swear to love heaven

"Princess, you don't have to be sorry to me. I grew up with the Prince Regent. I can understand some things that cannot be forced. I came here today not at the request of the Prince Regent, but because I want to come here." With a touch of sadness, It comes from the result that things have come to this point; a sense of relief comes from the well-known helplessness.

"..."

Taking a deep breath, as if relying on the warm and fragrant air inhaled into the chest, she had accumulated a lot of courage. Venessa looked at the exquisite and beautiful face opposite, and said seriously: "That time, I greeted you at the dinner in Keshi City. Disrespect, but you don't care about it, it really makes me ashamed, I wanted to apologize to you a long time ago, but I never had the courage."

Impressively, some of them fell in love with this girl who had a clear love and hate, with such a bold personality, she was indeed the daughter of the famous Hittite general Kushina.

"It's a wonderful thing to fall in love with someone. However, falling in love with someone who shouldn't be loved is the biggest trouble in the world. Venissa, I understand where your troubles come from, and I won't because You blame yourself for liking Lemomena. She is worthy of anyone's love, and I was charmed by her the first time I saw her."

If they didn't fall in love with the same person, maybe they could really become very close friends.

"Princess, you..." I was at a loss for words for a moment, I never thought that Kalixi would speak out without hesitation, frowning, the embarrassment on her face changed quietly. "You are a real match for the Prince Regent, equally compelling and equally interesting."

"Then would you like to be friends with such an interesting person?" She smiled calmly and coquettishly, her bright blue eyes were covered with a bright smile, which caught people's mind and spirit.

Even though she is also a woman, she was caught by that casual smile for an instant. "If I say I don't want to, will it be because I don't know what to do?"

Smiling with raised eyebrows, the coldness of deep winter can't condense the abundant warmth. With the exquisite curvature of the corners of Kalixi's lips, bits and pieces flow out from those bright blue eyes, filling every corner of Yuelin Hall together .

"Tell me more about Lemomena's childhood. I really want to know if she had such a stubborn, undisciplined and indifferent look when she was a child."

"Then you are really right. When the regent was young, she was very lonely and difficult to get close to. She hardly talked to others. I remember one time..."

Childhood memories, accompanied by Vinessa's vivid description, become a bridge between the two girls to open their hearts.

Sometimes, fate is like this, gathering and then parting.

Rather than dwelling on past events that are out of date, look up and look ahead.As the feelings hidden in your heart for many years go away forever, maybe there is a brand new friendship waiting for you...

Seeing Khaleesi's curious expression listening attentively, Vanessa smiled from the bottom of her heart.Although, there is still some sourness in my heart that cannot be washed away.However, she believed that she would let go of this unspoken obsession with Lemomena.

This little princess, who is so beautiful that she is both real and illusory, is probably worthy of the half-armored rebellious king regent...

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The line of sight followed by the last maid's flaxen dress and disappeared by the door, the huge wooden door was closed behind her, and the indifferent brown eyes fell on Da Wuxia again.

"Have you found a cure?" asked in a slightly anxious tone.

Da Wuxia nodded, his drooping face was full of guilt, and his voice was dull. "The minister failed the regent's great trust and searched all over the Hittite territory, but did not find a cure for the skin armor."

I closed my eyes, sighed, and when I opened my eyes again, the brown color glowed with a cold light of disappointment, alienation, and sadness. "Thank you, Da Wuxia."

Bowing, straight waist slowly bent, respectfully said: "I failed to find a cure, I let you down. However, I have ordered my subordinates to go to various countries to search, hoping to find cures for these skin armors in other places." At present, please be sure to wait for a few more days."

Nodding, in fact, when she ordered Da Wuxia to find a cure for the skin armor, she didn't have much hope.For this layer of treacherous and unspeakable skin, it is not easy to get rid of it.

"Sit down." Looking at the purple curtain hanging by the window, the firelight climbed onto the cloth curtain embroidered with exquisite patterns, and the meandering light and shadow fell to the ground along the coiled and indulgent patterns, and the trembling flames outlined the shadow again. The lines are unpredictable and enchanting.

Sitting down, he looked up at the woman on the throne, just as she was looking at the window in a daze, following her gaze, Da Wuxia swallowed his annoyance, and said lightly: "Your Highness, I don't know something, I wonder if I can Please teach me?"

Withdrawing his gaze, the purple curtain disappeared from the bottom of his eyes, replaced by Da Wuxia's frowning face, nodding. "Just ask."

The tightly knit brow did not let go because of her words, but the frown deepened a little.He remained silent, as if hesitating, and if he hesitated to speak.For a moment, as if he had made up his mind, he spoke in a slightly stiff tone.

"Why does Your Highness have to get rid of this body armor?"

As soon as this remark came out, Lemomenna was stunned for a moment, and half a moment later, a deep and introverted laughter came, which made Da Wuxia hear a little bit of desolation.

"Da Wuxia, what did you think when you saw me for the first time?" She asked, leaning against the back of the chair, resting her left hand on the iron armrest, tapping the armrest with her index finger unhurriedly, in an inexplicable way. An uneasy dull rhythm.

Startled, disturbed by the rhythm of light and heavy, his eyes froze slightly. "I?"

"Yes, tell me what you think honestly." Resting her chin with her right hand, the curve of her lips was light and casual.

