swear to love heaven

As soon as the spring breeze blows, everything in the world can't wait to release the vitality condensed by the cold winter, scrambling to dress up the pale earth with colorful vitality.

The breeze blowing through the black-tiled corridor brought the humid air of the plateau, and even brought the vast green scenery revealed by the holy mountain into the courtyard of Yuelin Temple.

Ivy wraps around the iron flower stand, and the intricate branches extend in the breeze, leisurely weaving a sparse and colorful shadow, and the petite new leaves stretch bright green, and I can't help but feel pity.

Lying sideways on the soft rattan couch, squinting slightly, looking at the charming halo projected on the skirt through the young leaves, there quietly hides my sense of loss, I can't figure it out, and I don't want to figure it out.

Whenever the night is dark and the moon is bright, Kalixi looks at the side face beside her who still has the corners of her lips slightly raised even when she is asleep, along the line of her lips she can vaguely distinguish a smile that looks like a smile, and she suddenly suffocates a little, because of that trace Pure childishness...

Just at the moment when the heartbeat was out of rhythm, Muhari's stern words always sounded inexplicably in his ears, lingering in his ears one after another, and he couldn't shake them off or drive them away.

He was right, Lemomena already possessed all the conditions for ascending to the throne, bloodline, ability, courage, military power, record... All of these are declaring a fact——

She, the Hittite king, is only short of a much-anticipated coronation ceremony and a glittering crown.

To be a real king is her destiny and cannot be changed.

Ignore the selfish thoughts hidden in my heart, ignore my worries about the future, and ignore my not knowing how to be a good mood.Khaleesi understood that she had actually acquiesced to the indisputable fact that Lemomena was about to sit on the Iron Throne.

King Hittite, what a distant pinnacle of power, seems to be getting closer to them.

There are some things that you can get away with by pretending they don't exist; some things, no matter how hard you try to hide the traces of their existence, they will never disappear, like time, like memory, like...

With a low sigh, go away with the wind.

"Prince Regent." The maid saw Lemomenna stepping out of the corridor, knelt down and saluted in unison.

In a dazed effort, he hurriedly put away the gloomy thoughts that had been shaken away by the spring breeze. He raised his skirt and was about to stand up, but the hand on his shoulder stopped him from getting up.

"Is the meeting over?" The melancholy clouds that were still densely covering the brows just now disappeared, and there was only a gentle arc on the lips, calm and charming.

Sitting down next to her, he took the crystal glass brought by the maid, and drank it with his head up. The clear and mellow liqueur irrigated the dry throat that had been arguing with the minister, and the warmth of the low-alcohol wine soothed Lemo Menna's mood was on the verge of freezing.

"If I leave everything behind and leave, will you go with me?" Fingertips scraped over the rim of the cup, there was a hint of willful childishness at the corners of the slightly raised lips, and a dark light floated faintly in the bottom of the brown eyes that were as unpredictable as the abyss.

He was taken aback for a moment, because of her words and the tone of her voice when she said this. "Why did you say this suddenly?"

Glancing at Kalixi, she smiled and said nothing.

Inexplicably, the place of the heart was terribly empty, and in Lemomena's sad smile, Kalixi heard the sound of her own heart beating suddenly sinking.

"They brought up the matter of the throne again, didn't they?" Quietly and coldly said lightly, a trace of weakness came from the body that was bathed in the sun but getting colder for some reason.

He found a comfortable place to lie down, resting his head on Kalixi's legs, the green light penetrating through the pergola slightly hurt his eyes, and even with the indifference in his gloomy eyes, a strange blue flame flickered.

"This morning, the Egyptian envoy sent a letter from Ramoneses. That damned little pharaoh brazenly supported me to become king and said a lot of bullshit. It's just..." Gritting his teeth, he swallowed indecently. The swearing, the furrowed eyebrows are enough to break the sun, and what she wants to break the most at this moment is Ramoneses' neck.

Surprised, his eyes flashed with uneasiness, he didn't expect Ramonses to send such a letter, it seems that he also hoped that Lemomenna would hold the Hittite kingship.

