Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

When Ah Thien looked at another person.

He subconsciously raised his hand to cover the opponent's eyes, slowed down the intensity of the conquest for a moment, and then accelerated the sprint, imagining that the person was being pressed under him, softening the stubborn edges and corners for him... he couldn't help himself.

Pain and joy flooded into his body together, almost making Arshak unbearable.When he reached the climax, he opened his mouth wide and moaned, and tears overflowed from his pair of beautiful blue eyes, as if he had emptied all his emotions, leaving only a little bit of confusion and a little bit of intoxication, like an alcoholic who has been drunk to the depths.

"I have a heart too, Ishkad."

He murmured dreamily, and felt the movement of the person on his body suddenly stop, and the next moment, his consciousness and breath were swallowed by the hot lips.

At that time, the people outside the door heard the commotion in the cabin gradually subside, and hesitated whether to knock on the door.

He twisted the secret letter in his hand, and patted the silver-headed eagle on its wings, feeling heavy in his heart.This is an absolutely true message, and it comes from the distant Persian king's pavilion.

Chapter 65 [XLV] The Bird in the Cage

That night, I didn't dream of the fire that had lingered for many years, but was awakened by my mother's sobs.

The sound of crying still seemed to linger in my ears. In a daze, I vaguely felt someone approaching, so I sharply opened my eyes.A figure stood in front of him, the edge of his clothes glowing with the twilight of the morning sun.I sat up all of a sudden, and when I moved a little, I felt a terribly sore lower body, and my abdomen was bloated and uncomfortable.

"Don't move around, Your Royal Highness, it's me."

A familiar voice came, it turned out to be Hozmir.

I blinked, and found myself lying on an unfamiliar purple velvet bed, almost naked under the quilt.This appears to be Yulyans-Flavitz's room.Holzmir walked to the bed, I shrank back in embarrassment, covered the quilt more tightly, and lowered my head: "What's the matter?"

"I got a wounded hawk with artificially dyed red feathers and military markings on his head. I suppose it's yours."

My heart was shocked.

On the way following Hozmir out of Flaviz's bedroom, I noticed guards following me.I don't want to believe that it was Flaviz's arrangement, but my intuition tells me that it may indeed be his intention.Go through the arch, walk up a few steps, and come to a terrace against the mountain.At this time, it was almost evening, and the setting sun was like blood.

I caught a glimpse of the cage hanging from the vine trellis.

In the sunset, a dark red liquid dripped down the bottom of the cage. Altaïr slammed into the door of the cage violently. As soon as I opened it, it flew to my shoulder, and a bloody smell came from under its wings. .

"I can't heal it. It has been hurting itself since it woke up." Hozmir said helplessly.

"Shhhhhhhhhhhhh I'm here, sweet girl."

I comforted it softly and checked its whole body carefully.Altaïr was extremely violent, and his sharp claws scratched my wrist, so that I could feel its pain.My heart skipped a beat when I saw its injuries.

One of its wings was pierced by something, like a hidden weapon.If it weren't for Altaïr's excellent flying skills, perhaps this arrow would have pierced its heart.

——Someone killed it.

The shining crossbow suddenly appeared in front of my eyes, and my throat tightened.

"When you rescued it, did you see... who shot it? Still holding on to a little bit of luck, I took a breath and asked.

Hozmir shook his head, and a strange light flashed in his eyes: "No. But when I found it, His Majesty Yuriyans and his attendants were not far away."

"What are they doing?" I stroked Altaïr's head, tore off a piece of clothes to bandage it, and asked without raising my head, but my heart was extremely sad.I'm not sure whether this child will still be able to fly in the future, if not, it will have to face the fate of being executed --- in order to keep the military's secrets.

"Go to the Senate to attend a meeting, arrange the funeral of Constantius, and the day of the enthronement of His Majesty Yuriyans."

I raised my eyes to look at him, with a flash of doubt in my heart.

Hozmir is a follower of Flaviz, but in those black eyes, I don't seem to read any joy. Calm is the appearance, and dig deeper, but it is a kind of worry.As if it was for Altaïr’s experience, but also for me——this kind of strange thought came to my mind somehow.

"Did you get that military talisman?" Hozmir asked suddenly.

