The Little Husband Who Became the Ghost-Faced King

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During this period, Xiji was also very busy. He would take a rest for a while after dinner every day, take a shower and fall asleep.

The Night King was so busy that he didn't notice it at first. When he reacted, he realized that the extra meal that was supposed to be delivered had not been seen for a long time.

Thinking of this, the Night King stopped writing official documents and ordered someone to call the butler over.

The butler first bowed respectfully to the Night King, then said cautiously: Sir, what can I do for you?

The Night King glanced at him and asked casually without seeming to be very interested, "How is the manor that I asked you to prepare that day?"

When the butler heard that he was asking this and not anything else, he breathed a sigh of relief and continued to answer respectfully: Sir, I have selected the most prosperous manor to give to Master Xi according to your instructions.

Upon hearing this, the Night King nodded, but said nothing, and there was no sign of happiness on his face.

The butler looked at Ye Wang, trying to figure out what he meant, and tentatively said, "Sir, I heard that Young Master Xi particularly likes that place recently. It must be a good place to relax. If you feel tired, you can go there to take a look and relax."

Hearing this, the Night King looked up at him.

Just this one glance made the butler break out in cold sweat, wondering if he had guessed the Night King's thoughts wrong. Just when he wanted to say something else to make amends, the Night King spoke instead, "You're right. I've been working hard for so many days in a row. It's time to relax."

When the Night King rode up to the manor, he thought he would see Siggy sitting there, admiring the scenery.

Who would have thought that on the edge of a field by the road, they would see Xiji, wearing a straw hat and biting a piece of dogtail grass in his mouth, giving orders to the people below.

In the distance, there were a few people dressed as farmers, carrying buckets of rice and some straw, and were doing things according to Xiji's instructions.

Ye Wang was silent for a while, staring at the rude Xiji, and even began to doubt whether he had seen the wrong person. The boy he knew was always very delicate, how could he do such an indecent thing.

Xiji, who was giving orders seriously, didn't notice the arrival of Night King at all. Seeing that the people in front of him had been trying for a long time but still couldn't get it right, Xiji became anxious. He threw away the straw in his mouth, jumped down the ridge of the field, and endured the stench while directing them to do their work.

The Night King looked at the skillful Xiji and was silent for a long time.

Just when Xiji was seeing that nothing he could do was right and was about to try it himself, he suddenly heard someone calling him.

Xiji thought he was hallucinating, otherwise how could he hear the Night King calling him? When he shook his head and was about to continue, he heard it again, and it was clearer than the last time.

This time, Xiji was sure that he had not heard wrongly. He looked in the direction where the voice came from and saw the Night King staring at him expressionlessly. For some reason, he always felt a little short of breath, and stuttered to ask, "My lord, why are you here?"

The Night King did not answer him. Instead, he looked Xiji up and down from head to toe. Seeing that he was wearing shabby shorts, and then looking at the pile of things in front of him that he knew smelled good even without going over, he asked coldly: What are you doing?