Voice of Dragonland

The underground palace, the king's bedroom.

On the wooden carved incense burner, the light blue smoke rises straight up and spreads out, and the clear fragrance is faintly enveloping.Dark blue brocade upholstery covers the carved wood bench, and several silk pillows are superimposed, on which Wang leans.

Thranduil was fine, but was burned by the high-heat armor, and his shoulders and chest were red and swollen.

Selosta shunned the maid and sat across from the king, taking ointment to anoint his wounds.

The King of the Jungle is bare-chested, with well-proportioned muscles and stretched lines. There are several bright red spots on his porcelain-white skin, which are particularly dazzling against the bright white.

Selosta's fingers were dipped in the ointment, and moved over the wound very gently. The skin temperature under his hands was high, but it was as delicate as silk. "Does it hurt?" He asked in a low voice.Immediately, he realized that he had asked too much.Not only did his father not show the slightest expression of pain, he didn't even move his eyebrows, he just stared out the window in a daze.

Selosta looked out following his gaze, and outside the window were still the tall trees that had stood for a hundred years, except for the layers of green leaves, he saw nothing...

Green leaves?

green leaves.

The movements of his hands became more and more slow, "You are thinking about him."

Wang finally turned his eyes and looked at him, "Huh?"

Selosta repeatedly fiddled with the ointment box in his hand, a small silver gilt box inlaid with opals, the body of the box was engraved with thorn patterns, and it was cold and round in his hands, but the thorns were engraved too densely, in his eyes, only A mess of lines, "You're missing Legolas."

These four words popped out of Selosta's mouth abruptly, and fell hard on Thranduil's heart, smashing one blood hole after another.

"I..." He lowered his eyes, stretched out his hand to wrap his robe around himself, "No."

"He must... be better than me, better than me." Selosta's voice was a little light, and the smile on the corner of his mouth was forced, "If he was in the dense forest, he would definitely fight with you. Not like me , wimpy

Stay in the underground palace..."

"Selosta." The king sighed, looking at him with sad eyes, "He has left me, leaving only a cold portrait. So far, you are the only one by my side."

Selosta took a deep breath, forcibly calming down, not letting the liquid in her eye sockets burst, "ADA...I love you very much...my love...will never be less than him_."

"I know." Thranduil stretched out his arms, gently wrapped his arms around his shoulders, and patted him comfortingly, "You are the only morning light that illuminates my dead night, you are my child, my everything ."

The breath from Thranduil's body enveloped him, the warm and clear fragrance made him a little dazed, he hesitated for a moment, stretched out his hand, passed through the outer robe, hugged the naked Thranduil, and let himself cling to his waist Chest, "You are my world, my faith and my god..."

The warmth filled the grievance in his heart, and the scent of the musk deer surrounded him and comforted him.He didn't want to let go, he just wanted to drown in this warmth.

"Stupid boy..." Thranduil stroked his blond hair as gently as he did when he was a child, "I'm so old that I still want to act like a spoiled child to ADA, I'm not afraid of being laughed at."

"I don't care about anyone but you..." He shook his head, burying his cheek into his father's neck, "I only think about you."

"Children's temper." Thranduil smiled, "You have reached the age of starting a family. After you have a prince and concubine, and become ADA, will you still cling to me like this?" A cloudy thought flashed through Selosta's mind. Confused, married?Marry a woman?He was thinking in a daze about what seemed to him almost absurd idea, and a strange coldness hovered in his heart.So much so that Thranduil pushed him away without noticing.

"Okay, let's go to bed early." Putting on his robe, Wang reached out to pick up the wine glass on the table.The wine has a mellow aroma and a clear color. It is a fine wine selected by Galian. Its taste and purity are top-notch. However, his slender fingers pinched the wine glass, but he did not intend to take a sip.Although he knew that the current battle was urgent, Midrian went to Lorraine to discuss the matter of defending against the enemy and had not yet returned. The surprise attack of the orcs and the appearance of the dragon required him to think about too many things.

However, at this moment, he missed that child terribly, his silent and introverted appearance, his occasional smile, and his eyes that were as clear as a gurgling stream when he looked at him.

"..." The name was held between his lips, and he couldn't bear to say it. The sadness in his eyes was moist and heavy, and the heavy pain was pressing on his chest, which made him almost unable to breathe.Selosta was close at hand, but he still couldn't heal his pain, his depression, and his chaotic thoughts.He stared at the green leaves outside the window in a daze, letting himself wander in the yellowed memories, looking for clues that belonged to Legolas.

Selosta came back to her senses, saluted silently, and quietly exited the king's bedroom.

"Marry a wife? Have a child?" His cheeks were a little stiff, and his smile was like a mask, vainly pressed on his face, "What's wrong?" He murmured, "I have his image in my mind. error……"

The smile deepened, the corners of the mouth were sunken, but it was so cold, "You miss Legolas, but you want me to marry a wife and have children, you say I am your only dawn, but you want me to stay away from what you should grow up to be an adult." appearance……"

He was the only one walking alone in the empty corridor, Yu Yu walked alone, the huge porch looked down on him, and the amber wall lamp on the wall silently illuminated his light green gown, dragging his figure long, lightly falling on the bright and clean ground.He stopped in his tracks and looked forward blankly. The obviously familiar corridor, which he knew the turning angle with his eyes closed, suddenly became strange and tortuous, and he couldn't see the way ahead in a daze.

"Your Highness!" A pair of arms supported him, and a familiar voice rang in his ears.

"Gallian..." Selosta looked back in confusion, revealing a vain and pale smile, "It's you..."

"Yes," Gallian nodded, "You don't look well, I'll send you to the bedroom to rest."

