swear to love heaven

On both sides of the gray-brown city gate are neatly lined up lines. Young Hittite soldiers hold long swords and stand tall in the bright sunshine. The solemn face under the brass-colored helmet reveals a trace of nervousness. .

A few months ago, at the same gate, in the same lineup, they sent away the king who conquered Kadesh with awe.

Turning day and night, the returnee they welcome today is not their own king, but the man who killed La Balsa in front of a million troops.

Until now, there are still doubts in the hearts of these fighters...

Is this Regent, who was appointed in danger, Hittite's benefactor or ---- enemy?

She killed the Hittite king. This alone is enough to be regarded as a deadly enemy by the Hittites, and the Hittite Empire should devote all its resources to avenge La Balsa.

However, the protracted catastrophe of fighting Egypt for ten years ended in her hands.

A Kadeshi contract saves not only the millions of soldiers who fought bloody battles ahead, but also the impoverished national power that has long been dragged down by years of war, and tens of thousands of Hittite people who are looking forward to reuniting with their relatives ahead.

Young lives are returned home, weak national strength is restored, and the longed-for reunion is realized... Hittites, who would oppose a ruler who brought them peace.

The sound of drums came from the city tower, the sound was like thunder, knocking away the thoughts hovering in the eyes of the people, their expressions tightened, and their breaths became short of breath.

The black and gold-encrusted banner fluttered and fluttered in the fierce autumn wind on the edge of the city, shaking off a mighty team, and it was a sight that could not be seen at a glance.

The horse team riding in the front was heading straight towards the city gate. The black figure at the head was covered with the brilliance of the sun, shining so dazzlingly that people couldn't look directly at it.

It turns out that black can be so dazzling, not as insolent and dazzling as the sun, but it has the ruthlessness that can swallow the sun, just like a storm that blows over the sky and covers the sky, and the smell of swirling dust is approaching the breath.

As soon as the reins were pulled, the horse raised its front hooves and neighed proudly. As the front hooves stomped heavily on the sand and gravel, countless gravel shot out from the sand, and the white dust swirled around. , arrogant and domineering, condensed the publicity that broke the sun.

The moment he pulled down the mask, Lemomena glanced at the faces in front of the horse. From the sweaty young faces, he saw the expressions of shock and panic, as well as the doubt and fear deep in his eyes, just like the people standing in front of them. , is not a real flesh and blood body, but a shadow outlined by the sun, unpredictable, shocking, and mysterious.

"Your Highness." Muhari suddenly appeared in front of the horse, and knelt down slowly, his injuries still unhealed.

He got off the horse, bent down to help him up, and held his slightly trembling arm, feeling that this man who had always been emotionally restrained was suppressing some kind of excitement.

"Didn't you write back to ask you to wait for me in Hattusha? Why did you still come here? How about your injuries?" asked with concern, Lemomenna always felt complicated about Muhari's feelings, grateful, respected, and The teacher is also... the father.

Muhali took half a step back, nodded, and replied humbly: "The injury is not a problem, and it is almost ready. In his lifetime, Muhali finally waited for this day to welcome the blood of the great Timotu Dynasty to Anato Lia Plateau, how can I wait in Hattusha with peace of mind?" He knelt down again, and a respectful voice came from his hanging head, and he said word by word: "His Royal Highness, I welcome you back. To Hittite, the gods standing above Anatolia have witnessed the peace you brought to Hittite, and Hittite will enter a glorious age under your leadership."

As his cautious words fell, the people behind him knelt down and saluted like a sea tide, and the continuous friction of clothes corners, mixed with the whistling wind around his face, penetrated into Lemomena's eardrums together, and he lost his mind for a while.

The gloomy brown eyes stared at the sun, but couldn't brighten up.Sighing deeply, I don't know if the bumps along the way made her tired, or Muhari's words about the long way to go made her more worried.

He lifted him up with a smile, and said to the sea of ​​people who were still bowing down, "Get up."

The sound of knocking thanks came one after another.

"General Muhari." Kusina drove his horse to catch up from the rear of the team, with a loud and hearty voice, and his white teeth gleamed.

The two looked at him together, and Muhali went up to meet him, and looked at Kusina with a smile.Lemomena turned around and walked towards the team, the bamboo curtain of a black-topped carriage was gently rolled up.

Kushina glanced at Muhari and asked, "How is the injury?"

"I'm really old. I haven't recovered from such a small injury. I can't accept my old age!"

"How old are you? I don't think it's a problem for you to live another 50 years."

"General Cusina has really worked hard to protect the regent this time."

"There is no need to work hard, I should."

"Hey, you guys really have the leisure to grind your mouth here, do you have any wine? I'm dying of thirst." These words are enough to destroy the touching scene of the reunion of old friends.

Pointing to Aziz who dismounted from his horse and was walking towards them, Muhali rarely laughed, and scolded: "It's the mercy of the gods that you didn't die of thirst." Then, turning to Kusina, he continued: "Venesha also Here, she was going to welcome you together, but she insisted on supervising the arrangement of the dinner in person, afraid that those people would not be able to make something that the regent likes to eat, you little daughter, you are really careful."

Cusina nodded with a smile, but did not speak.

Out of the corner of his eyes, he caught sight of Lemomena helping Khaleesi get out of the carriage. Aziz coughed softly, tugged at the neckline, took the wine glass brought by the attendant, and drank it.After a long while, he felt the mellow liquid flowing into his body, and the blood that had been coagulated for a long time while sitting on the horse flowed smoothly again, and he opened his mouth with endless meaning.

"Finally alive, the Hittite wine is better, the Egyptian wine is like water, it's bland and tasteless."

