Chapter 159 The Victory of Earthy Love Talk

Akashi had never faced a feudal monarch who held real power, or even had divine authority to some extent.

But he remained calm.

After discovering that the demon queen who was rumored to be like that was actually Suzuki Sonoko, the extent to which this world does not live up to its reputation is really heartbreaking.

——Speaking of which, how wise can a person be who is so infatuated by Suzuki Sonoko be?

So, even though Akashi-kun didn't have the scissors that made him feel safe in his pocket, he still said calmly:

"I want to explain."

King Shanglong tilted his head and thought for a moment, then said with a smile, "Okay, explain it."

Akashi explained.

Starting from the basketball game before the accidental time travel, and talking about Suzuki Sonoko who had a sudden illness, in order to prove the authenticity, he even brought out Nakajima Xzijun, who he had met once during the time travel, and Qingguo Qilin, who he had not seen clearly, as indirect evidence.

There is only one central conclusion: it is impossible for him to elope. Even if he was out of his mind and wanted to find someone to elope with, he would not look for Suzuki Sonoko!

This is actually the truth.

At least in the eyes of Akashi before he traveled through time - what's the difference between eloping with Suzuki Sonoko and seeking death?

Until now, this cognition has not been shaken:

Now Akashi was wondering if his current dilemma, where he might die if he didn't agree with something, was the retribution for sleeping with Suzuki Sonoko that he had worried about the night before?

King Shanglong: ...

King Shanglong: "Are you finished?"

Akashi: "It's over."

Shang Long turned to look at Mrs. Liu and raised his chin. "Tell someone to arrest him first."

"He" obviously refers to Akashi-kun.

Akashi: ...

Akashi: "Huh?"

Seeing his reaction, Shang Long actually smiled and said, "I heard you say that, but that doesn't mean I believe it."

——The Kingdom of Yan really lived up to its reputation of prosperity. Before the king finished speaking, Akashi Seijuro was quickly grabbed by someone who rushed up.

"I know this sounds ridiculous," Akashi didn't try to struggle, but continued with a frown, "but there's no need for me to lie about this!"

"Do you think I'm stupid enough to play such a silly joke with my life at this moment?"

King Shanglong's smile finally faded, and he said with surprising patience, "I'm also a seafarer myself. Why do I find your origins absurd?"

"Every year, people who have lost their way come to Penglai and Kunlun. One more of you won't make a difference, but one less of you won't make a difference either."

"Then why..."

Komatsu Naotaka bent his arms, and the girl's face shifted with the center of gravity, completely buried in the crook of his neck. With the fabric at the cuffs catching her, only a few wisps of hair hanging down could be seen.

"I hate the look in your eyes."

At the moment he turned around, Akashi Seijuro seemed to vaguely hear such a voice in his ears, but since there was nothing he could do, he just snorted with a sneer and simply gave up struggling.

After regaining his composure, Akashi-kun walked away silently. Just looking at his back, he actually had some of the demeanor he had when he was the king of Luoshan.

The cloth on Mrs. Liu's head had mostly fallen off. She folded her arms and yawned lazily.

Young people are really naive and childish...

What's the point of what you said being true? The look in your eyes when you looked at that woman wasn't fake, was it?

No matter how different your story is from what the villagers said, as long as the result is the same—

——As long as he looks at her with that kind of eyes.

That makes no difference to Shanglong.

No matter how careless he was, he was still a king who could rule the world for five hundred years. If he couldn't even detect this little bit of cover-up, he would have been skinned and eaten by the evil people in the court until nothing was left but his bones.

But speaking of it...

The young Qilin belatedly realized what was happening and let out an "Ah!" before turning around and calling out to his departing master: "Maybe he wasn't trying to hide anything on purpose. He might not have even noticed it himself—"

Having said that, the voice suddenly stopped.

The curtain of the huge carriage had been lowered long ago, and the carriage was almost flying into the sky. The unhappy master didn't hear what she said at all.

Rokuta yawned and choked - he really couldn't help but feel sleepy after seeing Suzuki Sonoko - he kicked the pebbles at his feet, turned into a Qilin, and flew straight into the clouds.

Naotaka Komatsu was not unaware of this possibility.

In fact, after seeing the eyes of the Nan Ge boy, he was sure of it much earlier than the red deer.

