swear to love heaven

Except for the dark black robe that was as pure as the night, Khaleesi had never seen Lemomena wearing clothes of other colors, and even for her close-fitting inner robe, she consistently chose black.

It seems that Lemomena has a puzzling love for the silent color of the deep night given by the gods, just like her stubborn and stubborn personality, which is incomprehensibly paranoid.

Therefore, when she stood in front of Kalixi wearing a lake blue robe, she was amazed and astonished was no longer enough to describe Kalixi's sudden confusion.

His eyes were messed up, his breathing was messed up, and the sound of his heartbeat came from his eardrums, beating in a flustering rhythm.

If we say that Lemomena, who is dressed in black, is like a ray of lonely night wind, indifferent and cold, not easy to capture, revealing a silence that can instantly envelop the world.

Then, at this moment, she is more like a lake hidden in the mountains and forests, with shallow waves and slight waves, leisurely and contented, hiding a deep tranquility that cannot be touched by the sun.

Two very different colors, one is the black that occupies the eternal night, and the other is the blue that seeps into the secluded water... The same silence, the same naturalness, but with completely different tranquility and depth.

"It's so beautiful!" He sincerely admired, and walked towards her, his eyes were wrapped around her body and he couldn't move away.

"Only for one day." She raised her eyebrows and smiled far-fetchedly, as did her voice.

She wrinkled her nose playfully, and sighed regretfully: "That's such a pity, such a beautiful and charming regent will never be seen again."

He stretched out his hand to wrap around Khaleesi's waist, and squeezed her chin with his right hand, forcing her to look up into her eyes, pointing at the skin that was as cool as water under her fingers, and the tempting temperature that was rubbed by her thumb awakened Lemomenazan Mo Mei smiled lightly in her deep eyes.

Such a smile is always just right to make time lost and sunk, thus stagnating.

The sunlight that flew in over the window frame passed over her shoulders, and the fine lake blue fabric refracted a colorful celadon fluorescence, making the tough cyan armor on the side of the face glow with a mesmerizing light, subtle and introverted, Treacherous, terrifying like a demon.

"If you continue to call me 'beautiful', I will burn this dress." She said, half-truth and half-false, what can't be guessed is always the delicate light like water and sand in those brown eyes.

Wrapping her arms around her neck, her ten fingers fiddled with the brown curly hair on the back of her neck, wrapping it around and loosening it, playing with it casually. "It took so many royal dress masters more than ten days to make such an exquisite new robe before your birthday. How can you just burn it as soon as you say it? What a pity!"

Raising her eyebrows, teasing the back of her neck with numbness, her clear eyes gradually darkened, and the corners of her mouth held a sinister smile. The moment she lowered her face, she said lazily in a voice that only the two of them could hear. : "What a pity, it's just a piece of clothing. It's a pity if some things are gone."

The eyes are like silk, the hair around the face is blown a little bit by the hot breath that keeps approaching, the temperature of the face also rises with the transpiration, the breath is slightly disordered, and he asks softly: "What is it?"

"Little princess's...kiss." With a smile, a helpless low sigh disappeared between their lips, and then turned into entangled gasps.

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Just as Sharma expected, Lemomena participated in his birthday celebration with a cane...

A waist-high golden scepter, the body of the golden scepter is engraved with the logo of the Timotu family, and the rolling pattern like flying clouds and fire is more like some kind of long-lost ancient totem. The most ingenious design is on the head of the scepter. ...A handshake in the shape of an eagle's head, with cold black light, made of pure iron, the proud and cold light comes from the two blue gemstones in the eagle's eye, which are hidden between Lemomena's fingers, staring proudly with everything...

Just like its owner, with dazzling arrogance, unrestrained arrogance, low-key luxury, and an unruly and indifferent smile, he slowly stepped into everyone's sight.

Shocked, stunned, distracted, stunned, dazed...all kinds of people with different expressions.

Ignoring people's gazes, Lemomena has long been accustomed to people's flickering gazes.

Walking leisurely, just like she strolls anywhere in the palace, lazy, leisurely, unhurried.

Walking beside her, Khaleesi felt the strange turmoil of the crowd, like the tide of a full moon night, the seemingly sparkling sea, but in fact it was undercurrents, hiding a huge vortex that could suck everything.

Inhale deeply, stabilize the elegant curve of the corners of the lips, raise the chin slightly, the slightly hot summer wind blows from behind, and the long hair lightly crosses the shoulders, and the soft strands wind around the gold pectoral Brilliant, disrupting people's breathing without a trace, suddenly.

Looking sideways, she just met the gaze cast by Momena above, and was fascinated by the gentleness of her indifferent smile. Kalixi smiled back shyly, and the streamer in her blue eyes caused the brown eyes to darken and brighten in an instant.

Looking at each other and smiling, the lingering eyes with some ecstasy, the lingering sentimentality that even the breeze can't bear to let go, and the strange atmosphere of speculation and doubt in the tide, reached an unprecedented ups and downs.

However, when the young regent slowly looked around with a nonchalant smile, people immediately nodded respectfully, with dark and uncertain expressions hidden under their drooping heads, and some flustered movements that were caught off guard caught Khaleesi I laughed to myself.

