In the next ten minutes, the elf king returned all the grievances in his heart to the other party in a mocking and angry tone. In the process of www.biquge.info writing, the female elf who was vigorously suppressed under the palm of her hand did not say a word and did not make the slightest resistance. The submissive appearance made Thranduil feel that the other party didn't care about him at all.

With one hand, he pulled the opponent's face into a position where he could face him. "Look at me, look at me and say. What am I not doing well, what is disgusting to you?" and even his eyes became indifferent when he saw that the other party did not respond, and the feeling of being slighted made a mist appear in front of Thranduil's blue eyes. "Tell me what's wrong? I'll change. I'm sure I can change it!"

Although it was a begging word, the speaker's look and tone only made Vernoll feel more like a command. The pain in the back of her neck made her realize that whatever she said at this time would make the situation worse - there was no reason to talk to the king who was so angry that he lost his mind. Whatever you say is wrong, and whatever you do is wrong. It's better to do nothing and say nothing.

However, can nothing but say or do anything appease the wrath of the king?

The appearance of closing her eyes and letting herself be punished only made Thranduil think that she didn't want to answer questions at all, and she didn't even give her a chance to correct them. And in order not to cause unnecessary trouble, Vernor deliberately wore it on his body, and the simple service similar to that of a maid also made the Elf King feel extremely dazzling.

There are so many gorgeous costumes that he doesn't wear, and he has to be dressed like this, so that Qi Eryang thinks that he is just an ordinary maid. If I hadn't arrived in time, once the dispatch letter was written, what would I have done but to watch you being taken away by Qi Eryan? No, no, not only to watch you being taken away, but also to personally send the third prince of Danden and you out of the royal city with the attitude that an ally should have, with a friendly smile......

Angry, Thranduil pushed Vernor to the ground. Obviously, he wanted to go over and help her up, but the Elf King just bit his lip and walked to the terrace. He didn't bother to care who the wooden elves under the balcony were, and shouted at them, "Go and get the most gorgeous robe that the advisor can wear!"

This order, which completely explained the identity of the female elf, made the news rush over, and after secretly looking under the terrace for a long time, but could not hear any conversation between the two elves, Dewen almost burst into tears.

As soon as he heard that the elf king had lost his temper on the terrace, and reprimanded and punished an elf dressed as an attendant, Dewen broke out in a cold sweat.

Judging from his cognition, the Elven King's temper was not very good, but the creatures in the entire woodland who had been treated badly by the King had nothing but the indispensable Advisor. However, the advisor is the most deserving of the king's kindness, and he is also the most important official in the woodland in Dewen's heart. For the sake of the interests of the Woodland Kingdom, and out of pity for the selfishness of the advisor, he did not hesitate to risk being severely punished, and finally made the elf king, who was emotionally dead and had no interest in all the female elves, agreed to treat the advisor well.

Of course, Devon would not believe that the elf king who had promised him that night could really show mercy to his advisor. So when he heard that His Majesty personally led the deer for the advisor, he was happy for a while. Who knew that this was only one time, and then I heard from the attendants of the inner palace that the relationship between the king and the advisor was so serious that there was no sense of sophistication. Then, as he had just seen, the haughty king kicked the adviser to his seat on the ground, and lectured him for a long time.

How can you do this to your advisor? She's just a female elf. Worried, Devin stomped his feet and wanted to go up to the terrace to pull the advisor away. But a few years ago he dared to do it, but now he doesn't have the guts.

"Didn't you say that Your Majesty promised to be kind to the advisor? After thousands of years of friendship, you still lied to me?" After letting the attendant hurry to get the robe, Edmund, who was also quietly looking on the terrace, came over angrily and questioned. "You said that Your Majesty had promised to treat the advisor well. As a result, apart from leading the adviser once, His Majesty has never given the adviser a good look! You still have the face to tell me that Your Majesty may pretend to be close to the advisor. Pretending to be close and not seeing it, but listening to the attendants of the inner palace, I have never seen His Majesty have a little pity for the advisor. Now it's even more ......"

Glancing again at the advisor who was slumped on the terrace, Edmund grabbed Devin by the sleeve in a hurry. "Hurry up and figure it out. If this continues, His Majesty will probably have to ask me to bring his scepter. ”

All the wood elves in the woodland knew that the Elven King would occasionally punish the elves who made him angry by striking his calf with a scepter. Of course, every penalized elf is fine, but advisors are different. Regardless of whether she was just a female elf, or whether the wound on her leg was healed or not, it was a great insult to the status of the advisor to be punished by the king in front of so many living beings!

Finding that Devon was frowning, neither speaking nor making any movements, Edmund urged: "You hurry up and persuade Your Majesty?"

"Why don't you go up and persuade?" Dewen replied subconsciously, although he was thinking in his mind, he finally heard Edmund's only whispering.

He said, "I don't dare to go up and persuade ...... Anyway, I can't persuade me, and I don't want to be punished for going to the kitchen again, and I won't even see His Majesty's face. ”

Oh, yes. Even if I go up, His Majesty's temper may not be able to persuade me, and I must think of a useful way! Dewen began to shoot around aimlessly, hoping to find something. When his eyes caught the captain of the guard in military uniform, Elos, who was hurrying towards him, Dewen was happy and worried, and quickly walked up to meet him.

Happily, Eros, who was in charge of patrolling the joint defense line, would never enter the palace lightly, and he must have something important to report to the Elven King when he came. The worry is that Aelos has never said much, and even if he finds it, there must be something wrong with the military aspect of the woodland. Otherwise, Eros would never have hurried in the armor of a dusty man.

"Your Majesty is on the terrace. Devin waved to Eloth, took a glass of red wine and followed him to the terrace. As he walked past the advisor, Devin deliberately stumbled, as if he had tripped over the other party, and spilled all the wine in his glass on Vernor. No matter what the other party's reaction was, as soon as he stood still, Dewen immediately straightened his face and shouted angrily at the consultant who was covered in red wine: "My body is dirty like this, what are you still doing here?"