Aztec Eternals

The birds flew away, accompanied by the afterglow of the setting sun. The world is vast, and all kinds of frost and sky are free. The torrent of history is always as mighty as heaven and earth, rushing to the end of time, and the vastness never knows its end. And the heroic characters are just riding the wind, looking for the timing and trajectory of flying, fluttering and seeking feathering and ascending to immortality.

Shulot put his hands behind his back and looked up at the flying birds. The youth's face showed the vicissitudes of life that did not match his age. What I see in one day, like a streamer flying, will always stay in my heart. It seems that the passing years have come, accompanied by five thousand years of war and fighting, which makes people unforgettable for a long time.

The sunset gradually falls, and the sunset glows with its last brilliance, like falling cherry blossoms, with the beauty of samurai withering. It wasn't until the bright red that filled Shirotte's eyes that he watched the old sunset with a sense of loss, as if the era was fading away.

The young man's thoughts wandered back, returned to Jiutian, and fell into Jiuyuan. He smiled sullenly and experienced 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, plant seeds one by one, nurture them, cultivate them carefully, and accumulate the general trend of history. Until the fields are lush and green, until the fruit trees From the ground up, until the civilization is as dense as a forest, there will be flocks of birds to cast in, and all the heroes of the world will join us!"

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

From ideas to innovation, from production to technology, from politics to society, diligent farmers need to cultivate carefully. He always swings his hoe, smashes the hardened clods, and removes the weeds that hinder him. He doesn't care about the fading in front of him, but only looks at the future growth. In his heart, life has a new definition: up to the king, down to the leader of Qian, great love is ruthless, just like the inhumaneness of heaven and earth.

The long night is coming, and the new fire is burning. In the Divine Revelation Institute, the warriors had just lit a bonfire, and the flickering flames pierced the evening sky, and the light in front of them surpassed the distant stars and moons. In the light of the fire, the crowd surrounded the wise Highness, silently, standing solemnly, waiting for the next order.

When he came back to his senses, Shulot gave a gentle smile. He waved to the crowd.

"Don't be in a hurry, come here today! The military craftsmen in the north area have done a good job, and I will reward them. Let the folk artisans in the south area get ready. I will come back tomorrow morning to see their progress."

After all, he smiled and signaled everyone to disband. The craftsmen breathed a sigh of relief, and whispered about the arrangements for tonight, whether to open a can of old wine to celebrate His Highness's approval.

Bertard watched the boy quietly. He smiled happily, his face vicissitudes of life. A few days ago, His Highness had been busy running around, like a fresh wind blowing through the capital, urging him strictly, and the cold was like the dewdrops in the morning. At this time, he smiled gently, but he had the weight of a few mountains, and he was like a young sun.

Dew drops moisten the earth, and it tastes cold and sweet. The sun shines on all things, and where there is no mercy, the world burns. Starting from the earth and ascending to the sky, the king should be like this. The light shines on the world, even if it is lonely!

Shirot seemed to feel something, and he looked at the samurai chief. Bertard knelt down on one knee, as if he had first met him. The two faced each other for a moment, and the young man reached out his hand calmly and stroked the long hair of the samurai. The surrounding warriors looked at each other for a moment, and then knelt down without hesitation.

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

Without a word all night, Shulot slept soundly. He was very relaxed, and even his sleeping position was quiet and peaceful. The next morning, after completing the morning training as usual, the young man smiled slightly and looked at the loyal samurai chief.

"I haven't been to the palace for a long time, and while it's still early, I'll go see my beloved first!"

Bertard nodded calmly. The two took off their sweat-soaked military uniforms, put on white and clean plain robes, and walked away lightly.

When I came to the palace of Montezuma, the heavy stone gate slowly opened, and the main hall and flowing water came into view. The guards respectfully invited His Highness to step in, but resolutely stopped the accompanying samurai chief and guards.

Shirot nodded with a smile, and waved his hand to stop the samurai captain. Bertard thought for a moment, then obeyed his orders obediently and waited outside the door.

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

"The esteemed king left early in the morning and may have gone to the king's palace to handle government affairs."

Shirot didn't care. He smiled slightly, and then he knew the way, and went straight to the rose garden inside.

Not long after, the young man walked into the garden, and saw the spring sun coming lightly, the place where his feet were colorful, and the pleasant fragrance of flowers hit. Not far away, the breeze blows from afar, bringing the girl's light song. The pure singing flies in the sky and the earth, like clouds falling in the world, falling into the hearts of young people.

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

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

Will he hear? Will it shake the flower-adorned drum bell, answering the flower's song?

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

"

The boy stopped to listen, the song of spring by the Texcoco poet King Coyot Nezabal. In the girl's mouth, there was a slight change, like a cloud shaped into a heart shape, which was filled with deep thoughts.

