Twilight War

Chapter 26 Moon halo and wind

Youngster from the Huangxuan family, do you still remember the peach blossoms in Jiangnan.

01

Zichen went back to the dormitory to lie down for a day after the Divine Ball, and then decided to be more magnanimous and take the initiative to find Wisipel.

Since all his authority has been withdrawn, there is no way to enter the gate of the Golden Palace.

So he adopted the method that best shows his sincerity—over the wall.

When Zichen finally climbed over the railing outside Wisipel's room after going through untold hardships, he saw Wisipel standing in front of the table, looking at the things in his hand seriously.

When Vichypel raised his head to look at him, he also saw clearly what Vichypel was holding in his hand.

So he smiled embarrassingly, turned back from the railing and said, "Brother, I remembered that I still have something to do, so I'm leaving first."

"return."

Zichen sat on the ground with his head bowed, and Wischpel held his report card in his hand.

Wischpel looked at it for a while, shook his head, looked at Zichen who was sitting obediently on the ground, and finally just said: "This exam...is it difficult?"

Zichen immediately nodded frantically.

"But you failed three subjects," said Wischpel, "even subjects such as the history of empires."

"How could I know Arthur's history!" Zichen immediately yelled to defend himself.

"Whoever established the Shenyue Machinery Research Institute doesn't know?" Vehipel asked, looking at Zichen's imperial history test paper.

"How could I know!" Zichen said, "I don't know him."

Wischpel lowered his head and thought for a while, "Well, maybe this is really too difficult for you."

Zichen nodded vigorously in agreement.

Zichen held the thick pile of textbooks and wanted to cry.

He obviously came here to reunite with Vichypel and spend a good night together!Why should I be forced to review!

"The time for the re-examination is two weeks later. If you don't pay close attention to it now, your credits will be deducted." Vehipel said, looking at Zichen who was completely absent-minded from the book.

"Oh." Zichen groaned silently.

I flipped through the book in my hand for a while, but couldn't read it at all.

Zichen rested his chin and started to think about it. He stared at the butterfly outside the window for a while. After the butterfly flew away, he began to watch the leaves trembling in the sun.

After seeing Ye Yechen enough, he turned his head and looked at Vehipel who was correcting the documents at the desk.

He is so handsome.

Zichen thought while biting his pen.

Wisipel raised his head from the document and looked at Zichen, Zichen did not avoid his peeking at Wisipel, and still bit the end of his pen and looked at Wisipel.

"Can't stand it?" Vehipel asked.

Zichen nodded pitifully.

Wisper beckoned to Zichen, and Zichen ran to Wisper obediently.

"How do you climb over the railing? It's dangerous."

Wisipel hugged Zichen on his lap, pressed his forehead against Zichen and asked.

"Hey, all my permissions have been withdrawn. I can't even enter the Golden Palace. How can I get in without climbing over the railing." Zichen angrily pinched Wisipel's shoulder with his fingers.

"Didn't I give you the mithril sacred tree brooch?" Vehipel asked.

"When? Why don't I know."

"It should have been delivered to the mailbox in your dormitory a few days ago."

Zichen thought of those letters that he didn't have the courage to continue to open.

"The first few letters were full of that kind of content, how could you give me the courage to continue tearing it down." Zichen muttered.

"Perhaps... you can expect more from me." Wihipel looked at Zichen and said, his blue eyes were like the sky of Asgard, clear and clear.

"Brother, the flowers outside are about to fall, can you go and see them with me?" Zichen asked as he supported Wisipel's shoulder.

"Have you finished the book?"

"It's over, it's over."

"Do you know who established the Shenyue Machinery Research Institute?"

As soon as Zichen heard that Wichpel asked him this question, he was so angry that he wanted to run away.

"I'm here to look for you, not the guy who repaired the research institute!" Zichen said.

"However, as a person from the mechanical department, it's a bit unreasonable not to know this." Wisipel said with a smile.

"Anyway, he's finished it, so why remember this?" Zichen said.

"But isn't history used to record the achievements of great people? Many people have done great things, and then left their names in history to be remembered by future generations."

