The night wind blows, and the candlelight flickers in the wind, illuminating the murals of gods. The side hall is deep, and darkness floats outside the firelight, swallowing up the corners of the walls. The candlelight burns silently, the light and shadow swaying forward and back, and the gods on the murals are like fresh flowers.
live.
Shulot sat in silence, waiting quietly, as if he had something to say. He raised his head and glanced at the mural in the side hall. The main god in the center was still shining brightly under the candlelight. The god of death in the corner was already hidden.
In the darkness, a long red tongue stuck out.
"Huh? I fell asleep?"
High Priest Shuter suddenly opened his eyes. He shook his head. His eyes were cloudy for a while before they regained their clarity. He was old, had low energy, and had been tired for a whole day. He really couldn't hold on. What he just said
I was sleeping and suddenly fell asleep. Fortunately, the summer night was very warm, so I didn’t have to worry about catching a cold.
"Grandpa, please rest early...please take care of yourself!"
Shulot stretched out his hand and held his grandfather's cold old hand, with worry in his eyes.
"It's okay."
The high priest smiled and shook his grandson's hand. With warmth in his eyes, he spoke softly.
"Xulot, my child, do you need anything else?"
Shulot was about to shake his head when he saw the map on the table. He pondered for a while and then asked for it.
"Grandfather...the map information of the alliance, if it is convenient..."
"Yes. I will ask someone to compile a copy of the alliance information in the hands of the high priests."
The high priest suddenly understood. He smiled slightly and nodded in agreement.
"In the name of the Eastern Expedition, I will hand it over to you. Just in case..."
Xiuluo nodded. Many of the alliance's records are wood board drawings and stone carvings on sacrificial plates, which are stored in various temples. It is difficult to copy them quietly. If it is in the name of the Eastern Expedition, it will be much more convenient.
"Any more?"
"That's all for now. Grandpa, there is no need to rush..."
"Um."
Hearing this, the high priest nodded calmly with a smile on his lips.
"Xulot, I'm going to sleep first."
"Grandpa, I'm here to help you rest."
Shulot stood up and helped his grandfather up. The two stood side by side, one taller and one shorter, facing the candlelight on the wall. When the high priest saw the candlelight, he paused and regained his composure.
"Let's go."
"good!"
Hulot supported his grandfather and walked out of the side hall. Before leaving, he suddenly looked back. At some point, the low candle had completely burned out and turned into green smoke in the wind, leaving only a few traces of ash.
"The candle...went out."
Shulot lowered his eyes and suppressed the uneasiness in his heart. He helped his grandfather sleep, and then quietly exited the house. The long night was silent, evoking distant thoughts, making people unintentional to sleep. Alone and alone, looking up at the stars in the sky, it was like this
Brilliant.
After a long time, a low sigh came faintly, with a somewhat incomprehensible meaning.
"Who in the world... can live forever?..."
In the next two days, Xiulote went to the priest's hall regularly to assist his grandfather in handling the alliance's religious affairs, and often met with the priests and elders. According to his grandfather's instructions, he openly maintained etiquette and did not submit to any elders.
Too dense.
The temple guards arrested them for two days, and all the dozen Tlacopan nobles who participated in the rebellion were arrested, and no one escaped. Afterwards, a severe trial was held in the temple of the Temple of Death.
The high priests and the royal center reached an agreement: rebels must be punished by God, and everything must be severe, severe, and extensive. We must take this opportunity to completely wipe out the centrifugal noble forces in Tlacopan.
Within three days, the alliance's trial came to a conclusion. The leading three noble families sacrificed all their male members to cut off the aristocratic heritage and were removed from the temple records. The remaining dozen or so noble families sacrificed their adult males and their families.
The children were exiled to the Western Kingdom.
The entire aristocratic forces west of Lake Texcoco will be completely purged. The number of exiles set by the high priests is a shocking 20,000 people!
The shocking news spread rapidly, attracting everyone's attention. The great nobles of various states were uneasy and fearful. The wave of alliance centralization reform was coming one after another, changing the past hundreds of thousands of years.
tradition. And the capital city in the lake is like the center of the storm, constantly brewing new storms!
July passed in the storm, and August came quietly in the wind and rain. On this day, Shulot finally found some free time and went to the noble area to meet with the deputy commander of the Eagle Legion, who was also his own
Father, Shusok.
"Xulot, my son, you are here!"
Shusoke was wearing a loose Chinese robe and stood at the door of the wide-open mansion. He was smiling, opened his arms, and gave his son a warm hug.
"Haha, son, let me take a good look! Well, he is taller than me, and he looks more and more heroic. He has the grace of me when I was young!"
"Dear father, I send my regards to you! The Lord God bless you and I wish you good health!"
Shulot bowed and hugged his father, whom he had not seen for a long time. The last time they were separated was at the Huayamo Fortress in the north of Qincongcan. Two and a half years have passed, and his father has become thinner and thinner... Hmm
?wrong...
"Father...you..."
Shulot opened his eyes wide and touched his father's body in surprise. Under the loose robe was strong and thick fat, completely covering up the once angular muscles. He took a closer look at his father's face, his cheeks were round and round.
I am slightly chubby and have an obvious double chin when I smile.
"Haha, life in the capital is relatively... leisurely. When you are free, the jaguar turns into a brown bear."
Shusoke laughed at himself and shook his head. Then, he took his most outstanding eldest son and led him excitedly into the mansion.
"Come on, come on, Shulot, you came just in time today..."
Shulot followed his father, walking non-stop all the way through the main hall in the front yard and heading straight to the back house where he lived. Just when he was a little confused, the words that came to his ears made him stagger and almost fall.
