your country my king

The purpose

In the vicissitudes of life, in an instant, everything is vicissitudes, but love will never change.

What is swaying in the wind, besides time, is his or her smiling face.

God said that God would give God's child eternal life.

But God also said that the children of God will eventually return to the embrace of God.

——God Sacrifice·God Words

Time seems to have really deprived the memory of yesterday, as if nothing had happened.

Really?It seems so.

However, after noon, he disappeared in the Prime Minister's Mansion.

The carriage stopped in front of the luxurious villa outside the palace, and the elegant and lotus-like man got out of the carriage, his gentle smile and beautiful face amazed the passers-by.

The door opened, and the blond-haired and blue-eyed guard seemed to have foreseen his arrival, and bowed to lead the way: "Good afternoon, sir. Thisway, please." (Good afternoon, sir. Please go this way.)

Bowing gracefully according to Western etiquette, he said: "Thanks. Isheherenow" (Thank you. Is he here now?)

Surprise flashed across the eyes of the blond-haired and blue-eyed guard, and it was just a trace, but the expression was more respectful: "Yes, sir. Mylordiswaitingforyou." (Yes, sir. My master is waiting for you.)

The cold light in the eyes flashed away, sure enough, did the emperor expect it long ago?

He smiled slightly, with a gentle face, but he did not hide the coldness of his smile, and he walked into the villa.

Everything is so uncoordinated, at least among the green mountains and green waters, buildings similar to medieval castles are always so out of place.

Just like the Emperor's style, there was a weird atmosphere everywhere in the villa, but it made him feel kind for no reason.Perhaps, they are really the same kind of people in their bones.

In front of the quaint wooden carving pavilion are Western-style tables and chairs. In the center of a deep purple Louis XIV, a black and white chess game is placed. A man with long wine red hair leans on a silver chair, half-closed his blue eyes, as if As usual, she looked at him with a half-smile, her thin lips lightly riding, and her lazy and evil voice was full of boundless temptation: "Well... you are here."

The colors in front of me didn't feel any fusion, and the obvious color difference was stimulated, but there was no abruptness. It felt weird, but the scenery in front of us was so beautiful.

Of course, his heart was calmed by this "beautiful" scenery at the moment.

He had an unpredictable smile, and his eyes were gentle, but under the gentleness was a chilling indifference. He walked slowly towards the emperor, completely ignoring the broken roses under his feet, even though they were still there at the last moment. In full bloom.

"Here we come." His tone was as flat as ever, but with just the right amount of gentleness and a smile, "However, it was later than you thought."

Pulling out the chair and sitting down, he looked at the black and white chess with great interest, the smile on the corners of his lips remained in the same level, and the emperor still half-closed his eyes, making it impossible to see the other colors contained in the blue. color, and turned his gaze to the place where he had just walked.

"Hmm. But, how do you explain that you trampled on my carefully planted roses?"

The expression on the emperor's face was dissatisfied, but his voice was still relaxed and even a little playful.

He turned his head to look behind him, still curling his lips into a light smile, with a cold and ruthless smile: "Don't you think it's beautiful?"

In the room of Louis XIV in full bloom, there are fallen nobles, whose residual leaves fall to the ground, withered and withered in a sea of ​​deep purple dreams.

It is indeed beautiful, inhumanly beautiful.

"If this is your goal, let's play chess." The emperor withdrew his gaze, and the corners of his lips curved into a perfect arc. No matter how he looked at it, the person in front of him was in a happy mood at the moment.

"Whether it is or not, it should be played, it must be played." He sat down, arranged the chess skillfully, and looked at the emperor calmly.

The emperor remained silent, just arranging troops on the chessboard.

Maybe it doesn't take long for a game of chess, but maybe it really takes a long time-for two masters who are equal to each other, this is the case.

The shadow of the sun began to move, and the cool breeze in the afternoon also heralded the approach of dusk.

The knight who forced the emperor back, he and the emperor started a new deal.

"Cicada, are you here just to play chess?"

Raising his head and staring at him, the movements of Di's hands are still fast, as if the overall direction is under Di's control.

He raised his head indifferently, and moved the queen to adjust the layout calmly, "Maybe."

He looks confident, just like the emperor.

"I know exactly what happened between you and him."

This time, Di clearly noticed that there was a slight pause in his movements in the flowing class.

"If you don't know, you won't wait for me here, playing chess."

He reacted quickly, smiled indifferently, spoke calmly, and just watched the chess game seriously.

"Hmm." The emperor was noncommittal, "However, I am still curious why you are a little later than I expected."

Stretching out his hand to stop him from continuing to play chess, Di opened his sea-like but extremely deep eyes.

Putting down his hands, he looked into Di's eyes and said word by word: "Because, I'm hesitating, hesitating whether you are the same as me."

hesitate...

A flash of understanding flashed in the emperor's eyes, and he half-closed his eyes again, making the azure blue become ethereal and more beautiful: "How is it possible?"

Is it like him that love and loyalty cannot be combined?