But it’s not happy. It’s not happy no matter what…

He placed the girl on the mattress with a familiar pattern, lifted her hair with two fingers and tucked it behind her ear. The memories related to it were unusually clear.

Came here unexpectedly from Penglai.

They depend on each other in an unfamiliar place.

This was the first time for the two of them to be in this situation.

——After five hundred years of not seeing each other, her situation seemed familiar, except that she had a different person to rely on...

"You're so lucky, Sonoko," Naotaka Komatsu kissed her with a look of relief. "Although you get frustrated and faint every time you go to a new place, there's always someone willing to take care of you..."

An updraft blew up the curtains, and the shifting clouds outside the window slowly dispersed.

The handsome man lazily rested his elbows on the window, and put his other hand around the girl's shoulders, patting them leisurely from time to time, letting the fierce wind blow up her sash and hair, and even a faint humming sound came from his throat.

Looking down from above, the resettlement camp looked like an intricate but regular pattern, mostly brown in color—because it was using a lot of cheap, edible dead grass.

So he turned his head back, slid his palm from the girl's shoulder to her chin and gently scratched it, then tilted his head and smiled.

——But compared to his thatched cottage, the Xuanying Palace I took you to is better, right?

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Yanzhou State, Jingzhou Guan Gong, Xuanying Palace.

There is a very familiar screen placed on the partition of the main hall. I thought it was fine when Prince Yan left, but now that he has returned with the real owner, I feel a little upset looking at it.

You Qi: "I lost the one from July, so I'll just draw a new one later..."

He was thinking about this here and there, while over there, Yan Qi Liutai studied the girl sleeping on the bed for a long time and finally came to a rough conclusion.

"I'm not sick..."

After Yan Qi examined her for a long time, his expression was indescribable: "She must be experiencing a power conflict."

Komatsu Naotaka: "What did you say?"

Liu Tai sighed and said, "You little fairy, you might really be a fairy..."

Because the second half of the voice was too soft and the tone was too uncertain, Shang Long could only curl his lips in exhaustion, smiling like a helpless parent: "Whose fairy is always sleeping?"

Rokuta just shook his head.

Because of this understanding, his mentality was much more relaxed than Wang's. "This is just a conflict of power. Although I don't know where the other force came from, after she came to your side, it seems that our side has the upper hand."

"After a while, when we win, she will wake up naturally."

Shang Long leaned against the bedpost, just looked down at her intently, smiled and said "Yeah".

Liu Tai felt uncomfortable because of his laughter. He looked at the girl sleeping on the bed and yawned.

"never mind."

He curled his lips and said, "If you don't want to wait, just put the Book of Earthly Immortals on her. It will at least... make things faster."

So Suzuki Sonoko woke up in pain.

The main clinical symptom is stiff neck.

Because when she got up and touched it, she found that the pillow under her head was not a cotton pillow, but a hollow wooden box wrapped in gold.

A familiar hollow wooden box covered in gold.

She sat there with her eyes dazed, raised her hand and touched it three or five times, confused: Isn't this... the box that Shanglong used to store the Book of Earthly Immortals?

Where is the national treasure? Has it been used as a torture instrument for her?

She hasn't made any mistakes recently...

As if her head was stuffed with a ball of compacted cotton, Yuan Zimu looked around blankly. In addition to the familiar wooden box in her hand, she also saw the familiar palace and the familiar pendant.

There is also the familiar dead pomegranate tree outside the window.

A cool breeze blew in from the window. Although Yuanzi was not afraid of cold or heat, she still subconsciously shrank back onto the mattress and rubbed against the warm fabric.

When I opened my eyes again, I saw a familiar man standing in front of the screen nearby.

There was a faint sweetness in her mouth. She closed her eyes and smiled gently. Her lazy posture was like a cat whose fur had been stroked well. She hummed and rubbed to the edge of the bed.

The girl stretched her hand out from the bed aimlessly and grabbed around in the general direction. After several attempts, she finally touched the corner of Prince Yan's clothes.

This familiar movement was like breaking a frozen portrait - Komatsu Naotaka thought it had been a long time, he had almost forgotten that this person would make such a movement when waking up.

According to his past memories, if she had started to grab at him like this, Shang Long would have extended his hand first.

But that was five hundred years later.

