Heartbreaker

Many times, from a perspective, only a narrow aspect can be seen.

"I suspect that Lemon is not my son."

King Wanjiang stood by the wide French windows, his dark red fur hanging down from his shoulders, like a gloomy wall of blood in the solemn shadows.Behind the ebony table, the Silver Scale Knight stood in shining silver armor on the carpet covered with cosmos patterns. Hearing the king's stern words, the hand on the sword couldn't help trembling slightly.

"Your Majesty." Aiur tried to keep his tone calm, "Why do you say that?"

Heavy snowflakes fluttered wildly from the world outside the window. The king stared at the continuous snow color of the mountains in the distance, narrowed his cold eyes slightly, and stroked the golden ring between his fingers.

"Lemon and I have nothing in common." The king turned around and paced slowly on the dark green marble tiles. The coercion radiating from his body made Aiur half-kneel cautiously on the ground.The king said, "I know that Airon is my own son, but if you look at his face and his tall and strong physique, you can know that he has perfectly inherited the blood of our Thor family. And Airon is indeed like my son, He was fierce, aggressive and rebellious, exactly the same as when I was a child."

As he said that, the king changed the subject, his eyes were as cold as ice skates, "But Lemon... is thin and timid, with no talent for combat, but indulges in some boring and vulgar poetry and music, like a melancholy poet, Play some gibberish tunes."

Ai Er said cautiously, "Your Majesty, the characters and preferences of the princes cannot be regarded as reliable evidence."

The king said coldly, "Lemon and I don't look the same, he resembles her mother. This makes me doubt his origin even more."

Ai Er asked, "Is there any way to prove that His Highness Lemon is your son?"

The king said, "There is no precise method at present. After all, Lemon was born to his mother. The queen and I are brothers and sisters of the same family line. We both have the purest blood of the Sol royal family. Now we can only find out how Lemon is. It does not have the blood of the Saul family, but it is impossible to tell whether it is pure or not."

Ai Er only felt his forehead covered with cold sweat, "So, you..."

"I order you to secretly stare at the queen for a while." The king sat in front of the table and slapped the table viciously. "Help me see, who is the guy who doesn't know how to live or die, who dares to have an affair with the queen."

"Yes, Your Majesty." Ai Er respectfully stood up from the ground, hesitated for a moment, and said cautiously, "But if I don't notice anything unusual..."

The king said coldly, "Then Lymon is my son, he has the same chance to inherit the throne as Airon."

Ai Er felt relieved, "Yes."

He pulled down the silver helmet mask, turned around and strode to the door, and pulled the gold-plated doorknob, only to hear Wang Sen's cold voice sounding behind him.

"Remember, give me a focus on Gerson Renthal."

****

Although the king said that as long as Lymon was recognized as his own son, he would be able to sit on an equal footing with Prince Airon—but this was not the case in reality.Prince Lemon was once the king's favorite son. He was smart, studious, gentle and polite, and won the appreciation and love of the king, queen and all the ministers.

Facing his elder brother alone, Prince Lemon's face was pale, with fear in his eyes.Eyre occasionally walked along the garden path with the king, and happened to see Prince Airon chasing Prince Lymon on the grass.A pair of brothers, but like a ferocious cheetah and a howling antelope.Looking at the scene of the two princes fighting, he felt terrified.But the king laughed loudly, pointing at his elder son who was on top of his younger son, he said, "Look, Airon is really like when I was a child. Lemon can't do it, it's far away, hahaha."

Ai Er always remembered that evening, he led a few cavalry and ran anxiously to a certain woods outside the palace.Prince Airon was driving the silver horse, anxious, with a tear in his voice, but he had an inexplicable feeling that the other party was deliberately pretending.

That weird feeling didn't turn into anger and panic until he saw Prince Lemon lying limp on the ground in the forest.The blond little prince was dying and limp on the ground, his skin was filled with creepy holes and blood-red pustules swelled up by poisonous bees.There were still a few buzzing wasps left on the prince's body, and his eyes were empty, the corners of his mouth were crooked, tears and saliva dripped all over the corners of his mouth and the grass on the side of his face, only his fingertips were still trembling slightly.

Aiur jumped off his horse and drove the poisonous bee off the prince, and Prince Airon jumped down with him.The other party cried bitterly and hugged his younger brother tightly, and wept behind him worryingly when he handed Limon over to him.The Silver Scale Knight hugged the little prince's heavy and cold body, and stepped onto the saddle.The young prince leaned in front of him, with crystal tears dripping from the corners of his eyes, like a moth-eaten puppet, as dead as death, heartbreaking.

