throne fire

The servants were still shuttling back and forth when Aslan returned to the hall.

Outside the prince's bedroom, Durakaze hugged the weeping Gala tightly. It seemed that his petition was not approved, and the queen acquiesced in his son's arbitrary actions.In order not to disturb the poor couple who depended on each other, Aslan went around the side door and walked into his bedroom.

The long, creamy white curtains are blown by a breeze, carrying the scent of myrrh and grass.

Outside the white carved window lattice, the tinkling mountain spring water is flowing cheerfully in the ditch of Suolang's original stone.

Aslan stopped by the window and took out the letter that had just been sent from Atlantis again.

Every sentence in the letter made him feel complicated. His mother was pregnant, and the high priest predicted that it would be the second prince.He should feel joy and pray for his unborn brother, but he suddenly found that he couldn't do it.If it is really the younger brother, can he still return to his own country?

"Alan?"

The sudden sound caused Aslan to crumple the letter hastily. When he turned around, Suo Jia was already standing behind him. The little prince's cloak embroidered with golden lotuses made him look a lot more beautiful than usual. The identity is calm and graceful.

"Have you got the letter?"

"Ah."

"How are your parents?"

"very good."

Aslan turned his eyes away, not wanting Suo Jia to discover his feelings, but Suo Jia seemed to be a little worried, he went to the bed and lay down, his eyes were fixed on the colorful lotus sculpture on the round roof , "What happened today?" The little prince sighed.

"What's wrong?"

"There are crying red eyes outside my bedroom door, and you don't look happy."

Looking at Suojia who was sighing, Aslan sat on the side of the bed, "Why do you have to choose Dula Kaze's sister?"

"Do you also think I'm wrong?" Soga showed a little annoyance. He didn't care if everyone said he was wrong, but he hated Aslan thinking the same way.

"No," Aslan's voice became unusually gentle, perhaps to comfort Suo Jia, or to hide his similar annoyance, "There were many girls for you to choose that day, but you didn't choose, if I didn't guess wrong , you are deliberately trying to make Durakaze uncomfortable."

Suo Jia suddenly smiled brightly, "I knew you must understand me."

"You hate Durakadze so much?"

"I don't hate him, I just want him to know that he has to listen to me outside of class."

"So what if you prove it?" Aslan brushed his hand over the hair on Suojia's forehead, "You won't be happy after making them feel uncomfortable."

A trace of embarrassment of being seen through flashed through Soga's gorgeous black pupils. He knocked off Aslan's hand and sat up, "I'm very happy."

"you are not happy."

"Whether I'm happy or not is my own business. What's the matter? Are people all over the world trying to oppose me?" From Suo Jia's words, Aslan guessed that the Rams must have talked to him.

"Since it's your own business, why do you still care about other people's objections?" Suojia's childish waywardness made Aslan a little bored, he got up and walked to the door, ready to open the door to see the guests.

"You have no right to do this!" Suo Jia suddenly yelled, he quickly stepped to the door and pressed the doorknob, "This is my palace, I can go wherever I want, and do whatever I want Well..." At this moment, he clearly felt Aslan's slightly trembling shoulders, how much he regretted his rudeness just now, but Aslan just turned around silently, Suo Jia walked behind him, put his hand to his shoulder, "What's the matter, Alan? You're acting weird today, what happened? I apologize to you for what I just said..."

"It's none of your business." A tear slid down Aslan's cheek, and he still turned his back to Suo Jia, "It's my mother who is pregnant, I don't know if they will pray to God to let me go back, maybe After my brother was born, they would forget about me and leave me in a foreign land far away."

"How do you know it's the younger brother? What if it's the younger sister?"

"Whether it's a younger brother or a younger sister, as an older brother, I'm incompetent." Aslan squatted on the ground, and the strong self-blame in his heart made him miserable, "When I heard the news, I didn't pray for my little brother, I even hope this news is fake, I..."

At this moment, Suo Jia's strong arms hugged him tightly from behind, and he interrupted his continuation of self-blame, "If it's my younger sister, marry her to me when she grows up, if it's my younger brother, Aya I, Soga, the next generation king of Atlantis, only recognize you, I swear."

At night, when the prince returned to his room, that little figure was already kneeling beside his bed.Not far from his bed was a brand new little bed, decorated with beautiful carvings and embroidery, exuding the unique atmosphere of a girl's boudoir.

Ge La knocked her head tightly on the back of her hand in front of her knees, her black hair covered her thin shoulders, but it couldn't hide the anxiety in her heart.

