What Vernorr didn't expect was that the last sentence not only did not serve to comfort the elf king, but instead made his king's anger burn. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The Elf King, who was originally full of sadness, suddenly let go of his hands, took a step back, and looked at the female elf sitting on the celebration with cold eyes. He shouted in a voice that gritted his teeth: "It is enough to have an elven king in the woodland, and there is no need for a queen! In the future, anything that involves my feelings is not allowed to have anything to do with my country! You are no exception." ”

The angry Elven King made Vernorr feel a great sense of oppression. She subconsciously moved her body to get out of bed and salute, but was stopped by the elf king who came over.

"I'm sorry, Vernor. I didn't mean to lose my temper with you. Helping the other man to lie down on the bed with a gentle movement, Thranduil asked solemnly again: "Can't you give me a chance?" ”

He got a plausible answer.

"Go and change your robes," said Vernor. You're better suited to wear a king's attire. ”

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While the thirty Wood Elves transplanted all the plants that grew beneath the broken treehouse into the palace garden, Elrond was forcibly left in the king's chamber by the Elven King, witnessing the wrath of a king with a helpless face.

With another vase smashed to the ground, Elrond couldn't hold back any longer. He unconsciously touched the tip of his nose and said, "I said Thranduil, if you want to smash it, you can smash it, you don't have to let me watch it here, right? It's getting dark, and I should go and check on your advisor's injuries." ”

Elrond was lying.

With his medical skills and the help of the Wind Ring, Vernor no longer needs to be treated at this time, as long as he recovers. However, he stumbled upon one of the few books in the woodland, an ancient book written in an unfamiliar script. The beautiful annotations on each page were confirmed by Thranduil to be written by his advisor, and Elrond, who was fluent in nine languages, immediately set out to apprentice with the woodland advisor. Obviously, he was directly forced back to the woodland king's bedroom by the elf king he met in the cloister.

"I called you over to share my anger with you as a friend. As a lord, you should feel honored. "With the last fragile item in the dormitory being shattered, the Elven King finally stopped the destruction. He used his toes to open a gap in the fragments that was wide enough for the robe to pass through, and then gracefully walked to the wine table and smiled bitterly: "She said, 'Anyone can, only you can't'." You say, is this the punishment for smashing the statue of Iluvita? If so, it's the worst punishment for me. ”

The wise man of Middle-earth had a splitting headache. The wise man didn't know much about the Elf King and his advisors, and he couldn't tell the Elf King that the wood elf in the female elf's eyes was actually a magical illusion. He could only try to escape from the topic.

"Speaking of which, what problem do you have that you need to find Veruvita, and even the Veras can't solve it?" Elrond quickly stuffed the ancient book into the doctor's chest while the Elven King was pouring wine. In order to hide his panic, he pretended to think and said, "The woodland kingdom has been well governed by you, and it looks like it is about to enter prosperity. There should be nothing in the affairs of the state that can bother you. ”

"It would have been easier to do the woodlands. Unconsciously shaking the glass in his hand, Thranduil said in a frustrated voice, "It's just that Iluvita wants her to be eligible to remarry." Can the Villas erase only the contents of the wood elf from all her memories? Unexpectedly, I didn't care if she was holy or not, and I still couldn't impress Iluvita. ”

It's strange that Iluvita would take care of you like this! The marriage gods of the elven race, who have no real relationship, can't feel it at all, how can the god of creation waste time answering prayers that are not at all problematic? Elrond touched the doctor's box and couldn't stop slandering, this guy could never find the crux of the problem. However, the wise man was anxious to confirm the contents of the books in the medical box, and did not plan to spend time explaining to the Elven King for the time being.

"I think it's better for you to go straight to her!, but your advisor said, 'Anyone can't, but you can't,' is too much!" Slapping the medical box hard, Elrond pretended to be angry and said, "I'll go over and talk about her now, and change her dressing by the way." You are going to Changhe Town tomorrow to implement the defense, and rest early. ”

yes, tomorrow is going to be busy again. Out of diplomatic courtesy, he also personally sent Qilyan, who would leave tomorrow to return to Arnoor, out of the royal city. Thranduil instantly felt that the red wine in front of him was not attractive, and his body was so sore that he just wanted to lie motionless on the bed after a day of worship.

"Okay, you go and talk about her for me. But be careful with your tone and don't be too harsh on her!" As she approached the bed, Thranduil did not forget to stop Elrond, who was about to walk out of the dormitory. "Help me get the squire to clean up. By the way, don't forget to tell the squires that you accidentally got the pieces on the ground. ”

Blinking, Thranduil said to the skeptical wise man: "The strange habit of throwing things when I am angry will obviously affect my image in the hearts of my people. This is woodland, you can help me recognize it. If you go to Ringu and you vent like this, I'll help you admit it. ”

"Thank you so much. I won't use this strange way of smashing things to vent my anger again!" Elrond clutched the medical box in his hand and walked away angrily. Of course, he did not forget to say to the attendants in the cloister: "Tell a few attendants to clean up in the king's bedchamber...... I accidentally broke something. ”

Faced with a large pile of debris on the floor of the dormitory, the attendants could not believe that the elegant Lord of Ringu could accidentally break things and destroy all the pottery ornaments. But only the king and the lord have stayed in the dormitory, so it can't be broken by the elegant king, right?

It must be Lord Ringu! In terms of words and deeds, no matter how good a wise man is, he can't compare to our Majesty!

The squires thought so.

When the fairy king in military uniform walked into the dormitory, the maids had just turned off all the crystal chandeliers that had been on all night. As the attendants who arranged the breakfast rushed in from behind the Elven King, the dormitory instantly became lively. However, the two elves who had sat in front of the desk all night were apparently unaffected, still immersed in a world full of mysteries.

Holding the thin book in his hand with the same attitude as a treasure, Elrond sighed infinitely: "I have to say that the Oriental language is really the most beautiful text I have ever seen. ”