Sanctuary Huazhang III Tianyuan

Chapter22

The days that followed became more colorful, and Patrick began to invite me out for a walk from time to time. He and Garyan were in the glue phase for a long time, and sparks could be sparked when they stood together.

I am often called to a small banquet in a certain city to join in the fun, or to watch a stage play by a popular actor, or to drink new drinks in a newly opened tavern.

I don't comment on Patrick, but I have a lot of admiration for Garrian.

What he gave up for his lover was not only his racial position, but also the trust of the whole nation in him, and the reputation he gained from fighting in the battlefield for many years.

Jia Rui'an was regarded as a collaborating traitor in Chiye, and even more as a flattering male favorite in Orson.

He never complained about such a price, he told me everything was worth it.

One evening, I was spending time in a remote bar. Alicia came to me suddenly. She looked at my bar style in a good mood and smiled uncharacteristically.

"Next month is my birthday. On October 10st, I held a dance in the courtyard. I welcome you to attend."

Ah, time flies too fast. In a blink of an eye, I have been here for almost 8 months.

I asked absent-mindedly: "Oh, your birthday, how old are you?"

Alicia's face quickly darkened, and she said in a strange tone: "Whether you like to go or not, anyway, don't blame me for not reminding you, His Majesty Luo Sihua will also participate."

Rosewater seems to be preoccupied with Grace's second mini-revolt, presumably due to disputes over a one-sided MFN treaty, and tariff coordination has been bumpy.

He held a meeting and replaced the resident envoy, and sent a combat unit to suppress it, which was enough for him to deal with it for a few days anyway.

In short, I haven't seen him since that inexplicable conversation.

Alicia handed the invitation letter to me with a clear face, lowered her voice and asked, "Have you investigated the prophecy I mentioned to you last time?"

I said frankly, "No."

Alicia looked at me irritably: "Eden, it's ridiculous for you to deceive yourself like this."

"Forget it, my life collapsed last time I found out the truth, this time I don't want to overthrow the already messy life."

Alicia's bright lip gloss pursed in displeasure: "So you chose to put all the blame on Luo Sihua. It's his fault for cheating, his fault for aggression, and his fault for being involuntary. In this way, your Will my conscience get better?"

I didn't refute, I couldn't understand Alicia's words at the moment.

"You simply don't understand who he is doing all this against his people!"

I argued: "What do you want me to understand, Roswaal is like this, he never treats me as an independent person who has a right to know the truth, he always acts in the way he thinks is best for me... so you see , we have become the awkward relationship we are now."

Alicia smiled wryly: "It turns out that you are still blaming His Majesty for hiding your life experience back then. Do you think it is not painful for His Majesty to create an illusion by himself?"

I was silent, and Alicia took a sip of the red wine.

"He doesn't want you to laugh all the time, he really wants to stay with you day and night, but he knows better than anyone else that the illusion he created is too fragile and will end sooner or later, all his extravagant hope is that you don't hate him. "

"Eden, you are not worthy of his love at all!"

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After a few days.

I came to the study with a feeling of uneasiness, a bunch of keys in my hand, dripping with sweat, I found the smallest and delicate key, inserted it into the lock, and opened the drawer with a click.

The drawer is divided into three layers, mainly containing the content and taboos of the practice of Aurora magic. The ultimate magic of the holy sword is completely written by Luo Sihua.

Take a look at many of the magics created by Luo Sihua himself. He perfectly combined the Aurora magic and the holy sword. The super attack power of the holy sword and the breadth of the aurora magic itself became the most powerful weapons on the battlefield.

There are too many documents to read, and after reading it, my heart becomes heavier.

I pulled out a stack of papers, the torn papers being carefully preserved by magic.

The title of the dossier is empty, and the thick documents contain three basic prophecies:

First, Orson will face a turning point of the times after 2000, and Orson's golden age is coming.

Second, within 3000 years, the sacred artifact will come to the world again, the international situation of the sacred domain will undergo fundamental changes, and the power camps of the countries in the sacred domain will be re-divided.

Third, the holder of the Holy Shield will die in the war and sleep in the battlefield to protect the country.

……

I froze in place and repeated the last prophecy stiffly.

The holder of the Holy Shield will die in the war and sleep in the battlefield to protect the country.

The holder of the Holy Shield will die in the war, and sleep peacefully on the battlefield to protect the country...

My mind suddenly became a little dizzy.

The handwriting of Xuan Cao outlines a misty reality, and I unfold the paper with trembling hands. The unbelievable content made me lose my mind for a while.

I rummaged through the file frantically, and besides the basic prophecy, it also recorded all kinds of details, including that the two owners of the sacred vessel were inextricably linked from the very beginning, including that they were fateful enemies and lovers.

The man's handwriting became unclear due to the passage of time, and he could vaguely make out the following sentence:

"The direction of the sanctuary is determined by the strong, and the development trajectory of the country is determined by the ruler. A powerful person can control his life and dominate the future, but he cannot escape the cry of his lover.

The sanctuary thrives on love, and it also perishes on love. "

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On October 10st, Orson held a grand celebration to celebrate the high priest’s birthday, and all the people who attended were prominent figures from the upper echelons of Orson. When I arrived at the other courtyard, I was stopped outside for a long time before being allowed in.

The invitation letter reads: The person who least wants to invite but has to invite.

The ballroom inside is brightly lit, and the crystal chandeliers and brilliant lights turn the night into daytime. People have already arrived, their high-heeled shoes are stepping to the beat, and the dancing skirts are flying around.

