swear to love heaven

Sunshine, falling on dozens of huge stone pillars uprooted from the flat ground, piercing through the thin clouds and projecting golden light, outlined the straight and majestic figures of the stone pillars, as if they were towering giant trees that broke through the ground, pointing directly at the vast sea of ​​clouds The blue sky of...

The iron stone chisel in the hands of the craftsman is beating on the hard stone surface, making a compact and dull impact sound; in the open space, huge stones are moving slowly under the tug of hundreds of people; people scattered around are burying their heads Hard work... moving stones, erecting piles, conveying sand, trimming stones...

This is like a construction site. Judging from the outline of the place as far as the eye can see, it should be a palace being built.

Asking curiously, he stared at the busy construction site without retracting his probing gaze. "You brought me here just to watch this?"

A sunny smile rarely appeared on this cold face. Lemomena took half a step forward and stood on the edge of the terrace, looking at the palace that had begun to take shape under his feet. The bottom of the eyes, flickering, unpredictable, adding a trace of quiet charm.

"This was originally a palace on the south side of the palace. When my father was alive, he often held banquets here to entertain envoys from various countries. When Rabalsa ordered the execution of Muhari, we had no choice but to blow up the mountain. The palace was destroyed by mudslides, and the execution square below the palace was thrown into chaos before Muhali was rescued. For some unknown reason, La Balza did not rebuild it, but abandoned it.”

After a little speculation, one can roughly guess La Balsa's mentality. This palace, which was instantly swallowed by the tumbling mudslide, became an accomplice in the robbery of Muhali. , How can it be rebuilt?

Xixiu frowned slightly, remembering that Sharma had told her the news of Muhali's robbery with great interest.At that time, the report only said that on the day of the execution, during the summer rainstorm period, the mudslides washed away the mountain, causing damage to one side of the Hittite palace, thus...

Torrential rain is a force of nature that no one can stop.However, that mudslide, which was enough to completely submerge a huge palace, came from the power of human beings, and no one could stop it.

The torrential rain has softened the mountain, and with a powerful blast, not to mention a palace, the entire Hittite palace built on the mountain is likely to collapse and be scattered by the rolling mudslides.

Half of God, half of man, just right match made in heaven.

Is this the gods helping Lemomenna, or is her always bold and violent behavior always able to bring unexpected results?

Khaleesi was a little confused, and this kind of confusion was like a lock, tightly locking her brows, a shadow that couldn't be dispelled by the sun, entrenched in the floating eyes of blue light, silently.

A thought deep in her heart that she didn't want to be mentioned was growing unknowingly, expanding to a situation that she couldn't escape.

I chose to be silent, lowered my eyes, dark blue waves flickered in the black hair facing the wind, flying lightly and leisurely, but the heavy thing was pulled out by this strand of hair, which is called a sad and helpless emotion.

"I converted this ruin into a library, and soon, it will be filled with books from all over the world. I have sent people to Egypt, Syria, Two Rivers, Mycenae, and the East to collect all kinds of books for you. Books. When the library is completed--"

"You should be the king of Hittite!" Suddenly, she interrupted her words, and under her suspicious gaze, gritted her teeth and said the words with difficulty that were so painful that her heart stopped beating suddenly.

Surprised, his brown eyes flashed like lightning, his voice sank, and he asked, "What did you say?"

Taking a deep breath, meeting those tea eyes that couldn't hide her intense confusion, Kalixi raised the corners of her mouth leisurely, her melancholy smile was like a flower about to wither on the edge of a cliff.The cold wind dancing around the terrace tugged at the hem of the white skirt, forcing this thin body to tremble slightly.

"Lemomenna, stand up and be the king of the Hittites and do what you should do." Why, she hates herself...she hates herself for saying such words, hates herself for not being selfish for once, and hates herself for knowing it well Only doing so is the right decision.

Frowning, inextricably dazed, made that always resolute and resolute face reveal a moment of bewilderment... Breathing, a little chaotic, and some slight tingling pain, like a tiny thorn buried in the body I want to find it somewhere, but I don't know where to look for it.

Dazed, confused, in a trance... Uneasy... Ignore the movement of the craftsmen carving and chiseling stones behind them, ignore the sudden and turbulent sound of the wind beside you, ignore the clamor that is already boring in your heart, and ignore the fists pressing on the blood Leaving the stinging pain in his palm, Lemomena found himself wanting to laugh, laughing uncontrollably, laughing at Khaleesi's inexplicable stupidity.

However, she couldn't laugh at all, she couldn't laugh at that delicate face that was obviously suppressing and suppressing emotions, the delicate smile, the delicate sadness, the delicate so weak that people couldn't look directly... like this Khaleesi, a little princess who never knew selfishness.

Without saying a word, standing in the golden light and shadow intertwined by the sun and the mountain wind, Lemomenna's cool gaze cast over the half-moon arch behind Kalisi's shoulders, as if carved on the edge of the stone arch. Something interesting caught her attention.

Her reaction was as expected, but it was more silent, more blunt and indifferent than expected.

"Whether you are the regent king or the Hittite king, no matter who you are, I don't care. I don't care what others think of me. I will be here with you." Rubbing into the breeze with gentle whispers , moving slowly towards the white railing on the edge of the terrace.

This well-lit terrace became more and more gloomy and cold when Lemomena's gloomy atmosphere suddenly invaded like winter, as if a bottomless vortex slowly condensed in her eyes, and then flowed along The corners of the eyes were stiff and drooped.

The sun can illuminate the scene in front of you, but it can't illuminate the dead silence between the two.

Youyou, turning her face away, looked deeply at Kalixi beside her. At the moment when she was staring at the construction site in front of her in a daze, she heard a voice that seemed to be condensed by the winter wind.

"Muhali came to you, he asked you to convince me, didn't he?"

Such a voice was so dark that it made people inexplicably flustered, and the chaotic mood suddenly became more chaotic and silent.

Khaleesi's silence had already answered her, she raised her eyebrows, and the dark light entrenched in her eyes moved accordingly, and the sunlight waited for an opportunity to seep into her brown eyes again, but the sunlight was obviously too weak. "I will order that foreign officials are not allowed to enter the harem in the future, so you don't have to worry about them coming to disturb you again."

"He didn't bother me. It's my own idea that I want you to be the Hittite king." I said hastily, blue eyes flickering.

Frowning, a trace of sullenness quietly emerged. "Karixi, what do you want?"

"I..." dumbfounded, the sunlight stung his gaze, and a circle of ripples set off blue waves.

A sigh was so heavy that Lemomena couldn't bear it. He turned around, looked at Kalixi who was looking anxious, reached out to hold her shoulder, felt an uncontrollable tremor from the shoulder under his palm, and then He frowned deeply once.

"As I said, I have no interest in this throne at all. Although Muhari and the others have followed me for many years, tried their best to protect me, and helped me avenge my blood hatred. However, it is they who let me sit on the Iron Throne. After all kinds of worries, I made a wrong decision that put me in trouble."

Looking up, the blue eyes reflected a gentle but dull face. This kind of Lemomena was different from the usual dazzling arrogance.She struggled on the edge of an invisible despair, struggling exhaustedly to resist some powerful force that wanted to drag her into the abyss.

"Karixi, do you really want me to be king... Do you really think so?" This is a simple question, but it suppresses a wave of emotions that make the two of them fall into painful shackles at the same time, like a trapped animal Roaring in a small space, trying to use his cry to call out the resonance of his companions...