Aztec Eternals

The setting sun is a magnificent spectacle, an old life, an unknown destiny, and it can also be a beautiful encounter in the near future.

Shulot looked up at the Great Temple. He could not see clearly the statues in the temple, nor the palace behind the temple, nor the immortal sun, Trakaelel.

His mood has calmed down. Years of arduous warrior training and the life-and-death trials of fighting on the battlefield have made his mind strong enough, self-control enough, and courageous enough to face all difficulties and dangers.

He had no way of understanding the conversation just now. He just saw an old man with a kind face and a kind face, with a smile that made people feel like a spring breeze, striding towards this side.

The old man was about fifty years old, wearing a noble obsidian crown, wearing an exquisite top sacrificial robe, and holding a wooden scepter in one hand. He is quite tall, but the clothes are loose, covering his figure and hiding everything in his arms.

Shulot noticed that Avette's eyebrows were slightly frowned, and he was staring at the approaching old man with indifferent and chilling eyes.

The old man was all smiles, and strode towards Wang Qi. Then, respectfully, he bowed his head deeply to Avette.

"Your Highness who is respectful and skilled in battle, the future god-born king! I, Chief Priest Kechar, salute you respectfully. And under the witness of the Sun God, I offer the unchanging loyalty of the Priests of the Great Temple!"

As he spoke, Kechar knelt down on one knee without hesitation, and took off the divine crown on his head, revealing his gray hair. Then he bowed his head deeply and handed his hair to Avit.

This is the etiquette for ordinary nobles to swear allegiance to the king! Putting it on the supreme chief priest of the alliance is an absolute homage.

Avette was slightly moved, and then his eyes turned cold again. He looked coldly at the high priest kneeling in front of him, without saying a word.

The scene was silent for a while, and Shulot silently looked at this old man who was similar in age and status to his grandfather, feeling extremely vigilant. His grandfather once told him that in the royal capital, the person he needs to be most wary of is Kechar. It seems that there is harmony between the two major priesthoods of the alliance, but in fact there is a turbulent undercurrent.

After a while, Gilliam coughed lightly. He took two steps forward, walked out from behind Avit, saluted Kechar solemnly, and then paid respects with the same salute. Afterwards, he stood up and helped the chief priest up on behalf of Avit.

Kechar raised his head, with the usual kind smile on his face. He then saluted Gilliam, who returned the salute meticulously. Then he turned slightly, faced Shulot, and quickly looked up and down. Seeing the young man's heroism, his smile became more and more affectionate. Then, the chief priest even lowered his head slightly, and bowed to Shulot as well.

Shulot was a little surprised. He recalled Gilliam's action just now, so he simply returned the salute.

Only then did Avit speak, spit out cold words.

"Kechar, what are you doing here?"

"I am speaking on behalf of the immortal elder." Kechar nodded slightly to Shulot, then turned to Avit, and said with a smile. "Congratulations, Your Highness! The elder invites you to meet tomorrow morning. Then proceed to the coronation ceremony as soon as possible! Soon, you will be the seventh-generation master of the capital in the lake and the fifth-generation king of the alliance!"

"Congratulations to the king!" Gilliam also smiled and congratulated Avit.

Only then did Avette's face melt a little. But still did not speak.

"Your Highness, the former king's palace is already vacant, why don't I guide you to move in?"

Kechar suggested with a smile, his face was sincere and kind.

Avit shook his head, and then said: "There is no need to be in a hurry. Tonight, I will go back to the Montezuma Palace inherited by my mother, and I will come to see the immortal elder tomorrow morning!"

"Follow your will! My king." Kechar bowed his head respectfully, then whispered. "Tonight, please allow me to pay you a visit and present you with a gift to prove my loyalty."

Avit stared slightly. He didn't nod or object, just silent for a moment and waved goodbye.

Kechar saluted again, bowed his head and sent Avet away respectfully. His gaze stayed on the back of Xiulot, with a more gentle smile on his face.

Shulot followed Avit to the Montezuma Palace in the palace area on the west side of the temple area. This is the palace where the great Montezuma I lived and has a glorious historical memory.

Looking at the palace in the distance, Xiulot had no time to observe the shape and scale of the palace. Suddenly, there was a commotion in his heart, like plucked strings, vibrating non-stop. He just remembered that when he arrived at Avit's house, he would be able to meet his fiancée, a girl who was only twelve years old, Alyssa.