"Is it remembered?" Zichen asked, "Is it a good thing to be remembered?"

"Don't you want to be remembered?" Vehipel looked at Zichen and said.

"So what if people who have nothing to do with me remember me in a hundred years?" Zichen shook his head and said.

He sat on Vehipel's lap, and he saw his own reflection in those blue pupils.

Rather than being remembered by people a hundred years later, he would rather be watched by Vichypel's blue pupils.

"But I don't seem to want to be forgotten." Zichen looked at Wisipel and said.

The feeling of being forgotten sounds like a grain of dust annihilated in a barren universe, very lonely and sad.

"Then it's up to me to remember you." Vehipel slowly wrapped his arms around Zichen's waist.

The boy's waist is very thin and soft.

Zichen rested his head on Vehipel's shoulder.

"Okay." said the boy.

Some people remember a speck of dust in this world.

Not by people who are irrelevant a hundred years later, but by the man with blue pupils.

02

There was a map several meters long on the table. Zichen lay beside Wisipel and looked at the map on the table. He also failed the geography test this time.

"Brother, when is dinner?" Zichen tilted his head and asked Wisipel.

"Have you finished watching?" Vehipel asked.

"Almost, almost." Zichen replied vaguely.

"What is the boundary between Vanner and Arthur?" Wisipel asked casually.

"Boundary River?... Yu Shenhe?" Zichen thought for a long time and said.

"No." Vehipel shook his head.

Zichen wanted to look back at the map on the table.

"It's the Swearing River."

Wisipel smiled, hugged Zichen to the table, and prevented him from looking at the map to cheat.

"Wind down from the towering Nine Mountains, and lie in the center of the West Land." Wihipel rested his fingertips on Zichen's neck, and he read slowly.

"Here Alfonso XIII and Camillus made an oath, making a long agreement that they would carry out their campaign ten years later, during which Vanna and Arthur would enjoy rare peace. "

Zichen nodded with a half understanding.

"Do you know where the silver flint comes from?" Vehipel asked.

"Muspelheim?" Zichen shrugged and asked.

"In the northern ice sheet, those silver flints burn quietly under the ice all year round. The river formed by the melting ice flows on the northern ice sheet, and the river is covered with white mist. And the silver flakes carried down by the river The flint floats on the water, still burning."

"The burnt ashes fell into the river and flowed through the long ice field." Wisipel slowly brushed away the broken hair between Zichen's forehead, revealing the boy's eyes as clear as mountains and waters.

"That river is called the Broken Fire River, because the burning silver flint flows on the surface of the river like broken flames. In the northern region, where the temperature is around minus [-] degrees all year round, the Broken Fire River is the only one that flows. river."

"Do you know where the God Covenant Mechanics Research Institute is?" Wihipel asked.

"I know this. It's north of the High River region and south of Asgard." Zichen said.

"No." Wisipel smiled, "That's just the deputy office of the Shenyue Machinery Research Institute."

"The real Shenyue Machinery Research Institute is farther north, on the permafrost layer of permafrost. The vaster, uninhabited north. In an unknown place." Wihipel gently whispered.

Zichen seemed to really see the huge mechanical building standing on the vast ice field, above the endless white.

"The silver of the abyss flows in the ice field there, and the silver fuel is mixed with ash and dust..."

The man's breath fell between the boy's neck.

Wihipel gently hugged the boy in his arms, his fingertips were cold, as if he was depicting a meandering river.

The majestic nine-year-old Nine Mountains, the vast and huge white ice field, the abyss of silver flowing in the river, the silver flint slowly burning under the ice...

The monarch who swore an oath a hundred years ago, the final unfulfilled agreement ten years later.

03

When eating in the evening, Zichen rarely ate his rice bowl, and Wispel looked at Zichen worriedly, "What's the matter? The food doesn't suit your appetite?"

Zichen shook his head, "No, I just felt sleepy, I stayed up too late yesterday."

Wisipel nodded, put his arms around Zichen and kissed him on the neck for a while, and then let him go to sleep.

After processing the documents, it was time to go to sleep. Zichen lay on the side of the bed, curled up like a cat.

