swear to love heaven

Sharma came very quickly, and her hasty footsteps revealed her panic and anxiety.

"How are you?" Sharma asked eagerly as soon as the figure entered the room.

Look up and smile lightly. "At the beginning, they have been asked to prepare the medicine. I'm fine, don't worry."

"Go back to the palace immediately, I will inform them."

"Sharma!" Suddenly panicked, Qi and blood surged, and the low-grade fever, which had been exhausted for many days, forced Kalixi to tighten her brows in pain. "Don't...don't go!"

With a step forward, he supported Kalixi who was pale and scary, raised his hand to wipe the fine beads of sweat on her forehead, and persuaded with great distress: "Don't be stubborn, Kalixi, you are sick and must go back to the palace. .Listen to me once, okay?"

Almost begging her, Sharma found out with a wry smile that she really had nothing to do with this little princess.

Shaking his head, leaning against Sharma's arms, the weak smile on his lips revealed a rare stubbornness. "No, I can't go back now. We already know that Assyrian medicine can treat early stage patients. As long as I take the medicine, I will get better. If I go back now, Lemomena will definitely not agree to my coming here. Then before The research is in vain. You have to help me hide it from her, and you can't let her know that I'm sick. "

"How to hide it? She comes to see you every day, and she noticed you right away." Sharma was still hesitant to hide it from Lemomenna.Even if she is willing to help Khaleesi, it is really not easy to deceive the shrewd Lemomenna.

The sun gradually climbed to the window, a little dazzling, dry eyes narrowed uncomfortably, Kalixi raised her hand to cover her eyes, and said: "After taking the medicine, I still need a few days to recover, at least I have to hide it from today, and I will think about it tomorrow." Other ways... help me, Sharma!"

"I..." Dumb, more entangled, turned his face away, afraid to see those blue eyes full of begging.

Struggling to sit upright, trying to look at Sharma with scattered eyes, Khalixi gently shook her arm, and begged again: "I'm just an early symptom, and I can get better by taking medicine. But once I let her know If I am sick, she will definitely take me back to the palace. How can I observe their condition without these patients, Sharma, we have already found a clue, and we must not give up at this time."

Sighing heavily, Sharma nodded sadly and helplessly. "I'll give it a try, I can't guarantee that I can fool her."

He smiled gratefully, but because of the pale and sickly face, this smile was filled with frailty.

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"You can't go in." Sitting on the railing by the veranda, leaning against a huge stone pillar, with one leg hanging outside the veranda and swaying leisurely back and forth with the breeze, Sharma put one hand behind her head and the other on her knee, carelessly smile.

Looking sideways, eyebrows raised slightly, and asked impatiently: "Why?"

"Kalixi is steaming the medicine inside. During the steaming process, if the medicine is exposed to wind, the properties of the medicine will be reduced."

"When will it end?" A straightforward question with a calm and concise tone.

He glanced sideways, glanced at the sky, and when he turned his eyes back to Lemomenna, his brown eyes were happily bent, as if the gloomy face in front of him could make Sharma particularly happy. "night."

"Evening?" His thick eyebrows were frowned, and he looked at Sharma suspiciously, doubts appearing in his sharp eyes.

Shrugging his shoulders, with an extremely lazy expression, he used a mocking and contemptuous tone. "If you can't help it, you can come here at night."

Concentrating his eyes, for a moment, he raised his eyes to stare at the closed stone door a few steps away, and the black figure was as silent as the wind.Wisps of scorching sun slanting into the corridor, followed the quiet brown eyes across the gray door, two rays of light, one dark and one shallow, and two kinds of breaths, one cold and one hot.

After a while, just when Sharma was a little impatient and wanted to say something to break the deadlock, a voice with a little disappointment came along with the footsteps of Lemomenna turning and leaving.

"I'll come tomorrow."

His eyes flashed lightly, thankfully.

Until the black figure completely disappeared from sight, Sharma jumped off the railing, took a few steps forward, and looked up to make sure that Lemomenna had really left. She immediately turned and walked towards the stone door, pushed the door open and left enter.

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Three days, three extremely difficult days, prevented Lemomenna from meeting Khaleesi.

The first day was fine, and Lemomena went back without saying anything.

The next day, she couldn't stop her anymore, and used the excuse Kalixi made... She was testing the medicine for the patient, and the treatment process could not be terminated, and the patient had better not catch the wind at this moment, no one was allowed to enter ward.

Lemomena showed strong doubts this time. When she stood outside the door for nearly half an hourglass, she neither said to go in nor said to leave, and just stood there without saying a word.

Sharma hid her uneasiness, and continued to tease with sarcasm. In fact, her heart became a mess, and she couldn't figure out what the silent regent was thinking. The more she remained silent, the more It was to worry Sharma.

Fortunately, the guards came rushing over, saying that there was an abnormality at the border, and Muhali asked her to return to the palace immediately.

