Hida [Daughter of the Nile] being picked up

Shida felt that Izumi was avoiding her.

Maybe it's a bit strange to say that, after all, he is a prince, who needs to hide?But Cedar did feel as if she was suddenly unwelcome.

Without any warning, Izmi began to distance herself from her, and would never take her by her side any time, but sent her out with some trivial matters.

For example, now, an attendant came over to send a message asking her to go to the royal archives to copy down the sacrifices made to the Sun Goddess in the past ten years.

"I want to see His Highness." She couldn't help it, what was she trying to do by making her do such boring and boring things all day long?

"Your Highness wants you to do it right away." The person came with a firm attitude.

Almost all his hands were copied, and it was not until the clerk of the archives began to drive people away that Xida returned to the palace with a thick collection of materials.

"It's Xida, give me the things." Ms. Mula stood in front of the door, "Your Highness said that it's hard work for you, go and rest now."

It's like this again, Xida feels like a fool at the moment being summoned and drank, and she didn't see each other today.She said perfunctorily, "As long as His Highness is happy."

What happened?Xida was thinking hard, as if it was the day when Kim and the others came back. After that night, everything seemed strange. Prince Izmi avoided her, and when Kim saw her eyes were always wandering, she felt a little uneasy , it seems that something related to her is happening.

"Your Highness, this is what Xida just sent." Mula handed the things to Izmi.

"Is it something he copied?" Izmi didn't stretch out his hand, but squinted his eyes at the thick roll in Mura's hand. After a while, he asked, "What did he say?"

"He said it's fine as long as your Highness is happy with you." Mulla put the things on the shelf aside, "Your Highness, did he annoy you? Are you punishing him?"

"No, no. I just don't want to see him right now. I need to think about it carefully." Izumi said carefully, "I—seem to be in some trouble, and I don't know what to do."

He looked up in Mula's direction, "Yes, I don't know what to do."

Seeing Izmi in a daze, Mura's heart almost melted. Ever since His Highness Izmi started to learn to become a crown prince, he never said this sentence to her as he did when he was a child.

"Your Highness, I believe you can find a way." She said softly, "You are the most outstanding prince in Bitaido."

"Really?" Izumi said to himself.

He was awakened by a gentle touch, and when he opened his eyes, it was a field with lush weeds and dotted with small flowers of various colors.

"Xila, it's you." He saw Xida sitting on the grass.

"That's right, Your Highness, it's me. Don't you think this place is very beautiful? It's a pity that you haven't been able to sleep to see it." Xida touched his forehead and said with a smile, "Your Highness, your fever has subsided It's great, I can finally breathe a sigh of relief."

"Fever? Me?" He said in a daze.

Xida seemed a little helpless, "That's right, Your Highness, you are sick and confused, aren't we in Assyria, you are sick."

"By the way, we are in Assyria now." Izmi said, "What about the pursuers? Is there anyone around here?"

"I got rid of them all. There are only two of us here, and there is no one else. We can stay here forever. Is this not good? Does Your Highness want to stay here with me?" Xida seemed a little Disappointed, "I would have been happy."

"No, I'm very happy." Izumi said hastily, "But didn't you keep saying you wanted to go home?"

"Your Highness, what are you talking about?" Xida looked at him curiously, "Isn't this my home?"

"In the world 3000 years from now, you said there was electricity and all kinds of weird things."

"Your Highness, you have a fever." Xida pouted, "I won't talk to you again."

"I'm confused? Maybe..." Izmi felt that he seemed to have forgotten something, and his mind was in a mess.

"Your Highness, do I look good dressed like this?" Xida stood up and turned around in front of him.

Only then did he discover that Xida was actually wearing a long skirt that Bitai girls loved most. The wide ankle-length skirt stretched gently with the master's movements, and it was dotted with gemstones, shining brightly in the sun. Under the neckline embroidered with exquisite patterns, the delicate shape of the collarbone is faintly revealed.

"Does it look good?" Xida asked again.

"Very...pretty." He said involuntarily. Indeed, even though he has short black hair, it is not against harmony, but has a very lively feeling.

"Then—do you like it?" Her face suddenly moved closer, so close that it seemed that she could touch his nose immediately.

It seemed that something erupted from his body, rushing and rushing, scorching him with the heat of the fire, eager to break out of his body, he heard the roar of his heartbeat, "I like it, I like it very much!" He has never been so urgent before, there is nothingness in front of his eyes, only the open and closed red lips are left, without thinking, he bites on it, firmly.