"On the flowers of spring, the song of the thrushes, shimmering on Lake Texcoco.

Countless birds answered, and she just waited quietly for a cardinal to come.

Lotus blooms on the lake, can hummingbirds see it?

Will he come from far away, also sing a beautiful song, and fall by my side...

"

Hearing this, Shirot couldn't bear it any longer. He walked quickly, and under the surprised eyes of Alyssa, he grabbed her soft hand and hugged him tightly, reluctant to let go. The two of them were dressed in white, and they melted into the sky like white clouds.

After a long time, the boy looked at the girl with deep fiery in his eyes. The girl bowed her head slightly, avoiding the burning eyes, but heard a gentle song. That is the second stanza of Song of Spring, which is also incorporated into the love of spring.

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

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

The boy was also led to sit down, and the girl quietly leaned on his shoulder. The two of them stared at the red roses together and sang the hottest ending song in a low voice.

"You are a beautiful flower, a flower that fascinates me. When you came into this world, you are destined to be part of everything in me. We sing and dance, and in the depths of the Garden of Spring, we will remember each other and engrave them into our body and mind forever.. ."

Singing the most simple love song, the flame rose from Shilot's heart and burned to every corner of his body. He pulled the girl hard, let her sit on his lap, looked at those bright eyes, and kissed her 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 ears, letting the other person's breath pass through the sensitive ears.

Shilot was stunned for a moment, his mood calmed down a little, but his heart was beating violently. So are girls. In silence, the two of them had a heart-to-heart connection, felt each other's heartbeats, and forgot the time.

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

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

There was a red glow on the girl's face. She bowed her head slightly, as well-behaved as a deer.

"No. I took Chimarpilly in the morning to play in the garden. We were watching butterflies fluttering and listening to swifts chirping, and I told him stories of our ancestors. Take it away, and I sit on the grass alone and sing."

Shirot was slightly startled, his brows slightly wrinkled. Chimarpilly? Avet's three-year-old son? take away? The boy closed his eyes and pressed down the fluctuations in his heart. At this moment, he doesn't want to think about the world, he just wants to feel beautiful in peace.

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.

Shiroute smiled and leaned close to the girl's long hair.

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

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

"I miss my mother a little bit."

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

"Then do you miss me?"

"Well, there is."

"how many?"

"...Well, it's full of hearts!"

Shulot was heartbroken. He held the girl's shoulders, lowered his head again, and tried to kiss the person in front of him.

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

"Oh, shame on you! A lot of people are watching."

Hearing this, Shulot was stunned. He turned his head to look around, and across the garden, the guards in the distance stood solemnly, looking away like a statue. On the two-storey palace 100 meters away, the dark-colored deity drapery fluttered in the wind, and it was also empty.

The boy was distracted, but he felt his hands slip and his legs light up. Turning her head, she saw that the girl had already fled like a gust of wind, and ran away in a flash, leaving only a faint fragrance.

Shirott looked at his hands and was disappointed. Thoughts turned slightly, and smiled again. Next time bring the lovely Avellot and put Alyssa in her arms, she won't be able to run away.

The breeze continued to blow away and fell into the two floors in the distance. It blew up the god's veil again and walked over the thick wooden wall, but suddenly saw two tall figures.

Behind the drapery and wooden walls, Arvitt wears homely 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 were still aching. And between his ears, there are black and red blood scabs, which have already been covered with medicinal powder, but at this time it is no problem.

Seeing this scene as well, the intelligence officer had a headache. He pondered slightly and spoke in a low voice.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness is now..."

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

Gilliam was silent. The best policy can not follow the trend, it can only suggest the next policy. UU reading www.uukanshu.com He pondered slightly, and spoke slowly again.

"Your Majesty, I've been thinking about it for a long time these days, but I have come up with a way to get the best of both worlds."

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

Gilliam froze in his heart and bowed his head to answer respectfully.

"According to this method, if everything goes well, it will not only remove the threat, but also satisfy all parties, and also leave a hopeful future for the princess."

Avit leaned forward slightly, and the intelligence officer approached and told the story.

"...like this."

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? But a public heart?"

"Your Majesty, the gods can learn from it!"

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

Avit's expression didn't change, he just continued to wait.

"Swear by the ancestors of the royal family!"

Jilim bowed his head solemnly and saluted, recalling the faces of the previous monarchs in his mind.

Hearing this sentence, Avit smiled and said nothing. He looked at the garden of roses again, and Shulot had disappeared and left. And his lovely daughter floated back like a cloud. In the palace and garden, it was quiet again, and the long wind came back quietly, blowing the girl's long hair.

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

In the distance, in the vast sky and earth, the sun is rising. And Baiyun, but floated away.