On the ground.
"My son, your youngest brother, is exactly one year old this month! Come here and ask him to call you brother..."
This chapter is not finished yet, please click on the next page to continue reading the exciting content! After seeing his little brother who was just one year old, Shulot was finally able to sit upright and have a good chat with his father. He talked about the kingdom.
Governance, the battles in the north and south, and the dangers encountered and the current situation of the commander of the Orosh Army were also mentioned.
Shusok listened carefully and looked at his heroic eldest son with a look of relief and pride.
"Xulot, my son, I am so proud to see you so heroic!"
Then, he patted his belly with emotion.
"As for me... As soon as I entered the royal capital, I felt rich and comfortable. In the past two years, let alone fighting with the enemy, I didn't even kill a turkey with my own hands... Even the bows on the walls were covered with
Dust..."
For more than two years, although Shusok has been the deputy commander of the Eagle Legion, he has not been able to do much practical work. He does not have a direct guard battalion in his hands. In addition to serving as the king's guard during various ceremonies,
There was nothing else serious to do.
There was no serious business, but a lot of idle things. Every now and then, the nobles of the royal capital would invite him, either to enjoy singing and dancing, or to go out for a garden tour. When the mood got up, everyone would drink, sing, and recite poetry.
The Mexican nobles highly respected poetry, and the older lords would recite poems after banquets. The status of poets among civilians was much higher than that of musicians and dancers. With a few poems from unknown sources, Xiu Xiu
Sock was also known as the "Poet of Glory" among the great nobles.
King Avit was also very kind to him, giving him gifts from time to time, and also rewarded many beauties from various countries. In desperation, Shusok had no choice but to work hard day and night to give Shulot a few more brothers and sisters...
"Father, when it comes to feasting and having fun, you still need to exercise moderation!"
After listening to his father's story, Shulot pursed his lips and warned in a low voice.
"Even if you have nothing to do in the army, you can practice martial arts every day and polish your body."
"Well, son, don't worry."
Shusoke smiled and shook his head slightly.
"These are all your grandfather's instructions...I am forced to enjoy myself!..."
Hearing this, Shulot was startled. He thought of his skinny grandfather, and then looked at his plump father. After a while, he nodded slowly.
"...I see. Father, thank you for your hard work..."
"Ha ha!"
The father and son laughed at each other. The hearty laughter echoed in the courtyard, then stopped suddenly and turned into wordless silence. After a while, Shusok patted his son on the shoulder and said with emotion.
"My son, come drink with me today and you won't come home until you're drunk!"
"Okay! Don't you dare disobey me!"
The bamboo flute was brisk, the music was dancing, and the hearty feast lasted until late at night, only to end with Xiu Suoke's drunkenness.
In the main hall, the firelight was warm. Shulot put a thin blanket on his father, looked at his smiling mouth, and sighed softly.
"The eagle has entered the cage...Father, you have worked hard..."
Afterwards, Xuellot stood up and left, not staying in the mansion for long. Under the protection of Bertard, he walked lightly and simply into the dark night and returned to the high priest's mansion.
During these days in the capital, he would live with his grandfather, discuss some arrangements nearby, and spend more time with his elderly grandfather.
The High Priest's Mansion was heavily guarded, with several layers of patrolling warriors inside and outside, guarding against the assassination of certain nobles. Shulot entered the mansion with ease. It was already dark, and he did not bother his grandfather anymore, but went to his own courtyard.
.
"Your Highness, there is someone in front of you!"
Halfway through, Bertard suddenly made a sound, and his expression became solemn. He took a vigilant step forward and blocked Xilot behind him. Then, the warrior captain narrowed his sharp eyes and slowly pulled out the gun from his waist.
Bronze sword, pointing diagonally forward.
"Um?"
Shulot was a little surprised. He followed the direction the bronze sword pointed, and then recognized a black figure in the shadow of the torch behind the courtyard wall.
The figure was motionless, standing in an extremely clever position. With the eye-catching firelight in front, it completely merged with the shadows behind, and even the sound of breathing could not be heard. Shulot had experienced battles and was considered an outstanding warrior, but if
It wasn't for Bertard's reminder that he didn't notice it at all...
"Who are you?"
Shulot frowned slightly and had some guesses in his mind. To be able to appear in this way in the heavily guarded high priest's mansion...
Seeing the reaction of the two people, the still figure seemed to come alive in an instant. She walked a few steps silently and came under the torch outside the courtyard, but there was a woman in black. The woman was wearing a face-covering cloak and a
He wears a black short coat and silent cloth shoes at his feet. In order to facilitate movement, the black clothes are tightly gathered, outlining exquisite and graceful curves, and like a tightened funnel.
"Greetings to you, Your Highness Shulot."
Under the vigilant gaze of the warrior commander, the woman in black walked silently. After a few steps, she bowed her head and greeted Shulot. Her voice was as low as smoke, low and full of confidence. Then, the woman in black stretched out her hand and slowly
He lifted up his cloak, revealing a gorgeous and elegant face.
Shulot's eyes moved. He looked at the woman in front of him, and seemed to see the beautiful and moving stone lotus blooming in the darkness on a moonlit night.
The woman in black calmly stretched out her hand, took out the jade talisman of the high priest, and threw it to the still vigilant warrior captain. Then, her eyes moved, and she looked at Shulot's handsome face. She suddenly smiled charmingly and bowed in salute.
"Your Highness, from today on, I will be your shadow slave... I will always be by your side, protect your safety, obey all your will, and meet any of your needs... I will be in your name.
