Aztec Eternals

A gust of breeze blew past, like a cat moving, stroking the frescoes in the hall. It rang the wind chimes in the corner of the house, and it also stirred the king's thoughts. The wind chimes are lingering, the words of the knowledgeable elder are old and powerful, the reverberation echoes in the empty palace, gradually dissipates in the wind, and even falls into the heart of the king.

Hearing Jatiri's comment on the painting method of the mural, Shilot was stunned, and looked at the most trustworthy samurai captain with a questioning face.

Bertard has always been quiet, but at this time, his eyes were rarely straight. He was born as a civilian and spent half his life in the army. He really knew all about painting and art, but he didn't know anything. Sherlot had never attended a priestly school, and the priestly education he received was not complete, nor was it much better. The two warriors who were good at fighting looked at each other for a moment, before the samurai chief whispered in a complicated tone.

"His Royal Highness, I have recorded that the painters did come from three places... As the sage said, the first two batches came from the Holy City and Lake West of the alliance. The third batch of painters came from Mistec."

The young king frowned slightly. He stood up from the seat, turned around halfway, looked at the mural in front of him, and also covered his changing expression.

In the coalition's political system, the holy city of Teotihuacan was ruled by a branch of the Mexica royal family, which has been in existence for three or four generations. The Holy City lineage is connected by blood and culture, and is one of the most trusted direct lineages in the center of the alliance and the capital city in the lake. Aska Potzalco, west of Lake Texcoco, was the old capital of the Tepanek people. The Tepanek and the Mexica are both Nahua ethnic groups, have been married for generations, and share the same beliefs. Under the "will" of the Lord God, they have been integrated with each other for half a century, and now they have fully integrated into the Mexica ethnic group. These two city-states are loyal members of the alliance, responding to the call, obeying orders, and being regarded as "own people" in the alliance.

The Mistec in the south is different. Although the Mistecs surrendered to the Mexica Alliance under the conquest of Montezuma I and paid tribute on time every year, they have been vassals of the alliance for nearly twenty years. However, the alliance's control over the Mistecs is still only maintained at the level of military deterrence and tribute collection. The Mistec Alliance has always maintained a completely independent political system, semi-autonomous diplomatic power, and a unique belief in the cloud. Allied with the Zapotec, they secretly resisted the influence of Alliance infiltration, let alone assimilated by the Alliance.

"O Mistec... They are distant, historic, unique in their culture and beliefs. In the arts, they are indeed different from the ministries of the Union."

Xiulott pondered for a moment, resumed the management of his expressions, and then sat down again. He looked at Jatiri, did not answer the other party's question, but asked back with a smile.

"Faced with the elders, I should ask for advice frankly. The direct line of the holy city, the backbone of the lake, and the vassal of the south, the governance of the alliance of the three is indeed different. I wonder what the sages can teach me? How is it related?"

Facing the question from the young king, Jatiri smiled slightly. The wrinkles on his face stretched like waves, his eyes glittered like lake water, and his mouth spoke loudly like waves.

"Your Highness, do you want to hear the truth or lie?"

"Of course it's the truth! I seek advice from sages, no matter what I say, I only take what is beneficial. If it is beneficial to governance, I will definitely reward you!"

"His Royal Highness's mind is as open as a bear!"

Hearing this, Jatiri exclaimed aloud, and then continued to laugh.

"His Royal Highness, at my age, I don't ask for any reward. I just hope that I can do something to benefit the people of the ethnic group... One aspect of governance is how the ruler views the people. What is involved is nothing more than how much Waiting for people, how many people in each class, how many privileges they have, how much tribute they receive, and how the people below will go up. Then there is how to deal with disasters in famine years; how to deal with wars and turmoil... These things , it is up to His Highness to decide, the test is the level of the ruler, and it also depends on the practice of the executor."

Shilote pondered for a moment, then definitely nodded.

"The Prepechas are my people. They are the foundation of the kingdom, the green leaves on the towering tree of gods. I will be kind to me, and treat me like the Mexica! As for the rank of nobles, warriors, and commoners, and taxes Proportion, I have my own plans, and I will not treat the civilians of Prepecha harshly."

"His Royal Highness, you soar like an eagle, with the world in your heart. People of Prepecha, I would like to be your wings!"

Jatiri bowed his head and saluted solemnly. Then, he looked serious and said solemnly.

