The brilliant morning sun rises from the sky, and the morning light floats like golden threads, converging into streaks of morning glow. Shulot and Avitt stood side by side, their pupils reflected the burning red sun, and their chests were filled with distant pride. The two kings did not say goodbye to each other until the sky became completely white and the sun could not be seen directly.
Shulot returned to the big tent. He summoned senior scout Necali and asked in a low voice a few words about last night's progress, then nodded with satisfaction and asked him to prepare for the birth. Then, the young man waved his hand and told Bertard to go rest first. Then he took out a roll of delicate cotton from his arms and unfolded it carefully.
Taking advantage of the sunlight from the zenith, Shulot looked expectantly, and sections of crooked handwriting came into his eyes, with simple paintings interspersed between the sections.
"...Xulot, I haven't seen you for a year! You know, I miss you very much. This is how I look when I miss you..."
Shulot looked carefully and saw at the end of the paragraph that he drew a simple little man sitting on the ground with his legs crossed and a few red roses in front of him. The young man was lost for a moment, then continued reading eagerly.
"...Little Avelot has grown up, half as big as me! It is not afraid of Xiaoqing now. It can fly very fast and bring my thoughts to you... It can fly Very high, very high, until as far away as you... But, after flying, it will always come back to me... You will come back too, right?..."
Shulot blinked. He looked at the simple bird, with a white cloud next to it and a little snake looking up below... His thoughts poured into his heart like a tide.
"...I am now a qualified pharmacist! I can remember the characteristics of hundreds of herbal medicines, I can make many healing potions, and I can also mix happy holy water...My father said that I am a plant. The elf of Shulot, I said, 'No, I am the elf of Shulot.'...Well, my father suddenly became unhappy..."
Seeing this, Shulot laughed out loud, feeling warmth flow in his heart. At the back of this section is a small hand with a green herb in it. When he touched the painting at the end of the paragraph, it was like holding a girl's catkin, with a gentle and delicate touch.
"...I have grown up a bit, and the maids all said that I look very good, like a beautiful white flower... They also said that my body will smell like a flower, but I can't smell it myself. ..Hmm, is this true? Shulot, would you like to come smell me and tell me the answer..."
The boy's heart skipped a beat, and he continued reading, listening to the girl's heart.
"Okay, draw a flower, and then draw a hummingbird... I am a little flower, waiting for you. I want to turn you into a hummingbird, and fly very fast, all the way to my Around me. If a hummingbird lands in a flower, I will wrap him up and he will enter my heart...
...I will also feed him sweet dew, the very sweet kind... Well, if you don't believe it, you can kiss me...
...I also want to look into his eyes, from day to night, like the stars in the sky..."
Shulot forgot to breathe. A strong desire surged in his chest, even making him feel palpitations. He looked at the girl's painting and imagined what she would look like. At this moment, he wanted to turn into an eagle and fly back to the capital city in the lake. He wanted to hold her in his arms and never let go...
After a long time, the young man pursed his lips and read the last epilogue.
"...Xulot, I heard a lot of news about you in the capital...Everyone praised you...I am very happy, but also very worried...The battlefield is very dangerous, and you and your father must be well. !You are the two people I love most in this world...
Before leaving for the war, my father once asked me a terrible question. 'If one of Shulot and I died on the battlefield, who would you choose? '... I was scared, very scared... I told my father, 'If the gods must take away a person, I will choose to sacrifice myself'... My father was silent for a long time... He promised me, He will be fine...Xulot, you have to promise me..."
At the end of the letter are two little samurai figures, one taller holding a weapon in his left hand, the other shorter holding a weapon in his right hand. And among them, there is another simple villain. She held a warrior's hand in each hand, and then a bright smile appeared on her face.
Shulot was silent for a long time. He stared at the painting at the end, at the smile of the villain, and missed the distant person. After a long time, he carefully rolled up the letter again and placed it close to his heart. Then he touched a soft sachet. The boy sniffed the sachet, which contained a faint floral fragrance. He opened it carefully and saw a bunch of hair inside.