Right now, more than half of the ministers and generals of the Hittites are in the sensitive period of collectively admonishing the king. As the pharaoh of Egypt, Ramoneses sent a letter with strong words from thousands of miles away. The seemingly simple act of goodwill was actually expressing Egypt's position and taking advantage of the alliance status of the two countries to force Lemomenna to finally succumb to the huge pressure from both inside and outside.

"His Majesty Pharaoh also had good intentions. He was thinking about the future of the two countries. If you refuse to become king for a long time, the seat of the Hittite king will inevitably become the target of the court's ministers. If this continues, it will be bad for the Hittites. , and it is also detrimental to Egypt as a confederate state."

A country cannot be without a master, and a vacant throne will become the most unstable factor in a country.

The struggle for royal power within the country will turn into a bloody and brutal civil war... Nobles from famous families, civil servants in important positions, and generals in the army will all become cold-blooded killers for a crown.

At that time, a bloody curtain full of murderous intent will slowly open, even the wind blowing from the Anatolian Plateau, it will be difficult to dispel this breath of death circling conspiracy and disaster.

Ramonsis understands this truth, and Muhari understands this truth. I hope that Hittite's loyal ministers who are calm and peaceful understand this truth, and I also understand this truth clearly.

This young and promising regent, she also understands this truth.

It's just that it's one thing to understand, but it's another thing to really decide to step into the ranks of emperors.

Leaving aside the heavy pressure and unshirkable responsibilities that one must bear as the king of a country, just one extremely important matter prevents Lemomena from being able to sit firmly on the Iron Throne for a long time——

offspring.

Regardless of whether you are a wise king or a faint king, if you don't have an heir, it is tantamount to putting yourself in an extremely dangerous environment.After several years, who will inherit the throne will once again push the country into a dangerous and unpredictable power struggle.

It was obvious that Lemomena could not have had an heir.Therefore, it is not a wise decision for her to be in charge of the Hittite Empire.

"His Majesty Pharaoh did not have any malice. He said this for the sake of the peace between Hittite and Egypt. You should write back to His Majesty Pharaoh and politely decline his kindness, so as not to hurt the peace between the two countries." Ramonsi Si's mind is as deep as the boundless Mediterranean Sea. At a young age, he was unanimously supported by Upper and Lower Egypt. He planned the fate of the desert country. His vision was by no means short-sighted, but...

Pushing the hair around her face behind her ears, the corners of her lips were slightly raised, with a trace of melancholy, adding a little helpless worry.

He raised his arms and put them on his forehead, and the black sleeves blocked the gradually dazzling afternoon sun. As the sun disappeared into his brown eyes, a piercing and sharp light also disappeared into his eyes, unpredictable and magical.

"It has been written, let the envoys take it back to Egypt."

"That's good." Smiling softly, running her fingertips through Lemomena's hair, the slightly curly brown hair wrapped around her fingers, the delicate and dense domineering, rubbing a soft mood.

The envoy who hurried back to Egypt did not know what was written on the letterhead in the sealed letter box in his arms. The correspondence between the monarchs of the two countries has always been the top secret.

Therefore, this small iron cylinder engraved with a golden flying eagle must never be opened until it is handed over to Pharaoh.

Ten months later, when Lamonsis tore off the seal and took out the parchment inside the tube, unfolded it, at first glance...

A moment of astonishment, a moment of sluggishness, a moment of hearty laughter... The hearty and wanton laughter, the unscrupulous laughter, lost the etiquette of the king of a country.

His long and narrow eyes gleamed with the bright and vivid sunlight outside the palace, and the elongated black eyeliner hooked his brilliant eyes, showing an unrestrainable unbridled joy.

The maids around hadn't seen Ramoneses so happy for a long time. This young pharaoh who never lacked a smile always smiled wickedly, but seldom laughed so purely.He couldn't help wondering what was written on this parchment sent from Hittite that made him so happy.

With lowered eyes, he glanced at the delicate yellowish cortex in his hand, and once again, his shoulders trembled with laughter.

I supported him sincerely, but in exchange for her simple two-word answer——

"Fuck off."

Looking at the world and the common people, who else would dare to speak so presumptuously and disrespectfully to the Egyptian Pharaoh?

Apart from that arrogant woman with half-body treacherous green armor, there is probably no one else.

Holding the parchment paper close to the candlestick on the table, watching the golden candlelight lick the corner of the paper, the flame climbed up and along the wind, eating away the black writing on the paper... The vigorous and powerful handwriting, the arrogant and perverted attitude, come from The handwriting of the arrogant and violent regent of Hittite.

