Persian Assassin: Dance of the Prisoners

She was born feminine, so she just got away with it.

It's just that pretending to be a eunuch is very uncomfortable, and he was seriously injured. He spent a whole month in the dark in the small ward for the eunuchs who had just been sentenced to recuperate, and almost got bedsores. They participated in the training for entering the palace, holding their throats and lowering their eyebrows all day long, thinking that they are not men anymore.

The way he narrated these things lightly seemed to be talking about other people's things, his breathing was gentle and delicate, just like the sound of continuous rain outside the house.To my ears, every word is like a rock thrown into a shallow pond one by one. Even with the water as a barrier, I can still feel the pain clearly and with full stamina.

I gently rubbed Flaviz's pale face with my fingertips, wiped off the remaining tiny drops of water, and whispered, "I will protect you from now on.

Hearing the words, he curled the corners of his lips silently, leaned back on the bed, supported me on his lap, raised his arm and pressed my head on his shoulder, and gently rubbed my hair.Still like when I was a child.But I can't sleep in his arms like a child.I closed my eyes, sniffed the fragrance of his neck greedily, and he rubbed my earlobe with his lips.

As time goes by, there is a tendency to heat up again.He bit the tip of my ear and breathed in: "I really want you to give me another baby."

The tip of my heart seemed to be tightly grasped by a tender little hand. I forced the corners of my mouth and rubbed my head on his belly: "I can't give birth anymore, why don't you give birth?"

"When did you learn to make such jokes?" He snorted softly, covered the back of my head with his hands and pressed down, his pupils darkened.

Chapter 127 [CXXVII]

I stared at him ambiguously, followed his instructions, and served him quietly.

A depressing murmur sounded in the silence, and a moist tide of emotion flowed slowly in the air.His fingers pampered my neck-length hair, traced my earlobe, like playing a precious harp, and writing a name meticulously.The rough calluses on the palm burned the skin, and the things in my mouth gradually heated up, becoming swollen and full.

All right, sit up.After a while, he murmured hoarsely.

I tilted my head and sucked his wet fingers, from the wrist to the socket of the neck, took his collar and opened it, and my lips touched the gravel on his skin.Mixed with sweat, it was a little salty, so I licked it and swallowed it down.

We all came from far away, lost or wandered on the way to each other for several years, and finally waited for this day.

Stupid or hungry?Even eat this?He pressed his neck against my forehead, rolled his throat, and wiped the sand from the corners of my lips with one hand.He lifted me up on his knees, peeled off my wet shoes and socks with one hand, peeled me naked like an egg, and wrapped me in his arms.

I put my head on his shoulder and said it tastes good.

"Really? Let me taste it too..." He lowered his neck, pressed his head sideways to my lips, and his tongue slipped into my mouth like a spoon. I straightened my back and let him enter my body.

The candle flame flickered suddenly, and he stared at me intently. In the hazy light and shadow, his brows moved with emotion, his hand crossed my shoulder, and he did not forget to squeeze out the wick.We are lingering in the darkness, our movements are very slow and light, we are obviously exhausted to the extreme, but we are like a newlywed couple, no matter how much we can absorb each other's warmth, we are not enough.

It was very late at night, but we couldn't fall asleep, so we lit a lamp, poured a glass of wine prepared by the owner on the table, and chatted with each other.

We talked about the past that never met, and the joys that we hadn't participated in these years, as if we could fill each other's lives in this way.In the end, there was nothing to talk about, so we looked at the old and mottled map on the wall of the hotel together.His fingers traveled along the silk road and reached the far end beyond the map.

"We can go straight along this road...to the south along Lite, to Daxia..."

Flaviz tore off the map, wrapped his hands around my body, put it on my lap, and read out every ancient place name one by one, and even some local legends, telling me one by one like he did when he was a child listen.

I was fascinated by it, but because of his soft and deep voice, my heart was like a sponge full of water, swelling up little by little, and falling to the deepest reality.

In the end, he got dry mouth when he talked about it, took a sip of wine and asked me where I wanted to go the most.

I stared at the shadow of his fingers in silence for a moment, and then realized that I finally had the so-called freedom, but found that the destination I had been longing for was in his palm.Is it too unmanly?No, just like a child.

"I have always wanted to explore the farther east, such as Silk Country, or India, to places that Alexander has never been to." I took a sip of wine, pointed to the border of the map, and said pretending to be ambitious against my will.

He didn't answer right away, as if he had read my mind.Putting my hands together in the palms, he drank the glass of wine close to my cheeks, his moist lips fluttered beside my ears, asking me softly where he wanted to go.He poured the wine on my chest with his hand, and went all the way down the abdomen, staying in the gully where he had licked and kissed, and ordered a little.

