The Fall of the Golden Empire (Novel) (Volume 1) "Bloody Sunset" by Zhang Baotong
Emperor Wayna Kapac had been lying in the Ziyuan Pavilion that smelled of sandalwood for seven or eight days. Since his condition worsened, he has had a high fever for several days, his body is hot and cold, he feels very bad about himself, and he has constant nightmares. He knew that he was terminally ill with the plague, and even if the priests in the city prayed for him all day long, it would not help. Even the best wizard in the palace was helpless. Therefore, a feeling that the end is near and that there is not much time left invades and troubles him all the time.
He regretted that he should not have come to Ziyuan Pavilion to have fun, especially since he had been ill for many days and had not recovered. He should not have forgotten everything and indulged in wantonness. He should have known this truth, and because of his illness, he had not been close to women for a long time. Although the two beauties Yina and Wuga were by his side all day long, he had no urge to indulge at all, not even the slightest thought. After all, he was already an old man in his fifties. However, when he saw Xiuwei, it was as if he had seen the stunningly beautiful Princess Paria for the first time after conquering the Kingdom of Quito. He was intoxicated by a passion and impulse he hadn't experienced in many years. , dizzy, seeming to have forgotten everything.
At that time, although he was a little drunk, he was sober. This drunkenness not only did not make him ignore the existence of the beauty, but made his attraction and infatuation even higher. He and his new beauty were enjoying themselves endlessly on the bed, and he felt as if he had returned to his strong and powerful youth and entered the paradise world of male and female love. As the king of the Inca Empire, he owned everything in the entire empire, so apart from beauties, he really didn't know what else he liked and needed.
And Xiuwei is a very discerning and scheming girl. She is not only charming and dedicated to using emotions, but she is also clever with her words and speaks softly, which can cater to his wishes. She aroused his passion and desire with her warmth and beauty, but did not let him be too tired or indulged in lust. Seeing that he was a little tired, she hugged him and lay quietly, and also relaxed and massaged him from time to time, coaxing him to slow down. Fall asleep slowly. When he woke up at noon the next day, he saw her dressed in plain clothes and wearing a brand new dress, as if she was a new person. At this time, she helped him sit on the bed, put a piece of camel velvet on him, then brought breakfast to the bed and fed him bit by bit.
While he was devouring pig's trotters and potatoes, he was admiring this young and beautiful beauty, savoring her white and smooth skin and her body odor that exuded the faint scent of meat. In the Palace of Virgins, there are more than 1,500 women waiting for him to call at any time, and he has slept with countless women in his life. However, there are only a handful of women who really make him lingering, pathos, and deeply obsessed with him. There are only a few of them, but the woman named Xiuyi is truly a beauty in the world.
Looking at and thinking about this, he couldn't help but feel a lingering obsession and love in his heart. Without thinking about eating more, he eagerly pulled the beauty onto the bed, took off her clothes, and wanted to be with her again. Carnival pleasure. He regarded her as the Princess Palia of the past, but he was no longer the Emperor Wayna Capak of the past. He went through many difficulties with her, but he felt deeply powerless. This made him feel very embarrassed, because the Inca people had the custom and tradition of worshiping phalluses. In front of many temples, you can see two giant stone phalluses rising from the ground and towering into the sky to symbolize The Inca Empire flourished. Therefore, for Inca men, if their penis is not good enough, they are ashamed to be men. Because even if the dead Sapa Inca was made into a mummy, a woman would still have to sleep with him every night. The scene before him made him, the supreme Inca king, not only embarrassed, but also felt an extreme panic that he had never experienced before. But no, if he really died, even if there were thousands of virgins in the palace, and they were all as beautiful as flowers and jade, what would it mean to him?
So he asked someone to boil the coca leaves into a medicinal soup, and drank a large can of it like wine, in order to increase his physical strength and ignite his passion. This method really worked, and when I indulged in the carnival with the beauty, I felt like I had endless strength in my body. However, it was this extreme indulgence and carnival regardless of his condition and life that accelerated the deterioration of his condition.
After he indulged several times in a row, he felt that all the strength in his body was exhausted, and he fell into a coma and fell asleep as if he had lost consciousness. I don't know how long I slept before I started to feel something vaguely. However, this feeling was very bad. I was a little tired, sleepy, hot and cold, and extremely thirsty, especially on my face and body. Burning pain from needle prick.