I shook my head, suddenly remembered the key, and broke out in a cold sweat.By the way, where is the key?Had it fallen in Flaviz's room that night?Or had it simply fallen into his hands?

Altaïr gradually calmed down, I picked some grapes and fed it, habitually checking its beak.When threatened, Altaïr would consciously keep secret messages in his mouth.Sure enough, there was a small thread under its tongue. I grabbed it and pulled out a metal ball.

My heart skipped a beat, I turned my back and took out the paper ball of the ball.

The person who wrote the paper ball was Ishkad, and they did not leave, but hid in a ship near the strait.They received the latest instruction from His Majesty the King, which mentioned the recent situation in Persia, and ordered me to return to Rome quickly, and must get the other half of the Wolf Warrior Talisman, otherwise, the entire legion will be punished for my dereliction of duty, including our family.And Susa is still in prison, and I am the only one who can save her.

Ishkad and the others will try to get back to the palace. Before that, I have to get the military talisman.

I tore up the ball of paper and watched the debris dance in the wind, restless.Perhaps it is the most appropriate way to ask Flaviz to hand over the Wolf Warrior Talisman to me. After all, he originally had an agreement with His Majesty the King. Now that the imperial power is at his fingertips, it is time to fulfill his promise.Thinking of this, I felt a little uneasy.

"You seem to care about the life of this eagle?" Hozmir's question suddenly interrupted my thoughts.

He stretched out his hand to touch Altaïr's head, I quickly grabbed its neck and stopped its self-defense attack in time, but I still pecked his hand.Hotzmir was trying to gain my trust, and though I don't know his motives, I'm grateful that he saved Altaïr's life.

"Thank you." I looked at the back of his scarred hand, and slowed down the corners of my mouth, "You must have spent a lot of effort getting it into the cage."

Hozmir smiled silently, flicked a feather stuck to my shoulder for me, and looked like a father judging his son: "It is very like you, it would rather die than be trapped in a cage, born noble. "

My eyes couldn't help falling on the broken cage, over the white halls of Nuo Da, breathing unsteadily: "I am not noble, only noble canaries are willing to succumb to the cage."

"I would like to ask, how is your highness living in Armenia? Is your mother still alive?"

This sentence stabbed me like a needle, and then I was surprised. Both the king and queen of Armenia are still alive. Why did he think of asking my mother?He knows that I can communicate in Persian, so he should be able to guess that I am not a real prince, but he asked knowingly, what do you mean?

"I don't know if you are Arshak, but I don't think you are like that canary." Hozmir added, as if he was cautiously probing further: "Are you an orphan?"

I looked at him warily, lowered my eyelids, and avoided answering: "Prince Holzmir, I wonder if you could please take care of my eagle for me. If it struggles, cover its eyes so that it won't move around. .”

"Okay, blindfold him. I see."

He looked at my meaningful answer, with a kind of compassion and pity in his eyes.I clenched my fist subconsciously and took a step back.

"Wait." Holzmir hesitated to speak.

I stopped and looked at him suspiciously.

Hozmir stepped forward, put his hand on the back of my hand, and glanced at my body: "If your highness needs any help, please come to me."

I don't know if it was an illusion, but I felt a heat flow from his fingertips into the skin, and the discomfort in the abdomen seemed to be relieved a lot for a moment, I didn't know, so I nodded.

"With all due respect, I didn't mean to offend you..." Holzmir stared into my eyes: "His Majesty Yuriyans' body is extraordinary, it is better for His Royal Highness to have less contact with him."

My face seemed to have been watered by boiling water. I sensitively walked away a few steps, and heard his footsteps catching up, as if very anxious: "Remember, don't let him touch you again, otherwise... the consequences will be disastrous, and your body will suffer. Something changes, and trust me, you won't want to take it."

A wave of doubt rose in my heart, but the lingering sense of humiliation rushed like a beast and forced me to flee from the terrace in a hurry, leaving Holzmir far behind.

Caught those who followed me, I ordered him to lead me to Flaviz.They were a group of eunuchs. I recognized them as the servants next to Constantius, but the most favored Obius was missing.

After I asked, I found out that he was in prison—and it was ordered by Flaviz himself, on suspicion of conspiring with Tyrion to assassinate Constantius with the intention of usurping the throne.