Luo Sihua was wearing a low-key black dress and tight trousers. Pure black gloves set off his long and beautiful fingers. The neckline was deliberately low, revealing the enchanting collarbone and jade-like neck. A ring was hung on a silver chain around his neck.

Subconsciously, I clasped the ring on my chest in the same way.

Luo Sihua is dancing, casually spinning gracefully to the beat of the waltz, the dance steps are casual and elegant, and the black hair is lazily dancing.

His dancing partner is a pure woman with blond hair and blue eyes, with plump buttocks and a slender waist, her body is soft, her eyes are as soft as a pool of spring water, full of unrestrained admiration.

Luo Sihua suddenly looked back, staring at me with calm eyes for just a second, and then moved back to the beauty's face.

Ever since I learned the truth of the prophecy, I even lost the courage to face him.

In order to prevent Aets from being invaded by other countries, Luo Sihua first eliminated hidden dangers. He launched the war regardless of the public opinion of his own country, in fact, to a large extent to avoid the fulfillment of the prophecy. . .

The complicated feelings in my heart really cannot be explained in a few words.

The waltz was playing ambiguously, I took a glass of wine and walked to the window, and sat down next to today's extraordinarily low-key protagonist.

"Happy birthday."

Alicia deserves to be called a "white rose". The casual makeup allowed her to combine the opposite purity and femininity of women, and the diamond earrings shone in the moonlight.

"After living for so long, who is still in the mood to celebrate their birthday? They just want to use a reason to let the people revel in order to drive the market."

I held the goblet and didn't drink it, and swayed very leisurely: "Yes, Orson's democratic policy is doing very well, at least everyone believes that they have real equality and freedom."

But everyone knows that such a country does not exist.

Alicia looked at the night sky, her eyeshadow was exquisite but could not conceal her loneliness.

I thought for a long time before opening my mouth: "I already know the prophecy you told me."

Alicia tilted her head: "How do you feel?"

I pressed my head and laughed at myself, "I feel a little guilty."

She raised her eyebrows: "don't tell me that's all you feel."

"Of course not. I finally know that Luo Sihua loves me and how important I am in his heart."

Alicia nodded: "At least His Majesty is no longer a pure careerist and cold-blooded in your heart."

"Luo Sihua...do you really believe in the authenticity of the prophecy?"

"Your Majesty is not someone who believes in fate, but when it comes to matters related to you this time, most of His Majesty's judgment will become blind."

Alicia went on to say: "I understand that this is a private matter between you and His Majesty, but I still hope that you can affirm His Majesty's dedication. He loves you, there is nothing to doubt about that."

When I heard this, I became more and more serious, and the music in my ears suddenly changed, and the piano concerto blew out an incomparably beautiful sound.

Luo Sihua was already sitting in front of the piano at this moment, his elegant fingers were flying on the black and white keys, the melody of the concerto was soothing and sad, and he also had an aura of not being close to the living.

I wanted to talk to him, but I didn't know how to speak. I was in a dilemma and walked around the ballroom a few times. I didn't think about it, but I drank a lot of sake.

After some hesitation, I took another strong cocktail and slowly walked up to him: "Why is Your Majesty sitting alone, can I have a chat with you?"

Luo Sihua was a little surprised, stopped the beating keys, quietly left the crowd, found a quiet corner and sat down, leaning on the back of the chair.

I smiled and asked, "Your Majesty, why do you think people pursue love? Why is love so attractive to people?"

Luo Sihua thought for a while and said: "What people pursue is not love itself, but the accessories of love, such as gorgeous dreams, such as sincere pain, such as important people."

I was silent for a moment, but I couldn't help but say: "Some people say that love has a limit, and if a love extends to a certain length, then you can get married and depend on each other for life and death."

The ring around Luo Sihua's neck flashed a few times, and he smiled tenderly and distantly, showing the warmest smile in a long time: "Oh, who said that? I'd rather believe it."

I was also honest and took a big sip of the cocktail: "Of course I said it, I'm glad you agree."

Luo Sihua's movements were stagnant.

"Your Majesty, I have always thought that we are very lucky. We were destined to be enemies, but we became lovers by accident. This is a gift."

He took another sip of the cocktail: "Luo Sihua, I always wonder why we are so painful, why we love so deeply but have to confront each other, but I also understand that no one in love is unhurt, I shouldn't resentment."

My eyelids have been blurred with tears, and I can't see Luo Sihua's expression clearly at the moment.

He just clasped my wrist with his cold fingertips, his voice trembling slightly: "Stop talking, Yier, you're drunk, I'll find someone to take you back to rest."

"Luo Sihua, don't do more for me, thank you, I can't finish the memories you gave me in this life. I will always cherish the most precious memories you gave me, and get through the difficult moments in my life."

Luo Sihua's expression was slightly cold: "You know that what I need is not thanks."

I am silent.

I don't know if you understand that feeling, want to cry but can't cry out, want to hold back but can't go back, so uncomfortable that the corners of the eyes are sore and the hair swells.

Luo Sihua stood up, black hair covered her beautiful face, the scent of poppies blocked my breath, and her slender eyebrows were tightly frowned.

"Yi'er, you are very important in my heart. There is nothing wrong with that. But I am also very rational. Please don't just think that I will change the trajectory of the country for you. Every decision of mine is carefully considered. I will not let personal emotions Affect Orson's interests. I will never forget that I am Orson's emperor."

My eyes were wet, and I desperately suppressed the tears in the corners of my eyes.

I am very important to Luo Sihua, and he said that, shouldn't I be satisfied?

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Writer's words:

There will be another exam in two days, and I can't write more on May Day, sorry!

Happy birthday to mom!