Shulot was stunned, slowly lowered his head, and pressed the sachet tightly to his face. After a while, he murmured a promise.
"Yes. You are a flower with fragrance... I promise you... you will be fine with Avitt..."
The sun is shining, the wind is blowing, and spring flowers are blooming in the fields of the Lake District. The promise of the young king will also accompany the flowers and drift in the long river of time~
At the same moment, not far away, on the south wall of Qincongcan City...
"Is this a letter from His Highness Mexica?"
Huitu Puap stood in the corner next to the attic on the city wall, surrounded by only a few trusted warriors and militiamen. He raised the white paper above his head and looked over it carefully under the light of the morning sun.
"Old man Qi, what exactly is written on this?!"
Puap stared blankly for a long time, his eyes widened, and he shouted in a low voice in confusion. He stared at the square words on it, his head as big as a bucket, as if facing the sacred words of a temple priest.
"Sir, that's a very good question! How can I, a militiaman, know the sacred writings of the Mexica people?"
Chihuaco, the old militiaman, smiled, avoided Puap's fist, and then stepped forward and whispered.
"Sir, the noble I met with last night told me... look at this corner! This graphic is the seal of His Highness Mexica."
Puap looked carefully and saw only three neat squares surrounded by a circle of red marks. This is the precious carmine dye.
"Master, look at the pattern under the seal. There are two villains here, and the kneeling villain is you!"
"What? You are the kneeling villain!"
Puap slapped Chihuaco on the shoulder, and the other party grimaced in pain. Since returning to the capital, he has gathered a dozen or twenty trusted warriors, and he is still a noble master. The reinforcements collapsed, and most of the Hummingbird Chief's family warriors were killed, so they paid more attention to the remaining ones. Now, Master Puap is not only responsible for the defense of the south gate of the capital, but also has more than 500 new militiamen assigned to him.
"Master, even if I want to kneel down, I don't have to! Look, the one standing there is His Highness from Mexico. He is holding your hair and conferring a title on you. The yellow robe you are wearing has a long green robe. Feather is the symbol of the second-level hereditary nobility!”
Upon hearing this, Puap's eyes almost lit up. He looked at the picture in the corner greedily, as if he wanted to swallow the letter. After a while, Master Huitu suddenly sighed heavily.
"Alas! My Huitu family has served the Hummingbird family for several generations. All my fathers and ancestors died on the battlefield, and I am still just a low-ranking senior warrior. Until the chief showed mercy, sir, I have only been a military noble for a few months. I don't have to be The nobles and priests are shouting and shouting, but in fact it is nothing... His Highness, Mexica, is a hereditary noble..."
"Sir, aren't you a hereditary noble? It's as tall as a cocoa tree, much taller than a corn stalk! From now on, you will be a great noble of the alliance, and even your son will be a great noble!"
Chihuaco said with a smile, his tone was really envious.
"That's good, that's good...it's just that I'm in a trance right now...the chief is not kind to me after all!..."
Puap sighed as he carefully rolled up the letter paper and put it away close to his body. Then, he stretched out his hand and asked eagerly.
"You said His Highness also gave him a piece of his jade talisman? Where is it? Give it to me quickly!"
Chihuaco smiled coquettishly. He reached out and groped in his arms for a long time before reluctantly pulling out a delicate jade talisman.
"Master, this is a token of contact. Even the nobleman who sent the letter is envious! I heard that with this jade talisman, I can see His Highness in Mexica... You must keep it!"
"nonsense!"
Puap snatched the jade talisman with his hands. He looked carefully at the engraving on the jade, which was also three neat squares, exactly the same as the one on the letter. Master Huitu then beamed with joy, put the jade talisman close to his body, and said with a smile.
