One of the Twelve Kingdoms

This was a grand and solemn celebration, and every hall in the palace opened its dusty doors for this. All the maids and attendants woke up from the hotbed of hibernation at once, swimming like dexterous fish among the coral shoals , quiet and efficient.

Joshua was glad that he didn’t need to open his eyes after being dragged from the bed while the moon was still in the sky. He thought that he must be like a product on a factory assembly line, letting the maids dress him neatly and pack him perfectly, Then send it into a small black box, and doze off all the way to every ceremony site, kneel down to worship the gods, and recite prayers.There was a voice in Joshya's ear constantly reminding him of the content, and he just had to repeat it effortlessly, which made his sleep even more difficult.

Sometimes something would be stuffed into his hand, a sprig of sandalwood, a wooden ladle, or a handful of golden beans, and the voice would tell him what to do, and Joshya did it without a hitch. .

"My lord, the court ceremony has begun."

Joshua had to open his eyes, and he found himself standing in the center of the hall, high steps separated him from the others, behind him was a gorgeous and solemn throne, and the same qi in black Standing beside him whispered a reminder.

The officials of the Qiao Kingdom under the steps knelt deeply on the ground, loudly welcoming the new king's ascension to the throne. The title of being given a heavy responsibility made Joshya feel a strange feeling in his heart. The crown on his head was like a heavy weight. It is a responsibility that is imposed on the body so heavy that no emotion is allowed to compare with it.

"Lord?"

Joshua was stunned for a moment, and then said: "Everyone, please stand up."

Baiguan looked at each other for a while, then slowly stood up.

After the ceremony official announced the beginning, Yanqi sighed almost inaudibly, and then heard the other kings who came to congratulate and observe the ceremony, who were between King Gong and the officials, chatting in pleasant whispers after a little relaxation.

"King Gong and King Jing are very similar."

The youngest queen smiled shyly, and the teaser continued, "This is a good thing."

The lengthy and complicated ceremony ended with the sound of Qiao Kingdom's royal flag being raised again.

When the crowd ebbed and the hall returned to silence, Joshya suddenly felt like waking up from a dream.

"Ah, I couldn't see clearly with the hair crown on just now, but it really is as beautiful as a unicorn's blond hair. Are you a Westerner? This is really rare."

A tall man in brocade clothes came carelessly in the morning light penetrating through the pane, and Gong Qi immediately saluted, "Your Majesty King Yan."

Joshya subconsciously replied, "I'm British."

The outline of King Yan was revealed in the gradually bright morning light. He should also be the king of a certain country, with a sharp-edged face in his 20s, and his frivolous expression reminded him of Ao Dou, but this man's demeanor was obvious. more admiration and admiration.

"Is that island country across the ocean?" King Yan touched his smooth chin thoughtfully, and Joshya suddenly understood: "You also came from the earth? I mean, you are also a fetal fruit?"

The man nodded: "Well, this idiot and I are both."

"Hey, who are you talking about idiot, idiot." A twelve or thirteen-year-old blond boy jumped out with a dissatisfied expression, and Gong Qi continued to salute: "Yantaifu."

"Yuqi is still so serious." Yanqi said in a tone of reunion after a long absence: "But I still want to congratulate you, you have finally found your own king." He looked up at Joshua, his sharp eyes were not like His appearance is young and immature.

"Thank you." Yan Qi looked at the wise master and servant who had governed the country for more than 600 years, and said politely.

"Your Majesty, congratulations, I hope you will attend the 700th anniversary celebration of the Yan Kingdom."

Yan Qi was stunned for a moment, and King Yan immediately reprimanded him: "Sixth Tai..."

Qilin, who looked like a child, walked outside carelessly with his head on his head: "Ah, this is congratulations."

Joshua looked at Gong Qi, who was a little depressed, and asked inexplicably, "What's wrong?"

Yan Qi shook his head: "Please go and have breakfast first, my lord."

Joshya was too busy to find the north for the next day.In countless similar ceremonies, at the moment when Joshya was recorded in the history of Qiao Kingdom, when he turned to one of the pages of the heavy book, he suddenly understood why Yanqi's words would make Yanqi reveal his innocence. kind of expression.

