your country my king

Tell me your true feeling, my brother

God asked God's people, which is more important, country or beauty.

He exchanged his country for beauties.

He traded his beauty for his country.

God asked again, are you happy without Jiangshan? Are you happy without beauties?

He said that with beauties, beauties are his country.

He said, without beauties, what's the use of guarding the country.

God said that gains and losses depend on each other, it's just a matter of how to choose.

——God Sacrifice·Choice

The city gate was approaching, and no one could clearly see the look in his eyes.

What I will see soon is the third person with real power, Huang.

"Your Excellency, you have worked hard."

Like him, the emperor's smile was as warm as the warm winter sun, but he couldn't ignore the majesty of the superiors. It was an aura that was on par with kings and emperors, and it was also a cunning that could win people's hearts more than them.

"Thank you, this is as it should be." He smiled lightly, with kindness, respect, and just right indifference and alienation in his smile.

"I don't know if such a hasty visit is a bit abrupt for your country."

Huang's smile was suddenly a little cold, and the apology in his words was not felt from Huang's tone at all.

"The arrival of the emperor has never been abrupt." His smile was extremely sincere, "My king is also delighted."

"Then don't worry." In the blink of an eye, it was like a spring breeze again, as if the coldness just now had never existed.

He knew that the emperor was only asking him indirectly whether the king and the emperor had formed an alliance, so he gave an ambiguous answer, but the emperor is the emperor after all, and the person who can sit in that position is definitely not an ordinary person. At least this time, he couldn't see clearly whether the emperor had seen it through.

but……

He smiled wryly in his heart.

That person is the emperor, and they know each other well, but there are certain procedures to be followed externally.

The emperor will not really form an alliance with the king, he knows it clearly, and the emperor also understands it thoroughly.

"My king has prepared an official residence for you to live in. Please come with me first, and attend the palace banquet tomorrow. I have arranged for you to take care of Dali matters."

All the procedures were as usual, and his calm yet majestic smile made the accompanying people involuntarily obey his orders and do their own things.

There is no one else in the small courtyard, only the emperor and him are left.

Falling flowers and flying smoke are obsessively entangled, just like the fate of the world, the desire and reason are still chaotic, the breeze is gentle, and the youth is ruthless.

The ancient wood green sandalwood is fragrant, just like the past that wants to be cut continuously, and the strings are faint, far away from the Tianshan Mountains.

The hem of the clothes lifted up with Huang's movements, and Huang hugged him tightly, his body trembling involuntarily, and thousands of words finally turned into whispers. "cicada……"

Tears fell like rain, and the fragile disguise completely collapsed at this moment.

He smiled lightly, resting his chin on the emperor's shoulders, tears slipped from the corners of his eyes without any hindrance, and fell to the ground with the raised dust, his voice was unprecedentedly fragile: "Brother, I miss you so much." you……"

Time seems to stand still at this moment, and the beautiful picture stays in the two hugging each other and weeping, calm, sad and beautiful.

Crying is not only because of sadness, but also a catharsis after emotions have accumulated to a certain extent.

Yinlan and Molan's long hair intertwined in the wind, and the face hidden under the white mask was exactly the same as his.

He is not a nine-night cicada at all, the so-called nine-night cicada is just a phantom.

He has the most honorable surname in the entire East, and he has an extremely precious identity in the whole world.

He is the cicada of Jiugong Temple.

He is the emperor's biological brother.

It was difficult for him to calm down, even though he had imagined countless times what he would do when his brother came, but when he really came, there were some things that he couldn't suppress at all.

"I haven't seen you in ten years, brother, how are you?"

He sat beside Huang, looked up at Huang, just like ten years ago.

"I'm not fine at all."

Surprised by his brother's answer for a moment, he lowered his eyes and looked at the ground, the smile on his lips turned into a clear and double-talk.

Brother, is this okay?Is that good?

In one year, the emperor lost everything he deserved, except for half of the country.

The emperor left, and he also left, and there was no news for ten years.

"I'm sorry." Somewhat muffled, he opened his mouth, like the last words he said to his brother when he left.

Huang smiled gently, with an indescribably serious expression: "Cicada, the purpose of my coming is not to hear you say I'm sorry."

