Chapter 130 Big love and small love, ruthlessness and light song
The birds fly away, accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun. The sky and the earth are vast, and all kinds of frosts compete for freedom. The torrent of history is always as majestic as the heaven and the earth, rushing towards the end of time, and it never knows where it will end. And the heroes,
It's just riding on the wind, looking for the opportunity and trajectory to fly, fluttering in the air, hoping to become immortal and reach immortality.
Shulot put his hands behind his back and looked up at the flying birds. The young man's face showed the vicissitudes of life that did not suit his age. What he saw in a day was like a stream of light flying, and it stayed in his heart forever. It was as if the passing years were coming, accompanied by
Five thousand years of war and fighting are unforgettable.
The setting sun gradually set, and the sunset glow bloomed with its last brightness, like falling cherry blossoms, with the withered beauty of a warrior. Until the bright red filled Shulot's eyes, he watched the old sunset with sadness, as if it was gradually fading away.
era.
The young man's thoughts wandered back to the Nine Heavens and fell into the Nine Abyss. He smiled generously and experienced spiritual enlightenment and sublimation.
"It turns out that what I want to do is not a hero, but a diligent farmer. Plant seeds one by one in the soil of the times, gestate them, cultivate them carefully, and accumulate the momentum of history. Until the fields are lush and green, and the fruit trees
Rise up from the ground until civilization is as dense as a forest, and then flocks of birds will flock to me, and all the heroes in the world will fall into my lap!"
At this moment, Shulot finally understood the elder. His eyes gradually deepened and his feelings became deeper.
From thought to innovation, from production to science and technology, from politics to society, a diligent farmer needs to cultivate carefully. He always has to swing his hoe to break up the hardened soil and remove the obstructing weeds. He does not care about the withering in front of him, but only looks ahead.
Future growth. In his heart, life has a new definition: from the king to the head of Guizhou, great love is ruthless, just like heaven and earth are unkind.
The long night is approaching, and a new fire has been lit. In the Divine Apocalypse, the warriors have just lit a bonfire. The flickering light of the fire cuts through the evening sky, and the light in front of you is brighter than the distant stars and moon. In the light of the fire, everyone is surrounding His Highness the Wisdom.
Silent, standing solemnly, waiting for the next order.
After coming back to his senses, Shulot smiled gently. He waved his hands to everyone.
"There is no need to rush. Let's get here today! The military craftsmen in the North District have done a good job, and I will reward them. Let the private craftsmen in the South District get ready. I will come back to see their progress tomorrow morning."
After that, he smiled and motioned for everyone to disperse. The craftsmen breathed a sigh of relief and discussed in low voices the arrangements for tonight, whether they should open a can of old wine to celebrate His Highness's approval.
Bertard looked at the young man quietly. He smiled happily, with a vicissitudes of life. In the past few days, His Highness had been busy running around, like the new wind blowing through the capital, sternly urging, and as cold as the dewdrops in the morning. But at this time, his gentle smile
It is still there, but it has the thickness of a few mountains, and it is like the young sun.
Dewdrops moisten the earth and taste cold and sweet. The sun shines on all things, and when it is ruthless, it makes the world burn. It rises from the earth and rises to the sky, this is what a king should do. The light shines on the world, so what if you are lonely!
Hulot seemed to feel something. He looked at the warrior chief. Bertard knelt down on one knee and saluted, just like when they met for the first time. The two faced each other for a moment. The young man calmly stretched out his hand and stroked the warrior chief's hair. The surrounding warriors looked at each other.
After looking at him for a moment, he knelt down and saluted without hesitation.
All this is like a silent picture, frozen in the long night. The remaining fire spans thousands of years, burning again under the starry sky of history, and also burning in the heart of the king.
There was no talking all night, and Shulot slept deeply. He was very relaxed, and even his sleeping posture was calm and peaceful. The next morning, after finishing the morning training as usual, the young man smiled slightly and looked at the loyal warrior captain.
"I haven't been to the palace for a long time, so I'll go see my beloved while it's still early!"
