Ah ah ah ah ah-
The boy who rolled around on his big bed with his head in his hands let out a silent scream in his heart.
Super shame! ! !
Shouting so hoarsely from the bottom of his heart, Garlan's mind was full of images of his own shame that made him about to explode not long ago.
At this moment, he desperately wanted to get rid of the scene that made him feel ashamed to death, but the more he wanted to forget, the more that scene kept replaying in his mind and lingering.
Garlan felt that his whole person was about to go bad.
[Since I am a wise man, what I do is a wise move!]
When I think about it now, this sentence is like a second time in the middle of the table-
…
No no no.
Remember what
What's there to remember
I don't want to remember at all!
Garlan rolled himself into the quilt and shrunk into a ball.
He just crouched on the bed, arched his body, and patted his head on the bed.
forget!
Never forget about that!
Don't think about it again!
…
Garlan, who had put his whole body on the bed, tossed it for a while, until he couldn't breathe, and then he showed his head from the quilt.
He knelt down on the bed, the quilt wrapped under his head.
He opened his eyes and stared at the front in a daze. His smooth forehead was a little red when he hit him, and the messy blonde hair was scattered on the quilt when he rolled.
When Tapti came in, he saw that the little prince had wrapped himself in a quilt into a round ball and sat dazedly on the bed. The red mark on his forehead was so cute.
She couldn't help laughing.
She smiled, and Garlan, who was still in a daze, looked at her.
"You are laughing at me."
Without even thinking about it, I decided that Tapti must be laughing at his declaration of chuuniu shame not long ago, Garlan said resentfully.
He pursed his lips, looking a little aggrieved.
Really laughed.
was laughed at.
Laughed by Tapti.
This incident will definitely become his own black history and be laughed at for the rest of his life.
Garlan, who was both ashamed and wronged, was very dissatisfied.
Actually, he didn't know.
For the words of the Chief Secretary, he could have dealt with them in a more formal way.
For example, he can say with justice and awe that he will not be shaken by the so-called vanity, that he will not be bound by fame, and will only act according to his heart.
For another example, he can justly say that if in order to maintain the reputation of being wise, he has to go against his original intentions and ignore the grievances of those close to him for the reason of avoiding suspicion, then he would rather not have this reputation.
No matter which way of coping and answering, it is much more normal than it is now.
However, the key is that the other party is the chief secretary.
That is a powerful minister who has been up and down for many years.
All sorts of specious, trapping language is this man's most powerful weapon.
If he were to confront him verbally in a normal way, Gallan knew that it would be like an egg hitting a stone, and he would only be defeated.
He couldn't possibly speak to the Chief Secretary.
If he wants to block the chief director in the dialogue, he must take a slanted sword.
Therefore, at that time, he said the kind of words that broke the table twice.
…
Well, although it is humiliating, the effect is indeed more powerful than expected.
As soon as those words came out, everyone present was stunned.
The chief secretary was even more stunned and speechless for a long time.
Probably these dignitaries who are accustomed to half-hearted and half-hearted words have never seen such straightforward words in their lives, and the straightforwardness made all of them speechless, unable to speak for a while.
Everyone was a little confused for a while.
The chief secretary said that everyone thinks you are a wise person, and everyone says that you are fair and wise in dealing with things.
So Prince Gallan didn't even shirk, and with a little humility, he bluntly admitted that he was a wise man.
He even said that what I did was wise behavior.
That is to say, those who oppose him are all against the wise, and they are all bad people, right
How can you make people object to this
No wonder Prince Gallan is favored by King Camos.
Someone said so emotionally in their hearts.
This level of narcissism is exactly the same as that of King Camos.
And what Piansheng said was said by the chief secretary himself, and he couldn't go back on his word, saying that what he said didn't count.
It's even less possible for him to be stupid enough to say, "Prince, it's shameless for you to admit it like this, it's not right."
So, in the end, he could only resign himself aggrievedly.
In this discussion, the conviction of Prince Heimos ended without a hitch and was temporarily delayed.
But having suffered such a big loss, this chief director, who is used to being in a high position and speaking out, is absolutely unhappy.
Therefore, after the meeting, he and You Sixiang walked together.
Under King Aaron Landis, there are three camps.
Civil servants, generals, and priests.
Among the civil servants, headed by the left and right ministers, and further down are the chief ministers and many other official positions.
Now the left and right ministers are very old, especially the left minister's health is already very poor, and he has been recuperating at home for more than a year, which is useless. There are rumors that in the next two years, King Camos will let him resign and go home.
While the Minister of Right is still in power, he is also very old.
Perhaps because of his age, he has become more and more low-key recently.
If the Chief Secretary used to be a little afraid of the Minister of the Right, now, seeing this man squinting and dozing off when he was in the courtroom, he gradually despised him.
But no matter what, the Secretary is also the head of the civil service, and the Chief Secretary maintains the necessary respect for him on the surface.
He followed You Sixiang, one step slower.
The two walked slowly and chatted while chatting for a while. After a while, the chief director slowly turned the topic to Garlan.
