[Day and Black] True dragons are not afraid of flames

The green flames rose up in an instant, drowning the cherry blossom saplings planted around, and burning up the tower along the gardener's arrangement.The temperature around him rose instantly, and the magical ice crystal statue left behind by Tong Mo turned into steam and dissipated instantly.

The heat was blowing in, Yan Sheng leaned against the window.Thanks to Ghost Mai Tsuji, he has seen and personally ignited as many wildfires as ordinary people have in a few lifetimes in the past year.

How will future generations evaluate Ji Guo Yan Sheng?Kinslayer, the only eldest son not on the Iron Throne, a cruel crown prince who loves to burn people to death?But even the status of heir has been stripped away.For a moment, Yan Sheng hoped that those recorders would know that he walked into the flames to incubate dragon eggs, instead of having hallucinations and pouring wild fire into In his stomach, he burned himself to death, thinking he was a real dragon.

But they probably don't make any difference.The clan uncle thought he was a dragon, but he saw himself as the unique sun in the prophecy.

The tongue of fire rushed up the window lattice, the purple curtains were ignited, and the carpet was instantly engulfed in green flames. He walked to the bed and hugged the dragon egg tightly again.After a while, the big bed was burnt to the point that not even ashes remained.In the room, there were no traces of human habitation left, the traces left by Yuanyi and his mother, and the traces of shame left by him and Yuanyi.At this moment, there are only charred black stones, and he and the dragon egg are being roasted.

It was hot, but not unbearable.The flame left faint traces on his body, and coated the dragon egg with a beautiful golden-green film, but it didn't really hurt him or the dragon egg.

Perhaps the heaven really gave him some pity, and distributed him some of the miracles left by Ji Guoyuan.Yan Sheng raised his hands, put the dragon egg in front of his legs, clasped his hands together, and made a prayer gesture.He had never believed in fate, and he had never believed that prayer could bring happiness.But at this moment, he has nothing to think about except praying to the gods.

Mortals are invincible against miracles.

The Imperial Guard who was standing guard for his father was named Komaji, and he was Wu Mi's subordinate, so he would not make a sound to drive him away, revealing his whereabouts.

"They're discussing the victory celebration banquet in the northern border." Komaji said in a low voice.

Yan Sheng nodded, indicating that the imperial guards do not need to speak, while he hid in front of the flower window in his father's study, carefully hiding his body so as not to be discovered.

"This celebration banquet. I will prepare new dresses and attendants for you." His father's voice came to his ears, and Yan Sheng could hear that his father was very sober now, and he was not going crazy to beat him and his mother, "You usually Informality, but there is an important announcement that day, and you need to execute it meticulously."

"What's important, father?" Yuanyi's voice was still flat, without joy or excitement.

"I will announce that you are the heir to the Iron Throne," said Father.

Yan Sheng froze. In fact, he had already thought about this day, but when he heard it with his own ears, he was always disappointed.

"Why me?" Yuan Yi seemed to have never thought about it, "I am ready to be the wife of my elder brother, and I have been preparing for this since I was a child."

"Yuanyi, have you heard... the story of the first generation of conquerors?" the father suddenly said.

"I once heard something from my brother."

As soon as Yuan lowered his head, Yan Sheng knew that under the long silver hair, his younger brother's face must be uninterested.Yuan is not interested in the glory of the dragon and the family, and those legends are not as interesting as the childish games that he occasionally accompany him to pass the time.

"The first-generation Conqueror and his sisters are powerful dragon knights capable of fighting everywhere. She loves the Conqueror passionately, and will not weaken and die because of childbirth, and will not be willing to be imprisoned in a high tower just because of a child. She Even laying down two or three kingdoms for him, riding on a silver-white dragon, was once a nightmare for the Seven Kingdoms."

"I had hoped for such great feats, such a queen...but it was all in vain," said my father. "She was too weak...and the dragon never hatched again."

"Yuanyi, I made a mistake." He heard the Mad King curl up on the Iron Throne in pain, coughing and talking to his younger brother, it was difficult but full of expectation.

"From the very beginning... I should have chosen you." The Mad King said, "Let Yan Sheng be your wife."

"No, I think elder brother is a more suitable king, he will be as great as prophesied." Yuan Yi raised his head straight, refuting his father's words.