"How's Lemon?"

The king flipped through the file and asked casually, without any worries about being a father.Ai Er knelt in front of the king on one knee, and said solemnly, "The imperial doctor said that the wasp's tail is highly poisonous, and if it is not discovered in time, the toxin has already taken root in the lungs, and it may be very troublesome to remove it."

The king asked indifferently, "Will he die?"

Aie whispered, "This...is not clear..." With a sliver of hope, he raised his head and said to the king, "Your Majesty, can you... go and see His Highness Lemon? He is suffering a lot now, he must be very It's hard, maybe your comfort can make him survive..."

The king waved his hand and said, "I don't think so. I'll go see him again when the imperial doctor has news and has confirmed whether he is dead or alive."

Ai Er took a last look at the indifferent king, lowered his eyes and answered "Yes", and left the room silently.

His footsteps were heavy, and the cold armor in front of him cut the light that fell into his eyes.Far away from the treatment room, he heard the boy's heart-piercing cries, one after another, like steel needles piercing the wall, which almost made him breathless.

Standing still for a moment while the boy was crying, he suddenly heard a soft sound of a piano coming from around the corner.Ai Er quietly leaned against the corner of the wall, but when he poked his eyes, he saw Gerson Renther leaning against the wall.This man who interprets the word "elegant" all the time is plucking the lyre with downcast eyes, and his thin back is gray and decadent, like a grass stalk covered by frost.

Ai Er stepped forward and said in a muffled voice, "Your Excellency Renssel."

Hearing his voice, Gesun forced himself to straighten up from the wall, and said with a faint smile, "Silver Kirin Knight? The king ordered you to come and see Lemon?"

Aie said, "Yes."

Gessen said, "The queen just left and cried very sadly, saying that she couldn't bear to hear it."

Ai Er said lightly, "As the mother of His Highness, Her Majesty's grief is understandable."

Gerson said nothing more.As soon as he stopped flicking the qin, the crying of the boy inside became louder.Gesun smiled at Ai Er and said, "Look, I should continue to play, so that the child will suffer less."

The Silver Scale Knight nodded and waited for a while before leaving.Before leaving, the melodious melody of Gessen's fingertips echoed on the tall vault, tirelessly, patiently and gently.

If this man is really the biological father of Prince Lemon.Ior thought silently, he was not cruel and heartless.

****

Prince Lemon was saved.

On the day the little prince woke up, the king set off to condolence him. After staying in the treatment room for less than 5 minutes, he walked out with a blank face, more indifferent than condolences to an irrelevant person.

And Prince Lemon has changed since then.Ai Er remembered that the little prince used to have a handsome appearance, but now he turned into a weak and ugly deformed child.While following the queen, he often met the little prince sitting alone in a corner, holding a harp and weeping silently.No one saw him, and he didn't see anyone, talking to himself insanely from time to time, like damp moss and mushrooms, leaving his body to rot and stink in a dark corner without daylight.

At this time, Ai Er would think, what if he could arrive sooner that afternoon?What if other people can hunt in the woods and find the prince surrounded by poisonous bees in time? ...Prince Lemon would not have to suffer from illness, nor would he be passively withdrawn from the world because of it.

However, reality never allowed him to think too much.On a windy night, he stared at the queen for three months, and finally noticed the clues.

"Gerson..."

The queen choked up, her voice full of emotion.She was wearing a black cloak, and like a weak bird, she eagerly threw herself into the arms of the man in front of her.The two of them met under a quiet and secluded tree, surrounded by tall and dense tree trunks, which not only facilitated their concealment, but also facilitated Ai Er's whereabouts.

Gerson Renssel's eyes were calm, he only patted the weeping woman on the back lightly, and then pushed her away.The night wind rolled up the corners of their robes, the woman shrank her body as if afraid of the cold, looked at the man's indifferent side face, and said tremblingly, "What's wrong, Gesen..."

"Your Majesty the Queen." Gesun turned his back to her, without any fluctuation in his voice, "Let's end it. For you and me, we won't meet again in the future."

The woman stared into a pair of crystal clear tearful eyes and said, "Why?"

Geshen said, "I guess, the king may have found out about us."

"No way!" the woman hurriedly said, "I'm very careful, I always ask my servant to help me keep watch. He won't find out, if he finds out, why hasn't he made any action until now..."

