The Melancholy of the National Teacher

Even the deepest night will never be so quiet.

But this is only compared to the two protagonists in the room. In fact, the subtle voices are still everywhere. The miraculously good weather has dissipated the last bit of strength.To combat the renewed cold, a fire was lit in the room, and the red coals would suddenly crackle.

However, Helian Yu couldn't see, hear, or touch——

——His heart was full of the joyful words that spoke to him with words of admiration in front of him.

He Lianyu is not a fool, not to mention the power of the great witch is based on the heart, it is impossible for him not to be aware of his own mind.

He liked Le Dao longer than Le Dao thought, and he could even guess that Le Dao jumped out of the thought that the two of them were just brothers, and it definitely didn't take more than a month. years.

From the moment he decided to tattoo his Luotian Vientiane on Le Dao's body.

Mobilizing all the material resources and manpower at that time, blasting away the treasure house of the great witch in southern Xinjiang, igniting valuable spices, and using various methods to concoct common and uncommon dyes, from feathers of colorful colors to powdered white jade, sapphire, jadeite, pearl crystals diamond.Then there are three full days and three nights, beginning with fasting and bathing before the ritual preparations, without sleep.

He knelt beside the unconscious Le Dao whose body was as cold as ice, and tattooed the colors and patterns on Le Dao's back bit by bit. Going up the blood vessels, the black line that was about to spread to Le Dao's heart, and then he was so engrossed that he completely forgot about time.When he was sweating profusely and fell the last stroke, and when he looked up and saw the black line receding slowly, he was sure that he had pulled this person back from the Styx River.

None of the shakes, mistakes, and illusions described in the letter appeared.

This shows that the part of his heart that he owns cannot be compared with the part that Le Dao occupies in his heart.

Even a slave girl with little knowledge would say——this is love.

He loved this person, and the 22-year-old Helian Yu knew it immediately.

But... They... No, it's him, he can never fall in love with anyone with the love of a man and a woman.

The 37-year-old Helian Yu blinked.

Le Dao was staring at his eyes closely. When we first met, Le Dao liked Helian Yu's eyes very much. It was a pond full of grass in spring. When Helian Yu was unhappy, the blue would be darker. When you are happy, the emerald color will be darker, as beautiful as Xiuyu.Just now, he saw the spring pool was bright, but in the next breath, it was covered with a white layer of ice, and he couldn't see anything.

He could only look down and look at Helian Yu's lips.

The emperor felt that this lip shape was very suitable for kissing.

Before Le Dao took action, Helian Yu spoke.

"I'm glad you said that...but, Your Majesty," his honorific words turned the words chilly, "you are almost [-] years old, and mother's love should be dispensable to you gone."

Le said: "..."

His Majesty the Emperor looked as confused as Ulun.

He Lianyu gently moved his eyes away, not letting himself look at that face, "When you were still in Tianjing City, you said that I am very similar to your mother, that's why I like ministers together so much. Although I I'm honored, but... if you don't like the [-]-year-old girl recommended by the ministers, you can also find someone who is a little older than you..."

"Helian." Le Dao said coldly.

Helian Yu immediately turned back his gaze, and the corners of his lips curled up, revealing a happy, false, powerless smile: "I am here."

"When did you say this?"

Le Dao asked in an emperor's tone.

"In the 27th year of Guangwu in the previous dynasty, I was bullied by my classmates at Xingtai. You fought for me. You told me that night in your annex." Helian Yu reported it without thinking. .

"I remember it very clearly, very good."

Ledao nodded.

He Lianyu blinked again, he didn't see the look on Le Dao's face clearly, and saw the man turn around like a whirlwind and leave his room.

At least for half a month, Le Dao will not bring up this matter again, Dawu thought.

As for what will happen in half a month... I'll see you at that time.

He relaxed his back and fell down on the carpet. The soft wool brought him emptiness and tenderness. He Lianyu stretched out his hand and covered his eyes, trying to block the illusions that emerged one after another.

Among the disturbing phantoms, there is an old voice speaking.

The sound was peaceful at first, like flowing honey water.

"Khan's child will be born on the vernal equinox five years later. He will come to this world with the most shining sky, ignite the spark, and illuminate the eternal night. He cast his eyes and watched him, from birth to death. And those who are about to start a new glory, a new dynasty, will fall in love with him and make him a part of that glory."

The voice turned abruptly, and roared sharply before dying.

"I curse you! I curse you brothers and sisters! Patricides, kinslayers! I curse you for falling in love with someone you shouldn't love! You will spend that river of honey together until this person because of Die in pain for your sins!"

The person who said the prophecy and the curse is the same, Na Ren's teacher, the former sun witch Zao Shuang.

Five years ago in Daxue Mountain, Naren told him before she died that she had never expressed love to Ulun's father, but Ulun's father still died. Not long after Ulun was born, he was suddenly bitten by a poisonous snake. She returned to the River Styx before she arrived.

