your country my king

Memory, inthe moon night

Memories, moonlight, once, no search.

Time can never be turned back, so memories have become the only traces left.

Don't dare to follow the mark that has been branded.

Because that is nowhere to be found, because that, can no longer continue.

There are always people who deliberately recall the traces left by yesterday.

But I really can't continue to recall.

--cicada

Bathed in the golden sunlight, his body seemed to be coated with a faint radiance.

Her eyebrows are like the dai of a distant mountain, her eyes are like the glow of a starry sky, her dark blue long hair becomes softer after being taken care of, she looks like a celestial fairy, ethereal and invisible, but she exudes the aura of a superior person, although she is beautiful enough to make people feel Forget his gender, but almost no one dares to look directly at that extremely beautiful face, because it is enough to suffocate the coercion.

At this moment, he was looking ahead calmly.

Tonight, I will hold a banquet in the palace to entertain foreign monarchs as a gesture of friendship.

In short, tonight is the first meeting between him and the emperor in ten years, and tonight is the beginning of the chess game.

God has come, and he must be at peace.

If the heart is not in place, then the first chess piece, he will definitely gain the upper hand.

The emperor has his handles, and he also has the weakness of the emperor, but the emperor can use the emperor's country as a bargaining chip, and he can do whatever it takes, but he can't.

Ru Mo's deep eyes were full of deep thought, and his smile became colder and colder.

He understands Di just as Di understands him. Their personalities are completely different, but they are the same kind of people in their hearts, people who are extremely intelligent but never conceited, and are the most troublesome people in the world.

From the beginning to the end of the meeting is like a script, they can clearly see it, therefore, breaking through the shackles of the script is the most critical part, the winner is the one who breaks through, and the person who breaks through the shackles is often the shackles in the play least people.

This time...it was definitely more difficult than he had imagined.

In the king's land, there are too many restrictions on him.

So, what to do?

—Do you want to break free?

No, rather than breaking through the shackles, there might be something more suitable for him, such as... writing a new script.

——Don’t you know God yet?If it is him, you will not have the opportunity to write a script, because he will guide any scene into his script.

Well, then, let's make up a script that belongs to the emperor and is created by him.

--how do you want to do it?

Let him lead my play to his script, so that his play will lead to my script.

——You are... betting.

Yes, bet on the emperor, can you wake up from his script, bet on him, can you break free from the emperor's script.It's fun, isn't it?

——Even if the stakes may be beyond your imagination?

...Really, it doesn't matter.If it's really a script from the beginning to the end of the meeting, what's the point of taking a gamble instead of watching things develop in the expected direction?

The debate in his heart could not hinder the final decision, he smiled slightly, the coldness dissipated, his eyes were clear, and he clearly outlined the picturesque mountains and rivers.

He played three games of chess with the emperor.

In the first set, not long after the first meeting, he lost. From then on, he was no longer the only one in his brother's heart, so he didn't dare to lose again, he was afraid of losing.

The second set was after the acquaintance, and it lasted for two years ten years ago. He won, so the emperor was forced to return to his country, and promised not to participate in the war between the king and the emperor, so the emperor did not dare If you lose again, no matter what Di's status is, Di is the same as him, afraid of losing.

The third game was a chess game they played across the boundless sea. It was supposed to decide the winner, but it ended without results due to various reasons—no one would be willing.

Therefore, this is the fourth game and the last game. They will have no reservations, in order not to lose what they cherish, and to get what they cherish.

The carriage swayed forward, but his heart became more and more calm, and the color in his eyes became deeper and deeper.

"Prime Minister arrives—"

He was indifferent, and slowly stepped into the palace, the smile on his lips was still there, and the gentleness contained the most ruthless alienation, just like his people, who can be watched from a distance but not played with.

"I have seen the king, may my king live forever."

"Jiuqing is exempt."

Invisible surprise flashed in Wang's eyes.There seems to be something different about him today.

Sitting at the head of the group of officials, he was indifferent yet elegant, and handled the greetings of the group of officials decently and perfectly, his eyes were always as clear as ever, and he silently counted the time in his heart.

Three, two, one...

"My lord, the envoys are waiting outside."

"Xuan."

The icy breath was overwhelming, mixed with a suffocating majesty.He knew that the king wanted to give the so-called envoy a blow.

However, those who came in were not what the king wanted.

The long wine-red hair draped down his shoulders and fluttered gracefully at the waist. The man squinted his blue eyes half-closed, and his figure looked more slender against the backdrop of the black evening dress. His slightly pale complexion made the man's face somewhat feminine and coquettish. But because of the light refracted in the man's half-closed eyes, it makes people shudder.

The man was not affected at all, he evoked a smile, extremely lazy but unmistakable, bent down gracefully, and the smile on the corner of his lips became more and more obvious.

"Nice tomeet you, the emperor of the Eastern." (Nice to meet you, the emperor of the Eastern.)

The translator's smile froze.The man's voice is like mellow red wine, with the fragrance of history precipitating, giving people a comfortable feeling. However, the pure pronunciation and extremely fast speaking speed make it impossible for the translator to hear the man's words clearly, and cold sweat gathers on the forehead.

He was sitting in his seat, smiling slightly.

Maybe he hadn't seen him in ten years, but he recognized it at a glance, it was Di.