"Don't you understand yet?" Gesun said, "It's not that I didn't move, it's just that I didn't attack you or me."

The man turned around, took a few steps towards the woman, and whispered in her ear, "He began to wonder if Lemon is your son..."

A group of crows spread their wings suddenly in the darkness, and flew around the treetops creakingly, dropping their remaining feathers.

****

In the twilight of the distant sky, Ai Er saw Prince Lemon sitting on a rock, quietly looking into the distance.

He was not familiar with the two princes.He was not the teacher responsible for teaching them swordsmanship, and usually he only stayed by the king's side wholeheartedly. Occasionally, he glanced at him in the palace and quickly looked away. He rarely communicated with the princes.

But since the poisonous bee incident, he couldn't help but pay attention to Prince Lemon.It wasn't to monitor anything, nor was it to search for anything, but when he occasionally saw the little prince sitting quietly in the sunset, an unspeakable pity would surge in his heart.

The boy has suffered too much at an age when he shouldn't have.The palace is no better than the countryside. An ugly deformed child may be very common in the countryside, but in the palace, there is nowhere to go, only to endure ridicule and insult.Some children may be able to become strong in this depressive environment, and some children may not be able to let go of it for the rest of their lives.

No matter what the situation is, only a broken heart will never change.

【I suspect that Lemon is not my son. 】

The king's cold words echoed in his mind again, and the Silver Kirin Knight lowered his head, remembering the scene of seeing the queen and Gerson Renthel in a tryst a few days ago, and suddenly felt physically and mentally exhausted.

"..."

At this moment, the little prince who had been sitting still stood up from the stone.He hugged the harp, propped up his two skinny legs, hunched his neck, like a duck with its wings shrunk, and walked forward slowly.He walked so absent-mindedly that he tripped over a tree root.Ai Er quietly stepped forward, seeing the prince lying on the ground like this, he burst into sobs all by himself.

Almost subconsciously, he stepped forward and said, "Your Highness."

"Ah—?!" The thin shoulders trembled suddenly, and the boy on the ground jumped up, staring at him with fearful eyes, subconsciously covering his cheeks with his hands.

Ai Er bowed and picked up the lyre that had fallen to the ground, trying his best not to disturb the panicked boy in front of him, "Here you are, Your Highness. It's getting late, let me take you back."

"Ugh..."

The boy looked at him with tears in his eyes. Seeing the gleaming silver armor and cold mask, he seemed to realize that he was a personal knight beside his father, and the fear in his eyes was even greater.He charged at him, snatched the lyre, turned and ran, only to fall again.

Ai Er stood still, watching the little boy stand up in embarrassment, wiped the tears and snot from his face, and took a last look at him.

"Your Highness." At that brief moment, he whispered, "I'm sorry, you... feel very painful."

The boy was stunned by this sentence.Ai Er stepped forward, half-knelt in front of the prince, stretched out his hand, and stroked the boy's hair.

"I promise. It won't happen in the future." Looking at the boy's dull and pure blue eyes, he said firmly again, as if he wanted to lock this feeling firmly into his heart.

"Never again."

****

He did not tell the king the truth until the end.Ai Er sometimes thinks that he is not a qualified Silver Kirin Knight, and heirs are not the taboo of the royal family, but he keeps the king in the dark.Although he felt that the suspicious king would not listen to his side of the story, in fact, because of his unwavering testimony, Prince Lemon, including the queen and the Minister of Etiquette, escaped unharmed...

If there were no things that happened later, if Prince Lemon hadn't become the "Evil Boy Prince", if the dragon hadn't entrusted the king with a dream to ask for Prince Airon, if everything could still be redeemed...

The Silver Scale Knight wondered if the future of the Wanjiang Empire would be different.

"Since Prince Lemon's mind is evil and lawless, and it is impossible to inherit the throne. The evil dragon wants Prince Airon, so we will treat Prince Lemon as 'Prince Airon' and send him to the pinnacle of ashes."

Gerson Renthal's proposal was unanimously agreed by the King's Council.On the day when the secret order was issued, Aiur knelt outside the king's gate, bowed his head, clutched the holy sword that shone with silver light like tears, and shouted earnestly and hoarsely:

"Your Majesty, please allow me to go to the pinnacle of embers and fight the dragon!"

The sound of the door closing almost broke his heart.The Silver Scale Knight knelt on the cold and hard floor tiles, his eyes were red and his vision gradually blurred.He raised his desperate and stubborn eyes, facing the heavy wooden door, shouting the unchanging oath over and over again.