"This was premeditated. An ambitious moth, he bewitched Augustus to accept the heresy-like Arianism teachings, corrupting the imperial court from the inside." The little eunuch with a panicked face described it like this .

But I am very clear that Obius is just Flaviz's puppet, a victim who was pulled out to take the blame.

In this blatant coup d'état, Flaviz became a brave man of justice. He not only ordered the Imperial Guards to suppress the rebellion in time, protected the important ministers, but also found out the murderer behind the scenes overnight, and staged a stage for the empire. It was an eye-catching drama of a hero protecting the country.

I suddenly remembered what happened last night, his calm figure in the fire.

Flaviz was the Trojan horse in the Trojan War. His power quietly infiltrated the hinterland of Constantius, and even distorted the opponent's belief.When Constantius was rebellious and careless, he was defeated from the inside out.And when it's all over, clean up the mess.

He is not only Flaviz, but also Yuriyans, a chess player who is well versed in conspiracy and power struggle.

Thinking of this, I can't help but feel chills all over.

The Senate is located on the square at the entrance of the palace, quite a distance from Flaviz's bedroom, and I was out of breath just walking there, like an old man hobbling along.Thinking that this was Flaviets' masterpiece last night, even though I was fully dressed at the moment, I felt as if I had been stripped in broad daylight.

Slowly approaching a window, I listened intently, and what came into my eardrums was a mess of discussions, as if I was sitting in a theater watching a performance, and it took me a long time to distinguish a slightly clear voice.

Chapter 66 [XLVI] Jackal's Nest

Slowly approaching a window, I listened intently, and what came into my eardrums was a mess of discussions, as if I was sitting in a theater watching a performance, and it took me a long time to distinguish a slightly clear voice.

"Northern Mesopotamia is like a honeycomb without bees, so rich and fragile! In order to prevent our old enemies, the Persians, from taking advantage of it, I suggest that His Majesty Yuriyans ascend the throne as soon as possible, the sooner The better!"

"That's right! Persia has been coveting Armenia for a long time, and will definitely launch an offensive while Rome has no leader!" Several people echoed.

These arguments made my heartstrings tense, and I really realized that I was in an enemy country, in the den of a pack of wolves.Subconsciously, I pushed the window open a crack, and I peeped in.

A slender figure in a purple robe with gold trim came into view, surrounded by senior officials and officials all in white robes and red skirts.Under the background of the clamor of the surrounding people, the person on the round platform seemed extremely quiet, standing motionless.The faint twilight from the dome shrouded his body, outlining his tall and straight back, making him look like a beautiful statue of a god, and exuding an indescribable evil spirit.

My gaze fell on him, and it seemed to be stuck for a moment, unable to move away.

"Is this the unanimous wish of all of you? After all, my brother's bones are not cold, and the funeral preparations have just begun. I'm afraid this is not appropriate?"

The lazy and calm tone of voice reveals a kind of courage that does not reveal its prestige.His voice was not loud, but it miraculously made the room instantly silent, as if a priest was reading an oracle to the believers.

"I hope that my succession will be announced to the public after the funeral. In his condolences, I will perform a play at the enthronement ceremony myself, praising his exploits and formalizing him as Prince Arshak. Coronation, to stabilize the ownership of Armenia. What do you think?"

I was a little surprised.The tone of Flaviz's inquiry was very humble, not at all like Constantius' arrogance and arbitrariness, he was more like a Greek king who was good at listening to his subjects.A democratic and classical means of governing that is different from this era exists in the ancient Greek books he taught me to read.

But maybe, this is just his disguise.I don't know enough about Flaviz's mind, but one thing I'm sure of is that he's a man with a lot of control.

"His speech was very touching, wasn't it?" A cold chuckle suddenly came from beside him.

"Who?" I was surprised and turned around.

Standing in front of him was a young man with long brown hair, also wearing a toga robe of a veteran, with a shining cross on his chest and piercing eyes.

"These old guys, really thought he would fulfill his promise and return part of the power to the Senate, like in the Republican period? It's ridiculous. This guy looks like a sage, but he is actually sinister and sinister. I don't know, these people who opened their eyes said The nonsense old guy took the treasures he got from the barbarians, and how many handles are in the hands of his eunuch organization! Threats and lures are really tricky..."

