Chapter 130 Big Love and Little Love, Ruthless and Light Song

Flocks of birds fly away, accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun. The world is vast, and all kinds of frost compete for freedom. The torrent of history is always as mighty as heaven and earth, rushing to the end of time, and the mighty never knows where it will stop. The hero is just riding on the wind, looking for the timing and trajectory of flying, fluttering and seeking to become a feather and ascend to the immortal.

Shulot put his hands behind his back and looked up at the flying birds. The boy's face showed vicissitudes that did not match his age. What you see in a day is like flying light, and it will stay in your heart forever. It seems that the passing years are coming, accompanied by five thousand years of war and slaughter, which makes people unforgettable for a long time.

The sunset gradually falls, and the sunset glow blooms its last brilliance, like falling cherry blossoms, carrying the withered beauty of a samurai. It wasn't until Shulot's eyes were filled with bright red that he watched the old sunset with a sense of regret, like an era that was drifting away.

The young man's mind wandered back and returned to the Nine Heavens and fell into the Nine Abyss. He smiled generously, experiencing spiritual enlightenment and sublimation.

"It turns out that what I want to do is not a hero, but a diligent farmer. In the soil of the times, I plant seeds one by one, gestate them, cultivate them carefully, and accumulate the general trend of history. Until the fields are lush and green, until the fruit trees Rise up from the ground until the civilization is as dense as a forest, and then there will be a flock of birds to cast it, and all the heroes of the world will fall into my trap!"

At this moment, Xiulot finally understood the elder. His eyes gradually deepened, and his feelings became deeper.

From ideas to innovations, from production to technology, from politics to society, diligent farmers need to cultivate carefully. He always swings the hoe to break the hardened soil and remove the weeds that hinder him. He doesn't care about the withering in front of him, but only looks at the growth in the future. In his heart, life has a new definition: up to the king, down to the head of Guizhou, great love is merciless, just like the world is inhumane.

The long night is coming, and a new fire is lit. Inside the Divine Enlightenment Institute, the warriors had just lit a bonfire, and the swaying firelight pierced the evening sky, and the light in front of them was better than the distant stars and moon. In the flames, the crowd surrounded His Highness the Wisdom, silently, bowed solemnly, and waited for the next order.

When he came back to his senses, Shulot smiled gently. He waved to everyone.

"Don't be in a hurry, let's go here today! The military craftsmen in the North District have done a good job, and I will reward them. Let the folk craftsmen in the South District get ready. I'll see their progress tomorrow morning."

After all, he smiled and motioned for everyone to disband. The craftsmen breathed a sigh of relief, discussing in low voices about tonight's arrangement, whether to open a can of old wine to celebrate His Highness's approval.

Bertard looked at the boy quietly. He smiled happily, his face vicissitudes. In the past few days, His Highness has been busy running around, like a fresh wind blowing through the capital, sternly urging, the cold is like the morning dew. But at this time, he smiled gently, but he was a little thick like a mountain, and he was like a young sun.

The dew moistens the earth and tastes cold and sweet. The sun shines on all things, and the heartless place makes the world burn. From the earth to ascend to the sky, the king should be like this. The light shines on the world, even if you are alone, so what!

Shulot seemed to feel something, he looked at the warrior commander. Bertard knelt down on one knee to salute, as if he had met him for the first time. The two faced each other for a moment, the boy calmly reached out and stroked the samurai's long hair. The surrounding warriors looked at each other for a moment, and knelt down to salute without hesitation.

All this is like a silent picture scroll, frozen in the long night. The embers of fire spanned thousands of years, burning again under the starry sky of history, and also burning in the king's heart.

There was nothing to say all night, and Shulot fell into a deep sleep. He was very relaxed, and even his sleeping position was quiet and peaceful. Early the next morning, after completing the morning training as usual, the boy smiled slightly and looked at the loyal warrior commander.

"It's been a long time since I've been to the palace, so I'll go see my beloved first while it's still early!"

Bertard nodded calmly. The two of them took off their sweat-soaked military uniforms, put on white clothes and clean plain robes, and left in light clothes.

