Chapter 107 "Be good and call me brother."
"Um."
Wen Jiyu's voice was a little cold when he responded.
He sat down next to He Xile, legs crossed, staring at Yue Zong in front of him with red eyes, the corners of his mouth drooping, showing that he was not in a good mood at the moment. Then he sneered, and before he could say anything, he saw the person next to him stand up.
He Xile said, "No, you must try it. I'll get it for you now!"
Wen Jiyu turned his head slightly, and He Xile had already gone straight to the dessert table.
Across from him, Yue Zong glanced at He Xile's figure and smiled: "Congratulations, Your Majesty."
I heard that he had a meal with me.
He looked at the other person suspiciously: "Congratulations on what?"
Yue Zong: "Congratulations on finding someone who is willing to act for you." He raised the wine glass that the guard had just placed in front of him.
Generally speaking, when recommending delicious food, people basically just talk about it. If the other party is willing to accept the recommendation, they can go and get it themselves. But people like He Xile directly stood up to help get the food, which shows that they really want to share.
It is an act that needs to be cherished.
Wen Jiyu also thought of this from Yue Zong's words. The corners of his mouth curled up, and his tone was filled with a hint of pride that he wanted to suppress but couldn't help: "I can't help it, humans really like me."
Yue Zong smiled again.
Not long after, He Xile returned to the table with a plate.
The plate in his hand was piled high with desserts, and it looked like it would fall if it tilted even slightly.
He Xile placed the plate in front of Wen Jiyu carefully and said, "Your Majesty, please try it."
Wen Jiyi said, "I can't finish it."
He Xile happily sat in his original seat.
He said, "It's okay. Just give me what you can't finish. I was just getting dessert when I ran into Sister Lingsu. She recommended these to me and said they were all delicious, so I couldn't help but take a little extra."
Wen Jiyu: "Which one was it that you said was delicious?"
He Xile: “This!”
Wen Jiyu picked up the spoon and tried it.
Yue Zong, who was sitting opposite, looked at the two of them calmly. Suddenly, he felt that since Wen Jiyu arrived, an invisible film appeared beside the two of them, covering them tightly, and Yue Zong, an outsider, could not fit in at all.
This feeling... is a bit strange.
After all, in Yue Zong's view, this kind of thing could happen to anyone, except Wen Ji and His Majesty.
But now…
"How is it? Delicious, right?" He Xile said as if he was presenting a treasure.
Wen Jiyu said vaguely: "It's okay."
His Majesty, who said it was okay, quickly finished the ice cream recommended by He Xile, but did not touch anything else. It was obvious that he was quite satisfied with the taste of the ice cream.
After asking, He Xile learned that Wen Jiyou didn't want to eat anything else. As expected, he was not picky, but happily shared the food with His Majesty, not caring about things like your plate and my plate.
Halfway through the meal, He Xile sighed, "Wow, the food my sister recommends is indeed top-notch!"
Wen Jiyu raised an eyebrow: "Is this what you call sister?"
He Xile's eyes curved: "Hehe, anyway, everyone here is older than me, so calling her sister will never go wrong."
Wen Jiyu paused, looked at He Xile, and moved his throat. He seemed to want to say something, but his eyes glanced at Yue Zong opposite him, and in the end he didn't say anything, and the air pressure in his body dropped a little.
After about three minutes, Wen Jiyu tapped the armrest with his fingers, his expression indifferent, and said to the man, "Why are you sitting here without saying anything? What are you doing here?"
Although the subject was not mentioned, anyone could tell that it was referring to Yue Zong.
Yue Zong then took out the terminal and said, "Sir He Xile, last time I added a friend on the Star Network, it didn't work. Why don't we add him this time?"
Wen sent: "..."
"Oh, okay." He Xile raised his hand and checked Yue Zong's terminal, and the friend was added.
Wen Ji and Leng Leng stared at Yue Zong.
He thought, now that he's added me as a friend, this guy should definitely leave, right? Unexpectedly, he continued to sit in his seat, completely relaxed, with no intention of leaving.
As a result, the air pressure around Your Majesty became even lower.
——When there are outsiders around, he can’t even talk to humans.
But to shout and chase them away would seem unkind.
He raised his hand, Wen Jiyu's expression was gloomy, and he drank the wine in the glass in front of him.
He Xile was eating dessert. Seeing this, he couldn't help but look at Wen Jiyu twice. He thought that the emperor was in a bad mood today. He drank a lot of wine, but he didn't look drunk at all.
You are truly worthy of being His Majesty!
He even has the skill of being able to drink a thousand cups without getting drunk!
The whole banquet lasted until 9:30 in the evening.
He Xile could tell from the expressions of the others that everyone was very satisfied with the banquet. Most people had gained a lot. When they left, no one paid attention to whether Wen Jiyou was present or not, and their behavior was very casual.
Then I turned around and looked at Wen Jiyu...
The latter remained seated, neither speaking nor moving.
He Xile wondered if His Majesty was drunk.
Although His Majesty seems to be incompatible with Yue Zong in terms of aura, and the two of them always look tense when facing each other, they seem to be able to be called friends.
——Later we started chatting, and the conversation was quite lively. We drank together until the end of the party.
If you count them, there are probably seven or eight cups.
Before sitting here, His Majesty drank alone for a while.
It adds up to a considerable amount.
"Let's go." Yue Zong lifted his metal arm with one hand, stood up and walked away, "Let's drink together next time if there's a chance."