He reprimanded angrily in a low voice, and what he said was true.

I intuitively felt that the person in front of me had an extraordinary purpose, looked at him pretending to be suspicious, and frowned: "Why are you telling me these things?"

"Oh, excuse me..." He gave me a worldly bow, and withdrew his disgusted expression, "Aren't you Prince Arshak?"

I nodded, but unexpectedly he picked up a hand, lowered his head and kissed the back of my hand: "Your beauty is truly well-deserved, and roses and stars are not comparable to your lips and eyes."

A chill rose from my chest, and I withdrew my hand suddenly, but he grabbed it even tighter.In his eyes, I am a male favorite, so probably he can humiliate him at will.

He stared straight at me, with an unclear ripple on his face: "You were there last night, didn't you see anything? If you'd like to go in now, tell the murderer's name, and tell the truth. Look, The sages of Rome who sit silent will rise up to support you and tear off the pagan disguise."

I glanced behind Yuriyans, and sure enough, not everyone was looking up at him, and there were some shadows hiding in the shadows with their heads lowered, like crocodiles lurking under the calm water.

When he got close to the shore and relaxed his vigilance, he quietly opened his biting mouth and rushed forward.

"To tell you the truth, I have important evidence to bring him down... It proves that this guy formed a party for personal gain and directed last night's murder. We need a strong witness. You represent Armenia, and you are the most suitable."

There was a sudden jump in my nerves, and immediately, I intentionally showed an innocent and stunned expression, and covered my mouth in a womanly manner.

"This heathen must not be allowed to ascend to the throne of God, Your Highness. The Armenians are God's people as much as the Romans, aren't they? It's an honorable mission." He moved closer and grabbed my hands. One night, I accidentally learned that it was not Your Majesty Tyrion who raped you, but this guy. Don't you want to clear your shame?"

As if my hand was scalded by charcoal, I shook off his wrist, the roots of my ears were instantly hot, and a fierce beast quietly emerged from the bottom of my heart, opening its mouth and showing its fangs to the person in front of me.

"I want to." Enduring the shame that almost bent my spine, I looked up at him and hissed: "But not now. If it is convenient for you, I would like to discuss it with you in private... At midnight tonight, I will be there Waiting for you."

I pointed to the garden behind the palace by the sea.Helping Flaviz sit on the throne of God is the meaning of His Majesty the King, and killing this guy is not considered dereliction of duty.

So this murderous guy left contentedly, and touched my hand before leaving.

I stared at his back, secretly plotting a way to kill him.

Strangled, pretended to hang himself?In this way, it is also convenient for Flaviz to find an excuse...

After walking a few steps, I heard an old voice break out from the noise: "I hope that His Majesty Yuriyans will fulfill your unfulfilled responsibilities as Augustus and marry my daughter Helena after he ascends the throne. Let her keep the honor of Queen."

I froze there, my breathing stagnant.

I didn't know Rome was so open to allow such infidelity.There was a momentary silence in the Senate, as if awaiting a response to this absurd request.I didn't hear any reply from Flaviz, however.After a brief, tacit silence, another voice broke the deadlock.

The funeral and enthronement were fixed, and I was in no mood to listen.

Maybe marrying the previous queen would help Flaviz secure his throne?Yes, there must be some major interests, such as gaining her father's political support.

Thinking like this, I walked out a few steps out of my mind, and met a group of people coming head-on.I recognized that the woman in the purple black veil from head to toe was Queen Helena, and subconsciously avoided her.I would be ashamed to be born a man myself if I had to have a conflict with a woman because of Flaviz.

"Prince Arshak, please stay."

As soon as I turned around, I was stopped.

Helena's face was extremely haggard, full of tears, she was completely devastated, and she didn't have the glamorous demeanor of the previous few days.

"Your Majesty, please express your condolences..." I bowed to her stiffly.

She wiped away the tears on her face, a fleeting smile appeared on her face, and her voice was very soft: "His Royal Highness must be a person who knows how to measure and doesn't talk nonsense, right?"

