She was dizzy by Mu Qin's words, and when her figure was a little unstable, Wang spoke.

"The Night King is tired from the journey of the Night King, take the Night King Night Queen down to rest."

She didn't know if the King of the Dao did not intend to relieve her, or if she was really worried that they were tired, she only knew that the King of the Dao did not look at her from beginning to end, and she even wanted to do something to attract the king's attention.

"My sister is tired too, so... Let's rest! Mu Qin said, his expression was not very happy. Mu Qin also wanted to talk to this night queen who looked exactly like herself.

She was a little dizzy, and what she wanted to say was swallowed back by herself. She and Wang are two people in the world, no matter how hard she struggles, she can't change the status quo, and besides, the person who 'betrayed' at the beginning was herself, wasn't it?

Qian'er took them into the guest room. She was a guest, not a host, and she could not forget that.

The pure black tone of the guest room made her a little flustered.

The Night King hugged her and asked, "Uncomfortable?" ”

She nodded, "Well, a little dizzy, a little tired." ”

"Then rest!" The Night King's words can always soothe her emotions like a tranquilizer, which may be a temperament that the Night King was born with.

"Didn't you have any thoughts when you saw that girl?" She asked, she really didn't think the Night King could be so calm.

"She has some of the same skin as you, but the essence is different, you are still you. Faces have never mattered to me. The Night King's words also reminded her that even if the face is the same, the personality is different. And what the king likes is the girl who is now by his side.

"If one day I am disfigured, will you still do this to me?" She asked.

"There won't be a day." The Night King replied decisively.

"I'm talking about ifs."

"Yes."

She leaned into the Night King's arms. Even if she had nothing left, at least the Night King would still be by her side.

Early in the morning of the second day, before she had yet to get up, a maid came to inform her that the king had held a banquet and invited them over.

She hasn't woken up yet!

The maid entered the house and brought the Night King a white costume for the Night King to put on.

"Get up?" The Night King asked as he took the dress she had put on from the maid's hand.

"Tired." She replied succinctly, and now when she was sleepy, she almost didn't want to say a word.

"Then rest!" The Night King helped her twist the quilt and left.

She slept soundly, and when she woke up, the Night King had returned, and sat beside her, carefully studying her face.

"You've been watching it for so many years, and you don't get tired of it?"

The Night King shook his head, his smile heartwarming.

She rubbed her eyes. "You see, I might as well look at yourself in the mirror."

The Night King only laughed silently.

Her eyes widened, a little surprised. "How can you see the sun in the night palace?"

When she woke up, she forgot where she was.

The Night King looked at her dotingly, "This is in the royal city. ”

She remembered the Night King's mention. “なるほど。” Suddenly, she burst out in Japanese.

The Night King stroked her head, "You always amaze me. ”

"Do you know what it means?" She asked.

The Night King's signature pose and signature smile, the Night King shook his head and smiled.

It turned out that the chicken talked to the duck and played the piano to the cow. However, using chickens, ducks, and cows as a metaphor for the Night King is too disrespectful to the Night King.

"Hey, how is the banquet?" She changed the subject.

"It's fine." The Night King said.

"Oh!" She nodded. She didn't have much more to say, so she fell silent again.

She changed into the white dress handed by the maid. The style is similar to the dress worn by the Night King, and it looks like a couple's shirt, but it still has a dynasty style.

She spun around in the mirror. Really, she thinks it looks good with black colors and such a style.

"Change to a black one! The color of the dress does not quite fit. She said, taking off her fine clothes. The maid took it and went to change her clothes.

When the maid came over with a black dress to change into her, she looked in the mirror. Well, it's still black and looks comfortable.

"Hungry?" The Night King asked.

"Uh-huh, some." She said. Touching my stomach, I'm really hungry.

"There's no plasma here, let's eat something else!"

"No, I'm just half a month, I usually just eat a little bit." She was a little unhappy, twenty years later, she still couldn't say the word drinking blood, and she subconsciously didn't want to admit it, but blood was the food that kept her alive, and if she didn't drink it, she would starve to death.

The Night King had already known about her twenty years ago, and she was grateful that the Night King had been able to tolerate her. Come to think of it, after living together for twenty years, it's hard not to find out, especially someone as smart as the Night King.

She was not short of food in the Night Rabbit Clan, and the Night King had built a small blood bank for her, enough for her to drink. After having a blood bank, she finally put aside the idea that bloodsucking will definitely kill people, and when she drank blood, she didn't feel very comfortable at most, and there was not much resistance, the problem of blood sucking was solved, and the identity of a vampire was not so difficult to accept.

