swear to love heaven

The power of the hot summer fell on the green Anatolia Plateau, always showing some powerlessness, and the magnificent and majestic mountains and rivers during the day could not resist the madness of red.However, once it is night, in the blue breeze blowing from the continuous mountains over the mountains, the bitter and salty taste of the sea is faintly swirling, revealing traces of charming and enchanting comfort, blowing away the sultry heat of the day. under the stars.

"She won't come."

Suddenly startled, turning around, saw a face with a lazy smile against the bright moonlight, but Kalisi frowned unconsciously.

"Le--Menner will come."

That day, when her body was completely out of control, a voice rang in her ears, telling her a name in a gentle and touching tone, and said something like an oath...

Khaleesi believed that Lemomena would keep her oath... her, would take her back, no matter what the cost.

"Why do you believe her so much?" Curious, or doubtful, Kalixi is so convinced that the black-robed woman will come to save her, why is she?

Could it be based on the ten or so days they have known each other, or their strange relationship between friends and enemies...

"She will come, I believe in her. Menna is my friend and she is a good person."

"Friend...a good guy?" He chuckled, the light in his eyes shattered into light spots of teasing. "You have only known each other for more than ten days, and you think she is your friend, and you are sure that she is a good person, so I am not a good person in the world."

Frowning, his blue eyes staring at a hazy light, flashed with unwavering faith, which really surprised Sharma slightly. "Menna is just a good person, I just believe in her."

Suddenly, this unreasonable trust of hers, which came from nowhere, made Sharma feel annoyed, inexplicably.

"Have you ever thought about it, since you are strangers, why did she help you escape from marriage and take you all the way?" asked, with a trace of uncontrollable sullenness, which he didn't even notice.

Stunned, her uneasy frown revealed Kalixi's uneasiness, Lin Feng slid over the skirt, and the long hair hanging by his side moved leisurely, light and unpredictable.

Seeing that she was silent, her thin shoulders shrank in the night wind, she looked at a loss.

Suddenly, Sharma felt a little regretful.

"It's so easy to trust people, it's hopeless to be stupid." He muttered softly, turned around, with a hint of haste.

"She..." said, and stopped hesitantly. Seeing Sharma stop and look back at herself, Kalixi tightened her throat, took a deep breath, raised her face slightly, and said every word seriously. Said: "She won't hurt me, I trust her. If you can't trust the people around you, how can you be called a friend?"

Dazed for a moment, strands of astonishment flashed across his eyes, which were full of faint stars and moons, and they disappeared in a flash.After a while, a voice with a smile sounded, Xin Ran. "You're right, she won't hurt you. However, not everyone sincerely wants to make friends. There are too many seemingly kind people in this world who approach you, but they actually have ulterior motives behind them, Your Highness. "

"What about you, are you one of those people?" The evening breeze was light, with a hint of fragrance creeping in, unknowingly entangled and surrounded the delicate atmosphere between the two.

She raised her eyebrows frivolously, scratched her nose lightly with her fingertips, and the smile in her eyes spread across her stiff face, followed by a low sigh, which was an embarrassing sense of loss. "Sorry, Your Royal Highness."

The slender eyebrows that were furrowed quietly relaxed after hearing the apologetic words.The corner of the mouth hooked the tenderness of the moonlight, with a hint of helplessness and understanding. "Sharma, maybe one day we can be friends too."

His eyes flashed lightly, and for a moment, he nodded slightly. "Rest early, Your Highness."

Withdrawing his gaze and taking a step, the red hair swayed behind his back, like a red cloud hiding the inexplicable curvature of the corner of Sharma's mouth when he turned around.

Watching the mottled moonlight streaming from the leaves, slipping from Sharma's shoulders, with a ray of dark green grass behind her, Kalixi stood motionless under the tree, the dark night fell into the blue sky. From the bottom of his eyes, there was a soundless stormy sea...

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The hollow oil lamps inlaid on the walls show exquisite carving skills everywhere. The candles hanging in the lampshades are like sparks floating in the air. The murals... It seems that you can already hear the neighing of the tall horses striding forward in the murals, the hunting rhythm of the hunting horn blowing in your ears, and the loud shouting of the riders raising their swords from the gentle wind. Victory slogan.

These colorful works of art, with the help of the magical power of pen and ink, condense time in a moment.

However, some things can never be condensed into a silent picture, such as some old fragments in memory.

"Really him?"

"Yes."

"Ask the mastermind and accomplices?"

"Not yet, he has a very strict mouth, and he didn't say a single word after several days of torture." Not only a few words, Muhali didn't even snort, he was really stubborn and hopelessly loyal. , but it is also worthy of admiration for his backbone.

With a glint in his eyes, he sat behind the low table and slapped his palm on the delicate small table, causing the cups and plates to tremble, and the golden wine cup almost fell to the floor.

"He must be made to speak. Those traitors and assassins are still hiding in Hattusha. We must find them and execute them all."

"Yes, the minister will step up."

He seemed to think of something, and asked instead: "Apart from Muhari, did any people loyal to Piehati run out back then?" Probably not, Hattusha had already been sealed off at that time, and the palace was blocked from inside. It is almost impossible to escape from Hattusha without killing anyone outside.

Tukecha also thought carefully about the bloodbath that overthrew the Hittite royal family 15 years ago. The massacre of the palace was supervised by La Balsa himself, and there would be absolutely no survivors.At that time, I was in charge of sealing the three city gates, not to mention people, and I didn't even let out a single sheep.

"My lord, I don't remember anyone escaping from the city. If you want to say the only thing that I have worried about for many years, there is one thing."

Slightly startled, he asked. "What's up?"

"It was a little princess who was placed in the temple and taken care of by the priest because of acne."

Nodding suddenly, his fingertips touched the marble tabletop, his eyes darkened. "The entire temple was burned to the ground, and there was no one left alive. Why do you have to worry about a little girl under ten years old?"

Shaking his head, he seemed to disagree slightly with La Balsa's words. "My lord, do you still remember? At that time, there were a few children of the royal family who were treating the pox in the temple. They were about the same age as the little princess, and they were all burned to death in the temple together. The corpses are beyond recognition. And, The families of those children are also on the list. Therefore, we don’t know how many children received treatment in the temple. We only have a rough estimate. In this way, whether the little princess really died in the temple In the midst of the fire, we cannot be entirely sure."