"Master Si Xiang, in the discussion today, what Prince Garlan said seems a little inappropriate."
"Hahaha, it's understandable to be young and energetic."
The elderly You Sixiang still squinted as if he would fall asleep at any time, and said with a snort.
The chief of staff shook his head in disapproval.
"Young people also need to learn to be humble."
"Prince is still young, young people are full of anger, we old people should understand."
The right secretary said haha just not answering the words of the chief secretary.
The Chief Secretary was angry, paused for a while, and continued to speak again.
"However, if this continues, the prince may develop a arrogant and arrogant temperament, then..." He said with a worried look, "Should we tell the king and pay attention to Gal? Prince Lan's teaching?"
"Director, you're wrong. The prince is a young man, what's the point of being as mature and serious as us old guys?"
You Sixiang squinted his small eyes and looked at the chief director, and said with a smile,
"Be arrogant, be arrogant, young man, you should be vigorous and reckless. Moreover, as the prince of our Aaron Landis, you should be more arrogant. That's good."
Having said that, he stopped.
The chief secretary also stopped.
You Si smiled at him and said, "Look, I'm getting old, and I'm tired after walking so much, so I'll go back to rest first."
After he finished speaking, he didn't wait for the chief director to speak, he turned around and walked away.
Obviously, he is unwilling to continue talking with the Chief Secretary on this matter.
The chief director watched the old figure gradually go away, his eyes were a little cold, but his face was not at all obvious.
Now is a critical period for him to plan to assume the position of the left secretary, and in this process, the opinion of the right secretary is very important.
If the right side is opposed to the normal state of thin mud, and he firmly opposes this matter, it will be difficult for him to ascend.
So, until then, this old guy can never be offended.
However, after he succeeded in becoming Minister of Zuo... Hmph, he doesn't need to continue to accommodate this old guy.
He'll be fine for a while longer.
The Chief Secretary thought to himself.
And the Prince of Gallan, who is really young and ignorant, he has to find a way to make him obedient.
…
"Prince Garland! I heard!"
The little fat man ran over excitedly, staring at Garlan with both eyes.
The gossip has long been circulating in the palace.
Tarr, who is known as a gossip collector, will not be left behind. He soon heard about the so-called 'Prince Gallan's great power in the council, making many ministers, nobles and generals speechless'.
"Prince Prince, what was the scene like at the time? I couldn't go, it's really a pity that I couldn't see that scene, I really want to see it with my own eyes—"
"Enough, Tarr, don't mention that again."
The corners of Garland's mouth couldn't help but twitch.
enough.
Don't remind him any more.
He didn't want to think about it at all, did he
The little fat man blinked. He didn't quite understand why the prince didn't want to mention his great power. If it were him, there would be something to be proud of, and he would have been bragging to others.
But even if he didn't understand, Tarr always obeyed the prince's words unconditionally.
So, after he snorted, he obediently changed the subject.
He looked left and right, and after making sure that no one nearby could overhear the conversation between him and the prince, he moved closer to Garlan.
"Prince..."
He was probably guilty of being a thief. Even if there was no one around, he subconsciously lowered his voice.
"Didn't I say it? Prince Heimos will bring you a lot of trouble in the future... You don't really need to worry about him this time, so that in the future, you will be able to ascend the throne smoothly... "
"Are you stupid?"
Garlan interrupted Tarr angrily.
He said, "Do you think Huymos would be the kind of person who would honestly accept his fate and let others be wronged?"
Tal choked.
"… no."
"If no one helped him, and he was really wronged and charged with trumped-up charges, have you ever thought about what he would do with Heimos' character?"
"… "
The little fat man shivered.
"No, I don't dare to think about it."
He stammered a little when he spoke, and even if it was just a brain supplement, he didn't dare to think about what terrible things Prince Heimos would do.
With such a turn in his mind, Tarlton suddenly realized.
He looked up and stared at Garlan.
"Prince, you are so wise! How can I not think of it?"
He immediately flattered unceremoniously.
"You are so right, we will help Prince Heimos to clear his name no matter what!"
"Okay, that's it. It's late, I'm going to rest, you go."
"Okay, Your Highness, rest well~~"
After talking with a smile, the little fat man ran away in a hurry.
In order to avoid entanglement with Tarr, Garlan, who had just fooled Tarr and sent him away with an excuse he just came up with, heaved a sigh of relief.
However, thinking about it carefully, his reason for holding back to deal with Tarr seems to be quite reasonable.
Heimos is definitely not the kind of person who will obey obediently. If he doesn't stand up to help him this time... Maybe Heimos will cause more trouble in the future.
While thinking so, Garlan changed into loose sleeping clothes and climbed into the bed.
Lying on the bed, a sudden breeze blew, and he subconsciously turned his head to look over.
I saw a window on one side open, and through the window, I could see the starry sky outside.
The sound of running water came over in the silent night, and the stone statue of the star goddess Isdar stood quietly under the night sky.
He lay on the bed and opened his eyes, watching the shallow starlight fall on the gentle-faced stone statue of the goddess, making it seem like it was glowing.