...Your Majesty, please allow me to go to the summit of the ember of the soul and fight the dragon! ...

...Your Majesty, please allow me to go to the summit of the ember of the soul and fight the dragon...

...Your Majesty, please allow me to go to the Peak of Embers...

...fighting the dragon...

In the end, he just stood on the city wall where the cold wind was howling, watching the chariot carrying the prince go away on the boundless white snow field, tears poured down like rain, and condensed into ice on his face.

At that time, he did not expect that two years later, with the same mood, he would watch the figure of the prince disappear into the snow field.It's just that time has passed and everything has changed.Behind him is no longer the magnificent and majestic castle of the Wanjiang Empire, but a desolate ruin.The royal family turned into cold bones, and the people who did not want to surrender were exiled to Vulture City. The once-powerful Winter Ting Legion carried the military flag in disgrace, and was imprisoned in the two dark and strong arms of the Great Wall along with the exiled team.

And he was no longer the "Silver Lin Knight", but a prisoner of the Mogol tribe.He should have died long ago, after the death of the king, he should have gone after his lord.

But he didn't know whether it was fate or a coincidence, he met Prince Lemon who escaped from the Ember Peak again and seemed to be safe and sound.The little prince in front of him was no longer as down and out as he used to be.His red hair is as dazzling as a flame, and his cold blue eyes are like two sharp knives, shining with a deadly edge.

Aier secretly took the red-haired Lemon out of the city where the Mogr soldiers were stationed, and galloped across the vast land in the snowstorm.The temperature of his body disappeared little by little in the ice and snow, but the red-haired Clement behind was like a piece of burning coal, full of long-lasting vitality, which made his lingering body spew out endless power, and he just broke through the barrier of wind and snow. Successfully brought the opponent out of the royal city.

"What's your name?"

The red-haired Lemon was riding on a horse, with a worn cloak over his shoulders, and raised his chin towards him.

And he stared at the boy in front of him like countless times before, but said his name for the first time.

"Aie."

"Okay, Aie." The red-haired prince said casually, "You are also from the Wanjiang Empire, right? Now that the old country is occupied by Eliot, you must be very unwilling."

He said calmly, "Yeah."

The red-haired Lemon said, "Under the current situation, you will die if you go back." He tightened his grip on the horse's head, his body swaying with the horse's pace, "Will you follow me, Ai Er? In a few years, we'll be back for revenge."

"My two older brothers are still inside." Ai Er said, "Whether it's dead or alive, I have to go back to find them and make a decision."

Lymon said indifferently, "Maybe they are already dead. Are you sure you want to go back and find death?"

"Yeah." Ai Er said, "Sure."

Hearing his calm tone, the red-haired boy smiled and said, "You are interesting." He bent down on the back of his high horse, and spoke to the former Silver Scale Knight in a voice that was completely different from the past. Said, "Six months later, we gathered at Night Wolf Village near the northern border."

"If you can live, come to see me, okay?"

"Okay." Ai Er nodded, his voice became hoarse, "Okay..."

Seeing his promise, the red-haired Lemon put on his hood in satisfaction, and shouted happily, "Let's go—"

"Lemon."

At this moment, he called the boy and said, "Go alone, be careful."

"Oh, nonsense." Lei Meng twitched his lips with a smile, stared indifferently at the mountains and valleys covered by white snow in the distance, and said calmly, "When am I not alone?"

Ai Er quietly watched the red-haired boy's pale and thin profile, sunken blue-black eye sockets, slightly hunchbacked back, and the everlasting loneliness and loneliness in his eyes.

No matter what the other person looked like, whether it was the submissive boy in the past or the indifferent and unruly teenager now, at that moment, he really wanted to say, no, Lemon, you are not alone.

always, never...

But the other party didn't hear him say this, and he couldn't say it.The wind and snow covered the water vapor he exhaled from his mouth, and the ice fog turned into water stains in front of his dark pupils, and also covered the back of the boy galloping on the horse.When he looked at the redness that disappeared into the endlessly extending white snow like a raging fire, his eyes suddenly became hot, and he felt the urge to cry, kneel, and raise his arms high against the gloomy sky where the snow was raging.

He thought that he had probably found a reason to live.

The author has something to say: Thanks to the little angel "la la la" for the nutrient solution!I forgot to mention it yesterday, I added it today XD