This is the fragrance of all the flowers blooming at the same time at the same time, this is the dormant thunder bursting and shining in the wilderness, like a surging river crushing people, kneading them and galloping with blood, sweeping across mountains and rivers Deep valley, overwhelming.

It seemed like a long time and it seemed like an instant, the restless beast was appeased, everything calmed down, he held the face of the person in front of him, and thought of something in a daze, "But, Xida, aren't you a boy, why are you dressed like this?"

Xida's expression changed, she stood up and ran away, "Shouldn't boys be allowed?"

"Wait—" He hurried to catch up, but he couldn't see that figure anywhere. There was a farmer working beside him, so he ran over and asked, "Did you see a girl?"

The man looked up, and it was Xida, "Prince, why are you here?"

"Xila, how could you." He pointed at his rough jacket.

Who knows that Xida sneered, "Prince, don't think I don't know what you are thinking? I know all the dirty thoughts in your heart, haven't you been praised for your noble conduct since you were a child, and didn't you claim to be the number one wise man?" Do you have a great monarch? Who would have thought that you would have such dirty thoughts in your heart."

Izmi was shocked, he couldn't accept that the person who was still affectionate just now suddenly became so cold, "I didn't—"

"You have—" Xida said viciously without giving in, "you think the reason why I stayed is because you are a prince. I have no choice but to stay in this disgusting place. What's so great about you Are you going to persecute me, insult my dignity with the noble status of a prince, so that I will never be able to hold my head up?"

Izmi opened his mouth. He wanted to defend himself, but found that he couldn't make a sound.Everything in front of him began to twist and spin, and he kept falling.

"Ah—" He suddenly sat up.

Where is there any wilderness, this is my own palace, and the morning light leaks in with the sound of birdsong.

"Your Highness, what happened?" Mulla quickly put down her things and rushed to his bedside.

Izmi took a few breaths, and the fragments of memory rushed over him. He lowered his head, and his face was covered by his sweaty silver hair.

After a while, he lifted the blanket, slowly got out of bed, and moved to the soft couch beside him step by step.

Mula saw the marks on the bed at a glance, she ran to Izmi's side, hesitated to speak: "Your Highness, you—"

Izmi covered his forehead with his hands, and said in a low voice, "Nurse, I am in pain."

"Your Highness, Your Highness Izmi." Mura half-kneeled beside him, "You are the most honorable Prince of Bitedo, Your Highness, as long as it makes you happy, you can do whatever you want, don't let yourself suffer like this , no one can refuse you."

"You can do whatever you want..." Izumi muttered to himself.

Is this really what you think in your heart?This is what brought me confusion and confusion, yearning and pain, and made me unable to face that person.Goddess Ishudar, who is in charge of all love in the world, why did you treat me so cruelly.

After a long time, Izmi's voice sounded, "Call Xida over later."

Xida entered the room cautiously, and Izmi was standing in front of the huge stone window, with a strange expression written all over the complex words that she could not understand.

"Your Highness, do you have anything to do with me?" Xida asked.

Izumi tried hard to see the figure standing below, but he could only catch an outline, and couldn't outline his face no matter what.

It turned out that this was the person he loved, the person he finally met after waiting for a long time and praying countless times.

"You—" Izmi's voice was deep, "do you like life here?"

Xida was a little confused, she said carefully, "It's fine, everyone takes good care of me."

After a while, Izmi said, "Then—do you want anything?"

There is definitely a problem, today's prince is too strange, Xida feels more and more uncomfortable, "No more, Your Highness, you have given me a lot of help."

"Well, you go out first, it's okay." Izmi turned his back, not looking at the thin figure below.

Do you like me, and how much are you willing to stay in Bitai for me? After all, he still didn't ask, he couldn't imagine how Xida would look at him.

Although it is not uncommon for a noble family to raise a few beautiful boys, and he also knows the deeds of the previous king Pitaido raising male favorites, but——does he want to make him a plaything for everyone to laugh at?

He won't, Izmi thought, timid and afraid of death, but he won't say yes.

And myself, don't I want to become the greatest king?What he should look for is a woman who can bring him a perfect heir, so that's it, he thought.

But, it would be nice if Xida was a girl, why isn't the person I love a girl——

In that case, no matter whether it is the princess of the mysterious kingdom or the shepherd's daughter, nothing can stop him from getting her.

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