"Yes, I don't dare to hide anything." He narrowed his eyes, clenched his hands on his lap, and the sweaty palms were clenched with uneasiness. "I was very shocked when I saw you for the first time. I couldn't believe my eyes. Although I have heard about the existence of this kind of skin armor in the world, I have never seen it with my own eyes until I saw Your Highness."

"Apart from being shocked, don't you feel anything else?" The fingertips tapped on the armrest, and the careless movement, the sound of burning charcoal struggling in the stove came from the ear, which was especially crisp and loud in such a quiet hall.

Gritting her teeth, sighing heavily, she said, "I... I'm scared."

The knowing smile was mixed with a gloomy expression, and the clear brown eyes turned from bright to dark in just an instant.

"That's right, even the commander of the dead army, who is not afraid of death, feels scared. Imagine how much fear others will feel when they see me." The face that was clearly smiling, but without the slightest warmth, was like a face that had been clouded. Cold and solidified mask, condensation like ashes spread along the corners of the eyes.

"Since the skin armor grew on my body, I have seen many people's eyes full of panic and astonishment, and their expressions as if they are alive. I don't mind other people's eyes at all, it's just..."

Suddenly, the smile was like smoke, light as if a gust of wind could blow it away. "I'm... tired."

Under such chilling gaze, Da Wuxia only felt something cold sweeping across his back, like a cold wind or a blade. "Your Highness, I am a reckless man who only knows how to fight and kill, but I can understand your feelings a little bit. Every time those people know that I am the leader of the dead army, the expression on their faces is like It’s as if I ate them raw, not to mention some timid rats who passed out after peeing their pants.”

"It seems that we all have the ability to frighten people." The fingertips tapped a slightly heavier rhythm, and then stopped.

"I dare not compare myself with Your Highness. I just want to say that when those people looked at me dumbfounded, I felt very good. I didn't feel inferior because I was the commander of the dead army. On the contrary, I was even more proud of it." .” Nodding, speaking truthfully.

She raised her eyebrows, her voice was calm, and what was even calmer than this voice was her calm face. "You want to persuade me to accept its existence and not be ashamed of it?"

"I dare not persuade His Highness to do anything, I just speak my heart."

"Da Wuxia, there are some things that I can't explain clearly. It's not that I can't accept this layer of skin armor, it has long been a part of my life, it's just..." His eyes darkened, something settled in it, and it disappeared in a flash , nothing to pursue. "It protected me and gave me unlimited power, but it also deprived me of the right to live an ordinary life as I wanted."

"Your Highness, I'm sorry to say that the ordinary life you are referring to is difficult to have even without this layer of skin armor. You are the orphan of the Timotu Dynasty and the regent of the Hittites. You want to have ordinary people's farming and animal husbandry Ordinary life in the industry is almost impossible."

"Is it necessary to say so directly?" The corners of her lips were drawn up, with clear lines and a gloomy sarcasm.

As soon as the words were finished, she stood up leisurely and walked slowly towards the animal-shaped stove beside her. The corners of her black robe fluttered lightly, startling a circle of floating dust, dancing lightly in the sunlight streaming down by the window.

Standing beside the waist-length copper stove, lowering your head, the orange flames in the hollow pattern on the furnace wall are like a handful of sparks burning in the brown eyes, bright and dazzling.

The left hand was raised, and the palm wrapped in linen was pressed against the stove top, for an instant.

In just a blink of an eye, the linen couldn't bear the high temperature soaked in the fire, and broke one after another. The cloth, with a burnt smell, hovered and fell to the side of the stove.

"Your Highness!" Shocked, she rushed forward, trying to stop her almost extreme self-harm.

He raised his right hand and waved it casually, signaling Da Wuxia not to panic.

Without the cover of the linen cloth, the entire left hand is completely exposed, the blue armored skin glows with an icy cold light, and the copper furnace under the palm releases the power that can instantly crack the cloth, but there is nothing to do with this left hand covered in blue armor , the flames in the furnace scrambled through the hollowed-out furnace wall, greedily licking the palm of Lemomena... However, she could only feel the faint heat, like the lightness and powerlessness of a spring breeze blowing across her cheeks.

Da Wuxia's eyes were filled with half-shocked and half-feared light, he stood by the stove, couldn't take his eyes off that hand, and could only let the mixed feelings in his heart churn back and forth.

A calm and steady bass pierced through Da Wuxia's absent-minded thoughts, reminding him that everything in front of him was not an illusion, but a struggle between human flesh and natural flames...

Real, scary, mysterious, unexplainable.

"Send your best subordinates... I don't want to know where to find them or how to find them, as long as they give me a satisfactory result."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say some words of comfort.In the end, he just nodded respectfully and replied in a low voice: "Yes, I obey."

Looking sideways, he smiled unexpectedly, depressed and indifferent. "Now, tell me, what have I got to do with the Army of the Dead?"

She nodded, stepped aside, pointed to the throne and said, "Your Highness, please return to your seat. I'm afraid this story may be a bit long."

Raising his eyebrows, he left the furnace wall with his palms, turned around and walked towards the throne.The flames behind him are struggling to burn the charcoal, and the flickering flames are like imprisoned souls, trying to break free from the shackles of the iron wall.

However, these efforts have become futile struggles. Apart from shaking the red body vigorously, they can only stand aside and listen to Da Wuxia's repressed narration.