throne fire

There was an unpacked letter on the deerskin cushion of the desk. It was the royal pen letter of the King of Atlantis. Soga unfolded it tremblingly. Affecting his judgment on the content, it seems that Lance King has already started to prepare for his son to return to the country.

At this moment, there were footsteps coming from outside the study, Suo Jia put the letter back to the original place, he faced the door with his hands behind his back, when the door was pushed open by the servant, he showed a bright smile and saluted the oncoming man, "Royal Father .”

Ram looked at his son shrewdly, and then glanced at the desk, "For God's sake, you didn't touch my things, did you?"

"Of course not." Suo Jia stepped back so that Ram could sit at the table.

"How is the recent class going?" Ram paid attention to him like all loving fathers trying to understand their sons.

"Dulakadze is a good teacher, he has done his best, and I have done my best."

Ram smiled with satisfaction. He had already learned about his son's progress in learning from the teacher, but that was not enough to fill his head. What he had to learn was far greater than these, "You will be eight years old next year, I I want Durakadze to accompany you to Bishaman, where you can study systematically."

"It's a great honor, but can I bring my companion?"

"No, son, these lessons are designed just for you, and no one can participate except you."

"What about Aslan?" Soga hurriedly asked.

"Ah, I forgot," Lahm handed the letter on the table to Suo Jia, "His father wants him to return home early."

"You agree?"

"No, son, this matter has to be decided by the priest in red."

"The red priest? Why?"

"They want to reveal the oracle. If the oracle says that he can return to China early, then of course everyone is happy. If the oracle indicates that he must stay for three years, then there is nothing we can do."

"When will they reveal the oracle?"

"It should be soon. I think Lance King is more eager to wait for the answer than we are."

Suo Jia smiled awkwardly, he concealed his loss, but Ram still saw a clue in his eyes, "He is the eldest son of King Lance, he has his own mission, just like you have your own mission, If the two of you have the same goal, I think we will meet again one day." Speaking of this, Ram's expression softened a bit, and he felt like a father, "One more thing, your mother is pregnant Yes, she will tell you herself later."

Suo Jia finally understood where his father's joy came from today, he hurriedly nodded, "I'm going to visit my mother." After finishing speaking, he opened the door and walked out.

When the prince came to the queen's palace, Aslan was already waiting there, which surprised Suo Jia.

"The queen called me," explained Aslan.

Suo Jia didn't speak, he walked into the reception room first.This rare silence lasted over the two children until the queen came in from the lounge.

"Glad you both came."

The children stood up and saluted, and then took their seats.

The atmosphere of the dinner was harmonious. When the queen told the two children that she was pregnant, Aslan was sincerely happy for her, while Suo Jia remained silent. As a mother, the queen thought that her son's silence today was because of rejection of the new life But she didn't know that Suo Jia's silence was actually something else.

During the meal, the queen cleverly expressed her love to Suo Jia, she wanted him to accept this new brother or sister as soon as possible, but Suo Jia was not very motivated, he was either thoughtful or melancholy and silent.

At the end of the dinner, Suo Jia said, "Alan, in your country, do girls have the right to inherit?"

These words surprised the two people at the table. Aslan looked at the queen, and she gestured for all the servants to retreat.

After a long time, Aslan said, "Yes, but it is more difficult for a princess to succeed than ascend to heaven."

“How come you see?”

"Their brothers will try their best to marry them off to ensure that they lose their right to inherit the throne." After speaking, Aslan fell into deep thought. He had heard that his father ascended to the throne through this method. Encouraging his own imperial sister to elope with a troubadour.Aslan didn't want to believe this was true, because the child's peculiar sense of right and wrong made him feel that it was an embarrassment to his family.

"If the gods give me a younger sister, I will try my best to make her a queen. Don't you think this is more challenging than letting yourself be on the throne?" Suo Jia's unrestrained words made the queen a little overwhelmed, and she carefully advised , "Son, don't try to make enemies with the men of the entire Mu Dynasty."

Half a year passed quickly, and there was still no news from the Tesoda Temple. Aslan's early return to the country was repeatedly stranded. By then, the three-year hostage career was coming to an end. To Aslan, this was just a matter of time. The difference, and this last time in Mudu made him feel cherished.

One night, the queen rarely came to the prince's palace to tell bedtime stories for the two children. The early pregnancy reaction kept her staying in her palace to rest. Now, her belly has bulged, and in a few months she will face childbirth.

"Gula is cruel?" The mother's story tonight disappointed Soga, who had always loved the founding king so much.

"At least the war he launched cannot be called a war. A war is only established when the strength of both sides is equal. If one side is weaker, it is a massacre. His methods at that time were very rough, and there was a kind of eagerness for success, but we can't erase it. His contribution." The queen stroked Suo Jia's forehead, "The current world structure is different from that at that time, and Ramgaran is more worthy of your reference."

Suojia pouted, Jialan, Jialan, he finally understood why most men don't like Jialan, because he is so loved by women, "If he is not the son of Gula, if his father He's nothing if he doesn't make the world for him."

Looking at her unconvinced son, the queen smiled, "My little Ram, it is not difficult to conquer a piece of land, the difficult thing is how to get it without losing it."

"Why didn't the Mu Dynasty leave any Jialan sculptures?" At this time, Aslan interrupted the topic.

"Jalam was born in the 12th year of the calendar, died in 161, and lived to be 149 years old. This is the number of years recorded in the official history, but his age in the unofficial history is far more than 300 years old. No one has seen anyone who can live so long. Besides. , He is too far away from us, there are records that Jialan possesses the power of immortality, and he has never aged since he was 25." The child in the stomach moved violently, and the queen stroked her belly and said, "It seems that this little Guy wants to exercise, I have to take him out for a walk."

"But it's already dark now." Soga said.

"The fetus doesn't think so." Escorted by the maids, the queen stepped out of the prince's palace.

After the footsteps disappeared, Suo Jia couldn't wait to pull out the world map from under the bed. His sight was like a wolf searching for prey and he shot it back and forth several times. "Those unknown lands must have secrets that we don't know about."

"What do you want to do? Take them all?"

"No," Soga smiled childishly, "I want to know if there are any legendary things in this world, such as the power of eternal life. I even suspect that Ramgaran believes in hidden religion."

"Do you have Jialan's book in your library?"

"The documents of Ram in the past are kept in the Sun Temple, and no one can enter it except the Sun Priest and the Red Priest."

"Who is the sun priest?"

"Ram himself." Speaking of this, Suojia suddenly had an idea. He looked at Atlantis on the map and asked, "Alan, how did your ancestors discover this land?"

"The troubadour said that Atlans was guided by Blue Star to find this land, but you know that the troubadour is not credible, they like to add fuel to the facts."

"Where did he come from before?"

"The sea."

Under the bell tower of Gulan, a young man in white stood proudly in the wind, his long silver hair gathered into a vivid river belt under the moonlight.Looking up at the tall bell tower and the wisteria covered with it, he brushed the smooth vines with his hands, and the vines trembled violently as if being summoned, "Hush," he gently comforted the restless wisterias, "Wait a little longer." Then, a satisfied smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.