I trembled all over, he always had a way to make me disarm and surrender.

Even if you don't say it, the answer is self-evident.I squeezed his chin and turned my head to drink the remaining wine in his mouth, as if I was very drunk.

Li Ri, what woke me up was a commotion not far or near.Flaviz was not in the room, and I felt an ominous premonition in my heart, so I went to the window and opened the curtain a crack.In the distance, a long line of people poured in from Lite's city gate, and the other city gate was about to be blocked.

The Yada people don't want to provoke the Persian army. They can only come in with such a big fanfare, and they can only search our pursuers.We were too careless, thinking that nothing would happen if we escaped from the territory of Persia.

"Flavitz!" I got dressed and panicked when I couldn't find him up and down the hotel. Unexpectedly, as soon as I went out, I bumped into an Indian woman wrapped in a sari.

I'm sorry, I pushed her away hastily, and my waist was hooked casually, only then did I realize that the woman's figure was too tall, and a pair of narrow, half-squinted eyes were exposed under the veil that covered her face.

While I was stunned, the hand on my waist moved to my buttocks, and I squeezed it very presumptuously.

The shop owner sitting at the door blew a playful whistle, and I dragged him to the stables in embarrassment, all the way to the remote city, squeezed into the rugged and narrow ancient road.The wind blowing through the alley was blowing head-on, and the rich fragrance of powder from Flaviz's body disturbed the nostrils, and I couldn't help but get goose bumps all over my body, but his arms wrapped me tightly like snakes, and his head rested on my shoulder. It looks like a little bird clinging to people, biting my cheek from time to time through the scarf.

I've never found Flaviets to have such a... funny side.

But when I entered the crowded city road, I realized that it was wise for him to do so.

We were like a very ordinary young couple mixed in the caravan going out of the city. Perhaps judging from the strange eyes of some passers-by, I might be regarded as a human trafficker who sold women of different races.

—No one could sympathize with my situation, even though Flavich's hand touched my thigh under the veil and made me blush.

Chapter 128 [Final Chapter Part [-]]

When I mixed out of the city gate with the bustling crowd, I saw Ishkad's face in the army who was searching at the gate, and as if it was a kind of tacit understanding, he also saw me inadvertently.

The tense nerves were relieved all of a sudden.Just looking at each other for a moment, he looked away, ordered the army to go to another city gate, and finally did not forget to look back at me.I nodded respectfully, thanked him, and said goodbye.I know this will be the last time we see each other.

Before he was far away from Lit's city gate, Flaviz grabbed the reins, clamped the horse's belly, and drove the horse into the twilight, as if he wanted to leave my past and his pain behind.

Without the pressure of pursuing soldiers, we traveled fast and sometimes slowly, wearing stars and moons, and arrived at a tribe of vagrants when night fell.This small oasis is surrounded by a crescent-shaped lake. We camped next to a remote sand dune, and were invited by the homeless to sit around the campfire and eat together.

During the conversation, I learned that the vagrants here come from far away places, including the nearby Attarians, Persians, Romans, Indians, Silk Kingdoms, Goths, and some other races that I can't name.The dinner was very sumptuous, especially there was no lack of mellow spirits, and there was no shortage of unique singing and dancing to add to the fun, which was dazzling.

Since Flaviz was still dressed as a woman, from time to time people cast envious glances at me, and some even whistled to tease him.At this time, I don't know how anyone would feel if they knew that he had been the king of the Roman Empire.

Thinking of me can't help but feel a little uncomfortable, but Flaviz doesn't seem to care, as if watching the performance with great interest.Before I knew it, I drank a little too much and got into a fight with a guy who had the guts to unmask Flaviz.Of course, Flaviz stopped me just in time before I beat him unconscious——

In full view, I was carried back to the tent in the shape of an Indian dancer.

For a moment, I was so ashamed that I wanted to die, and my mind was immediately swallowed by the resurgent alcohol.

I hooked Flaviz's neck drunkenly, the fringe fringes of his sari were all in front of my eyes, and the blurred halos flickered in the lights, making me dizzy even more.

"You obviously can't drink, but you still drink so much?" He squinted his eyes to examine me, wiped the liquid from his mouth for me, and took a water bottle to feed me.I drank too fast and choked his chest, and the water soaked his tight chain link corset, revealing the gully of a man's chest and abdomen, but there was an indescribably perverted and charming style.

Take off... take off.I just blurted it out.

