Rumors are not only easy to mislead people, but also easy to mislead elves!

The soldiers stationed in front of the king's tent looked at Yinyue who was slightly disappointed, and thought of the rumors that she would soon become the queen of the woodland, and proposed, "Why don't you wait for him in the king's tent?"

It was these words that made Princess Silver Moon feel like an owner. www.biquge.info She spent half a day decorating the treasures on the crown of the metal imitation branches, and asked the attendant to fetch the diamond-encrusted frame, and carefully placed the scepter leaning on the side of the bed on the frame, and then breathed a sigh of satisfaction.

"What to do with this crown?" the nurse picked up the crown of the branch with a disgusted expression and shook it, and the red mulberry leaves randomly inserted in the gaps of the branches fell to the ground unexpectedly.

"I remember some mulberry leaves and fruit branches made of red flowers, the same shape as the ones on this one. Maybe the Elven King likes the jewels in the shape of a mulberry tree, so go find them and decorate them. ”

Princess Silvermoon thinks that as long as she makes sure it looks the same, Thranduil will prefer the precious tiara. And he often wears a piece of jewelry to the battlefield lately.

"Take away the jewels and adorn them with the ornaments of red jade. As for the branch, throw it away. ”

When Thranduil, dressed in a military dress and wearing a diamond headdress, returned to the king's tent, Princess Silvermoon had already left. As soon as he entered the tent, he saw the scepter placed prominently on a shining shelf. It felt very bad for Thranduil. He will always remember the boredom when he took the scepter, and he will never forget that the scepter represents his father leaving forever without leaving a word. Calling the soldiers outside the tent in, and learning that it was Princess Silvermoon who had come, the tired and angry Thranduil sat down in her chair and didn't want to say a word. He motioned with his eyes for the soldier to help him remove his armor and change his forehead.

None of the creatures saw anything wrong with the crown, as it was almost identical to the discarded crown. But when the soldier put the crown on the head of the elven king, the vertical lines between Thranduil's thick eyebrows, which had just touched the crown, were so wrinkled that they could almost kill small insects. His head was even tilted to the side and had to be propped up with one hand.

In a flash of lightning, the Elven King pushed away the two soldiers beside him and ripped off the metal crown on his head. His thin lips trembled slightly, staring at the crown in his hand, the burning anger in his eyes threatening to change the color of his eyes.

"Who allowed Silver Moon to enter my royal tent without permission?" With a roar, the soldier who was so frightened that he knelt on one knee and did not dare to answer watched as the elf king smashed the expensive crown in his hand to the ground, and the still angry king kept stepping on the crown on the ground with extremely inelegant movements.

Stung by the hard metal branches, the enraged Elven King grinned and fell into his chair. After catching his breath for a while, he finally asked in a relatively calm tone, "Did the princess take anything with her after leaving?"

"I didn't take anything with me. One of the more daring soldiers replied, "It seems that her maid has dropped something." ”

Enraged, Thranduil grabbed the soldier by the collar and pulled him in front of him. "Where is the nearest recycling area in the royal tent?"

"On the south side of the king's tent...... Next to the largest group camp. As soon as the soldier finished speaking, he felt a loosening of his chest, a gust of wind caressed, and the elven king was gone. Only the companions around him looked at him dumbfounded, and said with a complicated expression: "Should I congratulate you on almost touching your majesty's face, or do you remind you to worry about your majesty?"

Yes, I almost touched the face of the No. 1 beauty in Middle-earth just now! He stretched out his hand and touched the left side of his face, which was closest to His Majesty, and a suspicious flush wafted between his cheeks.

"Don't reminisce......" reminded the other soldier, holding back a great jealousy, "Your Majesty ran out with a limp just now...... Probably really made that crown stab the foot. Let's chase after it. ”

The two soldiers used all their strength, but there was no way to hold the elf king. The noble king, though held by the soldiers, stretched out his hands and pulled with his bare hands in a pile of smelly scraps. When he found that he was being pulled away from the scrap by the soldiers again, he was so angry that he straightened up and broke free of control.

"I don't realize that you're becoming more and more fearless. I dare to stop what I am going to do!" Seeing the two soldiers tremble in fright, he stretched out his right hand and pointed at the soldier, gritted his teeth, and said: "Get out of here at once and find some branches to send back to the king's tent! If I can do it before the adviser returns, I may not be able to punish you." ”

The stunned soldiers glanced at each other, completely unresponsive, but the Elven King's next sentence succeeded in allowing them to refresh the speed of their movements.

"If I hadn't done a good job, I'd have greeted you with a sword! ”

It wasn't until they plucked the branches back and placed them on the table in the king's tent that the two soldiers figured out what the elven king meant. Isn't it to give you two more tents in the camp of the disabled elves to live in, which means that they will cut us down to the disabled? Fortunately, when I heard the "greeting with a saber", I was so frightened that I ran away, otherwise the king would have cut off a hand or a leg or something. Your Majesty is Your Majesty, and even the words of punishing people are so ...... It's hard to figure out. The two soldiers' reverence for the Elven King quietly rose another level.

The effort paid off, and after digging through five scrap heaps, he finally found the six-year-old crown of a tree branch from a pile of food scraps. Looking at the crown of his head, which had been broken into three parts, stained with inexplicable sauce and plants, Thranduil's mind went blank and he sat down on the ground. By the time he came to his senses, he was surrounded by wood elves who were looking at him with worried expressions and did not dare to come forward.

"What time is it?" Knowing that he had been here for more than two hours, Thranduil let out a "terrible" and rushed to Silvermoon's tent.

He had wanted to intercept Vernor, who had come with Isilde, directly at the camp gate. But it's been a long time, and Isild must be at Silvermoon with his cavalry, right?

As soon as she arrived at the door of Princess Silvermoon's tent, a Noldor soldier immediately greeted her.

The soldier glanced at his dirty robe with a little disgust, bowed his head and said respectfully, "Your Majesty the Woodland, the prince has asked your advisor to convey some words on his behalf. She should be waiting for you in your tent now. ”