I figured it out: I was probably worried that I would say something unfavorable to Flaviz when I entered the Senate.I shook my head expressionlessly: "This is Rome's internal affairs, I should not interfere, and I am about to leave."

"So that's how it is." She raised her hand and plucked her hair that was blown by the wind, her purple nails scratched the black gauze, and pulled it tighter. She walked past me, succumbing to etiquette, and I watched respectfully she.When passing by me, she suddenly staggered as if stepping on her skirt.

I instinctively reached out to help her, and she fell into my arms as soon as she fell.A chill invaded my body, causing me to feel an indescribable nausea, and my abdomen twitched, which startled me.

When I reached out to touch it, the strange movement disappeared again.There is a faint heat lingering in the abdomen, resisting the chill all over the body.I thought of Holzmir, and took a step back warily.

Maybe Holzmir is using some method to protect me, and the Queen——I have an intuition that something is wrong with this woman.She feels like a witch.But ordinary curses are not so easy to erode warriors, especially our murderous soldiers.I stared at her hand coldly, with a fierce look on my face.

The queen was obviously shocked by me, she retracted her hand resentfully.

"When is Prince Arshak going to leave?" Her voice was almost inaudible: "It is unusual for my father to have a maid by his side. After my husband found out that she wanted to harm him, she was imprisoned. .Her accent is really similar to yours..."

—It's Susa!

This thought exploded in my heart.

She guessed my expression, smiled, and something fell from the black gauze to the ground.I took a closer look, and it was a string of bone bracelets, which indeed belonged to Susa.

"It's best if you take her with you before the funeral is over, or she'll be put on public trial. That won't do you any good." She giggled. "My father already knows you're Persian."

"So what? Blame Persia for the death of your emperor publicly, so as to have enough reason to go to war?" After the shock, anger rose from my chest, and I stared at her——this woman is not as simple as a vase Shit, there are intricate forces hidden behind her.

"What do you think?" She blinked meaningfully, then walked towards the Senate.

I took a deep breath, picked up the bracelet on the ground, and quickly left this place of right and wrong.

The sky was already dark, and when I walked through the square, I couldn't help but look towards the sky along the ancient Greek globe-shaped sculpture. The stars seemed to interweave into ominous omens in the darkness.

It is true that I firmly believe that Persia must have the strength to confront Rome, but if a sudden war is caused by the exposure of our actions, it will not be of any benefit to the Persian Undead Army who has not recovered from the battle with the barbarians. This is certainly not what His Majesty the King, who wishes to maintain peace with Rome, would like to see.

Even if he does not condemn me, I will not have the face to return to Persia alive.If this guilt implicates Ishkad and my adoptive father who single-handedly cultivated me, this is something I absolutely don't want to see.

Before I knew it, I had walked into the garden behind the square.

In the thick darkness, the dense forest whirled, and there was a smell of earth in the air.It's a great place to kill.

Observing the surrounding environment vigilantly, I pulled out my belt and held it in my hand, waiting quietly.

After some time, a figure finally sneaked into the forest. I made a little noise, and then I heard someone call out, "Prince Arshak?"

"I'm here. Please come in and say it." I responded, and as I walked towards the depths of the garden, he followed me step by step, catching up to me in three steps and two steps in parallel.

When I came to an artificial lake, I stopped.The man approached me, and when I tightened the belt in my hand, my body was suddenly hugged tightly.

"Oh...God, I saw your dancing at the dinner party that day, you were so flirtatious and wild, it almost fascinated me...Come on, little prince, I know you are just seducing me during the day..."

As he said that, he stripped my clothes impatiently, killing every inch of muscle, I raised my knee and kicked him in the chin, strangled his neck, allowed him to let out a muffled groan, and strangled him neatly the trachea.

I looked at his dead body with shattered eyes, and my heart felt like a heavy stone.

——Now, he can't threaten Flaviz with the evidence in his hand.

Just as I was about to hang my belt on a tree branch to create an illusion of suicide, I suddenly heard a rustling sound behind me, the sound of boots crushing on fallen leaves.I tensed up all over, I didn't expect my beast-like sensitivity to drop to such a point, I didn't even know that the enemy was so close.

"Who allowed you to do this kind of thing... Ah Suin?" A deep and charming voice came from the darkness.