After a brief hesitation, Lemomena turned and left.Before leaving, she left a word, her cold voice was not as cold as the eyes she cast, she said: "Take care of her."

On the third day, Khaleesi's condition improved significantly, but her pale face still revealed her extreme weakness. The two of them racked their brains and never thought that they could continue to deceive Lemomena. Excuse.

However, due to the help of the gods or good luck, Lemomena did not come to the temple.She sent people to bring all kinds of delicacies cooked by Egyptian cooks, as well as some clothes and daily necessities that Khaleesi used in the palace.

Somewhat surprised, he asked the official who delivered the things, and learned that Lemomenna had no time to come here in person because he had to deal with the disturbance on the border.

Taking a long breath of relief, she released the fear and fear stuck in her throat. Kalixi looked at the table full of various exquisite foods, and was inexplicably absent-minded for a while.

On the fourth day, Kalixi stood outside the door, with a gentle light rippling from the bottom of her clear blue eyes. When a familiar black figure appeared in the thousands of rays of sunlight in the corridor, she smiled gracefully and nodded, her movements were gentle, The eyes are light.

"Regent."

Somewhat hastily stretched out his hand, held the arm of the girl with drooping eyebrows, and said with concern: "It's windy here, go in."

When the two came to the room, the maid brought the teacup lightly, and Lemomena ordered them to lower the curtains. The breeze with a faint herbal smell blocked the window, and only a little bit of sunlight leaked in through the gaps in the curtains. The low cabinet lying on the wall has a hint of loneliness and laziness.

"You don't look very well." Remomenna frowned and said when the maid was left with a wave.

A little panic was hidden in her sweet smile. "Maybe I didn't sleep well at night."

Standing at the edge of the table, resting one hand on the edge of the table, tapping the wooden table with fingertips, the dull rhythm of one after another, hidden imperceptible impatience. "You promised me that you would take good care of yourself, so don't lose your word, Khaleesi."

His eyes were bent, and he smiled calmly and purely, as bright as the quiet sunshine by the window. "I know, don't worry, I'm fine."

"Really?" A simple question, but with a strangely determined tone.

As if being seen through everything, there was a sense of embarrassment of being caught on the spot for doing something bad, his brows and eyes were slightly lowered, and he remained silent.

Her silence has already proved her previous guess.Suddenly, there was a little annoyance in his heart, but what made Lemomenna most angry was not Khaleesi's concealment, but his stupid act of agreeing to her staying in the temple.

"Do you remember what I said when I agreed with you to stay?" She asked, not sure if she was asking herself or Khaleesi who was too quiet beside her.

There was a slight tremor between the brows, and the sunlight in the bottom of the eyes settled into a rippling blue wave.All the elaborate camouflage is futile at this moment, took a deep breath, and then said slowly and softly: "Lemomena... I was afraid that you would take me away if you found out, so I hid something from you. Feel sorry."

"..."

The black figure beside the table is immersed in the heavy melancholy woven by the light breeze, and the silent eyebrows and eyes are precipitated with a sad amber color that makes people unable to look directly.In the silent atmosphere, when the people at the table were silent, they condensed bit by bit into a mass of air that could suffocate the heartbeat. "I don't want to go, and I can't go... I want to cure them. Although there are ways to treat the initial symptoms, those patients in the middle and late stages are still dying. Besides, the spread of the plague cannot be suppressed. Hittites are We can't survive this difficulty." Standing up, walking towards the person beside the table, the white skirt silently swept across the ground, and the faint light shadow swayed at the firm feet.

"I've recovered, you don't have to worry about me, I promised you will take good care of yourself, I won't make a mistake." Without stopping, I stretched out my hand, took her hand hanging by her side, and pulled her toward the Go to the window.Look sideways, raise your eyes and smile, leisurely like a blue wind and rain. "Lemomena, I know what I'm doing, please trust me."

Stopping by the red wooden window, looking at the courtyard through the flax-colored curtains, the gurgling pool water reflects the dazzling golden colors, and the huge stone pillars support the tall dome, framing a seemingly peaceful and comfortable picture.However, it is impossible to ignore the strong smell of medicinal herbs in the air, as well as the faint groans of pain from the wall.

"I can control the destiny of a country, but not ours. Why... why, Khaleesi?" The inexplicable hatred came from the powerless anger of wanting to cut off the royal blood, and she said The voice of this sentence, sluggish like a sigh, was pale and powerless.

"We hold each other's hands and feel each other's body temperature. This is fate." She held her left hand on her chest with both hands, and the hand tightly wrapped in linen froze slightly.Leaning on Lemomena's shoulder, as if a tired person had found a haven of rest, Khaleesi smiled weakly and sighed very lightly. "Meeting is destiny, falling in love is destiny, staying together is destiny, and forever is destiny... Destiny is by your side, how dare you say that you can't hold it, my regent."

