Qu Yunmie was no longer in the study. When Xiao Rong pleased him, he would listen to Xiao Rong and handle the boring official duties. When Xiao Rong displeased him, he would give up and handle the boring official duties in the evening. …
At this moment, he was reading a letter in his bedroom. When he heard Xiao Rong coming in, he returned to his previous sarcastic state: "You still remember to come here?"
Xiao Rong: “…”
I finally felt a little respect for Qu Yunmie, but in the end the real master extinguished it himself.
Xiao Rong: "How is the king's wound? Has it split open?"
Qu Yunmie laughed: "Sir, you asked at the right time. If it had really split, I would have bled to death by now."
Xiao Rong: “…………”
He tried to hold back, but still couldn't help it: "Can't you just speak properly?"
Qu Yunmie: "Now you are the one who did something wrong, why should I speak nicely?"
Xiao Rong opened his eyes wide: "What did I do wrong?"
Qu Yunmie said in a loud voice: "Not caring about the king is wrong!"
Xiao Rong: “…”
What Qu Yunmie said made sense, so Xiao Rong kept silent. He thought he was trying to bow his head, but Qu Yunmie didn't hear his rebuttal and became even angrier.
Xiao Rong was the kind of person who would make a few excuses no matter what others said, unless it was the absolute truth, he would acquiesce. If he was silent now, didn't it mean that he admitted that he just didn't care about himself?
In an instant, all the joy that Xiao Rong came to see him faded away. Qu Yunmie felt a chill in his heart holding the letter.
Xiao Rong looked at him, not knowing what he was thinking, but he looked very resentful, and he was definitely not thinking about anything good.
After a moment of silence, Xiao Rong spoke up: "I am narrow-minded. I actually doubted the king's skills."
Although his feelings had not changed, Qu Yunmie still responded reflexively: "It's good that you know you're wrong."
Xiao Rong: “…”
If Xiao Rong had heard Qu Yunmie say this at other times, he would have had an argument with him, but today he had just reshaped his worldview, and for the first time in his life, he found Qu Yunmie particularly pleasing to the eye.
Putting both arms on the table, Xiao Rong supported his head with both hands, and then looked at Qu Yunmie without blinking.
Qu Yunmie pretended not to notice, but after a while he couldn't pretend anymore.
He raised his head unhappily and looked at Xiao Rong as if he was asking an accusation: "Why, what do you want to say again?"
Is it going to be the same as before, where I first surrender to him and then ask him to do this and that? He doesn't want me to apologize to that Rouran man, right? But he won him fairly, why should he apologize!
In less than a second, Qu Yunmie's mind had already fast-forwarded to the time when the two of them were quarreling. Xiao Rong looked at Qu Yunmie's tense expression, and he suddenly smiled softly: "My king, you are really charming today."
Qu Yunmie looked at him.
One second, two seconds, three seconds.
Three seconds later, Qu Yunmie calmly picked up the letter again and replied, "Nothing special."
Xiao Rong blinked and called him again: "My King."
Qu Yunmie raised his eyelids and looked at him calmly.
Xiao Rong pointed at his letter and said, "You hold it upside down. The words are on my side, and the king is looking at the blank paper."
Qu Yunmie: “…”
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