In the history of Qiao Kingdom, there has never been a king whose ruling period exceeds 100 years. This country seems to have concentrated the most restless and untamable kings in the entire twelve kingdoms.For one reason or another, they always escaped their destiny with eternal death. A few pages in the annals summarize the life of each king, no matter whether he is full of ambition or crazy and hopeless, the ending is without exception.Joshya seemed to understand.This infuriating understanding made him cringe and frightened, as if no matter how he evaded it, he would always be next.

"Where will the king be buried after death?"

"My lord, please don't say any ominous words today." Yan Qi just reminded him routinely, hardly expecting Joshya to listen to him.He looked up at Wang, who was sitting quietly, seemingly immersed in some thoughts.After pondering for a moment, Yan Qi said: "If you want to know, I can take you there."

Yan Qi took Joshya to the royal tomb of Qiao Kingdom.There are sleeping kings and their unicorns.

"I thought the king should be buried with the queen."

Yan Qi glanced at him: "My lord, after you become King Gong, you will not be able to get married and have children."

Joshua didn't react much, but just let out a flat wow: "Britain has finally allowed same-sex marriage."

Even though he was obliged to participate in the celebration after the passage of the exciting bill, he was too young to imagine that he would fall in love with a certain man, get married and get a license.

"Then can I fall in love?" He asked, and Yan Qi turned his head and replied: "As usual, if the Lord has a girl he likes, he can be appointed as an official and brought into the palace."

Joshua laughed mischievously: "But I like boys, so what should I do?"

Yan Qi's eyes widened slightly, showing a troubled expression. After a pause, he began to seriously think about possible solutions: "There are no positions suitable for men in the palace. If you are in the personal guards, you need to pass strict training and tests... ..."

Joshua looked at his side face, and suddenly asked: "Yu Qi, are you also very depressed, the king is like me, if God chooses a more suitable candidate..."

"There is no such assumption." Yan Qi interrupted him, but his tone was unexpectedly firm, "Since you are King Yan, then you are the only candidate, and the only one I want to follow and serve is you."

Joshua thought of the inseparable pair of king and unicorn on Chaohe. No matter how young or old they look, gentle or fierce, there is an invisible thread that connects them together, and they can't be separated in this life.

Yan Qi will also accompany him all the time, until one day they are buried under this land together.

"Okay, then I will try my best to let the two of us lie down later." Joshya stood up and said.

Yan Qi looked up at him, then smiled.He looked at the gorgeous and solemn tombs, but he didn't tell him that only the bones of the kings of the past were placed in them. The bodies of the unicorns had been used as a gift from the demons who had been accepted as envoys as early as the moment the mission was over.

……

Jonathan was still standing in the dark alley, and the intense and fashionable music was muffled through the back wall of the bar.Occasionally, couples who want to seek excitement come in, and they have to find another battlefield when they see this uninvited guest who is an eyesore.

On the side of the road outside the alley, one of the several parked cars was secretly watching the movement inside.

A man and a woman inside secretly regretted that they came too late, and when they arrived, they only had time to see the faint white afterglow and the boy.But they were pretty sure the man must have witnessed the process, at least he knew something they didn't.

The young boy stood for a while, then turned around and picked up his motorcycle, put on his helmet and galloped away.

"Go after him first, and see where he lives." The doctor ordered while getting out of the car with the instrument, the female assistant nodded, and immediately stepped on the accelerator to chase after the target.

The small and flexible locomotive always chooses narrow and winding roads, and the woman keeps her eyes on the taillight for fear of losing her target if she is not careful.However, too much concentration made her ignore the objective danger. After the cunning motorcyclist nimbly turned a sharp turn, the woman saw the wall about to hit the wall and had to scream and stepped on the sudden brake.

After a bang, the car stopped in the bushes.

Someone tapped on the windowpane.

The woman recovered from the fright, she lowered her arms to protect her head and rolled down the window, and it was the motorcycle boy standing outside the car.

"Why follow me?" he asked, with a puzzled and cautious expression.

The woman's head froze for a moment, and then she quickly looked for an excuse, "I saw you at the bar, um... I want to make friends with you, I'm Benica."

Her tone didn't sound like someone who would often come out to play in the middle of the night. Jonathan looked at her attire, which was a very ordinary white-collar attire.

"Are you hurt?" he asked.

"No, no, thank you."

Jonathan nodded, got back on the motorcycle and drove away.

Seeing him out of sight, the woman immediately turned on the tracker, and saw a flashing red dot appearing on it, which coincided with the route the man left, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

The author has something to say: Little angels are happy at 520_(:з」∠)_