The birds flew away, accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun. The world is vast, and all kinds of frost are free. The torrent of history is always as majestic as heaven and earth, rushing towards the end of time, and it never knows where it will end. The heroes are just riding on the wind, looking for the opportunity and trajectory to fly, floating in the air, hoping to become immortals.
Shulot put his hands behind his back and looked up at the flying birds. The young man's face showed vicissitudes that were inappropriate for his age. Whatever I see in one day, like the dancing light, will remain in my heart forever. It seems that the passing years have passed, accompanied by five thousand years of war and fighting, which people will never forget.
The setting sun gradually sets, and the sunset glow blooms with its last brightness, like falling cherry blossoms, with the withered beauty of a samurai. It wasn't until the bright red filled Shulot's eyes that he watched the old sunset with sadness, as if the era was fading away.
The young man's thoughts wandered back to the Nine Heavens and fell into the Nine Abyss. He smiled generously, experiencing 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 general trend of history. Until the fields are lush and green, until 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 ideas to innovation, from production to technology, from politics to society, diligent farmers need to cultivate carefully. He always wields the 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 at the 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 coming, and a new fire has been lit. In the Temple of God, the warriors had just lit a bonfire. The flickering light of the fire cut through the evening sky, and the light in front of them was brighter than the distant stars and moon. In the light of the fire, everyone gathered around His Highness the Wisdom, standing silently and 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 civilian craftsmen in the South District get ready. Tomorrow morning, I will come back to see their progress."
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 boy quietly. He smiled happily, his face changed. In the past few days, His Highness has been busy running around, like the new wind blowing through the capital, sternly supervising, and as cold as the dewdrops in the morning. But at this time, his gentle smile was as thick as a mountain, and like the young sun.
The dewdrops moisten the earth and taste cold and sweet. The sun shines on all things, and where it is ruthless, it makes the world burn. Rising from the earth and rising to the sky, this is what a king should do. The light shines on the world, so what if you are lonely!
Shulot seemed to feel something, and he looked at the warrior commander. Bertard knelt down on one knee and saluted, as if he had met him for the first time. The two faced each other for a moment, and the boy calmly reached out his hand and stroked the warrior's long hair. The surrounding warriors looked at each other for a moment and knelt down to salute without hesitation.
All this is like a silent picture, frozen in the long night. The remaining fire has spanned 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 fell into a deep sleep. He was very relaxed, and even his sleeping posture was calm and peaceful. Early 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 while it's still early, I'll go see my beloved first!"
Bertard nodded calmly. The two took off their sweat-soaked military uniforms, put on clean white plain robes, and left in light clothes.
Arriving at the Royal Palace of Montezuma, 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 commander and guards.
Shulot smiled and nodded, waving his hand to stop the warrior commander. Bertard thought for a moment, then obeyed the order and waited quietly outside the door.
The young man strode in, 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 King's Palace to handle government affairs."
Shulot didn't take it seriously. He smiled slightly and walked straight to the rose garden inside.
Not long after, the young man walked into the garden and saw the spring coming lightly, with colorful purples and reds everywhere he landed, and the pleasant fragrance of flowers. Not far away, the breeze blows from afar, bringing the girl's soft song. The pure singing voice flies in the sky and earth, like clouds falling on the earth, and falls into the heart of the young man.
"In the garden of roses I began to sing.
Flowers bloomed all over the earth, and songs filled the sky.
Will he hear it? Will it shake the flower-decorated 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 boy stopped and listened to the spring song of Coyote Nezabal, the poet king of Texcoco. In the girl's mouth, there was a slight change, as if the clouds were molded into a heart shape and blended with deep longing.
“On the spring flowers is the song of the thrush, sparkling 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 under Alyssa's surprised eyes, he took hold of her soft hand, held her in his arms, and refused to let go. The two of them were dressed in white, melting into the sky like white clouds.
After a long time, the young man looked at the girl, with deep intensity in his eyes. The girl lowered her head slightly to avoid the burning gaze, but heard a gentle singing voice. That is the second part of the Song of Spring, and it is 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 rose, but still held Shulot's hand.
The young man 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 into 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... .”
Singing the simplest love song, flames rose from Shulot's heart and burned into every corner of his body. He pulled the girl hard, let her sit on his lap, looked into her bright eyes, and kissed her hard and deeply.
Alyssa blinked slyly. She leaned forward, hugged the boy tightly again, put her head on his broad shoulder, blew into the boy's ear, and let the other person's breath blow through the sensitive ear tips.
Shulot was stunned for a moment. His mind calmed down a little, but his heart started beating violently. The same goes for girls. Silently, the two of them were in tune with each other, feeling each other's heartbeats and forgetting 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? Are you 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. Chimalpilly? Avitt's three-year-old legitimate son? Take away? The young man closed his eyes and suppressed the fluctuation in his heart. At this moment, he didn't want to think about the world, he just wanted to feel the beauty quietly.
Seeing the boy's expression, Alyssa thought for a while. She took the initiative to hug the boy, and her 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."
Shulot's heart ached, and he stretched out his arms compassionately and hugged the girl tightly. The two hugged each other tightly. After a while, the young man asked softly in the other person's ear.
"Then did 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, looking away like statues. On the two-story palace a hundred meters away, dark god-like curtains fluttered in the wind, and it was also empty.
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 gust of breeze, leaving only a faint fragrance behind.
Shulot looked at his hands, feeling disappointed. His thoughts turned slightly, and he smiled slightly. Next time, bring the lovely Avelot and let Alyssa hold her in her arms, so she won’t be able to run away.
The breeze continued to blow far away, falling onto the two floors in the distance. It blew the god's curtain again, walked past the thick wooden wall, and suddenly saw two tall figures.
Behind the curtains and wooden walls, Avitt was dressed in casual home clothes. He smiled calmly and looked at everything in the garden, his eyes full of tenderness.
Behind him, Gilliam frowned slightly. The wounds on his shoulders have been carefully bandaged, but they still hurt slightly. Between his ears, there were black and red blood scabs. They had already been treated with medicinal powder, but it didn't matter at this time.
Seeing this scene as well, 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.
Gilliam remained silent. The best policy cannot be followed by following the trend, so we can only suggest the worst policy. He pondered slightly and spoke slowly again.
"Your Majesty, I have been thinking about it for a long time these days, and I have come up with a way to get the best of both worlds."
The king stared 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 spoke in his ear.
"...such and such."
The king's eyes were dark at first, then bright, and finally he nodded solemnly. He looked Gillim up and down again and asked with a thoughtful smile.
"Gillim, you have good intentions. Why is this? 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 the faces of his ancestors in his mind.
Upon hearing this, Avitt smiled and said nothing more. He looked at the rose garden again, and Shulot had disappeared. And his lovely daughter floated back like a cloud. The palace and gardens were quiet again, and the long wind quietly came back, 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 with 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 drifted away.