His Majesty still did not move, and did not even respond to the other party.
He slightly closed his ruby eyes, not knowing what he was thinking.
Gradually, there were fewer and fewer people in the banquet hall.
The guards entered in an orderly manner and began to pack up the things around them.
"Your Majesty, are you drunk?" He Xile asked in a low voice.
Wen Jiyu turned his head somewhat dully. He said coldly, "As the ruler of Haixinna, how could I possibly be drunk?"
He Xile: “…”
good.
It seems that he is indeed drunk.
He Xile stood up and said, "Your Majesty, it's getting late now. The banquet is over. Shall we go back and rest?"
Wen Jiyu: "Yeah."
Although he agreed, Wen Jiyu still did not move.
He sat there for a while, then suddenly muttered, "What's Yue Zong doing looking for humans for no reason? Even if he really has feelings for humans, he can just watch them from a distance, occasionally chat with them, and take a photo at most. Is it necessary to be so close? He even added them as a terminal friend? Even after adding them as friends, he still refuses to leave and keeps sitting here..."
Wen Jiyu talked for a long time and finally came to a conclusion, "Does he have bad intentions? Does he want to attack humans?"
He Xile: “???”
He Xile couldn't help but shake his ears.
Once again, being able to hear subtle sounds isn't a good thing...
Moreover, for some reason, He Xile always felt that His Majesty's current thoughts were like an old father discovering that a young man was coveting his daughter...
No, it can't be said to be similar, it's exactly the same.
He Xile was left in a state of confusion by what he had imagined in his mind.
He said, "Your Majesty, you overthink it."
Wen Jiyu turned his head and looked at He Xile quietly for a while. He nodded slowly and agreed, "That's right. Yue Zong lost an arm in the previous war with the Zerg. He will never be able to go to the battlefield again in the future. Now he has been marginalized by the army... How could anyone like him?" Wen Jiyu's voice was very soft when he said the last sentence.
After saying this, he frowned first.
Then His Majesty repeated, "How can anyone like someone who has no future?"
He Xile was stunned.
Yue Zong's arm wasn't his secondary characteristic, but was lost in the war???
He Xile pursed his lips, and for a moment he felt an indescribable sour feeling in his heart.
He looked at His Majesty and said seriously, "Your Majesty, your current thinking is wrong."
Wen Jiyu paused: "What's wrong?"
Although he knew His Majesty was drunk and he shouldn't reason with a drunk, He Xile couldn't help but say, "I believe that everyone deserves love as long as they have their own shining points. Yue Zong lost his arm because of the war with the Zerg. He shouldn't be marginalized because he is Hai Xinna's hero."
Wen Jiyu said nothing.
He Xile asked in return: "Why wouldn't a hero be liked? He deserves love, lots and lots of love."
What's more...
Before becoming a hero, Yue Zong must have been his parents' little darling. Except for some special circumstances, there is no parent who does not love their children.
"So you like him?" Wen Jiyu asked suddenly.
……Well.
Why did the topic suddenly shift to this place?
Maybe a drunk’s train of thought is just this weird?
He Xile thought for a moment and said, "This is only the second time I've met Mr. Yue Zong. I don't know him very well, so I couldn't say I liked him before. But when you told me he lost his arm in the war, I felt he was very respectable."
"So it's not love." Wen Jiyu said.
He Xile: "...No way."
There are many ways to interpret the emotion of liking someone. He Xile couldn't figure out which one His Majesty was talking about, but he really couldn't say that he "liked" Yue Zong.
...Of course, if Yue Zong's second characteristic is being hairy, that would be a different story.
Wen Jiyu: "Yeah."
His emotions were visibly elevated. "You are not allowed to like him."
Um?
He Xile couldn't help but smile: "Okay."
He said, as if coaxing a child, "Can we go back to bed then?"
Wen Jiyu snorted and finally got up.
But just as he was halfway up, he sat down again.
"There is one more thing. I didn't tell you before because Yue Zong was here." Wen Jiyu looked serious.
He Xile sat up straight after hearing this.
He thought to himself, looking at His Majesty's expression, could it be that he had done something wrong before? For example, he shouldn't have brought so many desserts for an occasion like this, as if he had never tasted good food before and seemed a bit rustic?
Or was it that he was being a bit petty when the two people who had previously spoken ill of His Majesty came to take pictures with him and he deliberately avoided them?
But he is such a stingy person, so what!
The next second, a faint fragrance came.
Wen Ji and His Majesty dragged their stools and came to He Xile's side.
The two were very close. The man's silver hair fell down and landed on He Xile's shoulders. He lowered his eyes a little, and the breath he exhaled sprayed all over He Xile's ears: "You said before that in this kind of occasion, calling 'sister' will never be wrong, because everyone present is older than you... Then I'm older than you too, why have I never heard you call me brother?"
He said unhappily, "It's all your Majesty, your Majesty. I'm tired of hearing it."
He Xile: “!”
He Xile subconsciously turned his head and immediately met the gazes of Wen Ji and His Majesty.
Wen Jiyu's beautiful eyes were fixed on He Xile. He raised one hand and rubbed He Xile's soft hair. Then his big hand fell on the back of He Xile's head, pushing him slightly towards himself. He said in a low voice, "Be good, call me brother."
He Xile: “…”
He Xile was stunned. Looking at Wen Jiyu who was so close to him, his heart suddenly skipped a beat for some reason.
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