Arriving at the royal palace of Montezuma, the heavy stone gate slowly opened, and the hall and flowing water came into view. The guards respectfully invited His Highness to step in, but resolutely stopped the accompanying warrior commander and guards.

Shulot nodded with a smile, and waved his hand to stop the warrior commander. Berthard thought for a moment, then obediently obeyed and waited outside the door.

The boy strode in, but Avit was not in the hall. He asked with a smile, and the accompanying guards replied respectfully.

"The honorable king left early in the morning, and may have gone to the king's palace to deal with government affairs."

Xiulot didn't care. With a slight smile, he knew the way, and went straight to the rose garden inside.

Not long after, the young man walked into the garden, only to see the spring day coming lightly, the places where the feet fell were colorful, and the pleasant fragrance of flowers hit. Not far away, a cool breeze blows from afar, bringing a girl's light song. The pure singing voice flies in the sky and the earth, like clouds falling from the world, falling into the heart of a young man.

"In the garden of roses, I began to sing.

Flowers bloomed all over the earth, and singing resounded through the sky.

Will he hear it? Will it shake the flower-embellished drum bell to answer the flower's song?

The bell rang through the sky, and the flowers bloomed all over the earth, and they also bloomed in my heart.

"

The boy stopped to listen, it was the song of spring by Texcoco poet King Coyot Nezabal. In the girl's mouth, there has been a slight change, like a cloud molded into a heart shape, incorporating deep thoughts.

"Above the flowers of spring, the song of the thrush shone on Lake Texcoco.

There were countless birds answering, but she just waited quietly, waiting for a cardinal to fly.

The lotus blooms on the lake, will the hummingbird see it?

Whether he will come from afar, also singing a beautiful song, falling by my side.

"

Hearing this, Xiulot couldn't bear it anymore. He walked quickly, and under Alyssa's surprised eyes, he grasped her soft hand and held her in his arms, tightly refusing to let go. The two were dressed in white, and they melted into the sky like white clouds.

After a long time, the boy looked at the girl with a deep and blazing gaze. The girl lowered her head slightly to avoid burning eyes, but heard a gentle singing. That's the next part of the Song of Spring, which is also incorporated into Haruhi's love.

"Your heart is a picture scroll. Wait for me to paint myself. Come and sing, and I will play the drums. Come and dance, and I will remember you in the depths of the Spring Garden!"

Alyssa blushed. She sat down quietly, sitting in front of the pure white rose, but still holding Shulot's hand.

The boy was also brought to sit down, and the girl quietly leaned on his shoulder. The two stared at the red rose together, and co-wrote the hottest ending song in a low voice.

"You are a beautiful flower, a flower that makes me intoxicated. When you come to this world, you are destined to be my everything. We sing and dance, and in the depths of the garden of spring, we will remember each other and engrave it in our bodies and minds forever."

Singing the simplest love song, the flame rose from Shulot's heart and burned to every corner of his body. He pulled the girl hard, let her sit on his lap, looked into those bright eyes, and wanted to kiss deeply.

Alyssa blinked slyly. She leaned forward, hugged the boy tightly again, put her head on his broad shoulders, and blew into the boy's ear, letting the boy's breath blow through the sensitive ear tips.

Shulot was taken aback for a moment, his mood calmed down a little, but his heart beat violently. The same is true for girls. Silently, the two were connected with each other, feeling each other's heartbeat, forgetting the time.

After a long time, Xiulot looked into the girl's eyes again and asked softly.

"Alyssa, what are you doing sitting in the garden? Waiting for me?"

The girl's face was rosy. She lowered her head slightly, as well-behaved as a deer.

"No. In the morning I took Chimalpili to play in the garden. We were watching butterflies flying, listening to swifts singing softly, and I also told him stories about ancestors. But not long ago, the guards and the nanny took Chimalpili to him. I took it away, and I just sat on the grass alone and sang."

Shulot was slightly taken aback, and his brows were slightly frowned. Chimalpilly? Arvit's three-year-old legitimate son? take away? The boy closed his eyes and suppressed the fluctuation in his heart. At this moment, he doesn't want to think about the world, he just wants to feel the beauty quietly.