So Suzuki Sonoko tried to catch it for a long time but couldn't wait for the familiar temperature. When she finally got there, she could only hold a piece of clothes.

She opened her eyes blankly and looked up at him blankly.

The room was very quiet for a while.

The girl's golden brown hair hung down like a lingering curtain, and her chin, which had become much more pointed, still had a rounded curve. Although her facial features had deepened a lot, her expression of helplessness was as innocent and cute as before.

Her round eyes were full of confusion and a hint of grievance.

"Why... I felt like your reaction just now seemed strange to me..."

Shang Long let her pull at the corner of his clothes, rubbing his chin and making "hmm" sounds for a long time.

"I'm curious too," he tilted his head and said, "Why does Yuanzi's reaction seem like she's still used to it?"

Sonoko: "Isn't this natural? We just said goodbye this morning—"

wrong.

It was like the moisture on the window was suddenly wiped off after waking up in the morning. Her foggy mind finally became clearer at this moment.

[The Vongola fighting in Namimori]

【Fuyuki was almost reduced to ruins】

[National Competition: Capturing People for Dissection]

[She wants to go to the grave of her ex-husband, BOSS Ma Cang Ye Wang]

And there is also Akashi-kun who was implicated by her and is now thousands of miles away from home.

"Didn't we say goodbye this morning..."

Her voice grew softer and softer, and she said blankly, "We've been separated for several years."

"Is it only a few years?"

The king, with his wide sleeves and light fur coat, sat down cross-legged on the spot, tapping his forehead as if in distress: "I have lived here for a full five hundred years."

The tone of the statement was very plain, but it actually stunned Suzuki Sonoko.

Although it was quite inappropriate, but looking at Shanglong like this, Yuanzi actually thought of Ma Cang Ye Wang without any surprise.

She was forced by the situation at the time, and after the boss expressed his expectation, she seriously agreed to wait for his next return.

Even if that takes a full five hundred years.

But Yuanzi could say it easily because she turned around and prepared to jump into the well - after crossing the Bone-Eating Well, it would be five hundred years later.

Because she can do it easily, she cannot understand the heaviness of it.

Or perhaps she subconsciously knew how heavy five hundred years was, so every time she thought of looking for Shang Long, she always emphasized: I am only looking for the lost memories, not for my former lover.

I even counted on my fingers and thought, five hundred years is enough for him to get married and divorced six or seven times.

But now…

She pursed her lips: "Has Shanglong been waiting for me?"

The man, chin propped up in a daze, also pursed his lips and thought for a moment before saying casually, "Not entirely."

——There are many things that need to keep him busy. Although time is long, the world is so big that one trip around it is enough.

Although Yan Kingdom is stable, there are many unjust and incompetent rulers all over the world, which may create a group of displaced people at any time. Among the twelve countries, the king who rules the country for a long time is not only the king of his own country, but also plays the role of a stabilizing force, and is always ready to provide assistance and gather displaced refugees from neighboring countries.

"I just think of it sometimes..."

Shang Long said, "After all, Rokuta has no patience and is very harsh. It's embarrassing to tell his subordinates some of his words. Sometimes, in the dead of night, I think it would be great if Yuanzi was still there—"

"——I've already been crowned queen, so how come in the end, Zou Guoli Guang has a large family, and even Prince Si can enjoy himself, but I'm the only one left alone?"

Sonoko: ...

Yuanzi even felt a little aggrieved: "But forget about love, I'm with you now, and I can't even feel much longing..."

Shang Long said confidently: "Because I still feel very unfamiliar!"

"After all, five hundred years have passed between us. My senses have become dulled, and most of the time I've been consumed by nostalgia. Does that make you feel uncomfortable?"

"But it will be quick."

He lifted the girl's hair and tangled it around his fingertips, then leaned forward naturally and lay on the edge of the bed.

After resting his chin on the back of his hand, the handsome man looked at her with a smile and said, "You don't have to wait long. I will soon feel like I'm in love again."

The word "love" was taught to him by Sonoko.

Yuanzi listened to his words with half-closed eyes, hummed softly, then rubbed against the window, naturally put her hand on his face, and said slowly: "Then I'll wait for you."

The dinner was delicious.

Miss Suzuki traveled through time for a long time. At first, she could still eat coarse food, but later, in order to take care of Akashi-kun, she rarely even drank water. After finishing a table of imperial meal in one meal, she felt like she was coming back to life!