Let the translator be speechless, it must be a loss of national dignity.

God, I want him to make things right, so, he will make things right, right?

"Nice tomeetyoutoo, the emperor of the Western." (Also nice to meet you, the king of the West.)

He stood up from his seat, bent down gracefully, and performed a perfect Western etiquette. Fluent English flowed out of his mouth, without any sense of disobedience, but with a sense of nobility and comfort, like, A real aristocrat from the West.

Wang Wei smiled invisibly.He will never hide from the king.He said that in this world, only the king must trust him.

The emperor didn't care, he raised his lips and smiled intoxicatingly, with a dangerous breath in his half-closed eyes: "You know what I want to do." (You know what I want to do.)

No one knew what they were talking about, so he gave Di a gentle smile back.

"Maybe. But Idon't know what will happen next." (Maybe. But I never know what will happen next.)

He really didn't know what would happen next, and he didn't want to predict what might happen in the future, but he might know what the emperor wanted him to do, which was more important to him than anything else.

To understand what Di wants, he can choose to do what Di wants him to do.

Di once said that Di hated his appearance the most, because it made Di feel that he already knew what Di wanted to do.But at this moment, the emperor undoubtedly hated him even more.

The emperor suddenly smiled, like a poppy blooming on the other side, behind the coquettishness lies an endless abyss.

"You are better than ten years ago, but you are also similar to ten years ago." (You are better than ten years ago, but you are still about the same as ten years ago.)

"The same as you." (Same as you.)

His smile was alienated yet kind, but with his facial expression and tone, no one would suspect that he was not speaking in an official tone.

Emperor's smile became brighter and brighter, and he was happy to accompany him to continue the performance. With a little carelessness, he said lightly: "You don't fear If Itell the truth, about yours." (Aren't you afraid? If I tell him about you.)

There was a little more confidence in his smile, and he squinted his eyes, calm and calm.

"Youwon't, because of him." (You won't, because of him.)

He knew that until the end, Di would not reveal any information about him, because of that person.

Emperor raised his chin, like an elegant white swan, no, a black swan stained with blood!The profound facial features made the emperor's eyes a bit mysterious, which should be a manifestation of arrogance, but it was taken for granted in the emperor's body.

The emperor opened his mouth slowly, with a deliberate and indistinct jerky tone in his words: "Your prime minister, yes."

"Naturally." Wang's eyes were bottomless, he was staring at Di, but it seemed to be him.Cicada, how many things do you have that I don't know?

He also looked at the king, his eyes were clear and calm.

An invisible smile crossed the king's face.Yeah, how about that?Said, trust him.

----split line----

The moonlight was intoxicating, the building was high and the wine was cold. After the banquet, he leaned alone in the small pavilion in the imperial garden, looking at the reflection in the lake, and meditating.

Almost all partings are reflected by the moon, and this was exactly the case ten years ago.

What happened ten years ago?

When I looked back, I realized that just a few words are the compensation of a lifetime.

Winning or losing a game of chess determines one person's following, covers up the pain of two people, and causes the separation of three people, that's all.

"Garth, did you do it on purpose?" He muttered to himself while facing the mirror-like lake water, he was at a loss.

Deliberately evoked his memories, deliberately shaken his confidence, deliberately broke his calm.

"But, this way, you don't feel good?" The parting of the three people was not only him.

"Or, are you used to it?" I was used to recalling the early days in the hazy moonlight, so I became calm.

The reflection in the lake swayed, never being able to answer his question, only making the faint moonlight shine silvery on the lake, beautiful and desolate.

"Cicada, do you think this lake water looks like his long hair?" With the smell of mellow red wine, a deep voice came from behind his ears.

It took only a moment for him to go from confusion to clarity. He didn't turn around, but just responded, "Garth, are you here?"

Long wine-red hair covered Di's absent-minded eyes, and Di didn't answer his question. Di just said to himself, "It's just that he's brighter than this lake."

"En." Glancing at the lake, he responded lightly, waiting for the emperor's next words.

"The last time I saw him was ten years ago, right?"

"Yeah." Brother, before I knew it, it had been ten years...

Di hooked his lips and smiled lightly, not hiding his great mood at the moment: "He will come next year."

The answer to God is silence.

With his back to the emperor, he didn't hide the shock in his eyes well.

next year?Next year, brother will come?Why, brother will come?

The emperor looked at him lightly, and leaned on the fence carelessly, the smile on his lips became more and more obvious, but there was no smile in his eyes: "Ah, so you will do the same? Let me tell you, if I don't come, He won't come either."

He turned around and looked at the emperor, his eyes were as clear as ever but he couldn't see the end, his smile was elegant and arrogant, and his voice was as gentle as ever: "What will happen to me? You have been ups and downs in the kingship for ten years, and my ten years The year was definitely not spent in a peaceful and prosperous age."

There was a hint of interest in the emperor's eyes, and the smile on the corner of his lips became brighter, gradually becoming more enchanting, and gradually hidden in the darkness, like a fallen angel spreading the black wings on his back, and under the wings is nothing but the common people. To escape the haze.

Cicada, you are really... nice.

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Please ignore the scumbag English and scumbag writing from n years ago orz too lazy to change it 233

Welcome to correct me, hahaha~

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