He held the sword hilt tightly for a while, Yuanyi refused to listen to the advice, and contradicted his father. When his father was awake, he was fine, but when he was crazy, he didn't know what he would do, just like what he encountered when he was a child——

However, his father's voice was unusually calm. It turned out that even a lunatic would not want to hurt Yuanyi.

"...If it was Yan Sheng, he would just lower his head and say that I made the right choice. This is why I chose you."

He was stunned.

"But my elder brother is more proficient in handling government affairs than I am." Yuan Yi hesitated, "He remembers the situation of every important region, and can even memorize the genealogy of nearly three generations of all the great vassals of the Seven Kingdoms."

It's too ironic.All the efforts I have made to ascend to the Iron Throne... Everything that the seven kingdoms have been crowned kings, the courtiers of the parliament, and the people of King's Landing have completely forgotten, in the end, only the fate of easily defeating him is remembered.How would father respond?Is he the firstborn of mortals who has forgotten himself, or just doesn't care?

The study fell into silence, and his father didn't answer Yuanyi immediately. Just when Yan Sheng felt that the silence was almost driving him crazy, his father spoke.

"These things can be done as a queen or as a vassal." Father said. "However, the real dragon chosen in the prophecy... the king who can make the dragon egg respond, enough to shock the Seven Kingdoms, and never obey anyone... is unique."

"unique."

The hand gripping the hilt of the sword lost strength, and suddenly there was no sound in his ears. The next words between Yuanyi and his father seemed to be soaked in water, or uttered on the distant street of King's Landing, far away. Noisy, can't hear clearly.Only these four words are as obstinate as church bells at midnight to disturb one's sane dreams.

A hot stream suddenly flashed across his face, Komaji looked at his face in astonishment, Yan Sheng reached out to touch it, and found that his hand was full of blood, and the warm nosebleed was still falling drop by drop on the stone steps because of jealousy.

"Are you okay?" Komaji asked in a low voice, frantically looking for a handkerchief in the gaps in the armor, but before the Kingsguard could find it, the Mad King's eldest son was already clutching his nose, losing face and fleeing.

Paperwork, knowledge, government affairs... He once thought that if he worked hard on the subtleties that Yuanyi didn't care about, he could gain his father's approval again and be qualified to own the Iron Throne.But even if ordinary people's mediocre skills are honed to the extreme, they are nothing under the miracle.The younger brother, who is loved by the gods, only needs to smile slightly and hold the dragon egg to gain the approval of the ancient creatures and the love of his subjects.Not to mention that his younger brother's gesture of wielding a sword in the martial arts arena and on the battlefield is enough to make all the martial arts practitioners of the Seven Kingdoms feel ashamed.

How ugly he struggled.A crawling chase, meaningless.In the end, there is only Yuanyi, his end, to remember everything about him with the attitude of the sun sympathizing with all things, and to remember that he is a powerful elder brother.After the banquet, even that will cease to exist.

No, Yan Sheng stopped suddenly, and there was one more person.

"I think you have stronger decision-making power, and you are the qualified heir to the Iron Throne." Ghost Mai Tsuji said to him with a smile.

He didn't think that Wu Mi really wanted to help him, and he didn't even think that this sentence was completely true.Wu Mi is using Ji Guo Yan Sheng to deceive him into trusting him so that he can get back everything that was taken away by him.But only children tell utterly false lies.As long as half of that sentence is true, as long as half of it is true...

He will make up his mind to let the fire warlock overturn the unsolvable game that has been disrupted by Yuan Yi.

Any means will do.

Mortals are invincible against miracles.

So he needs to create more and bigger miracles than Yuanyi, a miracle as radiant as the sun.In order to have the qualification to compete with each other one by one.

Yuanyi.Yuanyi is so powerful that he never fears the teasing of fate.Yan Sheng once wondered if he and his younger brother's status were reversed at the beginning, whether he could also have the possibility of reversing their status.the answer is negative.He will lose everything because of his delayed birth, be completely overwhelmed by Yuanyi's light, complain about others, and be jealous.Or they worship the sun willingly, and even think it is a great honor to give birth to him, and they have fallen into the current situation insensitively.But Yuan Yi was different, he disrupted the game of fate with a sword of fire, causing all the cards in his hand to be rearranged for him.

Beautiful and powerful, overwhelming power.What he desires, what he pursues.