I froze for a moment, and as soon as I turned around, I was pulled into my arms vigorously by both hands.

Chapter 67 [XLVII] Like a Dream

Hitting his head against the warm chest, the rich aroma flowed into his nose and nose.For a moment, everything around was completely silent, except for the slightly chaotic breathing in the ears.I remembered that I wanted to ask something, but I couldn't open my mouth no matter what.

"If I'm not wrong, you are for me?"

A hand was placed on my head, gently smoothing my hair.His lips rubbed against my ears, and his temple hairs were slightly itchy with his breath.

The memories of last night flooded into my mind in an instant, I froze, turned my head away uncomfortably, and clenched my loose skirts tightly: "First... let's deal with the corpse first."

The waist was hugged tightly, he lowered his head, and placed a kiss on my forehead, which was hotter than a brand.This action made me lose my mind for a moment like casting a spell, and my whole mind was focused on him.

"Did I trouble you?" I couldn't help asking.

"No." Slender fingers caressed my lips: "I dug his grave long ago, you just brought his death forward."

"He must not be alone, there is..."

He pressed my lips and gave a soft "hush": "You don't need to worry about these things for me. I will remove my obstacles one by one, and I won't put myself in the middle of the enemy like my cousin situation."

I glanced at the corpse, and according to what the dead soul said, if Flaviz really secretly bribed and controlled some important courtiers, then I really need nothing.He is no longer the weak young man in the past, but a king who has the imperial power in his hands and is about to be able to control the entire destiny of Rome.

"I'm so surprised...you would do such a thing for me." He straightened my neckline, and my hair was winding on my chest, tangled like threads of fate, "but I don't want you to get dirty for me own hands."

The warning tone back then was full of charming affection.

I took a deep breath, my throat was sore, "My hands were already stained with blood. After I left you, I became a warrior and killed countless people. Do you think I'm still the child I used to be?"

Somehow, this kind of words came out of my mouth, which is not at all like me.I have never been good at expressing my feelings, but I easily made an exception in front of Flaviz.

——When I was a child before.What he said was like he was jealous of himself, which was ridiculous.

"Yeah, I almost didn't recognize you when I first saw you with sharp teeth and claws from the slave booth. But if you look carefully, you are still my little Cupid. It's just..." He leaned close to my ear and blew, "It's more charming than before. Thinking that you have harmed others in the past few years, I'm going crazy and want to grab you back into my arms and punish me severely."

I almost jumped up.

But these words seemed like a bone-melting potion, and as soon as my legs softened, I leaned against the tree trunk behind me, and he picked up my waist and hugged me, his knees supported my buttocks, and they were entwined like vines.

"Fra...Flavitz!"

His actions startled me, I glanced at the corpse next to me in a panic, the pair of eyes staring at us in the dark, I couldn't help worrying that he would get up next to the dead.

"Don't worry, I won't punish you here. This guy can't touch a finger of yours in life, and don't want to see your body after death." His lips brushed against my neck, humming lowly, and touched my neck with one hand. Passing over my spine, it was like crushing my back silently.I didn't know that my body was so sensitive, but just being touched by him, my whole body trembled, and I leaned against the tree trunk and slipped limply, and I could barely support it by pinching his waist.

The strength of the warrior burst out from my body, perhaps hurting Flaviz for a moment, he couldn't help but groaned, supported the tree trunk with one hand, and took a breath.

"Why, where is it uncomfortable?" I quickly stood up straight, as if I was terrified when I saw him fall ill many years ago, I reached out to explore his cheek, but was suddenly pressed by my shoulder and fell to the ground.His body pinned me down, revealing a small piece of pale, marble-like chest beneath the loose robe.

"This trick is really tried and tested..." He lowered his head, and while I was in a daze, he rubbed the tip of his nose against mine, curled his lips into a half-smile, and covered my mouth.

The dense grass penetrated the robe, causing tiny itching on the skin on the back.He kissed deeply and recklessly, the tip of his tongue was like a swimming snake sipping slowly in my mouth, one hand lifted up the hem of my clothes, and stroked my thighs to my buttocks.For some reason, I suddenly remembered Hozmir’s warning, my waistline tightened, and I grabbed his wrist subconsciously.

