swear to love heaven

The purple gauze dress fluttered quietly in the breeze blowing in by the door, and the twisted and twisted gold thread and silver thread were embroidered with gorgeous and exquisite patterns, silently blooming luxurious loneliness in the gradually brightening light.

Standing with hands down in an extraordinarily spacious and bright room, the delicate face with light makeup and light makeup is full of traces of excessive sadness, tired, gloomy, and lifeless.

"Karixi, marry the great Hittite monarch and live in the most powerful country. You have to be grateful for the blessings of the gods and serve the Hittite king well, understand?" Ayufa sat at the table , Putting on the posture of a loving father and strict king, and speaking sternly, there is no trace of pity for this daughter who is about to marry far away.

Nodding, closing eyes, tears flooded into a blue ocean.

"Have you taught her all the etiquette that should be taught to her? Has she learned it?" Ayufa was still worried when he asked the palace manager next to him.

The plump white chief quickly bowed and replied cautiously: "Yes, my lord. I have taught it all to Her Royal Highness, and the princess has also learned it."

The manager's smiling eyes were squeezed into a slit by the fat on his face. In order to teach the court etiquette to this silly princess, he almost took his life in with him.The time is too short, and there are so many rules, this princess Luopo who became stupid after a serious illness at the age of seven, fortunately, was not so stupid as to know nothing, and finally learned all of them stumbled.

With a hum, Ayufa looked at Kalisi who had been silent since entering the door, and couldn't help being surprised and puzzled. Even he himself didn't expect that there was such a beautiful princess in the Syrian royal palace... comparable to the Mediterranean Clear blue eyes, long black and smooth wavy hair, fair to slightly pale skin, except for a little thinness, this girl is definitely a rare beauty embryo.

It's a pity that it's going to be cheaper than that insidious jackal of La Balsa. With Kalixi's appearance, even if she marries into the Egyptian harem full of beautiful women, she will definitely be able to outshine everyone. happy.

However, even with the method of kinship, I am afraid that it will not be able to stop Ramonsis II's ambition to dominate the world, but will waste Khaleesi's clean and beautiful appearance in vain.

"Kalixi, come here." Calling softly, Ayufa picked up a letter on the table.

Hesitating, he raised his eyes to look at the strange Ayufa, and then looked at the fat manager. Seeing that he was winking and beckoning her to come forward, Kalixi walked slowly to Ayufa and bowed his head.

"Give this letter to King Hittite himself, and he will treat you well."

He reached out to take the letter, looked at the yellowed sheepskin envelope, and nodded.Looking up, he accidentally aimed at the table, and saw a huge piece of parchment depicting complex terrain spread on the place where the envelope was just placed, so he couldn't help but take a few more glances.

"Okay, the time is almost up, let's go as soon as you get ready." Ayufa stood up and waved. The maids walked behind Kalisi and nodded.

He took a few steps back, bowed and saluted, as quiet as a calm lake.Following the maid to the door, stepping over the threshold, her footsteps stopped suddenly, she turned her head slowly, and looked at the people in the room with teary eyes. Under their indifferent gaze, after a while, she withdrew her helpless gaze , Surrounded by maids on the left and right, walked towards the palace gate that had never been stepped out.

Step by step, difficult and bitter.

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Glancing at the ministers and nobles who were leaving the hall one after another, La Balsa got up from the huge iron throne, and the maid hurriedly raised a blood-red curtain, and a stone door carved with golden lacquer appeared behind the curtain, which vaguely sounded as if there was still some time left. The sound of gurgling water came along the winding and endless corridor, and a breeze came along the stone gate, which made the drowsy brain, which had been annoyed by the complaints of the nobles for a whole morning, a little more sober.

Tukecha did not retreat with the others, but stood aside, nodding and smiling goodbye to his colleagues and nobles, until the last few officials passed by, he aimed at the Iron Throne, and happened to see La Balsa stepping into the throne Shimen's back.

After thinking for a moment, he stepped up a few steps of white marble and followed La Balsa. The maid behind him gently lowered the red curtain, and the gentle breeze and water sound disappeared.

He stepped forward quickly, nodded, and said lightly: "My lord, I know a thing or two about what the nobleman said just now."

Don't mind Tukecha following him to the harem without a summons, La Balza hummed lightly, waiting to hear the news he found out.