Passing in front of Sharma's seat, Lemomena's footsteps deliberately slowed down for half a beat, and she looked sideways leisurely.

This was their first meeting after that desperate hunt.

Taking a quick glance, I found that Sharma's complexion was not bad, her face was slightly pale, and she was able to stand without support, which showed that the injury was no longer serious.

The same inquisitive gaze came from a pair of beautiful brown eyes. The moment Lemomenna looked at her, Sharma looked straight at her.

Glancing at her, her eyes stopped at the short stick in her hand, Sharma raised her eyebrows, the corners of her mouth were slightly curved, with a deep sense of playfulness.

Thick eyebrows were raised mockingly, and Lemomena also smiled, with an arrogant smile.

The two sets of eyes that do not give in to each other, less the smell of gunpowder, more full of childishness, such a competitive appearance, it is hard to imagine that they are all powerful adults.

A piece of beautiful white dress floated in, blocking their strange stares. I don't know if it was intentional or unintentional.

Khaleesi smiled at Sharma calmly and gracefully.

She froze for a moment, then nodded with a smile, and the moment she closed her eyes, a slight wound was hidden deep in her eyes.

Slowly, Lemomena stepped up the ten blue and white marble steps, glanced at the Iron Throne, his eyes flashed lightly, and some sharp edges flashed across, just like the fierce sunlight falling into the sea, instantly being caught by the deep ocean. Devour disappeared.

After a moment, she turned around in silence and sat down slowly. The maid knelt down on one side, took the scepter with both hands, and then walked back quietly holding the scepter.

With a wave of her hand, all the people in the hall sat down quietly, and the rustling sound of clothes corners rubbing against each other hovered one after another in the magnificent hall with high ceiling and deep dome.

Picking up the tall gold cup on the table, he raised it to everyone, and said loudly: "Everyone has come from afar and brought the best wishes of the kings of various countries to Hittite. Our friendship will be blessed by the gods of Anatolia. All of you, you are all distinguished guests of Hittite, and your arrival has made Hattusha more colorful and lively. I hope that Hittite's wine can retain everyone's hearts, so that we will not get drunk and never return!"

After the sound fell, he raised his head and drank the wine, his smiling eyes were shining brightly outside the hall, and he swayed the imposing endless publicity to the fullest.

"Don't get drunk, don't go home!"

"Don't get drunk, don't go home!"

Immediately, the huge hall of holy light echoed loudly like a sea tide. Different voices said the same excitement.

As the music sounded, maiko stepped on the drums from light to heavy from the ten small doors in the hall, and the small silver bells wrapped around their hands, feet and waists rang out with their graceful twisting voices.

"Come here, replace the wine of the Regent and General Sharma with...water." Khalisi put down her glass, glanced at Lemomena's empty wine glass, and ordered to the maid behind her.

"Khalee----"

"your Highness-----"

Suddenly, the two spoke at the same time, and for a moment their eyes met, and they saw similar surprises on each other's stiff faces.

Coughing lightly, Lemomena looked at the maid with a smile on his face, and stopped them from going forward with a look. "Kalixi, there is no need to change, I just drink less wine."

"Why don't you do it?" This sentence, she said to the maid who remained motionless.

"Yes." Bowed quickly, without any hesitation, he immediately took away Lemomena's wine glass and replaced it with a glass of water.

His brows twitched twitching, just as a piece of clear white water rippling from the corner of his eyes. "On a day like today, you wouldn't really let me... drink this?"

Leaning back, without looking at her, her light eyes fell on the seductive maiko in the hall, and her tone was neither serious nor serious. "You are injured, you are still taking medicine, and you can't drink alcohol. Bear with it. If you have the courage to go hunting alone in the mountains, is a glass of water so scary?"

"..." He opened his mouth, his jaw tightened, and finally swallowed the words to continue arguing.Looking sideways at Sharma, I saw her frowning as she watched the maid take away the wine, and then stared at the glass of clear water in a daze in front of her. The tangled look made people laugh. If it wasn't for him being connected with her illness, Lemo Menner would definitely give her a good laugh.

Smiling wryly, shaking his head... Self-inflicted, it's really impossible to live!

A few days ago, the story of Lemomenna and Sharma's hunting had already been spread in Hattusha. People added fuel to the rumors, and the battle with the disparity in the number of humans and beasts had become a rivalry. Mythical jihad.

The people who came to congratulate him knew that Lemomena was injured, and Khaleesi had already ordered water to serve as wine, so they couldn't say anything.Everyone stepped forward one by one, praised Lemomena's achievements in a respectful and awe-inspiring manner, and slandered and praised Lemomena better than the gods and kings, standardizing their rhetoric and attitude.

Smile, nod...drink water, these are the three things Lemomena does the most today.

Does anyone go crazy at their birthday party? Lemomena believes that there must be, because she is about to go crazy.

Looking sideways, Kalixi is drinking tea, her eyes are light and her smile is sweet.

Sighing, and then another long sigh, Lemomena glanced at the delicacies on the table, and felt that he had no appetite at all and was full of water.