"Raise your head." Suo Jia walked in front of her, the condescending shadow cast on the ground made the girl even more timid.

"I'm talking to you." The prince's voice sounded very unhappy, and Ge La had no choice but to raise her head in despair.

She is really a natural beauty, with a supple face, a straight nose, and pure black pupils, but such a perfect little face reveals hesitation and fear everywhere.

"Am I that scary? Or are you as timid as a rabbit?"

"It's really scary." The girl's answer made Suo Jia stunned for a moment, and then, realizing that she might have said something wrong, she hurriedly changed her words, "It's Ge La who is timid." The only thing left of Mi Li's fragrance was Ge La's beating heart.She didn't dare to look directly at Suo Jia, and guessed that the prince must be very angry.

Time passed by every minute and every second, and then, the condescending shadow squatted down, and he held her face with both hands. When he saw her tear-filled eyes, the most tender part of his heart was deeply touched by her But he didn't show any tenderness, he reminded himself that she is the younger sister of Durakaze, so his black pupils were still as cold as ice, "I'm going to rest."

"Your Highness, do you want to take a bath?" The former eunuch had told Ge La about the prince's bedtime, and the servants had prepared hot water, so Ge ​​La got up to take the prince's change of clothes.

Suo Jia stared blankly at the girl in front of him, he was not used to having a girl around his age serve him, but he didn't want her to see his boyish shyness, so he grabbed her hand He threw all the clothes he had just prepared on the ground, and stomped hard a few times, "Don't touch my things with your dirty hands." Then, he yelled at the door, "Come on! Come on!" People!"

A young eunuch hurriedly opened the door and trotted in, "Your Highness, what are your orders?"

"I want to change my clothes." The angry prince was like an angry little beast, and Ge La was already sobbing.

For several days in a row, the prince did not order Ge La to leave his bedroom, nor did she ask her to do anything for him. Every time he went out, she would kneel at the door, and every time he came back, she would also kneel at the door. the door.

Durakadze's class is still going on, but the young teacher's face occasionally looks thoughtful.

It was a cool afternoon, and Aslan stared at a wall sculpture in the courtyard. It was carved with a slender and elegant back, with long, smooth hair slanting down, and no gender could be discerned. The man seemed to be standing among the mountains. At the top of the mountain, overlooking a mythical city at the foot of the mountain.

"Who is this? Why is it continuous with Xin's history?" Aslan had seen Xin in the album earlier. It was the sixth largest ancient city in the continent of Mu, known as the Lake City, and the winding and melodious canal in the painting Let people recognize it at a glance.

"That was Gula's most famous lover."

"Why are you wearing boy's clothes?"

"He's a man."

"Male?" Aslan was suddenly at a loss for words.

"Sin was built by Gula to commemorate this young man, and he named the city after him." Aslan's blank expression made Durakaze laugh, "No one doubts that their love can also be lingering. For humans, true love transcends race and even gender."

While the teacher and the student were talking, a servant hurried in from one end of the garden, "My lord, Mr. Durakaze."

"what happened?"

"Your sister... she fell ill."

The prince's bedroom was full of servants, and when Aslan followed Durakadze, the imperial doctor was already helping Gala.

She was lying on her accompanying bed in the prince's bedroom, her lips were black and blue, her originally fair face turned pale, and her chest was weakly heaving up and down under the thick quilt.

Opposite the imperial doctor stood the prince, his face was also like snow, Dula Kaze gave him a reproachful look, while he lowered his head guiltily.

"Is she all right?" the teacher asked the imperial physician.

"My lord, she is fine. It may be caused by the wind chill and exhaustion, but I suggest moving her to another room to let her rest."

"Okay," Durakadze said, "let me do it, and I'll take good care of her."

"No." Suo Jia immediately retorted, "She must stay."

Aslan saw that Durakadze was almost desperate to beat up Suojia, so he hurriedly stopped the teacher and said to Suojia, "Her cold may infect you, and the doctor said that after a few days of rest, you will be fine." It will heal, and it will be better to have her back then."

"Back off!" Suo Jia said to the servants, "And you, imperial doctor, back down too."

When there were only four people left in the room, Durakaze said, "I hope you understand one thing, Soga, you can dislike me or torture me in the way you like, and the reason why I agree Ram came to the palace to be your teacher because of my younger sister, I wanted to provide her with a better environment to grow up, so I took her to Mudu, but I blame myself now, I think I shouldn't bring her to I made a mistake once in this place of right and wrong, but I will not make a second mistake in the same place, let alone watch you torture her to death."