throne fire

The long and narrow street was stinky and muddy, and the car bumped and finally stopped at the end of the street.

Dilapidated and damp wood was built into the low houses on both sides, as if the houses would collapse when the wind blows.

Suo Jia put down the white curtain and stared back at Durakaze who was facing him.

After getting along in January, he has already understood the temper of the new teacher.He doesn't do anything aimless or waste his precious personal time staring at his students.

"Ready to get out of the car." Durakaze pushed open the car door, stepping on a puddle of mud with his clean shoes.

Suo Jia frowned, not wanting his milky white clothes to be covered with such filth.

The young teacher was standing outside the car door waiting for them tepidly.

Seeing that the stalemate was useless, Aslan stepped out of the elephant car first, "Come on, Suojia, the air outside is not too bad."

Seeing that his companions had already got off the car, Suo Jia reluctantly stepped the new pair of shoes into the mud.

Durakadze strode forward, and Aslan followed.

Suo Jia looked around.Dull shops, haggard old people, thin young children, thin middle-aged people, unkempt women, they make up the living beings here.

He didn't understand what was going on here that made them both have lustless, dull eyes.It seemed like there was nothing else in the world they could do but breathe.

Stopping in front of a crumbling wooden door, Durakadze knocked on the door, "Taima."

The door opened, and a man wearing a gray apron and a coarse mandarin jacket ran over enthusiastically and hugged Durakadze tightly. He almost became the most vital person on the street, "It's really nice to see you!" Glad, my old friend."

Suo Jia was dumbfounded, and the man was still holding a bloody machete in his hand.He was worried that under his warm embrace, the knife would lose control and stab his amiable and respectable teacher.

"Are you my brother's new students? What a pair of beautiful children." Chopper held the knife in one hand and put the other on his chest to show courtesy.

"What is your knife for?" Suo Jia asked.

"This?" Taima wiped the back of the knife with his fat hand, "It is used to dissect animal corpses."

As soon as he heard this word, Suo Jia's stomach acid began to surge violently, no wonder he smelled a smell of corpses and animal excrement from the very beginning.

"Come on, let's go in and talk."

The two adults walked in, and Soga asked Aslan, "Don't you feel sick?"

"I hope the result is worth it." Aslan replied softly, and then followed in.

This is a temporary shed, with four solid wooden piles propping up the roof made of dark cowhide. There are no walls on all sides, and a bookshelf covers the ventilated side, on which messy notes and materials are piled up.

The dissecting table stood in the middle of the shed, and a long-toothed pig in good condition was lying on the table. It had just died not long ago, and there were no corpse flies buzzing around it.

Suo Jia recognized the pig. It was the one captured by the emperor during hunting yesterday, because a steel knife with the royal emblem was stuck deep in its throat.

"What is he going to do?" Soga asked Durakaze.

"Let you see the mysteries of the body."

"I don't want to know, I still have to grow and I don't want to become a vegetarian."

Durakadze smiled without saying a word.

"Can someone help me?" Taima begged, already standing in front of the dissecting table.

"I'll do it." The teacher walked over without hesitation.

"Help me hold its right front hoof, and I need someone to help me hold its left front hoof." Taima stared at the two little boys beside him.

"I don't want to touch this disgusting creature, it looks like it's starting to rot." Soga frowned.

"I'll do it." Aslan rolled up his sleeves and walked up.

"Alan." Suo Jia tried to stop his companion, but he was a little hesitant.

"Can you find a piece of paper and a pen from the bookshelf?" Durakadze asked Soga.

"No." This was the prince's answer.

Taima shook his head with a smile, and then stabbed the knife into the long-toothed pig's throat. His movements were skillful and precise, and he quickly disemboweled the animal.

The pig's blood was drained, and the internal organs were clearly displayed in front of everyone.

Aslan's complexion changed a little, but his desire for knowledge made him suppress the nausea and fear.