"The bandits in the Ponting Mountains have indeed become more rampant in the past few years. In the early years, they just robbed some wealthy businessmen who passed by. Now even the nobles and officials are not spared. They are often lurking in the mountains and valleys, and they are robbed in a whirlwind style. Just run, not long ago Lord Lushiha was robbed when he passed through the Lezi Valley, and the bandits even wounded his guards."

Frowning, Lu Shiha's fat face appeared in front of his eyes, and he asked, "How many bandits are there who robbed him?"

His eyes flickered, and he answered respectfully. "I heard from Mr. Rushha that there are 50 people."

There was a flash of light in the dark brown eyes, and then he asked: "There are really 50 people?" The question was made in a definite and contemptuous tone.

Tuquecha nodded with a smile, and followed La Balsa's slow pace step by step, with imperceptible contempt in his voice. "This... the minister sent someone to inquire, and it seems that there are not... so many people." He said it mildly, but the narrowness in his eyes was obvious.

"How many?"

"two people."

Silence, raised eyebrows.As if he had known about Lushha's little trick for a long time, La Balsa didn't show surprise, but paused a little, looked at Tukecha behind him, saw him bowing his head under his gaze, and walked towards go forward.

"Two people wounded Rushha's bodyguard. Is his bodyguard a woman? Hittite would be ashamed to have such an incompetent nobleman. He had the nerve to make up a lie that he was attacked by fifty bandits. , Useless trash!"

"King, please calm down. I don't care whether Master Lu Shiha's words are true or not. The bandits in the Pangting Mountains are too rampant. This is a fact. If you don't send troops to wipe them out, things will change in the future."

"Originally, there were valleys stretching in that area, and Lin Shendao was more convenient for hiding. It has always been a place where bandits gather. The imperial court has also sent troops to clean up countless times, but they can't always kill the grass. At most, let them hide from the limelight and disappear for a while. After a while They will reappear in time. However, the Hittite army is now in Kadesh City, and the domestic forces are empty. If you want to clear the bandit army in the Ponting Mountains, you must send at least 5000 people. Do you think we still have such a surplus force? ?"

La Balsa's seemingly unhurried tone has already clearly explained the situation of the domestic military strength becoming weak since the Hittites went to war with Egypt.They are almost indifferent to the war, hiding as far away as they can, and asking them to pay for the army is as painful as cutting their flesh.

"Yes, I think so too. Right now, the battle on the front line is not very clear. The 20 troops in the country must wait until the front line needs it most before they can be transferred. They cannot be sent to do other things. However, the nobles also need to appease their emotions. No, lest they complain all day long." Everyone in Tukchabi understands the number of Hittite domestic troops. The main force has all rushed to Kadesh City on the banks of the Orondo River. Hattusha couldn't move at all.

A long sigh, a little powerless and helpless.

"Go represent me, appease the nobles and the royal family, and let them rest in peace. When the Hittites win, the first thing to do is wipe out the bandits in the Ponting Mountains, and all the money captured will belong to them." For these people who are interested in money, only money works best.

Leaning back, he said with a smile: "Your Majesty, you are wise. I will convey the words of the Majesty to all the nobles. I believe they will understand the painstaking efforts of the Majesty."

Tukecha seemed to think of something, the smile on his face suddenly widened, and his voice also had a distinct smile. "My lord, Princess Kalixi has already set off and will reach Hittite in a few days. Who will the lord decide to send to the border?"

He snorted contemptuously, folded his hands behind his back, turned from the shady corridor to a path paved with gray stones, and said, "A silly princess, what is there to welcome, you can figure it out."

Letting his majestic Hittite king marry a stupid Syrian princess is an insult to his royal power. If it weren't for the drag on the war with Egypt and the urgent need for reinforcements on the front line, he would never marry a fool as his princess anyway. .

"Yes, let me let Piputa go. He is the magistrate of Keshi City. Once Princess Kalisi's team enters Hittite, they will pass through Keshi City. I wonder what the king wants?"

After humming casually, La Balsa saw some young maids not far from the courtyard picking up girls by the pool, their semi-wet and semi-dry skirts stuck to their exquisite and graceful bodies, making their throats and hair dry from the summer sun.

Tukecha followed Rabalsa's fiery eyes, immediately smiled knowingly, stopped in a tactful manner, and nodded: "My king, I will arrange to welcome the princess, and I will step back first."

"Go." He waved his hand resentfully, his eyes still lingering on those young and enchanting figures, and his brown eyes gradually deepened and darkened.

Tukecha bent down again, took a few steps back, turned around and stepped into the deep and winding corridor again.