Is it the same as him, who will never get the person he wants for some reason.

Is it like him, because of some people, he uses a mask to hide the pain in his heart.

The black pupils were still calm, but the emperor could see indifference from them.

"I can give up my country, but he can't. I can give up everything I have, but he can't. I can love that person because that person loves me too, but he can't, and neither can you." Di said lightly of himself If so, close your eyes.

Di has no worries, because Di has long been tired of this superior position. In Di's view, the world is just a plaything, not worth one ten-thousandth of that person.

But the king can't, because the king is not a person like the emperor, the king has the responsibility of the king, and the world is the responsibility of the king.

The emperor and his elder brother are in love, he knows, and he... is at best unrequited love.What is that illusory or even hazy goodwill in front of the world?

The air seemed to be condensed, only his shallow breathing and the sound of the breeze blowing his face could be heard.

"I didn't want lovesickness at first, but I was afraid of the pain of lovesickness. After careful consideration, I would rather lovesickness..." His low voice was almost inaudible, drifting with the wind between the sky and the earth.

Closing his eyes, he said, "Then, since I'm here, there's no need to continue."

There was no need to continue, he couldn't find a reason to continue, and he was even a little afraid of what would happen if he continued.

He and Di are of the same type, but not of the same type. They are too similar, but they are not alike at all.

"What about this game of chess?" Di tilted his head, casually swept across the chessboard, the smile on his lips remained unchanged, black and white reflected in his blue eyes, "Do you want to continue?"

"It's not necessary, is it?" He stood up, smiled slightly, and there was no trace of nostalgia in his eyes.

Doomed to be fruitless, is this necessary?

"I thought you would be interested. This game of chess is very meaningful." The emperor withdrew his smile, and spoke lightly. It was obviously light, but it landed on his heart with great force.

"It might have been meaningful at first, but..." His smile was more helpless, "You forcefully erased the last remaining meaning. I really can't arouse any interest."

"So, you admit defeat?"

Di looked at him with a smile that was not a smile, and his voice was full of joy.

"Ah... from the beginning to the end, I have never won." Looking up at the sky, swallowing the last touch of bitterness, he looked at the emperor and smiled, "Your game is very clever."

Let the chess player enter the chessboard unconsciously, from outside the game to inside the game, from a chess player to a person in control, really, very clever.

Di looked at him quietly, and smiled sarcastically, "Cicada, you have changed."

"Maybe." He still smiled, but closed his eyes, "Maybe I'm really tired, or maybe, I'm starting to wonder if I really love him."

Perhaps, it was wrong from the beginning.

Worship and follow because of a momentary heartbeat, so is it love without impurities, or self-righteous attachment?

They shouldn't have met this way, but they couldn't have met otherwise.

There was more interest in the emperor's eyes.Finally getting suspicious?

This is not a good sign, the original death has turned into a direct abandonment?Ah, it's getting more and more fun, shouldn't it be time to persuade him?

"Doubt? How did you make up your mind to leave us in the first place? If you can't even tell the difference between love and attachment, what qualifications do you have to be my opponent?"

He was stunned.

Lowering his head, he opened his eyes, but there was silence in his eyes.Why did you choose to leave in the first place?

Seeing that he was silent, Di lazily leaned back in the chair, found a comfortable position, and said, "So, the feeling of being kissed by me is the same as him?"

Subconsciously stroking his upper lip, he began to meditate.

Is it the same?

He Di didn't feel anything, perhaps more anger in his heart.

And Wang, he felt distraught, unable to control himself, and even... had the urge to continue.

Feeling enlightened in his heart, he raised his head and smiled brighter: "Although I don't want to, I still want to thank you."

"It's because you're so smart that you played yourself into it." Di blinked his eyes rarely, and returned a smile.

"If your performance just now is seen by your subordinates, your image will be gone." He also reminded in a very good mood.

"It doesn't matter." The emperor resumed his half-smile, "Everything in this villa is good, but the delicate red is missing. Blood is the brightest and most beautiful red in the world, isn't it?"

He was noncommittal, but did not continue to sit down.

"So, this game of chess, shall we continue?" Di asked.

He shook his head and looked at Yunxia who was dyed red by the setting sun, "Suddenly I don't want to."

"But, I think so." Di opened his blue eyes and smiled carelessly.

"It's not fun to play chess alone." He looked at the emperor indifferently, "As long as I don't want to, you will never be able to do it."

The emperor tilted his head, and the arc of the corners of his lips increased. He was still so confident...but, "This time it's different."

He had no sparks, just quietly waiting for the emperor's next words.

"Because, from the beginning to the present, you can't even count my purpose."

I don't know the purpose, so I can't retreat completely.

I don't know the purpose, so I can only adapt to the situation.

From the first time he was forced to fight back, he was at a disadvantage.

He can only win if he knows the purpose of the emperor.

"I have to say, I haven't seen you in ten years. You have really improved a lot." He restrained his smile, his eyes were far away but not calm.

So, what is your purpose?

What on earth are you here for?

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