"Okay, that's great. Your Highness is so generous! Old man Qi, let me tell you, the money promised is nothing. Is there nothing in this city? Master, I can lead you to get more! ... But only Only by relying on His Highness can we keep what we have obtained..."
Chihuaco nodded in agreement. Then, he put away his smile, looked around, and his old face became serious.
"The Mexicans said they would do it the night after tomorrow."
Puap also stopped laughing. He waved his hand to let the surrounding cronies disperse and asked in a low voice.
"When exactly?"
"After the moon rises in the sky and everyone goes to sleep, a group of elite scouts will enter the city first, followed by a large group of warriors. But the city gate has long been blocked, and it will be a lot of trouble to enter the city... I will go there more Prepare some ropes for climbing the city..."
"Ha, don't worry about that!"
Having said this, Puap showed a proud smile on his face.
"The city wall is very high, and it is easy to be discovered when climbing the city. Old man Qi, you are from the countryside and don't have much knowledge! In fact, there is a secret door in the south city wall. It was originally a passage to facilitate the defenders to attack, but later it became a smuggling businessman. A secret way into the city. Ha, there are not many people who know the secret door. Master, I am one of them. My father made a fortune doing this! As soon as I returned to the city, I sent a few warriors to the south. The secret door of the wall is in your hands.”
"Ah, the secret door? Where is it? Master, I guard the city wall every day and I don't see any loopholes!"
"Stupid! If it can be seen by others, can it be a secret door? Of course there are arrangements inside and outside, and only one person can pass through. But recently, there have been several warriors from noble families who have been hanging around the secret door... .It seems that there are quite a few people who have this idea, so I can’t delay it any longer..."
"As for the South City Gate, it was me, the master, who personally led you to block it. When I was doing the work, I spared a hand, and only the outermost layer was blocked. As long as there are enough people, it can be blocked in just a quarter of an hour. Get it open inside!"
"Master is really wise!"
Hearing this, Chihuaco bowed in admiration, with a smile on his old face. Then, he seemed to have thought of something and asked in a low voice.
"Manpower is a problem. I only have about thirty people I can trust. Most of them are militiamen who lived and died together during the last expedition, as well as some old brothers from the same hometown. Master, how many people do you have?"
Hearing this, Puap smiled awkwardly.
"What difference should we make between you and me... There are not many people in the family, and I dare not call out many of my old acquaintances, for fear of leaking the news... I have about twenty reliable people on hand, all of whom are samurai."
The two raised their heads and stared at each other for a moment. In this big city with tens of thousands of people, more than fifty people are really insignificant and not worth mentioning. After a while, it was the old militiaman who spoke first.
"Master, don't worry, you have five hundred militiamen under your command! The villagers don't have much to worry about. They were all recruited to defend the city. In the past two days, let's entertain them with good food and wine. The night after tomorrow, we'll wait for Mexico As soon as the scouts enter the city, we will control the militia, and then we will fight together! Once the city gate is opened and the large group of warriors enter the city, there will be nothing to worry about!"
After listening to the encouragement of the old militiamen, Puap nodded vigorously.
"Old man Qi, you are good at doing militia work. Come with me these two days too!"
"Okay!...Master, actually I have another idea...when the Mexicans enter the city and there is chaos everywhere...we..."
After listening to Chihuaco's words, Puap leaned against the pavilion on the city wall, sulking his head and saying nothing. The sun shone on the pavilion, casting long shadows and covering the face of the dusty warrior.
"master?"
Chihuaco's eyes flickered and he asked tentatively.
After a long while, Puap took a long breath, and his voice seemed to come from the deep abyss.
"It's up to you! Alas, the three gods forgive..."
The low voice dispersed into the wind and fell into Chihuaco's ears. The old militiaman shook the bronze spear in his hand, with a faint smile on his lips. He raised his head and looked at the bright sun in the sky. The sunlight fell on his face, gradually spreading out and spreading into a deep smile.
"Master, you are wrong. It is the blessing of the Lord God."