Below the stone statue, the fountain scatters countless fine water droplets in the night sky.
Garlan slowly closed his eyes in the faint sound of splashing water and fell asleep.
…
Familiar Chambers…
Those who are still familiar...
The boy sat quietly on the obsidian seat, his eyes lowered slightly, and his lips pursed.
Amidst the voices of the crowd, he sat there quietly, not saying a word.
He kept his mouth shut.
… the only chance to take the throne…
In the silence of the young man, a blue-haired priest of the night god suddenly came out.
…
The blue-haired priest leaned slightly and said something to his master.
In the dark dungeon, the black-haired youth sat on the ground with his knees bent.
He sat quietly, looking calm.
It's just that the light in those golden-red eyes gradually settled down with the words of the blue-haired priest, as if being swallowed up by something invisible.
He was silent, his thin lips pressed into blade-like traces.
…
Suddenly, everything disappeared and the whole world went dark.
Can't see anything.
Nothing at all.
Then, I don't know how long it took, maybe a long time later, the dark world slowly lit up again...
…
In the dimly lit room, only the skylight on the high roof was open.
Fragments of silver-white moonlight fell on the snow-white bed.
Under the moonlight, a slender arm stretched out on the bed.
It's tight.
The fingers were trembling, almost convulsively clenching the sheets.
The moonlight fell on the taut wrist, causing a circle of gold chains on the wrist to reflect golden light.
The pure gold color against the fair skin makes people unable to look away.
On the stretched arm, the skin was covered with a thin layer of sweat, slightly red, with a little water sheen, reflecting the moonlight, the fair skin seemed to be translucent, and because the arm was too tight, it gave people a sense of An extremely fragile and unspeakable beauty that seems to be broken in the next second.
Then, the white arm was covered.
It was followed by a brown arm that was obviously thicker than it, covering it completely.
As if he was not allowed to escape, the big brown hand slowly slid down the white arm, and then clasped the white wrist tightly.
Brown fingers intertwined with golden chains, clasping the white wrists in his hands.
The blond hair wet with sweat was pushed aside and scattered to one side on the snow-white bed.
The slender back of the neck, which was slightly pink, was exposed.
There was a thin layer of sweat on the pink back of the neck, and a drop of sweat could be seen slipping down the side of the neck.
A little petal-like dark red mark is very conspicuous on the skin of the back of the neck.
Suddenly, a very slight sobbing sound, as if trying to suppress it, sounded in the room.
The white fingers clenched the sheet tightly at this moment, and the clasped fingertips seemed to indicate that he was suffering some indescribable pain.
The thin golden chain dangled from the wrist, along the edge of the bed, and fell to the ground.
It also extended on the ground for a long time, and finally it was completely submerged into the stone wall, and it was tightly sewn together with the wall and merged into one.
…
"Unlock it..."
The voice became extremely hoarse because of the long-term screaming, as if the voice was hoarse, and it was barely able to make a sound.
As if exhausted to the extreme, there was still a little residual sobbing.
"Untie... I won't run away..."
long silence.
After a long time, the blond man who was sitting on the edge of the bed and gently stroked the blond man on the bed moved.
He leaned down and held the hand that was now soft and feeble.
Gold chains dangled from white wrists.
"I once put my trust in your hands."
A low voice sounded in the dark room.
"You lost it yourself."
The man bows his head.
The scattered black hair blocked his eyes, making it difficult to see the look in his eyes at the moment.
He kissed the hand wrapped in the gold chain.
That movement is extremely gentle, as if with infinite pity.
But his words were the opposite of icy cold.
"So, there is no second time."
He said, "I won't trust you again, Garland."
…
…
In the dark night, the boy who was sleeping on the bed suddenly opened his eyes and woke up.
As he sat up and gasped for breath, a ray of light fell on his face. He turned his head subconsciously and found that it was the moonlight refracted from the huge moonstone between the eyebrows of the star goddess Isdar stone statue outside the window.
Dream
But why is it so real
Just like the sea of fire around Heimos that he dreamed of when he was a child, and the death of Opada, the son of General Tasda not long ago...
But there seems to be something different.
Because this dream is not a memory of previous lives, but more like... a future that may happen in this life...
Garlan stared at the stone statue of the goddess in the outer courtyard in a trance.
Isdar, goddess of the stars.
goddess of fate.
When the thread of fate in her hands is plucked, the future will also change.
…
If at that time, he hadn't stood up and remained silent...
If at that time, because of selfishness, he finally chose to turn his back on Heimos...
This dream of his... is actually a kind of prediction of the future
…
but…
Garland clenched his fists.
It was too late!
Everything has passed and I have made a choice, so what's the use of letting me have this dream? !
and…
Under the moonlight, the blond boy blushed, and even the roots of his ears were flushed.
At this moment, he felt that his whole body was about to burn.
Even if it was a precognition dream—
Is it necessary to dream the details of that aspect so clearly, even the senses so clearly—
…
Heimos you bastard! rogue!