The flames were still burning, and his skin began to tingle, but the dragon egg was like a large piece of molten porcelain, dazzling but unresponsive.What is wrong?What did Yuanyi do at that time?

Yan Sheng forced himself to think about all the possible answers from the ancient documents and the clues in the banquet hall, and finally bit his finger, blood dripped down, seeped into the surface of the black thorny dragon egg, and disappeared without a trace.But the dragon egg still didn't respond.

Still not enough blood?The steel sword named Yuehua couldn't withstand the high temperature of the wildfire, so he had no choice but to bite the wound bigger.There must be something that Yuanyi didn't tell him, his younger brother never wanted him to hatch dragon eggs, and was even a bit taboo about it.Did the Son of God already think of today when he was hiding his secrets?

Time was passing, the wound did not lose much blood, far less than the previous wound on the battlefield, but Yan Sheng felt dizzy, is it the flame?He looked down, and the feet closer to the wildfire had been ashes, as if covered with a layer of burnt charcoal.

True dragons are not afraid of fire, the answer is already obvious.

Only Ji Guoyuan has the real dragon blood.God was stingy in granting him miracles.The last benevolence of the Seven Gods was to slightly delay the time for the lunatic to burn himself to ashes, and to isolate a little pain.He should have thought of this answer long ago, should have understood, from the very beginning when Yuan Yi swung the sword at him, he knew that they were fundamentally different.

However, Yan Sheng knelt on the ground, still holding the dragon egg tightly.The arms holding the dragon egg quickly faded away, and he could clearly feel that they were losing contact with his body, as if they were being pulled away.In a moment his hands would hold nothing more, and before the towers fell, they would crumble into ashes and dissipate.

He will be reduced to ashes and dissipated.

In the end he still failed to do anything.Heir, warrior, brother, son, father, none of them succeeded.

Neither father nor mother chose him.The fetus carrying prophecies and curses in his womb will dissipate in the wildfire with him. He may be as crazy as himself, or he may inherit the pure and noble blood of the Son of God, and will make a remarkable career.But because of his madness and obsession, this child has no future.

Even his brother was doing badly.The gift he had been giving his brother over the years was wildfire, suffocating jealousy, vicious attacks and hurts.The only decent one is probably the Dragon Horn that carried the meaning of showing power in childhood.He lied to Yuan that the horn could protect him, and his powerful younger brother didn't need protection, and he never blew it. Perhaps Yuan had long ago regarded the dim horn as a boring toy, and threw it somewhere.

Dragonhorn, behold.The young Ji Guo Yan Sheng thought about it.That's something I ordered people to build and reward you casually.But there are many moving legends, shining with the brilliance of magic.A precious and random gift that only I can give you.

The younger brother accepted it ignorantly, but he didn't show envy, which didn't make his naturally vicious and crazy heart feel happy.

"Just blow it and the dragon will help you," he promised grandiosely.

Yuan Yi was indifferent.He was a little disappointed and wanted to give up.But the first gift given to others in life must always make his younger brother happy, so as not to count him as a failure.

"...Even if the dragon doesn't come, my brother will definitely come to save you."

There was a reaction to this sentence, Yuanyi smiled at him.It wasn't the dazed and indifferent look that he had when he was a child, nor was it the shallow smile that looked like a god overlooking the earth later on.That smile is very warm.He suddenly remembered that it was the same expression as Yuan Yi showed when he parted.It was a simple and joyful smile that any ordinary child would have.

It would be nice to see it again.

Ashes enveloped his body, bypassing those flame patterns, and gradually made Yan Sheng unconscious.

What on earth was I born for?He thought in a trance, why did I not do anything in the end?

The green flame was burning white, and at the end of the white light, little Yuanyi sat under the cherry blossom tree, dangling his feet, talking to someone.Yuan Yi is so close to him, it seems like a distance that can be reached in one step.But his feet could no longer be lifted, and he could even feel his limbs slowly turning into dust and floating away.

"What about my brother's dream? Is it to become a great king who hatches a real dragon?" said the child favored by the gods.

"Then I will be my brother's strongest Kingsguard, so that we can always be together."

No, this is not my dream.

Obviously I have given up everything, as long as I chase the light of the sun, as long as I reach the place where you are, it is enough. I don't want anything extravagantly anymore, why can't I reach it in the end?

He reached out to the light.

...Answer me, Enichi.

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