"Tell me..." Selosta grabbed Gallian's skirt suddenly, "tell me, what kind of person is Legolas? Does the king love him more, doesn't he?"

"Your Highness!" Gallian took his arm, "What are you talking about?"

"You tell me...how good is he? What did he do so that the father can never let go...you tell me! You say it!" Cylosta screamed, a morbid blush appeared on her snow-white cheeks, lightly The blue eyes were bloodshot and red.The warm yellow light in the corridor shone on his face, and there was a bit of ferocity that didn't belong to elves.

"Your Highness!" Galian supported him helplessly, "You are..."

"Tell me! How can I drive him away from my father's heart! Tell me!" Selosta raised her face, tears streaming down her pale cheeks, dripping down on the ground, splashing slight water marks.

"Your Highness." Gallian opened his fingers one by one, "His Highness Legolas is His Majesty's son just like you, and one of the bravest warriors in the jungle. Stayed in Glasgow forever. His departure is His Majesty's eternal pain, I thought you would sympathize with His Majesty's sorrow, comfort him, and accompany him, instead of being so unreasonable like a child who hasn't grown up."

Selosta's lips trembled slightly, and the veins on his delicate neck were faintly visible. He sneered, letting tears slide down his cheeks, and letting his crazy eyes burn on Gallian's cheeks like torches, "Yeah, I'm just a vexatious child. You will never be as good as Legolas in your hearts, and you will never be a competent prince!" He took a deep breath, raised his head, and his tone was as cold as snowflakes falling in winter, "But so what? I am the only prince in the jungle, Thranduil's only son! I don't care how good a warrior Legolas is or how a prince he is, he has disappeared and does not exist in this world! I order you, burn that portrait, now! "

"Your Highness!" Gallian trembled as if he was being burned, his eyes widened in disbelief, "You can't do that."

"Reason?" His eyes gradually turned cold, those hot madness disappeared from the sun, hidden deep in his heart, his cheeks wet with tears instantly became calm, but this calmness was only used to cover his heart The curtain of mania is hypocritical and empty.

"That's His Majesty's only memory..." Gallian shook his head heavily, his brown eyes filled with disappointment and regret, "How can you bear it?"

"Of course I'm doing it for the good of my father. Seeing things and thinking about people makes him sad the most." Selosta raised his jaw and said in a commanding tone, "Burn it."

Gallian bowed and bowed, "The treasure of the country, you must first inform His Majesty about the burning."

"Really?" Selosta let out a sneer from her throat, and strode forward, "I will do it myself."

"Your Highness!" Gallian hurriedly followed Selosta's footsteps, "I don't know why you are so angry, but think about it, how sad Your Majesty would be if he knew that the portrait was destroyed? You don't care about Your Majesty at all. mood?"

"Sadness is just a moment. Without the portrait, father and king will naturally not indulge in remembrance." Selosta replied coldly.

"You're just wishful thinking!" Gallian snapped.

Selosta stopped, and turned her head extremely slowly, "You said, what?"

"Your Majesty will still miss His Royal Highness Legolas, and will still be sad for his departure. If you can burn the portrait, can you still burn the memories in Your Majesty's heart? Can you burn Your Majesty's feelings for him? Forgive me To be honest, you can't." Gallian said word by word, his usually gentle and humble face was stained with anger, his hand hanging by his side was clenched into a fist, trying to restrain his anger.

Selosta clenched her fist and creaked, "Okay, good."

With a straight face, he turned and strode away in the other direction.

Galian sighed deeply, and slowly raised his head to look at the magnificent underground palace, with curved corridors, straight columns, decorations carved from huge plant roots hanging down from the ground, and scattered amber lamps. ...how long has he lived here?Since King Eurofer was alive, he has been the steward of this palace. He is familiar with the temperament of the former king and His Majesty, but he is helpless with these two princes.

He reached out and stroked the pillars.The branch patterns carved on the cold column pressed against his palm, cold and smooth.This not-so-young butler showed a vicissitudes expression that didn't match his appearance, staggered a little, and walked towards the portrait room step by step.

Open the door, light a candle, and the dim yellow candlelight illuminates the room. The empty room is spotlessly clean. A wooden high chair is placed beside the portrait, and a vase is placed on the small shelf beside the chair, in full bloom. The orchids are in full bloom on it, spreading the elegant fragrance throughout the room.

The portrait of Legolas is still so heroic, resolute and courageous.

Gallian sighed, and suddenly saw Thranduil put the bouquet into the flowers with his own hands.

bottle, and sat alone on a high stool looking at the portrait in ecstasy.

Gary stretched out his hand, stroked the picture frame lightly, and called out "Your Highness..." with a trembling voice, and was so choked up that he couldn't speak.After standing for a long time, he slowly took off the portrait, took it out of the frame, rolled it into a roll, and brought it out of the portrait room.

"My lord."

The sudden hoarse voice startled Galian, and he raised his head.

"Ugly?"

"My lord." The ugly guy took a step forward, his dark face exposed to the light, "You are..."

"Your Highness can't tolerate the existence of the prince," Gallian sighed long, "I have to put away the portrait in advance, lest the child destroy it in a fit of anger."

"If you want to hide it and never show it to others." The ugly guy stared fixedly at the portrait in Galian's hand, "Can... give it to me?"

"You?" Gallian narrowed his eyes in confusion, "What do you want this for?"

"I..." The ugly guy coughed dryly, "I just think it's a pity."

"Yes, this is the only portrait of His Royal Highness Legolas." Gallian shook his head, "I'm sorry, I can't give it to you, His Majesty used to come here often, staying for a day, and now he comes less often But it took longer. For His Majesty, this is not a portrait, but his longing and sustenance for the child."

The ugly guy nodded, with no expression on his face, he saluted Galian, bent his back, turned around and hid in the darkness.