"Boom!"

Surprised, she looked nervously at Kalixi, she was frantically helping up the fallen cup, a cup of tea spilled on half of the table, some dripped down the edge of the table onto her long white dress.

"Are you okay?" Asked with concern, Lemomenna signaled the maid to change the cup.

Shaking his head, laughing awkwardly. "It's okay, I'm going to change a skirt."

Smiling and nodding, she watched Kalisi get up and walk towards a bloody red floor-to-ceiling curtain on the right. The maid standing beside the curtain opened the curtain, revealing a thick black wooden door.

Strolling to the door, the maid pushed the door open a crack, and the evening breeze with the fragrance of flowers came in, shaking off the colorful lights entwined around the skirt... Pausing for a while, looking back, I saw Lemomena's wife who was congratulated again. The envoy of Bang is entangled.

Lowering her head and smiling, Khaleesi stepped sideways into the door.

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The young maid shuttled among the guests with a silver plate, her exquisite waist swayed gently with the rhythm of the music, and the light yellow linen skirt swept over people's feet, lifting a piece of wine soaked in the fragrance of wine fans. tease ambiguous.

The eyes of the envoys followed the beautiful maids passing by, whispering, laughing loudly, lingering on the scantily dressed maids with lustful eyes.

Another burst of drum music sounded, the maiko twisted its waist, and the suffocating curves of the snake moved with the wind. The teasing movements and eyes ignited the fiery atmosphere floating in alcohol.

The bewitching drum beats almost have an aphrodisiac effect, making people unconsciously lose their sanity, sinking into the strong evening wind blowing in from the tall French windows in a drowsy state.

Suddenly, the dense and coquettish drumbeat burst into a tight rhythm, and the maikos disappeared in unison amidst the drumbeat, leaving no trace as when they came.

A dull heavy drum beat, and the music stopped abruptly.

What followed was a strange sound of the piano, whispering like the wind, singing like the water... It was as if a clear mountain wind had blown into the lively Holy Light Hall, smoothing the dry air gently.

The cup was brought to his lips, and there was a sudden pause, just at the moment when the piano sounded.

Raise your eyes, follow the melodious piano sound...

A semi-circular white terrace protrudes from the hanging corridor on the second floor on the left side of the Holy Light Hall, like a white cloud floating in the majestic hall, and like a white flower blooming on the steep cliff. The stone ladder on the first floor winds along the terrace and takes root beside the fountain in the hall, like a solidified waterfall falling down, with ingenious design and exquisite and luxurious style.

When his line of sight touched the figure on the terrace, Lemomena's expression froze, and his heart, which had been prepared for a long time, was still deeply awed by that unrealistically beautiful picture.

The snow-white terrace, the golden candlelight, and the blue summer breeze, shuttle and weave soft and delicate rays of light, silently surrounding the slender silhouette of the zither sitting alone... The countless waves are her hanging in the wind. The long and melodious hair in the middle... the rippling clouds are her ethereal skirt swaying in the firelight... the lightness of the wind and rain are her light fingers floating on the strings...

The tune that is so familiar that it makes the heart suddenly pick up, echoes in the silent mind, it seems that something is being awakened bit by bit in the body.

The vague memory can no longer completely outline the appearance of my mother playing the Canaan piano... In the past 15 years, the memory left to me, except for the fire that destroyed everything, many things have been slowed down in the years of hatred. Slowly forgotten, such as the feeling of father's beard on the face, such as the gentle and elegant smile of mother, such as the chasing and fighting of brothers and sisters, such as the laughter that once filled this palace...

Hatred dilutes these precious memories that should be firmly remembered, and Lemomena finds helplessly that he can't keep the scattered memories... Time is more ruthless than her.

However, when the quaint music of the Canaan Qin played again in her life, she seemed to see many, many... Those lost childhood memories, accompanied by the sound of the piano, returned to this long-standing A huge palace that never fades.

With Kalixi's fingertips, she touched the most beautiful fragment hidden in her memory, a once-short but happy and carefree childhood...

Holding on to the cold armrest of the Iron Throne, he slowly stood up, staring at Khaleesi on the terrace with piercing eyes, with a deep and peaceful expression, and an unfathomable silence.

The maid saw her standing up sharply, and immediately stepped forward with the scepter in her hand.

With a slight wave of his hand, he motioned for her to step back, without taking his eyes off the terrace.

Inhaling deeply, exhaling very slowly, the moment a heavy sigh slipped from the corner of her mouth, she took a step.

Ignored the faint stabbing pain from the leg injury, ignored the subtle changes in the atmosphere in the hall in her unhurried footsteps, and ignored the chaos of the evening wind pulling the hem of the robe as it passed by... Lemomon Nastep descended the throne steps and headed for the stairs by the fountain.

The mood is in the footsteps, suddenly there are layers of ripples...

He didn't care about the strange air around him that was visibly turbulent because of his own steps, and the sound of heartbeat that pierced through his eardrums was not as melodious as the sound of the piano, nor as graceful as the sound of the wind.

On the contrary, it is more like the compact flickering of firelight, urgent, depressing, beating with an unreasonable sense of urgency.