Seeing the boy's expression, Alyssa thought for a while. She took the initiative to hug the boy, and the soft touch with a faint fragrance penetrated into the boy's heart.

Xiulot showed a smile and leaned close to the girl's long hair.

"Alyssa, my thrush, what are you thinking when you sing?"

Hearing this, the girl lowered her head, her expression darkened.

"I miss my mother a little bit."

Hulot felt a pain in his heart, stretched out his arms pitifully, and hugged the girl tightly. The two embraced tightly. After a while, the boy asked softly in the ear of the other party.

"Then do you miss me?"

"Well, there are."

"how many?"

"...Well, my heart is full!"

Shulot's heart skipped a beat. He pressed the girl's shoulder, lowered his head again, and tried to kiss the person in front of him.

Alyssa blushed completely. She subconsciously stretched out her hand and put it in front of her lips, and the boy kissed the palm of his hand.

"Oh, what a shame! A lot of people are watching."

Hearing this, Xiulot was taken aback. He turned his head and looked around. Across the garden, the guards in the distance stood awe-inspiring, like statues, not looking aside. On the two-story palace a hundred meters away, the dark god's curtain fluttered in the wind, and there was no one there.

The boy was looking around distractedly, but he felt a slip in his hand and a light on his leg. Looking back, the girl had already fled away like a gust of breeze, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Xiulot looked at his hands, feeling disappointed. Turning his thoughts slightly, he smiled again. Next time bring the lovely Avilot and put Alyssa in her arms and she won't be able to run away.

The breeze continued to blow far away, falling into the two floors in the distance. It once again blows the veil of the gods, walks past the thick wooden wall, but suddenly sees two tall figures.

Behind the drapes and wooden walls, Arvit is dressed in casual clothes. He smiled calmly, watching everything in the garden with tenderness in his eyes.

Behind him, Gilliam frowned slightly. The wounds on his shoulders had been carefully bandaged, but they still ached. And between his ears, there were black and red blood scabs, which had already been powdered, but it didn't matter at this time.

Seeing this scene also gave the intelligence officer a headache. He pondered slightly, and spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness is now though"

Avit looked back calmly, shook his head slowly and firmly, his eyes were still gentle.

Gilliam was silent. If the best policy cannot follow the trend, then we can only suggest the worst policy. He pondered slightly, and spoke slowly again.

"Your Majesty, I've pondered for a long time these days, and I finally found a way to get the best of both worlds."

The king stared at the intelligence officer with scrutiny in his eyes.

Gilliam's heart trembled, he bowed his head and answered respectfully.

"According to this method, if everything goes well, the threat can be eliminated, all parties can be satisfied, and a hopeful future can be left for the princess."

Avit leaned forward slightly, and the intelligence officer approached, whispering in his ear.

".so-and-so."

The king's eyes were dark at first, then bright, and finally nodded solemnly. He looked Gilliam up and down again, and asked with a meaningful smile.

"Gilliam, you are well-intentioned. Why is this? Is it a public heart?"

"Your Majesty, there is a lesson to be learned from the gods!"

The intelligence officer solemnly met the king's gaze without hesitation.

Avette's face remained unchanged, he just continued to wait.

"Swear by the ancestors of the royal family!"

Gilliam solemnly bowed his head and saluted, recalling the faces of the previous emperors in his mind.

Hearing this sentence, Avit smiled and said nothing. He looked again at the rose garden, and Shulot had disappeared. And his lovely daughter floated back like a cloud. In the palace and garden, there was silence again, and the long wind returned quietly, blowing the girl's long hair.

In the Garden of Spring, Alyssa pulled her hair and sat quietly in front of the white roses. The girl put her hands on her cheeks, stared blankly at the sky, her thoughts were in the distance.

In the distance, in the vast sky and earth, the sun is rising. But Baiyun left in the air.

Um. Today my mood was up and down, and I couldn't help writing half a chapter of emotional drama. But this chapter is very important, it is the growth of the teenager, and the foreshadowing of the follow-up plot is the best of both worlds. Also, Texcoco's Song of Spring is a poem about spring, which I rewrote as, um, a love poem. It's still fun to write!