The moment the flames were about to devour the parchment, he let go of his fingers, and the ashes, accompanied by sporadic sparks, swirled and fell, and were scattered by the spring wind by the window.

Getting up from the large soft couch, he walked out with long steps, the corner of his white robe leisurely brushed across the exquisite carpet, and the sunlight also flickered when he was disturbed.

A corner of parchment remains, lying in an empty ornate room, sleeping alone in the rich and sultry fragrance of Egypt.

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"Is the riot under control?"

"Yes, it's under control. There are too many slaves fleeing this time. If they are not caught in time, I'm afraid they will attack villages and caravans when they have nothing to eat or drink."

"The magistrate in Tole City neglected to take precautions. He was removed from his post and taken into custody. He will deal with it after the cause of the slave riot is found out." He frowned, with a bad expression on his face, and ordered in a deep voice.

"Yes." Muhali nodded and asked, "Your Highness, the slaves who have been captured should be executed according to the law. The magistrate of Tole City has been imprisoned. Who do you want to temporarily act as the magistrate?"

She closed her eyes, her eyes were indifferent, and she said nothing.Thinking about who is the right candidate, for a moment, it seems that a decision has been made, and his eyes are cast on the crowd. "Aziz."

"Yes." Aziz stepped forward and nodded.

"You will temporarily manage the affairs of Tole City. Set off tomorrow to find out the cause of the riot. First, lock up the captured slaves. Without my order, no one can be executed." Leaning forward slightly, he looked at Aqi Hereby confess, the tea eyes are still steady.

Smiling, he said respectfully: "Yes, I understand, please rest assured, the Regent, I will find out the truth as soon as possible."

Nodding, smiling slightly, lightly brushing the fingertips resting on the edge of the table, then clenched his fists to support the gray table, stood up slowly, and looked at the crowd standing respectfully in the hall, with a deep and cold voice.

"Taking this as a lesson, if slaves or civilians from other cities rioted collectively, the magistrates would be executed immediately, and officials below the deputy rank would be exiled to the army, understand?"

The turbulent atmosphere flowed in the atmosphere where everyone was in danger. The minister looked at each other, and then bowed neatly, not daring to be negligent in reply: "Yes, I will remember."

The ice-like sharp eyes swept across the shadowy grand palace, not belonging to the coldness of spring, slipped down Lemomena's dark robe, flew along the breeze and scattered in the tense air, reaching everyone's trepidation fundus.

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Delicate and unique eyebrows and eyes, full of blue waves, charming and vivid, arousing reverie.

The dexterous fingertips lightly touched Lemomena's collar, and walked back and forth along the exquisitely crafted collar, his eyes followed the fingertips, light and meandering.

"The slaves in the mine would not have chosen to riot if it wasn't difficult for them to survive. Tole City is located to the west of the plateau. Going out is a dead end, why did they flee collectively? There must be a reason for the incident, and I am afraid that there is a problem with the governance methods of Tole City."

Looking sideways, the eyes looked over the top of Kalisi's head and cast towards the pool of water in the courtyard. Layers of ripples pushed the sun, which was colorful and gorgeous.The tranquility of the rippling green waves hides an unfathomable depth that cannot be seen at a glance. "That's why Aziz was sent to find out the truth. No one else is suitable except him."

His brows were slightly raised, and he smiled sweetly, and asked: "Muhali took over Dom's seat in charge of the upper and lower houses, and he was too busy to leave; as a general, Kusina has no time to spare because of military affairs alone; He is the commander of the Imperial Eagle Legion, and unless it is an urgent matter, he cannot be easily transferred from Hattusa..." Reaching out his hand, he picked up the small and exquisite glass cup, and the amber tea color burst into a piece of blue light, which was indescribably enchanting. "From this point of view, only Aziz is really the best candidate, His Royal Highness the Prince Regent."

Smiling, the brown eyes staring at the turquoise water suddenly flashed, and the narrowness mixed with helplessness, penetrated into the breeze and walked away quietly. "Look at you smiling so proudly, why do I think there is something in your words?"