Wisipel glanced at him and was a bit reluctant to disturb him again. Just as he was about to fall asleep, he felt something was wrong and touched Zichen's forehead, and suddenly found that Zichen's forehead was covered with cold sweat.

"Zichen! What's wrong..."

"...It's nothing, just a little...stomach pain. It will be fine in a while..." Zichen gritted his teeth and shook his head, his whole face became a little pale, which made his bitten red lips look a little bit Almost morbidly vulnerable.

In fact, Zichen's stomach has always been not very good, it may be a problem that fell in the temple before.

A few days ago, I had a drink with Devon, and suddenly I couldn't bear it.

During that time, I was too lazy to eat anything. One night, I was really hungry, so I dug out an apple from the corner and gnawed on it in the middle of the night.

As a result, the pain became more serious after eating the apple, and the pain continued until the morning.

His skin and flesh are actually very spoiled, and he can't stand any sin.

Even if it is carefully raised, it can't be raised well, and a little trouble can kill half of his life.

He can't take care of others, let alone himself, it's a miracle that he can survive till now.

Eat when you are hungry, drink water when you are thirsty, and endure the pain, but you have lived to this day, alive and kicking, without lacking anything.

"Have you eaten anything lately?" Wisipel frowned and held Zichen's hand.

"...drank with Devon once." Zichen opened his eyes and looked at Wisipel weakly.

Wisipel really wanted to lift the person on the bed up and beat him up, but when he saw the boy lying on the bed looking at him with those misty eyes, he could only feel distressed.

"It's been hurting for a few days." Wihipel asked Zichen who was biting his lip helplessly.

Zichen shook his head. The past few days have been too chaotic for him. His stomach hurts and he can't sleep at night, so he has to go to sleep when the pain is not so painful. Day and night are reversed, black and white are chaotic.

Even a gloomy person like Devon, who has been immersed in the sadness of losing a relationship, can't stand it, and tried to tie him directly to the school doctor's office several times.Seeing his brother suffering so much, he even has less time to grieve.

"Are you ok?"

Originally, Zichen wanted to say that he was fine, but for some reason he suddenly shook his head and looked at Vehipel with a bit of grievance.

"It's not good at all, it hurts..." Then he hugged Vichypel's waist tightly, and buried his whole body into Vichypel's arms.

It's like a child who was injured on the road and endured the pain along the way without shedding a single tear, but suddenly burst into tears when he saw his parents at home.

"I ate so little at night, I must be hungry." Wisipel rubbed Zichen's head, "I'll go to the kitchen to make some porridge, at least eat a little, otherwise the pain will be worse."

Zichen was still moaning in pain and lying on Weisipel's body, so Weissipel could only gently persuade him, "Be good, I'll be back soon after I finish cooking."

Sure enough, Wisper came back soon, still in Zichen's arms.

He didn't know what to do, he had neither comforted nor cared for others, so he could only hold the young man's hand in a somewhat bewildered manner and accompany him quietly.

There was a knock on the door, and Wischpel hurried over to open it.

Seeing the unknown object on the bed, although Tang De was mentally prepared not to be too surprised, he still couldn't accept it for a while, "Your Highness, you have already started to hide your beauty in the golden house, and you asked me to come here in the middle of the night. Does pure heart stimulate my fragile single soul?"

"Have you brought your medicine?" Wispel didn't have the energy to talk to Tang De about such meaningless topics.

Tang De patted the silver medicine box with four iron corners on his hand, and the World Tree emblem was branded in the center of the medicine box.

"Of course! I don't feel at ease in doing things, Your Highness."

The Golden Palace prohibits anyone from entering or leaving after five o'clock every night. This is the first time Zichen saw other people on the top floor of the Golden Palace.

Vichypel is obviously the consul of the entire empire, but he is also like a hermit who walks alone.

Sometimes he also wondered what Vehipel would do in the Golden Palace when he was not around.Every night, he is the only one in this most noble building in the Arthur Empire other than the temple, what will he do.

Tang De opened the medicine box and took out those cold metal instruments. Zichen looked at Tang De a little uneasy. He instinctively resisted these things.