"I know, but, brother, I really..." He knew why Huang came, so he didn't want Huang to continue talking.

Huang interrupted his words, speaking quickly, but so clearly: "Don't say anything, I just want to know if you are here, is it okay?"

He lowered his head, avoiding the eyes of the emperor, and said in a panic: "Brother, one person is below ten thousand, this should, for me, be the best."

The emperor was silent, just took his shoulders, and he leaned against the emperor's arms like when he was a child.

"What I want is neither should nor ideal, Cicada, now, the real you, how do you feel."

What feeling... He closed his eyes.

Huang spoke again, his voice was very soft, but he heard it clearly, "Cicada, I just want to hear you tell me yourself, have you ever regretted it?"

"Never, never..." His voice seemed to be a sigh, floating in the empty courtyard.

"Go back, let your king worry, that's not good."

He stood up and smiled slightly: "Brother, I'm really, really happy."

very happy?The emperor smiled without saying a word, and sighed slightly in his heart.This happiness was not what the emperor wanted to hear.

He moved away from the emperor step by step, but his thoughts were turning back and forth.

Although the elder brother's visit this time was fundamentally for him, the direct cause was the emperor.

Then, plus this time, the purpose of the emperor began to be buried in the mist again, and he couldn't catch the shadows that occasionally flashed.

Really, it's a headache.

The authorities are obsessed, but the bystanders are clear, but he can't get to the position of the bystander.

Where his elder brother couldn't see, he frowned. Could it be that he could see everything clearly only when the emperor dropped his last son?

While thinking, a black figure flashed in front of him. He was startled, but he was relieved after seeing the blue.

"Garth, come here..." Before he could finish his words, Di passed in front of him, as if he hadn't seen him, and his eyes couldn't help following Di's movements.

The speed of the emperor was so fast, like flowing clouds and flowing water, the emperor threw the emperor to the ground.

Before Huang could react, Di grabbed his shoulders, and in astonishment, Di bit Huang's lips hard, as if to vent the pain of lovesickness of the past ten years.

He closed his eyes, turned around, and left.Seeing no evil is a basic quality of a person.

When he left, Di's lips parted, and there was a little pride in his half-closed blue eyes.

"You did it on purpose." Huang's voice was as calm as a cloud, as light as the wind.

"So what?" Di raised his eyebrows, "Anyway, I was always like this."

Let him mistakenly think that Di is the one above, in order to achieve the purpose of destroying the perfect image of his elder brother in his heart, this is what Di did.

"What do they think, does it matter? Besides..." Huang raised his head slightly, and whispered in Di's ear, "I like you, just like you. It's just a harmless joke."

Di stretched out his hand, took off the white mask, and carefully looked at the familiar yet unfamiliar face.

Tracing the outline of the face with his fingers, Di curled his lips into a smile: "Ye, actually, you don't look like Cicada at all."

"I must be unique in your eyes." Lying on the ground, the emperor also looked at the emperor, chuckled, "and, I am on top."

"Really?"

The emperor's hand slid into the emperor's clothes, kissed the emperor again, his tongue slid across the emperor's lips, and entered the emperor's mouth without hindrance.

With a smile, Huang raised his head and deepened the kiss. Di's movements gradually became messy, panting, and lay on Huang's shoulder.

"What's the matter? You don't want to move after the ignition is halfway on?" Huang's voice was slightly hoarse, and to Di's ears, it was full of endless charm.

"Don't worry, it will burn more vigorously." Whispered in Huang's ear, the intentionally prolonged ending made Huang's smile deepen.

Turning over, pressing Di under his body, tearing off Di's clothes in an inelegant manner, Huang's hands wandered over Di's sensitive areas, smiling as he watched the people under him tremble and tremble involuntarily, his body gradually became stained. With a layer of faint pink, the emperor opened his blue eyes, which were filled with mist, but he still tried his best to respond to the emperor's movements.

Hearing the low groan of the person below him, and the vibrato that he was trying to suppress, the emperor's eyes were full of tenderness.

——Do you know that only when you are here can I feel at ease?I can't leave you anymore...

The night is only □□ attractive, and the coldness cannot melt the enthusiasm.

--I love you.

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