She curled her lips, revealing a hint of arrogance that was rarely revealed, and her blue eyes became more transparent and beautiful. "Have you noticed that when you play stupid, you are especially... stupid!"

With the last word blurted out, Kalixi smiled with her eyebrows flying, that bright and vivid smile, comparable to the delicate golden light over the plateau, directly reaching the heart, melting the heart without any effort.

She shook her head with a smile, but she always enjoyed such obvious teasing words from Khalixi to the extreme.Sometimes Lemomena really suspected that maybe something was wrong with his own head.

"I want to be a little more stupid, so that every time I am bullied by you, I will be happier." She said, the sincere truth, as sweet as honey.

A pair of beautiful white eyes with a touch of shyness fell on Lemomena's raised eyebrows and raised eyes, and he spoke reluctantly. "You don't come here, why are you pretending to be pitiful? I didn't bully you. What I said was the truth." His finger poked her shoulder with an angry expression, and he looked like he was acting like a baby in Lemomena's smiling eyes. "Hatusha has countless ministers to send, but you chose Aziz to go to Tole City. It is only second to you to trust him. What is the purpose? Tell me!"

Suddenly, he burst out laughing, the drooping hair on his forehead leisurely passed through his brown eyes, blocking a bit of embarrassment of being forced into a desperate situation, but what he couldn't stop was the ultimate comfortable mood. "My little princess, are you extorting a confession by torture?"

"Stop going around in circles with me. Do you want to tell me or not? If you don't, I'll go take a bath for Halulu. I'm too lazy to spend time with you."

"Why bathe that fat worm, ask the maid to wash it, you can wash it for me!"

"The unscrupulous mad king."

"People who are serious and crazy at the same time, that's scary. I'm the best, half crazy, half stupid, right and left."

"You--" He glared at her, with a sullen look in his eyes.He stood up suddenly, and was about to leave with his sleeves, when someone grabbed his arm.

Smiling, with a flattering smile on his face, a bright sunshine flashed across the side of his face. "Okay, okay, I said, you sit down first."

Sitting down angrily, unable to push away her arms wrapped around her waist, she straightened her back awkwardly, and from the corner of her eyes, Lemomena waved her hand, and the surrounding maids bowed and retreated towards the corridor in an orderly manner. In the blink of an eye, only the two of them were left in the courtyard.

The flaxen long skirt of the last maid swept across the steps and quietly disappeared into the shadow of the corridor. Lemomena's low voice came to his ears, a feeling of forbearance after being deliberately suppressed, a feeling so low that Kaka Lixi felt flustered and treacherous...

"Aziz seems to be smiling all day long and not doing his job. In fact, he is the smartest of them... He is thoughtful, low-key, calm, and thoughtful. Let him go to Tole City to investigate, and in the shortest possible time, Find out the truth about the riot.”

Khaleesi quite agrees with her words.Aziz, who seemed to be joking all day long, had the talent hidden behind his handsome face and frivolous attitude, which was definitely not inferior to any wily courtier.

However, wanting to find out the truth of the riot as soon as possible may not be the only purpose of Lemomena sending him.For some reason, Khaleesi felt some other hidden messages, like the inexplicable fragrance of flowers always hidden in the breeze, or like the inconspicuous sunlight always hiding in the pool, Lemomena's seemingly reasonable behavior seemed to be Hidden with unpredictable thoughts.

"Lemomenna, you..." His eyes flickered slightly, uneasy and hesitant.

She narrowed her eyes, and when she raised her eyes, her smile was very gentle, with a faint ray of bright determination. "Since you have already suspected my purpose of letting him go to Tole City, you must have guessed the answer."

"..." In silence, the spring breeze lifted the black hair and gently raised it, outlining the inextricable traces of worry.

Resting his forehead with one hand, squinting his eyes slightly, something flashed across those brown eyes, as fast as lightning, and it was not easy to catch. "Although Aziz is young, he still has the acumen to govern the country; he is shrewd and capable, but he is also just and kind; although his family background is not as good as the royal family, he is still a descendant of a famous family. What he lacks most now is some opportunities to exercise, and It's just an opportune time."

"You are creating opportunities for him, so that he can make contributions, be recognized by the ministers, and be known to the Hittite people. When everything is mature, you..."

"Yes, Khaleesi, I will recommend Aziz to the Hittite throne."