"Thranduil, are you tired?" saw the big hands that had terrified the enemy holding a broken shovel, and Vernor felt extremely guilty. The pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info untied the clean silk cloth wrapped around his belt and walked to the other party, just stretched out his hand to help him wipe the dirt off his face, but was held by the other party.

Even under the protection of the gloves, there are still fine calluses on the palms of the hands that have been holding the knife for seven years. But it was such a pair of hands that were not soft that made Vernoll give up struggling.

A suspicious crimson drifted between her cheeks under Thranduil's fiery gaze, and she turned her face slightly to droop her eyelids.

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For hundreds of years to come, whenever he saw the indifferent and calm eyes of his advisor in front of him, the Elven King would always recall this scene and scold himself for not mentioning everything related to the "king", interrupting the rare warmth.

In the midst of the pouring rain and the freshness of the forest, the two elves, who had abandoned their roles as king and advisor, finally let their emotions control their actions. In the midst of the gentle and long kiss, Thranduil did not dare to close her eyes like the other, because she was afraid that when she opened her eyes again, she would find that everything was a dream. He refused to let go of any of Vernor's subtle expressions, watching his cheeks turn from reddish to red, and slightly hot.

It's been seven years. The gods have taken everything away and left you behind, and it is not a disadvantage to me.

When tears almost overflowed his eyes, the pet who rushed to report to his owner but was constantly pulled away by Thranduil's feet could no longer hold back, and let out an unfriendly roar at the unfamiliar male elf.

The cheeks held in the palm of his hand quickly broke free. To hide his shyness, Vernor crouched down and buried his entire face in the pet's hair. One of her hands habitually touched one of Mino's broken legs, as if doing so would heal the other's pain.

"It's Mino. I had more than thirty pets before leaving, and only Mino was still alive waiting for me. ”

"Its legs are also made by the looters?" said Mino, who was embraced into his master's arms, and his tail wagged happily as he was not very balanced. This action fell in Thranduil's eyes, and it was completely a deliberate show-off. Thinking that it had lost a leg in order to wait for its master to come back, the elf king, who was not very good-tempered, tentatively reached out and touched Minow, who was higher than his knee.

"Come back to the royal city with me. Although the palace has not yet had time to be repaired, it is better than here. After saying this, even Thranduil himself felt a subtle change in the atmosphere.

Patting Mino's head, Vernorr stood up and made an impeccable gesture: "Mino's arrival means that dinner is ready." Has Your Majesty had dinner? Why don't you go back to the city after dinner?"

led the other party into the half-intact house, and removed the wooden cage with squirrels like a windmill stuck on both sides of the iron frame, and the iron frame that was constantly turning stopped immediately. Worn on an iron frame, the leg of lamb, which had been evenly heated all the time, gave off an enticing aroma that made Thranduil feel hungry. However, his greater interest is the round wooden cage containing the squirrel.

"The power created by the squirrel constantly stepping on the round wooden cage to make the iron frame rotate, such a wonderful way is only you can think of. For a moment, Thranduil remembered the female elf who had been in the bath of the prince's chamber seven years ago, concentrating on how to manipulate the tortoise.

"I'm going to disappoint you again. After cutting off a piece of meat and placing it on the ground in front of Mino, Vernoer picked up the pen that should have been used for watercolor painting, and brushed it with honey on the surface of the leg of lamb to finish the last seasoning. "This method was taught to me by a wood elf...... You should know who that wood elf is. ”

Seven years ago, when the Prince of the Green Forest first heard about Okpa's deeds, he admired the other party and made friends. Seven years later, when Thranduil, who had become the Elven King, heard about Okpa's deeds again, he frowned and let go of the wooden cage in his hand in disgust.

"Taste it. Hopefully it doesn't make you feel too bad. He handed the sliced lamb to the other man on the only carved tray, and Fnorr took a washed leaf, and carried the mutton to the side of the high table. Finding that the Elf King subconsciously stretched out his right hand and made a lifting motion, she hurriedly said sorry, and hurriedly walked out from the side that collapsed to only the pillar. A few minutes later, she walked in with berries and a large trumpet flower.

"You can think of it as a fruit salad. As for the ......" Carefully placing the flowers in the iron shelves that Thrandil had in hand, Vernor said with a slight smugness: "The taste of the fruit syrup mixed with water is similar to that of the dwarves of beer." Please. ”

I took a tentative sip, and the indescribable sweet fermentation moistened my taste buds. Thinking that these life skills were not something that a noble elf raised in a manor could think of, most of them came from the humble Sylvan elf, Thranduil swallowed the words of praise back into her stomach.

After finishing the dinner in a way that the noble elves did not say a word, the elven king did not forget to glance at the leaves that the other party used to hold the food. The leaves stained with the sauce are still smooth, and there are no traces of knife scratches.

"Your father must have taught you, right?" Elegant manners during meals can be identified as being of the nobility, but it is rare to achieve such manners in the dining room. In order to hide the disgust on his face when he discarded the trumpet flower, Thranduil pretended to be proud: "I can also leave no traces of the dinner knife on the leaves." ”

Having an elven child practice aristocratic dining etiquette on a leaf with a knife was something that only Audrey, who had the royal blood of Fanya, could do.

Putting the leaves into the low tube woven by the vines, Vernoll smiled bitterly and said, "Your elegance is innate, and all the grace or skills related to royal power in me come from acquired training, just to please the king." It was your Wang Wei who made me involuntarily behave like this. ”

Did I make her feel uncomfortable?Thranduil was about to say something, but was caught by the question.

"You say that the palace hasn't had time to be repaired yet?So you haven't sent reinforcements to replace the Wood Elf archers who are holding the border, so you don't have enough manpower to start repairing the palace now?" After getting the Elven King's acquiescence, Fenor frowned and muttered, "Before I left, you sent an official letter to the Forest, and according to your relationship with Prince Kelpeng, the Wizard of the Forest" should have arrived a long time ago. What went wrong? Could it be that King Aurifel had an unhappy past with Madame Galadriel?"