He relaxed his strength, and put his arms around my waist instead, only deepening the kiss.

There was the fragrance of rosemary wine in his mouth, I was almost lost in this kiss, fell into a dream-like intoxication, but my heart was inexplicably uneasy.

This tenderness is like a dose of poison, which paralyzes people to the bone, but they don't know how poisonous they are.

"Go somewhere with me."

As soon as the weight on my body lightened, I came to my senses, but I couldn't refuse Flaviz's request.I followed him involuntarily like a child trying candy for the first time, through the garden to a palace gate.

There is a tall white horse tied to the door, which is as white as a sculpture under the moonlight.He took his black cloak and wrapped it around me, and pulled me onto the horse, holding me in his arms as he had brought me to Rome.

This posture made me feel a little uncomfortable, I struggled slightly: "Where are you going?"

"I don't want nothing but memories between us."

My heart stopped suddenly, I turned my head to look at the palace behind me, and nodded subconsciously.Susa, I'm sorry, just give me one more night...step into his world.

With his waist tightly hugged, he whipped his horse and took me galloping away like an arrow leaving the string.The salty sea breeze blows head-on, mixed with the continuous rain, weaving into a cloud of rain and fog in an instant.Perhaps because of major changes, the streets are sparsely populated, and the damp gray and white stones glow with a layer of golden light under the light, reflecting the shadows of our galloping horses, as if we are in a mirage in the vast desert, illusory Too much.

But beauty is always fleeting, just like a mirage is only a momentary illusion.

I raised my eyelids, my eyes were lost in the misty rain and mist, and I couldn't help reaching out to catch them.His lips pressed against the back of my neck, and his arms became tighter and tighter, as if he wanted to rub me into his bones.

The chest cavity seemed to be soaked in rainwater, it was swollen with humidity, and it was difficult to even breathe.

I moved my fingers and held his hand around his waist, and was held back into the palm of my hand, with my fingers interlocking.

Unknowingly, the horse slowed down, ran into the ruins, and stopped in front of a solitary white building.It is like the temple we used to stay in, except that there are no such long steps, and the door is sealed by a stone wall, with dense Latin words and totems engraved on it.

"Where is this?" I jumped off the horse and looked around suspiciously.

Flaviz walked to the arched stone door with half of the pillars missing, reached out and touched a few places, and the place he touched immediately sank.It is an institution.Sure enough, there was a "click" sound from behind the door, and the stone door suddenly opened, revealing a downward staircase, with the sound of running water dripping inside, like an empty underground palace.

"The place where I was reborn."

Flaviz turned his head and made an inviting gesture, staring at me with a half-smile.I was startled suddenly, as if the extradited soul followed him down the stairs, the cool wind hit my face, vaguely mixed with the soft singing of a woman, but when I listened carefully, it was only the sound of wind and water.Several clusters of flames automatically light up on both sides, and the falling water drops are like stars, forming a translucent water curtain between the stone pillars, surrounded by mist, mysterious but alluring.

Like this man next to me.

Because no one was around, Flaviz took off his mask, his profile was clearly outlined by the light.His front view is not too similar to the past, but looking from the side, it is the same.

Just peeking, my feet dipped into the shallow water below my ankles, and I accidentally slipped and fell into Flaviz's arms.

"So careless?"

He bowed his head, a playful smile on his face.

I twitched the corners of my mouth in embarrassment, and laughed for some reason.He stopped smiling, his eyes stayed on my face, and he stretched out a finger to trace my lips.

"Do, what do you do?" I asked uncomfortably, my face was hot.

"You seldom smile, Ah Suin. But smiling is as beautiful as melting glaciers." Flaviz sighed in a low voice, his eyelashes drooping like a dense forest, "I would like to chase the sun and moon for melting glaciers."

I didn't dare to look directly at his face, for fear of getting lost in his tenderness, so I turned around and quickened my pace, but I even went in the wrong direction, almost hitting a stone pillar head-on.

The literature of the Sasanian Dynasty was at its peak, and I believed it was far better than Rome, but if Flaviz was born in Persia, his love words would definitely make those literary giants feel ashamed.

Going out from the end of the stone corridor is an empty stone hall. The location of the shrine is empty without any statues.