The lights were turned on in the evening. The dim light was far from the modern world, but it surprisingly made people want to sleep more and more.

It happened that Suzuki Sonoko took a shower after dinner. Although she was not lying on the bed at this time, she was already on the verge of falling asleep.

Half asleep and half awake, her mind was still active. She saw that Shanglong seemed to have placed a row of things on the table, and even washed the pen slowly.

This is……

"Want to draw?"

Shanglong said "hmm" and said yes.

He raised his pen and pointed at the central hall. Yuanzi turned his head several beats late to look: it was a huge screen.

The background depicts a September night and a pomegranate tree in full bloom.

Each pomegranate seed is a ruby, and under the light of the fire, it emits a floc-like red flame.

But she is still the main character.

She was sitting on a high branch with one leg hanging down, yawning with her head down.

——He was wearing a coat with a fur collar, and the white figure against the dark background was extremely eye-catching in contrast.

Ah, Yuanzi thought drowsily, this is me.

It took her a long time to overcome her laziness and walk over to the screen. She raised her hand to touch it and said, "I thought you were just drawing it for fun, but I didn't expect you to turn it into a screen in the end."

Shang Long followed the brushstrokes and took the time to explain to her, "I made twelve in total. Some of the months were drawn based on my imagination later, but when Tai Qi came last time and opened the Eclipse, July was lost."

He paused for a moment, then said, "Perhaps he followed the ocean current to Penglai with him."

After saying that, I thought about it and felt that it was not quite right.

"All?"

"You've only seen this one, haven't you? Are my thoughts so easy to guess?"

Suzuki Sonoko made some meaningless snoring sounds, as if she agreed with what he said. She rubbed the number on the side of the screen from time to time, with the gold foil on her cheek, and smiled at him with her head tilted.

"You might not believe it when you come out."

The girl's eyebrows were drawn into a lazy and tender look. She bit her lower lip and pursed her lips. Her voice was so light that it seemed like a layer of dense mist was floating on it.

She said: "Although July drifted to Penglai along the ocean current—"

"—but it finally stopped beside me."

"Yeah."

The man standing in front of the table smiled as if unmoved, but the next second, he dropped the pen in his hand, took two steps forward, and naturally leaned against her back.

The warm breath enveloped her completely, and the man's warm palm also pressed against the wooden edge.

"Ah," his voice was lazy and pleasant, "Is this fate?"

"Forget it."

Although she answered like this, in her heart, Yuanzi felt that 80% of this was due to her financial ability.

"But I was shocked when I brought it back. Every time I look at it, I find it amazing—that a painting on something like a screen actually shows me…"

Komatsu Naotaka seemed a little hesitant.

"Is there anything magical about this?"

Sonoko said, "It's magical to be able to put up your own screen! Every time I wake up in the morning and see it, I can't help but be stunned for a moment - don't you think it's strange?"

"Maybe it's okay?"

Shang Long cooperated and recalled his thoughts, then said frankly, "I don't think it's strange."

It's his own palace, and he has photos of his wife there. This is a very common practice.

——Especially since he hasn’t seen his wife in person for a long time.

Thinking of this, His Majesty Prince Yan relaxed his strength, lowered his head and sniffed her neck: the sense of strangeness was much less than he had imagined.

So the man sighed with satisfaction: "Let's make another one."

"What?"

"Screen," Wang said lazily, "I'm sorry that July is gone, but now that you're back, I'll try to draw you again."

“It’s quite strange to draw based on imagination alone.”

He tilted his head, his cheek pressed against her shoulder blade, making her look unexpectedly soft and cute. He then seemed to examine her face carefully before concluding, "She's not as pretty as she is in real life."

Yuanzi looked up at the screen.

In the dark night, a girl in white clothes is bathed in moonlight, with a flaming red pomegranate beside her.

Her hair seemed to be inlaid with continuous golden threads, and her graceful posture exuded the unique elegance of a work of art. Even her eyes were a translucent green.

"But," she said matter-of-factly, "I think I'm uglier than the picture above."

Shang Long thought about it and said modestly, "That's possible."

"Maybe I'm blind?"

Suzuki Sonoko: ...

Suzuki Sonoko: You are a king living in an ancient template world, where did you learn such cheesy love words!?