The Young King is the protagonist of his favorite Western fantasy novel.
The author, a retired soldier of World War II, referred to those shining young kings when creating characters, and piled laurels on his beautiful head: the prince as brilliant as a lion cub, the brave and fearless genius hero, the glorious son who died young...
Even death is tragic and glorious, full of sorrow and glory, just like the sun falling to the ground and the death of a superstar. The empire he conquered fell into pieces and became the grandest funeral.
The author makes no secret of his preference for the young king. As a reader, he is also full of love and affection for the boy.
Not only did he re-translate the original poor Chinese translation and point out hundreds of translation and common sense errors, he also started writing text and drawing pictures from scratch to act as scissors, and established a small forum.
It can be said that the young king is his closest companion. He understands every detail of the king's growth, as well as the geography, hydrology, customs and culture of the world in the book.
In short, he devoted all his "fatherly love" to Xiao Xiao.
In the summer after the college entrance examination, he traveled through time as a courier.
Wearing shorts, slippers and a classic home cover, she carries her father's ancient Latin dictionary from "Jingluo", benefits from her mother's work unit, a treatment guide for common family diseases, and a medicine box filled with antipyretics, antibiotics and other household supplies.
The good news is that it can be worn by a good boy.
The bad news is that it will last until the eldest child is dying.
What's worse is that if you are chosen as a human sacrifice, you will be pushed into the pit of fire.
He shouted at the top of his lungs, his voice was like boiling a kettle: "I, I have a way to save him! Let me try!"
So, their story begins.
When he sat next to the king, sharing a wine glass with the king, he said wisecracks in each other's ears. The stern king smiled, and the dignitaries and the pope were shocked.
The Pope denounced him as a pagan wizard, a shameless bastard, a devil who used despicable and obscene means to seduce the upright king into corruption.
From the burning desert to the snow-covered tundra, whether it is family, friendship or love, this time, he decided to let God decide.
He doesn't blame his son for being a cp, but he respects and blesses him: as long as his son is a melon, everything doesn't matter.
Fortunately, he is a mainstream melon, and his CP includes his protagonist brother, soldiers, enemies, and the foreign eunuch who acts as a translator...
Until one day, the underworld text of King X Moderator appeared in the original version.
Netizens claimed that this was a birthday message to the moderator.
He saw stars in his eyes: it must be this thing from the underworld that caused him to travel through time.
In the marching tent late at night, those eyes were flashing with fanatical flames, and a desperate and crazy voice came from his throat, like a dying beast: "You saved me - if you don't love me, I can only die, don't force me to beg you..."
He was a little desperate: My son, when I knock against you, it's not like "I knock against you because you are my husband."
Intention: Let's fight to the end of the world together
