Celestial night

Since that day, the prince has uncharacteristically started teasing the devil from time to time.Like a seasoned hunter, lure the prey into the trap step by step.

At the beginning, they just sent some coins and medicinal materials, but the devil did not refuse.Later, it developed into all kinds of pearls, Weibao, silk and satin, agarwood powder... all kinds of weird things, as long as they are rare, they are all given to the devil.

Then it developed to tease and tease the devil from time to time.

In front of the devil, he inadvertently unbuttoned his cuffs or ripped open his neckline, revealing a solid bronze-colored chest.Wanting to see him all day long, the prince began to procrastinate on purpose, and every time he put off government affairs until midnight, letting the devil undress him.

It was night, and the evening wind was still a little cool. The prince was approving the terms and conditions, and in a blink of an eye, he saw the devil fell asleep at his desk.

The prince had forgotten when was the last time he slept, and always kept his eyes open until dawn.Only when you pass out can you rest for a while

But waking up is still a long and meaningless life.But it was different now, the prince smiled softly, playing with the devil's long hair.

The prince has the smoothness of a businessman, and every time he clicks, it ends.The prince likes to see the devil's patience without a bottom line, he doesn't want that mouth to have a chance to spit out any words of rejection.

Baghdad is very stable. This city is like a foothold on a long road, where utopian fantasies are placed.Out of reach and fragile.The worldly benefits are security, harmony and happiness, which may seem dreamy in isolation, but they are not.

The prince couldn't use a sponge to completely erase the memory of the devil. Over time, the devil grew a poppy in the space occupied by the memory.So the prince abandoned the worldly happiness and the fairy tales that belonged to the prince and princess, and resolutely embarked on the rough and difficult road of thorns.

So what is your choice, Bai Dulun.

The prince's subordinates stroked the eyebrows and eyes of the person in front of him carefully, his movements were gentle but irresistible, domineering, possessive and stubborn.

In the end, the fingertips rested on the devil's lips and grazed fiercely, as if venting something.

No one in the world deserves to kiss you except this spring and me.

The prince knows that he is stupid, ignorant, and empty-headed, but I love you.I would like to give you everything, the moon in my eyes, the clumsy love words, the rushing blood, the whispers in the middle of the night, the morning and sunset, good morning and good night, with a hot heartbeat, I will give you all the light of the rest of my life you.

I want you to be by my side forever.The prince bowed his head and dropped a lingering kiss.

The devil has recently begun to feel melancholy again.

He has been in a bad mood recently, always accompanying the prince to deal with government affairs from the branches of the moon to the sunrise of the sun.Several times he couldn't help falling asleep, and when he woke up, he found that the prince carried him to the bed, and when he raised his eyes, he found that the prince was still in front of the desk.The prince is very diligent and has a lot of government affairs, so he doesn't dare to slack off.

One afternoon, as usual, he finished the last patient and went to the prince.Dazedly bumped into the girl who came out of it, she seemed to be in a bad mood.What was said to him was too soft to hear clearly.

The devil sighed and said to the prince:

"She likes you a lot."

The prince stood on the balcony and looked over, watching the devil intently.

The sunset that day was beautiful, and the rosy glow covered the entire sky like an inexplicable oil painting. The prince called the devil to come over.

From the balcony, you can overlook the entire city-state, so prosperous, exuberant, and lush.

The evening glow sprinkled on the demon's body, and the eyes filled with the March spring breeze and the whole world were shining brightly.

The prince remembered what the poet had said when he left.

"The master of the devil shall be king, sire," said the poet.This is God's will.

"Is it true that you won't leave me until the three wishes are fulfilled?" the prince asked the demon.

The demon nodded.

"Do you believe in God, Bai Dulun?" asked the demon involuntarily.The prince understood that his feelings would not be recognized by God.

The demon neither nodded nor shook his head.

"The righteous live by faith, and faith makes us righteous," said the devil.

The prince smiled from the bottom of his heart, so what do you believe in?

If you like people's joys, sorrows and sorrows.Can you accept me, with the good and the bad of my soul, flickering on and off.Will you redeem, such a restless soul.

The prince held the devil's face in his hands, lifted his long hair, and solemnly put the ruby ​​on the devil's neck.Ruby is a relic left to him by his mother.

"My mother taught me that there are two comparable things in the world, and the former is better than the latter. The day of birth is better than the day of death, and a palace is better than a grave."

"And... you are better than life." The prince's eyes were shining with stars.

If you want me to be the king, then I will be the king. Whatever you want, I will put it in front of you.

The prince made a second wish to the demon.

"I will be king," said the princess.The noise outside the house is isolated from the silence outside the house.

The demon froze for a moment, then said with a smile.

"My power will be used by you, my king." The demon said softly.

His tone was firm, without any hesitation.

A golden light filled two-thirds of the hexagram on Solomon's ring, and the god validated the wish.

The fireworks bloomed in the starry sky, shining on the princess's face flickering.

The princess kissed the devil's lips reverently.The light shone on the prince's body with a layer of gold, so dazzling, so eye-catching, as if leaving a strong stroke on the long river of history.

The author has something to say:

"The just live by faith, and faith makes us just." Martin Luther

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