your country my king

I can say nothing but need you

In the beginning God created the heaven and the earth.

The earth was void and formless.The face of the deep is dark.The Spirit of God moves over the water.

God said, let there be light, so the world has light.

It didn't take long for God to make this world beautiful, but God felt lonely.

So, God said, if there are people, there will be people in this world.

This is the seven days of God's creation, but God is still lonely.

God forgot to create love for this world.

God also forgot that love cannot be created by God.

——God Sacrifice · God History · Creation

In March of Yangchun, the fragrance is overflowing, the eyelashes are trembling, and the sun is shining. It is so early in the morning, he opens his eyes and smiles.

Jing beside her opened her eyes almost at the same time, looked at him, and smiled: "Good morning, brother beauty."

Sleeping on the same bed, their only emotion is like brothers and sisters, or sympathy for each other, that's all.

"Jing, do you know what the emperor wants to do?" He asked suddenly.

Jing is a bystander, and a smart enough bystander.

Jing was taken aback for a moment, and then smiled slightly: "Maybe. Brother Beauty doesn't seem to pay much attention to Brother Wang recently."

He looked at Jing, faintly, but he was looking at something else through Jing.He smiled slightly, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Thank you."

God's purpose, as a participant and a bystander, she is very clear, and because she is so clear, she can't tell him that all of this can only be explored by himself. hint.

Sitting quietly on the bed, the look in his eyes was extremely complicated.

When he was about to walk out of the room, Jing raised her voice: "Brother beauty, no matter what, you will not lose." Whether you see the purpose or not, you will not lose after all, that's all.

His footsteps paused, but he didn't seem to hear anything, and moved away from Jing's sight.

Jing closed her eyes, fell weakly on the bed, stretched out her hand to block the light in front of her eyes, cold sweat slipped down from her forehead when she was not paying attention.

Should I tell him?Jing sighed, shook her head, and pushed the troubled thoughts out of her mind, and when she opened her eyes again, there was only a touch of sadness in her eyes.

"Brother Beauty, I can only help you, we're here..." He murmured and disappeared with the wind.

He walked slowly from the palace to the outside.

Today, the king did not come to the court, but for some reason, he felt a little uneasy-the king has never missed an early court without notice.

As if by coincidence, when he returned to the prime minister's mansion, there was no one in the mansion.

Jing left a note for him, explaining the whereabouts of the few people in the mansion. By the way, she said that she took a few maidservants and concubines to go out to listen to the opera. There may be no one in the mansion for a long time, so let him pay attention. Safety.

Today, what Jing said to him was still in his ears, and he was suddenly startled.Wang won't, is something wrong?

Slightly frowning, suppressing the uneasiness in his heart, he walked to the West Wing of the Prime Minister's Mansion.

A faint, unlike air filled the air, he quickened his pace, there was a door there, which was ajar.

Pushing open the door, a strong smell of blood filled the air, he was startled, but there was a dagger across his neck.

There was a faint cold light on the face of the sword. Before he could see who that person was, the person opened his mouth with an extremely hoarse and tired voice, "Cicada, is it you?"

After finishing speaking, that person seemed to be completely relaxed and passed out. The familiar voice made him subconsciously hug the person, and then lowered his head. The familiar face surprised him.

"king?"

He opened his mouth in surprise, but Wang didn't reply. His hand touched a piece of warmth and moisture, and the smell of blood stimulated his nerves.

Realizing what happened, he closed the door, carefully placed Wang on the bed, and took out emergency tools from the hidden compartment under the bed.

Carefully used scissors to remove the rags stuck to the blood. Wang's chest was in a mess. He tried his best to wipe the blood on Wang's chest gently, but unconsciously, Wang's eyebrows gathered together, and his hands tightly grasped the quilt. , Is the shoulder twitching, the wound has not yet healed, and new blood is gurgling out.

Sweat began to accumulate, his complexion was as pale as a king, but his hands were still moving quickly.

After applying the medicine, the bleeding was temporarily stopped, he breathed a sigh of relief, a trace of fatigue appeared in his eyes, he got up to leave, but Wang suddenly grabbed his wrist.

When he turned his head, Wang still had his eyes closed tightly, as if in a dream, Wang held him tightly, "Cicada... don't go..."

He was stunned again, sat down subconsciously, and held Wang's hand instead. Wang calmed down, and he clearly saw that the corners of Wang's lips rose slightly.