Wrapping one hand around Khaleesi's back, she slowly embraced her, gradually embracing her with a trace of fear that she didn't realize.

"You can stay, but don't take me for a fool, don't try to hide anything from me, okay?" She knew she would give in eventually, she always knew.

Leaning over her shoulders, through the thin fabric, his face gently stroked her body temperature, and he responded with a little childish smile. "Well, where can I find such a gentle fool."

Laughing out loud, in a stage of crisis, this is her short but precious moment of happiness.Once again, I sighed deeply... Once again, I hugged the thin body in my arms, depended on each other nostalgicly, and cherished the stolen moment of ease.

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The high fever subsided, the festering scars on the skin healed, and the hemoptysis was under control...

Living up to everyone's expectations, Khaleesi finally found the most effective way to treat the plague after studying countless medicinal materials day and night and modifying more than fifty prescriptions.

Taking the decoction internally, combined with the ointment for external use, the miraculous light was like the sunshine after the rain, dispelling the majestic temple that was shrouded in a strong breath of death.

Those dying patients in the temple are not waiting for the call of death, but the joy of rebirth.

Kalixi squatted beside a recovering patient, carefully inspecting the scars on his arm. The dark red scabs covered the entire arm. The severely festered skin was slowly healing. He coughed up blood and had difficulty breathing. No more. Listening to his even breathing sound showed that his condition was improving.

Covering him with a blanket, Khaleesi stood up with a grateful gleam in her eyes--

In an instant, the scene in front of her eyes turned into a mess of blurred and distorted shadows, and she was blinded by a ghastly whiteness, causing her to suddenly lose her center of gravity, and staggered backwards...

A pair of arms supported the falling body, and the moment he fell into the embrace behind him, he seemed to see Sharma's face close at hand, vaguely saw her shouting anxiously, but couldn't hear her voice... Dense exhaustion was accompanied by dizziness, like an oncoming surging wave, swallowing up Kalixi's remaining sanity... The moment she lost consciousness, she seemed to hear the cry of a plateau eagle in the sky...

Sharp, high-pitched, powerful, full of hope for life.

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Tell her that she can walk and doesn't need to be hugged, but the regent obviously ignored her protest, and she still ignored her and left the room with her arms in her arms.

It can't be said that it was this kind of intimacy in public that made Khaleesi feel ashamed, or the helplessness of being treated as a patient by Lemomena, or it was the subtle sweetness oozing from her heart that made her intoxicated. On the upper cheek, the blue eyes against the background are brighter and brighter.

As soon as I walked out of the room, I saw the maids guarding the door kneeling neatly. When I turned into the long corridor, I saw the high priest leading the priests waiting by the corridor. When they saw them, they knelt down quietly and slowly , with his body close to the ground, respectful and pious.

Walking along the corridor to the courtyard, I saw dozens of witch doctors standing in the well-lit courtyard. They knelt down respectfully one by one. The expression described seemed to be grateful, but also admirable, and he knelt on the grass quietly.

Somewhat surprised, his eyes swept over the kneeling figure, his blue eyes flickered.Stealing a glance at Lemomena, her side face was very quiet, with quiet determination, without the slightest wave, as if these people kneeling at her feet were just illusions.

Stepping into the main hall of the temple, it was already full of people who had taken refuge. When Lemomena appeared at the door holding Kalixi, they automatically retreated to make way for the door...

A road passing through the crowd quietly appeared in the hall full of people, straight, unobstructed, and silent.

At a glance, some of them have been dying, some have experienced life and death, some have not been infected but lost their loved ones here, some took the initiative to take care of sick strangers, some...

Following Lemormon's steady pace, people bent and knelt one by one. The subtle sound of rubbing clothes filled the unusually quiet hall, continuing like a wave in the silent and solemn temple.

When the breeze blew past her face, Kalixi felt the corners of her eyes sore and swollen. The moment tears rushed out of her eyes, she smiled with great satisfaction, as gentle as the wind, as bright as a flower...

"You saved them, you should be proud, little princess." The voice in the ear, mixed with the howling wind from outside the door, was Lemomena's calm whisper.

"Shh, don't cry..." Looking sideways, smiling, bright smile, she said, "You saved Hittite, my goddess Alina."

Unstoppable tears, when she whispered with a gentle smile, flooded again, trying to drown the turbulent momentum of breathing.

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130 plateau eagles spread their wings and flew out from the royal palace of the holy mountain. They flew to all directions of Hittite with the medicine that could cure the plague. Like messengers of life and hope, they flew over the Anatolian Plateau The dense hot wind soared in the blue sky at the end of summer, wearing the dazzling halo given by the golden sun, without hesitation broke through the shadow of death that had shrouded the Hittite Empire for several months.

After the dense clouds dissipated behind their vigorous figures, thousands of brilliant rays of light penetrated the thin clouds, illuminating the vast blue land again...