He wanted to drink water, but he couldn't scream because he was so sleepy and awake. Fortunately, the smart and sensible Xiuwei brought him a large glass of water and fed him to drink it. But after his extreme thirst was relieved, he clearly felt cold and hot again. When it's hot, I sweat all over my body and the felt is soaked through. When it's cold, my whole body feels chilly, as if the cold wind is biting my bones. So, he shouted cold. Xiu'er covered him with a felt. However, he still felt cold. Xiuwei thought that he was old and lacked firepower, so she got into bed to warm him up.
Soon, his body began to heat up, and the heat made him feel hot all over. He was sweating profusely, and soon the felt was soaked through. Xiuwei changed the felt, but not long after, the felt was soaked with his sweat again. At this time, Xiuwei discovered that he was ill. In fact, he had known for a long time that he was ill, and that he was seriously ill. However, he was really tired, weak, breathless, and always in a comatose state. He couldn't say anything or shout out.
The diagnosis given by Wizard Kachaba was somewhat beyond his expectation, but it did not panic him, because the recent nightmares and ominous omens had always made him feel like a disaster was coming. Kachaba's diagnosis seems to be confirmation of this omen and nightmare.
In order to relieve the king's headache, Kachapa used a sharp stone needle clamped on a wooden stick to prick the king's nose above the eyebrows to let the blood inside flow out. Then, he flicked the blood vessels with his fingers. It can relieve the pain of punctured blood vessels. Some blood flowed from the blood vessels between his eyebrows, which made the king's headache feel better. Then, Kachaba soaked several kinds of white grass roots like radishes in water, mashed the grass roots, poured wine into the medicine and let the king drink it. Then let the king lie down in the sun. So that the heat of the sun can help exert the medicinal power. After a while, the king felt paralyzed and dizzy, as if there were ants crawling all over his body, indicating that the medicine was already taking effect.
After the king took the medicine, he lay in bed and fell into a deep sleep all day long. Either he was plagued by nightmares or it was pitch black and chaotic. These hallucinations and dreams are either the fear of death or the reappearance of the past. Maybe it's because I've had so many nightmares that I'm used to it, so I don't feel so scared anymore. Perhaps it was because he knew that his days were numbered and his return date was not far away, so the reappearance of the past did not make him feel too much regret or sadness. As the supreme Inca king, he already had all the delicacies, treasures and beauties in the world, so what else could make him fall in love with them?
That afternoon, he had a dream. He dreamed that he was hunting in a forest. Deep in the forest, he saw a beautiful young deer and a fawn grazing peacefully on the grass in the forest. Then he approached quietly and killed him with his bow and arrow. However, the young deer discovered him and fled towards the forest with the young deer. So, he chased after him. When they arrived at a small stream, the deer was shot by him with an arrow because it was running slowly and was injured. He chased and captured the fawn, but the fawn ran away across the creek. Just as he was walking back from the forest with the captured deer, he heard a familiar cry faintly coming from not far away. So, he walked towards the sound and saw a stunningly beautiful young woman crying and looking for something. He walked over and took a look, and was startled to see that this stunningly beautiful young woman was his beloved concubine Palia. At this time, Princess Palia was like a fairy descending from the sky, wearing a pure white and elegant dress, with long black hair flowing in the wind. In the rose-colored halo of the forest, she presented an extremely beautiful and stunning appearance. He couldn't help but rushed over and hugged the beauty, and asked, "My beloved concubine, why are you crying?" The princess replied, "I'm looking for my son." He was startled and asked, "My king What's wrong with him?" The princess replied, "He was shot with a bow and arrow." He felt strange that what he just shot was a deer, how could it be Prince Atahualpa? So, he pointed to the fawn that was thrown away not far away and asked, "Is that our prince?" The princess walked over to take a look, picked up the injured fawn and cried loudly, "My son." Oh, you are so pitiful!"
A feeling of extreme regret and guilt suddenly woke him up from his dream. He opened his eyes in horror, only to find Princess Palia sitting beside his bed, sobbing silently. And his beloved son, Prince Atahualpa, sat beside his mother. He couldn't figure out what this dream meant, but he felt that he owed something to the mother and son.