The Night King asked her because he was afraid that she would not be accustomed to eating food from ordinary people. Seriously, she is really a little unaccustomed to eating, but also, let a person who drinks blood every day suddenly change to drink porridge, who can get used to it?

The time of drinking porridge is painful, like now.

"No, no, cough, stuck...... Throat...... ...... vomit"

She felt no guilt in front of a messy carpet. Ahem, she didn't mean to.

I really can't eat it, who would have thought that a mouthful of porridge could choke people, didn't it?

The Night King smoothed her back and wiped away any stains from her mouth.

The well-behaved maid, who did not know the name of the road, came up and dragged away the carpet and replaced it with a new one, and then replaced the porridge at the request of the Night King.

"I won't eat it." The Night King pointed to the porridge.

"Well, two glasses of milk are fine." She commanded the maid. The maid bowed and withdrew, and in a moment brought two cups of milk.

"Don't drink this." The Night King stopped her from taking the milk.

What do you drink without this? She's hungry now, could it be that the Night King, you dedicate your neck?

"Just drink this! I listen to what I like. After she finished speaking, the Night King stopped her.

She drank two cups of milk, and her stomach was still not full, but she thought that if she continued like this, the Night King would definitely give her his blood.

The Night King was invited by the King to attend some lunch, but she didn't like the atmosphere very much, so she didn't go.

The time spent alone in the room was very sad, so she went out of the room, and left a note in the room, she was a little bored, and went out to relax, so that the Night King should not worry, and so on.

Her twenty years in the Night Palace have not been in vain, she has learned a lot of things, such as the writing of the Night Rabbit Clan. Although she didn't learn very well, although the words she wrote were like ghost drawings, and although the words she wrote made Liuyan and Jinran laugh for more than a month, she still learned it!

There is a saying that words are the crystallization of human wisdom. It's great that she's learning to this level.

She even wanted to paste her handwriting on the big night pearl at the top of the night palace, and marked her Gu Siya's work at the bottom right, so that the whole people could see it clearly. But it's just a rule, and you want her to stick it? She didn't have the courage yet.

All right! She writes very badly, in the words of the Night King, what kind of building are you drawing?

She almost exploded at that time. It's a word, it's a text, it's not a sketch.

Then she took out the 'painting' and looked at it, well, ten Picasso don't even want to draw it.

He pressed the note into a vase on the crystal table beside him, and walked out of the room.

There was a maid waiting outside the door, and she told her not to follow, but to go out and walk by herself. So the maid obediently stayed where she was.

The main hall is still the same as it was twenty years ago, and it is cold empty. Before she knew it, she had walked to the door of the dormitory. She hesitated in front of the door for a moment, but she couldn't bear to think about it anymore, so she stepped in.

Anyway, they should all be at the dinner table at this time, and no one will see it.

She's ...... Want to see, that's all.

"So you're here." A voice that she had been thinking about day and night floated over.

She was stunned, thinking for a moment that she had a delusion.

Someone hugged her from behind. A very familiar embrace, a very familiar body fragrance, a very familiar ......

She forgot to breathe.

It was the king who hugged her. Some excited, some surprised, and more joyful.

Seeing that she did not move, the king kissed her on the side of the cheek. "Why didn't you go to lunch?"

It was a gentle tone she had never heard before. So she knew that these words were not for her.

"Wang, you have recognized the wrong person." Her heart was cold.

The king turned to her and turned to her, trying to recognize who she really was.

The same face, unless it is very familiar, no one can distinguish it. However, the king did.

"It turned out to be the queen of the night." The king said, without any emotion on his face.

"I don't know if you don't need lunch after night, why do you come to the king's bedroom?" There was no politeness in what the king said, and it was very different from the tone of the one who hugged her and asked her why she didn't have lunch. It was obviously the same sentence, but it was said by the king with two meanings. He called himself this king...... Oh, he calls himself this king. How distant are their identities?

“…… I want to see the old man, so I came here to find it, and I hope that the king of the day will understand well, and it is inconvenient to come here as the queen, if the king of the day has nothing to do, then the queen will not bother much. Her words were very calm, and she didn't know why she could still be so calm as she was. Is it not feeling? No, the pain is so real.

"Which old man are you looking for after the night?" Wang's tone suddenly became ambiguous.