As soon as the words fell, I felt that the fire in the tent suddenly dimmed a bit.

"Okay..." There was a narrow smile in his ear, and the tassels danced ambiguously on his cheeks, "You take it off."

Every word, sound, and even breath is almost seductive.

Combined with the disturbing fragrance of powder, I really have the illusion of being seduced by a woman.

Maybe it's because I'm used to being bullied by him, but under the influence of alcohol, I can't help becoming arrogant, pressing him down on the defensive instead of attacking, randomly pulling his thin skirt, and groping in with one hand along his calf, like a lustful drunk.

Flaviz was surprisingly obedient and allowed me to sit on my body and do whatever I wanted.

Thinking of all the past, I became more presumptuous, deliberately lowered my head and bit the buttons on his corset like a woman, with the intention of collecting debts.

His face was half covered in the sari, as if separated by a layer of fog, and his naturally bewitching eyes were even more tender and misty, enough to melt a thousand-year-old glacier into snow.

When I looked at him like this, I just wanted to be in this man's eyes for a lifetime, but I refused to beg for mercy, and pretended to remove his sari with one hand: "I married you, Julyans Flaviz. From today, you are my legal wife. Are you willing to swear to Aphrodite, God of Love, to be loyal to your husband for the rest of your life?"

"I am willing."

Flaviz held my hand cooperatively, and there was a brand-like red mark on his thin, rouged lips.

When I looked down from this angle, I suddenly discovered that there was a string of names embroidered on his chest, and my heart trembled suddenly.

My name, with a unique chain link, looks like an Indian-style tattoo.

I think it was stabbed by the way when I went to change the clothes today.

I caressed the tattoos carefully, and suddenly felt a little unwilling that this was not my handwriting, but seeing him take out a thin needle and a copper bottle from nowhere, I couldn't help being stunned.

"The technique I just learned may hurt a little." He smiled, put one arm around my waist, and hung his hand on my shoulder. After I nodded in agreement, he stabbed the same position on his chest stroke by stroke. .

Perhaps the strength of the wine has paralyzed the pain, leaving only the bone-to-marrow sweetness, and even the pleasure of having intercourse with him physically.I shuddered a few times as the needle tip spun on my skin.

When the work was finished, he was sweating profusely, and his body was extremely hot. Just being disinfected with the tip of his tongue, he almost wanted to vent his body.

By the time the dike-broken mind managed to gather up, the person had already been brought back to the situation by his arms on his lap.

The charming skirt was raised up to the hips, and was half-drenched with sweat, but what was exposed underneath was a handsome male body, wrapped in obscene trousers trimmed with gold leaf, so gorgeous that it was unsightly.

Just looking at it, my whole body was hot, I was so ashamed that there was no room for me, but my body was tense.

He wrapped the wet sari in his palm, rubbing it lightly and sometimes heavily, the gauze in the palm of his hand was like a handful of fine sand, which only forced the wine in my belly to pour down as I wished, and urinated all over his body uncontrollably .I was embarrassed and ashamed, but I couldn't resist the heavy tiredness after venting, and when I closed my eyes, my brain was disconnected.

Half asleep and half awake, I only felt my body being turned over and pierced from behind.

My name was called softly in the ear, but the offensive below me was like a storm, completely ignoring my drunkenness, and vividly interpreted "taking advantage of others".

I opened my mouth wide and couldn't breathe, my nose and mouth were filled with the strong aroma of cosmetic powder, and finally I smelled the familiar breath after my sweat washed away the strong tide.

Before falling into a deep sleep, her hands were locked tightly by slender fingers, and a scalding kiss fell on the back of her neck.

"Sleep, my little Cupid."

I fell asleep in this familiar comfort and fell asleep.

Chapter 129 [Final Chapter Part [-]]

In my dream, there are all the scenes that I have been with Flaviz for the past few days. There are all kinds of scenes, fleeting, flowing like a river, clearly appearing in front of my eyes. When I wake up, they will collapse to fragments. Before I could react, it slipped away from my feet like quicksand.

In an instant, the surrounding scenery changed, and it became another scene.The sky is full of red clouds, a long river lies in front of me, the water and the sky line.A slender figure stood quietly at the other end, followed by a small figure.I ran after it, but the river became wider and wider, and it was still difficult to reach the other side.When he was hesitating, a gust of wind blew past his ears, bringing soft whispers.

I woke up in the midst of the promised farewell, and looked to my side with a premonition.

——The person next to him is empty, and Flaviz has disappeared, leaving only a piece of letter paper.