"Relying on the Pyramid of Yakata, the sky and the earth are linked to each other. The sky looks at the earth, applying thunder and rain; the earth also looks at the sky, rising clouds and mountains. Another aspect of the interaction between heaven and earth is how the people view the ruler. . The most direct is to respond to the attitude of the ruler."

Hearing this, a familiar word came to mind. Shilote thought for a moment, and suddenly thought of Chief Tarrasco and the old militia. He said with some emotion.

"The heaven and the earth interact, and the king and his subjects correspond to the people. The king regards them as loving siblings, and they regard the king as reliable parents; the king regards them as humble weeds, and they can naturally regard the king as an enemy."

Hearing this, Jatiri was stunned. He opened his deep eyes, and carefully looked at the young king again, and then said deeply.

"Your Highness, your kindness is rare, but it needs to be used sparingly and only in the right place. The words you just said can come from the mouth of a poet or the mouth of a noble, but it should not be uttered by a king."

"How the people see the ruler is like how the weeds see the sacred tree. They observe the color of the tree, and they find that they are close to themselves, and from this comes closeness. This is the appearance, the customs, and the habits of the people.

They listened to the wind rustling through the leaves, like the rustling of the tip of a clump of grass. These are similar languages, words that can be communicated, and graphic texts that communicate with each other.

They follow the order of nature. They are born in spring, flourish in summer, wither in autumn, and only the sacred tree is evergreen. This is the law followed by the people, and only the will of the king is above all else.

They looked up at the height of the tree of gods, and found that he went straight into the clouds, where the gods perched. This is the common belief, respect for kings, and worship for gods...

Customs, language, laws, beliefs, these His Royal Highnesses have long planned. From the rumors of the transformation of the Mexica Alliance in the past two years, and from the traces that His Highness has arranged in the past few months, I know that His Highness has a tall and clear divine tree in his heart. "

Having said this, the knowledgeable elder smiled again with a deep meaning on his face.

"But when the weeds are getting taller and more numerous, they need a new bond. This bond is not exposed, but hidden in the heart of the heart, in the ground where the weeds gather. There must be The spreading root system connects all people together! They feel the root system of the divine tree and trace the source of life, so that they know that they fell off the divine tree and are children of the same origin of the divine tree. They are in time Grow together with China, and the tree of gods should be a whole, and should live and die together!  …

The ancient myths will be dusted by a long time, and the desolate people will be blinded by the vague history. Someone has to stand up and tell the inheritance to the people... At this point, the old man may be able to help. "

"The roots of connection...a whole...myth and history...telling...well, very good! This is the future I want!"

Shiroute thought for a while, and then his spirit was lifted. He leaned forward, grabbed Jatiri's old hands, and looked into each other's eyes sincerely.

"Also ask the sage to help me!"

Facing the king's sincere request for help, the smile on Jatiri's face finally spread. With a smile in his eyes, he asked again deeply.

"The whole that Your Highness wants is the delicious mushrooms in the pine trees, or the tall pine trees themselves? Is it a one-time generation or a long-term generation?"

"What I want, of course, is for the world!"

The young king did not hesitate to answer with a sonorous force.

"Okay! Then let's start from ten thousand generations ago, and tell a story from a long time ago, and tell a long and credible story. Your Highness, do you still remember the purpose of inviting the old man to come today?"

"The Epic of the Prepechas?"

Xiuluo paused for a while and pondered.

"The ancient books and frescoes are preserved intact ~www.readwn.com~ in the group of stone castles around the palace."

"Your Highness, in that case, why don't we talk while walking?"

Hearing this, the young king nodded. He stood up calmly and took Jatiri's arm again. This time, the knowledgeable elder smiled and let the king help him calmly. The two walked side by side to the back of the main hall, where there was a bluestone passage leading to the stone castles.

Bertard led a few guards and quietly followed behind. He watched the conversation between the king and the sage, and smiled and laughed heartily from time to time. The samurai captain stopped for a while, and a strange feeling came to his mind, which turned into his silent murmur.

"The eagle soars high in the sky, attracting the attention of the mountains and forests, and also attracting hidden eyes... A group of beasts surrounds the king in the jungle. From today, the king is not only surrounded by loyal and brave tigers and leopards, but also more cunning. Conspiracy the old fox..."

The crowd slowly walked away and disappeared at the end of the passage. The breeze blew through the Palace of Winds, and the crisp wind bells reverberated in the hall again. The guarding warriors were stunned and speechless, only the new frescoes on both sides, the old and solemn remains.