Ah, but you can't tell others?" Ye Lan didn't want to cause serious incidents such as historical chaos because of his homesickness. After all, the Chinese characters he taught were concentrated in the 21st century for thousands of years. The pride of China.

After nanny and store manager, Ye Lan has another profession——teacher... Well, it may be more accurate to add a (pseudo) in front.

Not to mention whether he is suitable for teaching people, but Yelan has almost forgotten his memory. It is too difficult for him to explain the mysteries of Chinese characters. He cannot classify and explain every word according to the structure of Liushu. At most, he can explain it simply. The pictograph or radical.

Although he knows that he is not a good teacher, he can teach whatever he thinks of, and he can teach in a mess, but sharing the culture of his homeland with others in a distant country still makes Ye Lan have endless energy every day, and his mood is unprecedented. good.

Solomon is not only smart, but also has a photographic memory. Within a few days, he was able to have a conversation with Yelan in Chinese with some vocabulary—this is the result of the latter not teaching grammar.

On this day, the two of them were practicing calligraphy when a maid who appeared almost only at meal times suddenly appeared and handed over an invitation letter.

Leaving out a long list of standard greetings and embellishments, the general content is—the third prince Absalom, his servant will shear his sheep in Baal Hazor in Ephraim, so he invited all the princes to celebrate together .

Yelan doesn't understand why a sheep shearing needs to be celebrated?Maybe this is a very big deal in Israel?

Doubts are doubts, the banquet is still going, not to mention that it was invited by Solomon's brother, but also to let Solomon get in touch with his family more, how could he miss such a good opportunity for the banquet gathered by the princes!

The time of the banquet is about 30 o'clock in the evening. Baal Hazor is about [-] kilometers away from the capital Jerusalem, and it takes about an hour to get there by riding a horse. They will set off two or three hours earlier, and go leisurely, which is in line with their noble status.

And these are meaningless to Yelan.

He just needs to hold Solomon, put a wind shield on the two of them, and he can fly all the way there. It doesn't even take half an hour, so they just need to start around 05:30.

And the result of such an accurate time calculation is that they became the last group of guests to arrive.

Naturally, the princes would not come at the right time when they rode horses, and they would reserve some time to rest. After all, riding a horse for more than two hours is quite exhausting.

Solomon was not well received among the brothers, and now he is still in the bottom line. The former's age and seniority ranking cannot support this honor. Then, such behavior will be regarded as a disservice to the organizer. Disrespect offended.

Ye Lan: "..." Oh Hou, I got into trouble...

The author has something to say: Don’t tell the stupid author that the relationship is progressing too fast, it’s been five years~ It’s been five years since we’ve been together day and night and have been in love for a long time~ Although the description is very short... But the stupid author thinks that everyone I don’t want to see Solomon’s super long process of being impressed by the wood... In this way, it will never be said that the writing is too long!!!((So it’s too short, right? orz

The part of Solomon will be adapted from the story in the Bible. If there are little angels who believe in religion, please let the stupid author go!!!

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