Vesper took his hand.

"It's not a big problem, but it's because the diet was too irregular in the past. As long as you eat well and don't drink casually, there will be basically no problem. However, if you want to raise it well, it may be more difficult, and you need to spend a little time. I'll get it for you first. Order emergency medicine, but don’t take it too often, I’ll make a list for your Highness, there are things you can’t touch in the future and some more suitable things, just pay attention to it.”

After finishing speaking, Tang De directly took his silver box wrapped with iron at the four corners and smiled ambiguously at Wichpel, "Happy Spring Festival."

Wihipel looked at the list in his hand, then at Zichen, and then continued to look at the list, "I'm afraid I have some bad news to tell you."

"I know...you won't be able to drink anymore." Zichen lay on the bed and looked at Vesper with aggrieved expression.

"There are other things," said Wisipel, "you won't be able to eat cold food in the future."

"Cold juice?"

"You can't touch it." Wihipel shook his head.

"Iced Coke?"

"It's not just iced Coke, you can't even touch Coke. And..." Wisipel continued to read the fasting list, and every time he read a word, Zichen's expression became more painful, as if he would not be able to survive the next moment , the whole small face is pale and fragile, which makes people feel distressed, and Wisipel still ruthlessly insisted on reading the entire list.

"...you tell me... what else can I eat?" Zichen held his aching stomach and looked at Vesper, with tears in his eyes, as pitiful as he could be. "...Is this going to make me... go on a hunger strike?"

"We can also eat porridge with preserved egg and lean meat, longan eight-treasure porridge, lotus seed and almond porridge..." Wei Xipel said looking at Zichen with a painful face.

"There is no way for adult men to survive on porridge alone!" Zichen bit his lower lip and looked at Vesper pitifully.

Wisper rubbed Zichen's hair, "It's okay, you will always be a child with me."

After a while, Vichypel brought out a bowl of preserved egg and lean pork porridge from the kitchen, "It's definitely not enough to eat only a little at night, drink some porridge."

Zichen looked at the porridge in Wisipel's hand and thought of his miserable life in the future, "Do I still want to eat this porridge tomorrow?"

"No, you will eat longan eight-treasure porridge tomorrow." Wihipel looked at Zichen seriously, coaxing him to drink porridge, "Hey, drink some porridge, it will make you feel much better."

Wisper looked at Zichen silently.

His eyes are very beautiful, making people feel as if there are stars and seas, so vast, so far away but so real.

Zichen stared blankly at Wisipel's eyes, and drank the porridge from Wisipel's hand bit by bit.

After finishing the porridge, Wisipel gently pinched Zichen's chin and slowly leaned over to lick the corner of Zichen's mouth.

It was as soft as a feather falling.

Zichen felt better after drinking the porridge, but he was still throbbing in pain. He lay weakly on the bed biting his lower lip. Wisipel lifted the quilt and sat beside him, letting Zichen rest on his lap, and kept hold his hand.

Wisipel only left one candle lamp, and the dim yellow light shone on the boy on his lap, and it felt a bit gentle, like a fallen shirt.

The boy curled up in his arms like a cat afraid of the cold, and he felt the slight trembling from the boy's body.He held Zichen's hand, from clasping his palms to interlacing his fingers.

In the middle of the night, Zichen called for water vaguely, and Wisipel added a little hot water to the water that had already dried out, tested the water temperature, and then slowly fed the boy in his arms to drink, Zichen closed his eyes. His eyes were squinting, his eyelashes were trembling under the light, and he was lying on Vichypel's lap drinking water like a kitten.

Zichen bit the wall of the cup and coughed twice as if choking, and Wisipel gently stroked Zichen's back.

His long silver hair was dipped into a warm golden color in the light, hanging down from his thin shoulders, like an elf from a foreign land.

Perhaps he should have been as cold and indifferent as those elves with eternal life but cold nature, walking alone, aloof and proud, but he was tender and loving to his boy alone.

He is very gentle, and that ten is given to one person.

He built a city with the coldest ice and snow in the world, and his beloved boy lived in it, but others could only see his closed gate and towering city wall.