Everyone laughed out loud, and the slightly dignified atmosphere just now became lively.

Over Aziz's shoulder, he saw Lemomena holding Khaleesi's hand, and the two were talking and laughing as they walked towards them.There was a strange flash in Muhali's mature and prudent eyes.Different from Kusina's embarrassing gaze, Aziz didn't seem to care, as if all he cared about was the wine glass being filled again.

"His Royal Highness." Muhari nodded, his tone slightly lower.

Tranquil's bright smile, like the bright moon on the sea, instantly illuminates people's astonishing sights, and she speaks with a slight smile. "General Muhari, are you feeling better?"

"It's much better, thank you princess for your concern."

Muhali still spoke very little, and his serious face was full of calmness all the time. After all, he was the general of the Hittite king's guards.

However, such a cautious face of scrupulously abiding by his duties made Khaleesi feel a little blunt indifference, as if his attitude towards him was limited to respect and courtesy, and in his eyes he was just an outsider.

Smiling lightly, ignoring the flashing thoughts in her heart, Kalixi leaned towards the person beside her and asked softly, "Where is Titi?"

Raising his eyes, his eyes swept across the dark crowd, and finally fell on a line of servants waiting on the side of the road.

"Bring Titi here." With an order, the guard immediately walked into the line and brought out Titi who had been waiting here for a long time.

"Princess! Princess!" As soon as she stepped forward, Titi waved at Kalixi regardless of etiquette, with tears of excitement on her face.

"Titi!" Let go of Lemomena's hand, and walked up to her with her skirt in her hands.

"Princess, I'm so worried. Why did you run away without saying a word, are you injured?" Titi ignored the presence of the crowd, pulled Kalixi to look left and right, and made sure everything was fine before she wiped away her tears. Weeping and talking.

"I'm fine, how about you, did anyone bully you?"

"After you escaped, all the entourage of your relatives were locked up. After a period of time, they were released and placed in the city. Everyone is fine now, so don't worry." Originally thought that Kalixi escaped like this, they went There is no day to meet.Unexpectedly, she returned to Keshi City again, let alone the person who came back with her... Is the Hittite regent the young woman with the strange skin on the side of her face?

Titi stared straight at Lemomenna with curious eyes, forgetting that she was a humble self, and she absolutely couldn't look at the noble royal family like this.

Following her surprised gaze, Kalixi smiled lightly. Lemomena was talking to some ministers. The breeze brushed her ears, and a few strands of brown hair swayed carelessly, showing a leisurely and indifferent expression. easy.

Turning around, looking at Titi, he said apologetically, "I'm sorry, Titi, it's my fault that caused you to suffer."

Shaking her head, afraid that Kalixi would blame herself, she changed the subject. "We didn't suffer, princess, don't say that. By the way, Halulu has become fat again. Now it only eats Hittite's sweet corn cakes. He doesn't eat anything else. He has a very picky mouth."

Covering his mouth and chuckling, his eyes turned, a beam of gaze that was quietly disturbed came from the young regent who was whispering to everyone.

"Maybe, I can't hold it anymore." Kalixi gestured to the size of Harulu's body in memory, and missed the little glutton who often slept on all fours in her arms.

"Kalisi." Lemomena's voice came downwind.

Looking sideways, he led Titi over. "Thank you for rescuing Titi and my entourage." I have said countless times of thanks, but it still doesn't feel enough.

Laugh without saying a word.

"Thanks to the Regent for saving his life." Titi knelt down and bowed to the ground to thank her.

"Get up, take good care of Khaleesi in the future." It seemed to be an order, but also an order.

"Yes, Prince Regent." Titi bowed her head again and responded.

"I've been exhausted all the way, please go to the Keshi Palace to rest the regent and the princess." Muhali spoke from the side, and everyone nodded in unison.

"Okay." With a faint smile, he took Kalixi's hand along the delicate gauze skirt at hand, intertwined familiar fingers, the temperature of late autumn was rejected by the hot palm, and the light brown eyes curved into a crescent, shining with different shades. A charming color.

"I want to eat and lick tacos." Walking beside her, although she was not used to the aggressive gazes around her, Khaleesi was able to turn a blind eye.

"Are you hungry?"

"I'm not hungry, Titi said that Halulu likes to eat this now, it must be delicious." With a coquettish sweet smile, the sun shredded into the sea blue eyes, a clear and enchanting blue.

He raised his eyebrows and said, "What's so delicious about that? It's not easy to digest if you eat too much, and your stomach will feel uncomfortable."

"I want to eat." Pouted, gently shaking the hand being held, with an expression of reluctance.

A bright smile, a little bright, a little indulgent. "Okay, when we get to the palace, let them prepare it for you. It will taste even better if you eat it with Gaai wine."

"Gaai wine?"

"A low-alcohol wine, sweet wine made from goat's milk, grape juice, and several kinds of grains."

"I don't have a good capacity for alcohol, so I can't drink." She seldom drank alcohol since she was a child, and she didn't have the capacity for alcohol of a woman in the palace. She still prefers to drink tea.

"It's okay. Gaai wine has almost no alcohol content. You won't get drunk. It's okay if you drink less." When we were in Pangting Mountain, everyone drank Gaai wine like water. Low-alcohol sweet wine quenches thirst better than water. It can also replenish physical strength and is very popular with the Hittites.

"Then I want to have a taste too." Smiling brows and eyes like flowers, a breeze passed by, holding the long skirt and fluttering leisurely, a few strands of black hair danced with the skirt, layers of soft light and shadow, unspeakable Beautiful.