"It's not necessarily the power of a curse," Qinglu's female khan was lying on the root of the thousand-year-old hibiscus tree in the deep valley of Daxue Mountain, and said to him intermittently, "but I didn't catch the one who started it." I haven't caught any trace of him... Brother, you must be careful... If you fall in love with someone, you must watch him, watch him well."

Helian Yu adjusted his breathing carefully so that he would not accidentally cry out tremblingly.

... Absolutely not, he will never let someone kill Le Dao.

If anyone wants to do this, he will definitely kill this person in advance.

The door rang suddenly.

"Your Highness," outside the door, the beautiful maid Zhulan knocked lightly on the door, "Your Highness, Zhulan has a question about witchcraft and wants to ask you for advice."

"roll."

"Your Highness?"

"roll!"

The maid let out a panicky scream, and the angry roar inside the door was as low as ice at first, and suddenly rose to a third of the way, feeling the master's furious wind spirit suddenly awakened, it only flapped its wings, and let the door open. Flew out with the maid.

Helian Yu appeared at the door of the room with a gloomy face.

Feng Ling lifted the trembling maid for him, and he lightly tapped the maid's crooked chin to return it to its original position.

"Sorry, I'm tired, I don't need any interruption, understand?"

The maid Zhulan knelt on the ground and nodded repeatedly, her beautiful face was already distorted by the pain, Helianyu cast a little witchcraft on her to relieve the pain, and waved her back.

The back view when she left was like meeting a demon.

***

Zhulan covered her face and ran out of the king's tent.

There are countless tents around the king's tent, which are for the warriors and the women of the Khan—now the city lord—so Zhulan is naturally considered the city lord's woman, and because of the city lord's love, she has a A tent that belongs to her alone.

When she left the king's tent, her footsteps were still in such a hurry, but when she reached her own tent, her posture was already elegant and beautiful. The passing maids lowered their heads as soon as they saw her, so no one saw the ferocious smile on her face meaning.

She returned to her tent and closed the door behind her back.

There were already two people in the tent, but Zhulan didn't care at all. She leaned against the door panel, trembling all over, trying to break her chin. The momentum was like breaking her jaw that had just returned to its original position.

"I'm going to kill him," Zhulan repeated with a groan, "I'm going to kill him."

"We all want to kill that man," said one, "Lord Zhulan, calm down."

The person who spoke had a very strange accent. He was covered in a black robe, and there was no gap from top to bottom to reveal his skin, including his eyes.Standing in a dark corner, he seemed to be quite afraid of the flames jumping in the stove, and there was a trace of water spreading from his feet, emitting a strange fishy smell.

The other person, a sun worship priestess in a red robe, supported Zhulan and kept stroking her back. It was not until Zhulan let out a breath and calmed down her emotions that she let go and quietly stepped aside.

"Master Sharu," Zhulan's eyes lit up, and said in a gentle voice, "you are finally here."

Shark Ru, who was covered in a black robe, nodded, and he moved a step to the left so that Zhulan could see what he had brought.

It was a big clam shell, big enough for Zhulan to lay down with her legs stretched out. The surface exuded pearl-like brilliance, with beautiful and mysterious patterns, which seemed natural. But if Ulun was here, he would find that, These patterns are very similar to the drawing that Helian Yu asked him to practice these days.

Sharkyu lifted a flap of the clamshell, revealing the real trade item he brought inside.

That thing was as small as a ripe pomegranate seed, and it was as bright red and clear as a ripe pomegranate seed.Zhulan walked over, picked up one in her plain hand, held it up, and looked carefully under the candle.

There seems to be blood flowing inside, and when you look at it seriously, it seems like an illusion.

Zhulan knew that she was not delusional, and this was the kind of secret medicine she needed - a portion of demon blood, a portion of ice and snow behind the snow mountain that had never seen the sun, a portion of drugs... countless The golden medicine.

The secret medicine in this big clam shell is enough for a whole city of Yunping City to turn into the kind of monster that appeared at the riverside festival tonight.

They will become bait on the trap in front of the Da'an Guoshi.

"Use these," said the black-robed weirdo Sharu, "for the Sun Gold Medal."

"That's mine!" Zhulan growled.

The next moment, she was suppressed by Shark Jade's icy aura as cold as the deep sea, she gritted her teeth and said, "...I can borrow from you, I can borrow!"

They signed the contract, and after the black-robed eccentric Yuru left, Zhulan looked hard at the bloody mouth on her fingertips that was cut for pressing her fingerprints.

"I'm going to kill him, kill them all," she said, "whether it's the traitor from Qinglu, the dog emperor from Da'an, the incompetent city lord, damned Ah Rishan, or that little boy who stained my lord Naren's blood." Cubs... I will kill them one by one to avenge my Khan."

Zhulan's expression seemed to say that she wanted to eat these people one by one with the sauce.

The red-robed priestess bowed deeply to her master.

"Of course you can."