Bertard nodded calmly. The two took off their sweat-soaked military uniforms, put on white and clean plain robes, and left in light clothes.
Arriving at Montezuma's palace, the thick stone door slowly opened, and the main hall and flowing water came into view. The guards respectfully invited His Highness to enter, but resolutely stopped the accompanying samurai chief and guards.
Xurotte nodded with a smile and waved his hand to stop the warrior captain. Bertard thought for a moment, then obeyed the order and waited quietly outside the door.
The young man strode into the hall, but Avitt was not in the hall. He asked with a smile, and the accompanying guards responded respectfully.
"The respected king left early in the morning and may have gone to the palace to handle government affairs."
Shulot didn't take it seriously. He smiled slightly and went straight to the rose garden inside.
Not long after, the young man walked into the garden, and saw the spring coming lightly. The place where he landed was colorful, and the pleasant fragrance of flowers came. Not far away, the breeze blew from afar, bringing the girl's soft song. The pure song flew in the sky and the earth.
, like clouds falling from the world, falling into the young man's heart.
"In the garden of roses, I began to sing.
Flowers bloomed all over the earth, and songs resounded throughout the sky.
Will he hear it? Will he shake the flower-embellished drum and bell in response to the song of the flowers?
The bells ring through the sky, the flowers bloom all over the earth, and they bloom in my heart...
"
The young man stopped and listened. This was the song of spring by the Texcoco poet King Coyote Nezabal. In the girl's mouth, there was a slight change, like the clouds being molded into a heart shape and incorporating deep longing.
"On the spring flowers is the song of the thrush, shining on Lake Texcoco.
Countless birds responded, but she just waited quietly for a cardinal to fly over.
Lotus blooms on the lake, will the hummingbird see it?
Will he come from afar, sing beautiful songs, and land next to me...
"
Hearing this, Shulot couldn't bear it any longer. He walked over quickly, and in Alyssa's surprised eyes, he held her soft hand and held her in his arms, refusing to let go.
.The two of them were dressed in white and melted into the sky like white clouds.
After a long time, the boy looked at the girl, with a deep and fiery look in his eyes. The girl lowered her head slightly to avoid the burning gaze, but heard a gentle song. That was the second part of the Song of Spring, and it was also integrated into the love of spring.
"Your heart is like a picture scroll, waiting for me to paint myself. Come sing, and I will play the drums. Come dance, and in the depths of the Spring Garden, I will remember you!"
Alyssa's face turned red. She quietly sat down in front of the pure white roses, but she still held Hulot's hand.
The boy was also led to sit down, and the girl leaned quietly on his shoulder. The two of them stared at the red roses together and sang the hottest song in a low voice.
"You are a beautiful flower, a flower that intoxicates me. When you come to this world, you are destined to blend into everything about me. We sing and dance happily, deep in the spring garden, remembering each other and engraving it in our body and mind forever.
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Singing the simplest love song, flames rose from Shulot's heart and burned into every corner of his body. He pulled the girl forcefully, let her sit on his lap, looked at those bright eyes, and asked
Kiss hard and deep.
Alyssa blinked slyly. She leaned forward, hugged the boy tightly again, put her head on his broad shoulder, blew into the boy's ears, and let the other person's breath blow through the sensitive ears.
tip.
Shulot was stunned for a moment. His mind calmed down a little, but his heart started to beat violently. The same was true for the girl. Silently, the two of them connected heart to heart, feeling each other's heartbeats, and forgot about time.
After a long time, Shulot looked into the girl's eyes again and asked softly.
"Alyssa, what are you doing sitting in the garden? Waiting for me?"
There was a blush on the girl's face. She lowered her head slightly, as well-behaved as a deer.
"No. In the morning I took Chimalpilly to play in the garden. We were watching the butterflies flying and listening to the swifts singing. I also told him stories about our ancestors. But not long ago, the guards and nanny took Chimalpilly away.
After taking it away, I sat on the grass alone and sang."
