The current elven kings in Zhongzhou are only Therlandil and Sedan. If Sedan, who has lived for nearly 10,000 years, has never married because of busy affairs, as the king of the largest country in Middle-earth, he naturally can't take care of his personal feelings. But to Yinyue's ears, these words had another meaning.

Meaning: Don't have the time and energy to think about your own personal affairs?

Silvermoon is no stranger to another elven king, Serdan. Living in the kingdom of Linton, ruled by the Ship King, Silvermoon is too aware of the responsibilities and hardships of the eldest elf. The experience of her brother Gelt also made her realize that just being a good king requires too much sacrifice. And the Thranduil in front of him is no longer a qualified king, he is described as the "great elven king" by the creatures of Zhongzhou.

Diligence can cast a qualified king, but it does not cast a great king. Thranduil's "greatness" must have come at a price more terrible than hard work.

At this moment, Yinyue did not have the loss of being rejected, only admiration and emotion for Thrandil.

"I know. It's me who prevaricates. Yinyue knelt on one knee and performed a commoner's etiquette to the king: "My brother refuses to go west, in addition to being unwilling to leave Zhongzhou, I also hope that I can have the ability to take care of the people like you." ”

"Then you must tell Prince Gatt that the duty of caring for his people is terrible. Raising his hand to signal Silver Moon to get up, Thranduil pondered for a while, and finally only said, "You go back and rest first." ”

After all, he is an elf who has been a king for more than a hundred years, and he habitually protects enough prestige in front of others. Even if it was just a confession of the past, Thranduil was not used to saying it to the person concerned. He would confess at the newly built temple of Iru in the woodlands and communicate with Vernor. Because the former is the creator god he believes in, and the latter has seen the most true elf king. Maintaining dignity in front of Vernor is like covering your ears and stealing a bell.

After the sound of Silvermoon's footsteps faded away, Thranduil breathed a sigh of relief. He thought he was very tactful and rejected the other party, and he was in a good mood. But the slight movement under the table made the rare good mood disappear without a trace. Confident that there would be no other creatures in the woodland palace that could break in and hide under the table, Thranduil deliberately sat still, so as to knock on the unidentified snooze under the table. Just as he was pondering whether to punish him severely, a black-veiled elf appeared in view.

The masked people who can enter the woodland king's palace have no one but the woodland secret control scattered all over Zhongzhou. And the male elf who came slowly used the secret gesture made by Thranduil to confirm his identity to him.

Thranduil lifted her chin and motioned for him to step forward.

Due to the size of the banquet hall, when Faren stood in the doorway, he saw a figure under the table. At that time, he was secretly scolding in his heart: What kind of damn wood elf is this? Even if he is tired of staying in the woodland and wants to be expelled, he should not use this method to anger His Majesty. The Woodland King is one of the creatures in the entire Midstate who is most disgusted by being spied on. If he is now being watched at an unofficial dinner, all attendants involved in the dinner will be implicated, except for the expulsion order.

But when Feron saw Edmund's face under the table he lifted, he decided to find a way to hide it.

Edmund's loyalty doesn't even doubt His Majesty, and I shouldn't doubt it, right? Maybe it's just a misunderstanding, not Edmund's intention?

Faeron, who had decided to see the opportunity, stepped forward slowly, bowed down and whispered in the Elven King's ear, "The resident officials sent by Arnoor did not deliberately stop in the palace.

Thranduil nodded in satisfaction, but did not ask Feren to leave. The feeling of being carefully examined by the corners of the elf king's mouth made Fei Lun feel like he was on pins and needles. Fortunately, just when he was seen all over his body, the Elf King picked up an iron fork and threw it on the ground.

The handle was cast into a delicate iron fork that entwined the branches and leaves, and landed in the direction of Faeron a few steps away, making a cold sound. Faeron subconsciously walked over to pick it up, and when he bent over, he saw the cloth in Edmund's hideout trembling slightly.

Tapping the table at hand, Thranduil let out a chuckle as Feren put down the iron fork. Then, he hooked the corners of his mouth and left. Until the Elven King completely disappeared at the end of the corridor, and Edmund also crawled out tremblingly, the cold sweat on Faeron's forehead still didn't go down.

As Edmund was arranging his robes, Fallon cautioned, "I think the king may know you're hiding underneath." ”

"No way! Your Majesty would have asked who it was if he had known. Edmund, who was thinking about how to bring about the king's marriage, waved his hand indifferently and left happily.

The next day, Edmund was forced to rest for half a month, and the affairs were temporarily taken over by his deputy. Of course, that's all for later.

Upon returning to the Inner Palace, Thrandier went to see Vernor.

"Now that I think about it, what I did to Yinyue back then is really hard to write. The elf king, who was standing in front of the window with his forehead on his forehead, said guiltily: "Help me think about how to compensate her?"

"The princess treats you with sincerity, and the reward other than sincerity is an insult!" Furnor, who was determined to keep Thranduil away from him, would miss this opportunity again, squatting on a few altars of orchid lace and saying with a solemn expression: "Your Majesty, why don't you give yourself a chance to try? Why don't you let the woodland elves also get the pleasure that the woodland elves enjoy at this time?"

The pleasure enjoyed by the elves of Ringu refers to the birth of Elrond's twins. In the elven race, where the temperament is indifferent and does not regard marriage as the goal of life, the joy of the leader's birth of offspring is precious. Because the elves regard children as gifts from the gods, leaders or kings give birth to offspring, and they are also regarded by the elves as a blessing from the gods. The blessings that the Ringu elves can enjoy, of course, Vernorr thinks that the woodland elves are also entitled to have. What's more, she knew that a king would not belong to her, and she never felt that she could give Thranduil any results.

Elves can only have one marriage in their lives, and I already have one, so I should let Thranduil end the feelings that he shouldn't have.

Vernoer hardened his heart and said again: "Princess Yinyue is equivalent to His Majesty's status, and it is also in line with the marriage practice of our royal family. If there is really such a day, not only the whole country will celebrate in the woodland, but also a great joy for all the elves in Zhongzhou. ”

"That's a good point. Thranduil high-fived and laughed, but there was no trace of joy on Guanyu's face. "The most important thing is that all the elves are happy, it doesn't matter how I feel. Isn't that right, my messenger?"

Seeing that Vernore showed a hint of timidity, and was about to get up and retreat, Thranduil hurried over and grabbed her.

"Don't have feelings other than monarchs and ministers for you, I have relied on you, and I have treated you as a relative for more than a hundred years. Don't embarrass or hate others for your reasons, and I have obeyed you, and all the Wood Elves who have shown that they have asked you away have not been punished in any way. Don't interfere in your private affairs, I still obey, dozens of times I have watched you tortured by foreign grasses to death. Over the years, I've done it and figured it out. However, a hundred years of hard work can't be exchanged for the result of being a quiet relative to you. My love, you must have been too cruel to me!"

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