"Heart, spleen and stomach, liver, kidney, large intestine, small intestine, bladder," Taima skillfully pointed to the viscera corresponding to each noun, and then, the tip of the knife stopped on a skin bag, "It is a sow."

"It's a dead pig." Suo Jia muttered standing in the distance, he hated this disgusting lesson.

"What's in this skin?" asked Aslan.

"It's the placenta, and there's a piglet inside." Taima replied, "It's the place where life is conceived, I mean the placenta. The internal organs of a pig are similar to the human body. Look, these are its lungs. If it is injured here, it will Breathing will be blocked, and this is the heart, all the blood will flow through here." Taima changed a small sharp knife, he broke the placenta, and some strange fluid flowed out of it, "This is amniotic fluid. Look, this is it children."

"But I didn't see anything." Aslan narrowed his eyes. The thing looked like a strangely shaped tumor.

"Child, it's still young." Taima explained, "All life forms are surprisingly similar in the early stages of conception, and it's hard for us to tell whether it's a human or a beast."

"Where is the soul?" Aslan's eyes were full of tireless curiosity, which was like a huge bottomless pit.

"It's not clear yet." Taima smiled awkwardly, "I think it's something intangible."

On the way back to the palace, Aslan was silent all the way, as if he was digesting today's things.And Suo Jia took off his shoes and coat, he would rather be naked than wrapped in that smelly clothes, the servant handed him a blanket, so he curled up his body inside.

Looking at the two children with very different personalities, Durakadze interrupted Aslan's thoughts, "What are you thinking?"

Aslan raised his head, his smooth little face was full of delight, "I wonder if the soul exists or not."

"It's in everyone's mind," said Durakadze. "Everything may leave you, but only it will accompany you throughout your life. You will bring it with you when you are born, and you will take it with you when you die."

"If people die, there's nothing left, right?"

"No," the teacher encouraged Aslan with his soft eyes. "The human spirit is immortal. It comes from our different souls. If you can make it approach the gods, you will also become immortal."

"Really?"

"I can't tell you the meaning of life, because everyone's understanding of it is different, but if you are willing to listen to the voice of the hidden god, I think you will find the answer one day."

At this time, a small snoring sound interrupted the conversation between the two, and they looked at Suo Jia, who had already fallen into a sweet sleep.

"He's cute," Durakadze said with a smile.

"It's also very smart." Aslan smiled slightly, and used his fingertips to part the soft black hair on his friend's forehead. "It's just that sometimes it's difficult to control."

Hunting, riding, swordsmanship, ore gathering, pranks, swimming... Soon, a year flies by.

Over the past year, the two boys have been inseparable, the friendship has been strengthened, and the tacit understanding has become ubiquitous invisibly. Many times, Aslan can understand his next sentence after Suojia finished the previous sentence.In places where crowds gather, they don't need to speak, they can tell each other's next move with just a look.

It was a spring day, and when Aslan walked out of the room, he saw a group of girls about his own age standing in the hall outside. Their thick black braids were left behind, and they were hung with beautiful gold ornaments. They looked extremely beautiful. .

"You wake up, come and see my new servant, which one are you satisfied with?" Suo Jia said.

"what?"

"Father arranged these girls for me, but some of them will become my personal maids, which one do you think looks more satisfactory?"

"I don't know, it's for you or not for me, you decide for yourself."

At this time, the door opened.

A girl stood timidly in front of the gate, "Sorry, I'm late."

She was holding a bag of plant specimens, and when she saw the situation in front of her, an expression of embarrassment appeared on her face.

"Yes...I'm sorry." She stammered, trying to sneak out of the room unobtrusively, "I went wrong."

Just as she was about to run away, she bumped into Durakadze who just came in.

"Gala?" The teacher supported the girl, and she looked at him guiltily.

"Who is she?" Suo Jia asked.

"Your Highness, she is my little sister." Durakaze tapped Gela's forehead, "She is here to help me deliver things, and I will let her go now."

"No," Suo Jia smiled evilly, and then said with a strong tone, "From today onwards, she belongs to me."