Shulot was slightly startled and frowned slightly. Chimalpili, Avitt's three-year-old legitimate son, was taken away. The young man closed his eyes and suppressed the fluctuations in his heart. At this moment, he didn't want to think about the world.
I just want to feel the beauty quietly.
Seeing the boy's expression, Alyssa thought for a while. She took the initiative to hug the boy, and the soft touch penetrated into the boy's heart with a faint fragrance.
Shulot smiled and leaned close to the girl's long hair.
"Alyssa, my thrush, what are you thinking about when you sing?"
Hearing this, the girl lowered her head and her expression darkened.
"I miss my mother a little bit."
Hulot's heart ached, and he stretched out his arms with pity and hugged the girl tightly. The two hugged each other tightly. After a while, the boy asked softly in the other's ear.
"Then do you miss me?"
"Well, yes."
"how many?"
"...Well, my heart is full!"
Shulot's heart was pounding. He held the girl's shoulders, lowered his head again, and tried to kiss the person in front of him.
Alyssa blushed completely. She subconsciously reached out her hand and put it in front of her lips, and the boy kissed her palm.
"Oh, it's so embarrassing! There are so many people watching."
Hearing this, Shulot was stunned. He turned around and looked around. Across the garden, the guards in the distance stood solemnly, as if they were statues. On the two-story palace a hundred meters away, the dark cloth of the gods was
The curtains fluttered in the wind, but there was no one there either.
The young man was looking around distractedly when he felt a slip in his hand and a light touch on his leg. When he turned around, he saw that the girl had fled away like a breeze, leaving only a faint fragrance.
Shulot looked at his hands, feeling disappointed in his heart. His thoughts changed slightly, and he smiled slightly. Next time, bring the lovely Avelot and let Alyssa hold her in her arms, so that she can't run away.
The breeze continued to blow far away, falling onto the two floors in the distance. It blew up the god's curtain again, and as I walked past the thick wooden wall, I suddenly saw two tall figures.
Behind the curtain and wooden wall, Avitt was wearing casual home clothes. He looked at everything in the garden with a calm smile, his eyes full of tenderness.
Behind him, Gillim frowned slightly. The wounds on his shoulders had been carefully bandaged, but they still hurt slightly. Between his ears, there were black and red blood scabs. They had already been powdered, but they were fine at this time.
Seeing this scene, the intelligence officer had a headache. He pondered slightly and spoke in a low voice.
"Your Majesty, even though your Highness is..."
Avitt looked back calmly, shaking his head slowly but firmly, his eyes still gentle.
Gillim remained silent. The best option could not be followed, so he could only suggest the next option. He pondered slightly and spoke slowly again.
"Your Majesty, I have been thinking about it for a long time in the past few days, and I have come up with a way to get the best of both worlds."
The king looked at the intelligence officer with scrutiny in his eyes.
Gillim's heart trembled, and he bowed his head and answered respectfully.
"According to this method, if everything goes well, it will not only eliminate the threat, but also satisfy all parties and leave the princess with a hopeful future."
Avitt leaned forward slightly, and the intelligence officer came closer and listened to the story.
"...and so and so."
The king's eyes were dark at first, then bright, and finally nodded solemnly. He looked at Gillim up and down again, and asked with a thoughtful smile.
"Gillim, you have good intentions. Why is that? But you have a public heart?"
"Your Majesty, you can learn from the gods!"
The intelligence officer solemnly met the king's gaze without hesitation.
Avitt's expression remained unchanged and he just continued to wait.
"I swear by the ancestors of the royal family!"
Gillim bowed his head solemnly and saluted, recalling in his mind the faces of his ancestors.
Hearing this sentence, Avitt smiled and said nothing. He looked at the rose garden again, and Shulot had disappeared. And his lovely daughter floated back like a cloud. In the palace and garden, again
There was silence, and the long wind came back quietly, blowing the girl's long hair.
In the spring garden, Alyssa pulled up her hair and sat quietly in front of the white roses. The girl held her cheeks in her hands and stared blankly at the sky, her thoughts in the distance.
In the distance, in the vast sky and earth, the sun is rising. But the white clouds are drifting away.