It turned out that when Wang smiled, he was so pretty...

The heart is surrounded by warmth, and what flows with it is a touch of affection.

Could he think that at this time, what the king needs most is him?

Slowly calming down, a chill involuntarily radiated from his body.Who is it that hurt his king?

With a slight turn of his thoughts, he couldn't help but tighten his grip on Wang's hand. Clear anger flashed in his calm eyes, Di, this time he did too much, and——he looked at the pain on Wang's body. Wound, pursing his lips tightly, not knowing what to think in his heart.In this incident, his most beloved elder brother also participated, and even...may be the leader.

Why did you hurt the king?Elder brother will not do some inexplicable things for no reason just because of his mood like the emperor, and the only reasonable explanation is that elder brother wants to trigger this war in advance through this cockroach, but this has induced the people's resentment to a certain extent Anger, enough to increase the king's great strength, is obviously not good for the elder brother, unless... the elder brother wants to lose to the king!

Or, is this another chess piece that revolves around the inexplicable purpose of the emperor?

Still, do both!

It is directly related to the purpose of the emperor, and if the elder brother wants to lose to the king and exchange the world for freedom, the emperor will definitely find a way to take the elder brother away.

The last step is for the emperor to profit. The emperor has already obtained what he needs, so there is no need to do anything that is not good for him. Then, from another perspective, is the purpose of the emperor beneficial to him?

Jing said, no matter what, he would never lose. From this, it can be concluded that if the emperor wins, he is not the one who loses. So, who is the person who played chess with the emperor?

Surprised in his heart, he realized that perhaps from the beginning to the end, the emperor's purpose was no longer with him, and even he had become a pawn.

Who is the person who played against the emperor?

The answer is obvious, because from the beginning to the end, there is only one person left to participate in this game of chess——Wang.

He withdrew his gaze from the window, stared blankly at Wang, and stared at the person who haunted him but could only watch silently. He closed his eyes, and there was only a light breath left in the room. He really went from inside to outside, and truly became a Bystander, but, is this really what he wants?

Seeing through the emperor's purpose, everything is over, but he dare not touch the final truth, obviously close at hand, but he still closes his eyes tightly, blurring the truth that is clear in his heart.

This will make him, can't help it...

Opening his eyes, he looked at Wang. For the first time, he took off his disguise, and the emotion in his eyes was hot and deep.

He lowered his head, and his lips touched the king's lips. It was a pious kiss, without the slightest distraction, without a trace of nostalgia, just a simple touch, but it seemed that after this kiss, the two would no longer have the relationship between the king and his subjects. Any relationship outside of this - the premise is that at this moment, Wang is still asleep.

Fate is so ingenious, it was obviously a missed moment, but it happened to bind the two tightly together at the moment that was about to be missed.

Wang woke up.

Surprise flashed in his eyes, and he stood up, but he didn't have time to take back the burning and deep emotion in his eyes. After a moment, it turned into indifference and alienation: "Your Majesty, your servant is rude."

Seeing that the king did not speak, his calm and indifferent voice sounded again, "If the king has no love, I will take my leave temporarily."

He wanted to leave, but he forgot, the king kept holding his hand firmly, and he couldn't leave. He stood silent for a while, thinking about something, and said: "If the king is worried that no one is around, I will immediately Go to Tai Hospital to seek medical treatment."

"Don't go." Wang's voice was extremely hoarse and soft, but it was hard to hide the undoubted taste in it.

"King, if the subject stays here, it won't do anything to the king's body."

"I only need you." After saying these four words with difficulty, Wang gasped and stared at him closely, avoiding Wang's sight.

After all, there are too many things between him and the king, so he dare not think about what will happen if he gets closer to the king.

Wang still held him tightly, and he handed Wang a glass of water, but didn't know what to say.

"Come with me." Wang didn't pick anyone up, just said two words, his dry throat was a little hot, but Wang just stared at him.

"Okay." He lowered his eyes and sat down again, not knowing what to think.

His throat was slightly moist and he felt better, Wang said, "I know what that emperor is going to do."

"Ah."

"He just wants me to understand what you mean to me."

"……Um."

"I will not love you."

"...Hmm." His clenched fists relaxed, and he wanted to laugh habitually, but he couldn't laugh at all.

"But I only have you in my heart."

He opened his eyes suddenly, and saw those eyes that he would never forget in his life.

Those eyes were the same color as his, hot and deep.

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