After sitting there for a long time, I stood up and walked outside the tent.The warm and warm sunshine fell on my feet, almost making me unable to open my eyes.Not far away, the scene of a family playing by the lake came into my sight. I subconsciously raised my arms to cover my blurred eyes, and I was a little unstable.

It should be the best ending for us to go to the same goal by different routes, but fate always loves to play tricks on those who are stubborn.

I should have thought that I was the only one who survived.Flaviz died a long time ago, died on the battlefield of Shushtar, stayed in the world with only a sliver of obsession, accompanied me to the end that he could reach, and gave me the freedom I have longed for for many years with his own hands, making up for it. It's a pity that he can't be with me forever.

That's why he can destroy the soul-calling ceremony without any scruples, and that's why he can be so indifferent to the past.

I closed my eyes, my heart collapsed inch by inch like a disintegrating mountain, but there was a gust of wind blowing through my ears, bringing the familiar words in my dream, as clear as if he was still by my side and never left.

"I don't believe in fate, I don't believe in time, I only believe in you."

I silently recited the verses Flaviz wrote to me in my hand, responding to the lingering wind chant.

The corner of the clothes suddenly tightened slightly, I lowered my head, and a young child carved in pink and jade looked at me ignorantly, with strange-colored pupils shining brightly in the sun.

My heart suddenly trembled, and the collapsed part seemed to be tightly glued together by some indescribable and tenacious force. I squatted down and embraced the most precious gift that Flaviz left me in my arms.

***

Perhaps the peaceful years always fly by quickly, and before I know it, I have spent half my life in the desert.

When the old age began to eat away at my body, Flaviz and my son became the lords of Lite and went to Huihe. I heard that he conquered the Zoroastrian tribes there, just as I gave him the meaning of "sun and moon" In his name, he became their king, known as "Ming Zun", with power as far as the northern border of Silk Kingdom.

When I had a stronger premonition that my time was approaching, I returned to Athens, alone guarding the temple where I met Flaviz for the first time, hoping that he would suddenly appear on a rainy night one day as promised.

As imagined, on the eve of death, there was another heavy rain in the sky.

I am glad that my lifespan is not long enough, and I don't have to linger in the lonely world for too long, so I can reunite with Flaviz earlier.Listening to the rain dripping on the marble floor, my soul returned to the long steps in front of the temple in a trance. When I looked up, I saw a familiar figure standing in the firelight, stretching out towards me. hands.

I couldn't help laughing, and ran forward with all my strength, and plunged into the long-awaited embrace through the long years, just like rushing to a destined reunion.

**

On February [-], [-], I came to Athens.

The first stop is... the Parthenon, where many legends in Greek mythology happened.

This thousand-year-old monument makes me feel inexplicably familiar.

Really amazing, as if I have been here a long time ago.I can draw every pillar, every brick, and even the words carved on the floor with my eyes closed.Especially the statue of Aphrodite, there are a series of dents under her feet that look like chains, all of which are exactly the same as in the dream.

But I have never been out of Iran before, this is the first time I went to Europe...

A sound of footsteps interrupted my reverie.

The heart beat inexplicably, as if some incredible miracle had come.

I involuntarily stopped writing down the pen in my travel diary, and my eyes seemed to be pulled by an invisible thread, and I cast my eyes behind a pillar at the entrance of the temple. The slender figure outlined by the faint sunlight was walking up the steps step by step.

It was a tall young man, dressed in a wine-red suit, dignified and restrained, with a poppy pinned to his chest, long blond hair tied in strands, hanging down his shoulders; his face was atypically Italian, as if in a classical Greek portrait He is as handsome as a god, and the moment he walked in, the whole temple was brightened.

I guessed he was a star who came here to shoot a movie, and the photographer behind him confirmed my guess.

Mr. Flaviets!Please stand beside Cupid... The sound of snapping pictures followed one after another.

"Ah Thien! We should go to the next destination!"

My companion outside reminded me loudly.

I know maybe I should avoid it, but I can't move in a daze.Whether it's the name, or the appearance of this man, or the moment when we stood in the temple, it's all too familiar.

As if he was looking for something, he squinted his eyes casually and looked around, his eyes swept over everything around him, and met me without warning, as if they were cast together.

In an instant, all the vague whispers in the dream were stripped into the clearest oath.

Word by word echoed in my ears.

"Even if it takes thousands of years, we will eventually meet again like the sun, the moon and the stars."

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End of the story

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Ah, it took eight months to finally finish writing~~Everyone wishes Little Wild Cat and Many Flowers to be safe in this life. 030 They met again after 700 years. They are lovers destined to be together in past and present lives. !

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