Although, in this era where the average age is only in the twenties, girls generally mature prematurely. There are many civilians who marry and have children between the ages of twelve and fourteen. But for the great nobles, the daughters at this age are just the sharp corners of Xiaohe, who are the flower buds that are cared for at home, and will not be known to outsiders.

Shulot knew nothing about Alyssa. He spent countless days and nights thinking about it, imagining his future wife. In my heart, I have made all preparations to tolerate everything about the other party, regardless of beauty or ugliness, regardless of personality, regardless of hobbies, and fulfill the responsibility of a husband.

Shulot once asked the family's warrior chief Stanley, but Stanley shook his head and said nothing, just sighed softly. He didn't like to tell Shulot, you silly hummingbird is lucky to be able to stay on the most beautiful flower in the royal family!

Now, as the palace was approaching, Xiulot felt apprehensive, jumping up and down, and even his palms were slightly sweaty. The late autumn sunset shone on him, making him feel hot all over.

It seemed like a moment, and it seemed like a long time. Before the sun set, Wang Qi came outside the palace. Under Stanley's command, the family warriors spread out skillfully. The light blue wooden door opened slightly, and Avitt couldn't restrain the excitement in his heart, and strode forward, walking like the wind. There have been servants to deliver the news.

Shulot hurriedly changed his clothes. After a distance, he followed nervously, looking around from time to time, like a thief entering a house for the first time.

"Alyssa!" Avet's excited shout finally came from the front.

The boy trembled all over, and looked forward with concern, but only saw Avette's broad back, and a hug with his head bowed.

"Father!" A crisp and sweet voice came to Xiulot's ears like a silver bell, and then jumped in his heart.

The boy hurriedly quickened his pace and approached Avitt.

Avit hugged his beloved daughter tightly, but he didn't dare to use too much force. He seemed to be taking care of flowers, for fear of hurting even the slightest bit. He smiled contentedly, showing a gentle gesture he had never had before. In his arms, his daughter's sweet call sounded. On his chest was the soft cheek of his daughter against her. All of this melted the ice in his heart.

I haven't seen her for a full year and seven months, but she seems to have grown a little taller, reaching her own chest. Looking at her daughter's eyebrows and eyes, they have grown a lot, like a beautiful lotus emerging from water. Vaguely, not only has the soft beauty of the dead wife, um, but also inherited his own refined charm, like a person in heaven.

Alas, in the future, I don't know which one will be cheaper. Thinking of this, Avit turned his head suddenly and glared at the stupid eagle beside him.

Shulot is probing, wanting to take a closer look at the exquisite girl in Avette's arms, why not use a big hand as fast as lightning, pinch the cheek that came to the door with incomparable precision, and squeeze it hard.

The boy jumped in pain, but this time, in front of the girl, he couldn't shout out no matter what.

"Father?" Soon, the clear spring-like voice was like the sound of nature, calming Avette's unprovoked anger in time, and flowing into the young man's heart.

Avit froze, and opened his hand lightly. He turned his head and smiled at his daughter Sunshine. Then he put his daughter's shoulders on his shoulders and paused for a few seconds. Then he gritted his teeth and turned sideways, revealing a pure girl.

This is the young man Shulot, seeing the young girl Alyssa for the first time. The two looked at each other, half a meter apart.

What a beautiful girl that is! She has morning star-like eyes, curved eyebrows, a delicate nose, small cherry lips, natural rosy blush, and a pure and gentle smile. There was a bit of cunning and cuteness in that smile, which bloomed on the pretty little face, and also bloomed in the heart of the young man.

Eyebrows are picturesque and dai, but at the beginning, it is the person in the painting. At this time, innocent and beautiful, the future will fascinate all beings.

The boy held his breath for an instant, and couldn't help leaning closer. The person in front of me has soft facial lines, the characteristic fine hair of a young girl, and shoulder-length black long hair. He is dressed in white clothes that are more snowy, showing a delicate and soft figure, and is as soft as the clouds in the sky. amiable.

"Cough." A pair of big hands stretched out in time, separating the two of them. Arvette glared at Shulot. After thinking about it, he sighed again.

"Let's chat for a while. I still have something to do." After finishing speaking, Avet turned around with difficulty and went to the main hall where the meeting was held.

The boy looked at the girl. Slowly, gently, and from the bottom of his heart, he spread a smile on his face.

"Well, who are you? Hey, it smells like the sun," the girl opened her eyes wide and looked curiously at the boy in front of her. Then she poked her head slightly and sniffed the boy's neck.

"I'm Shulot." Looking at the pretty cheeks so close to him, and smelling the faint scent of his body, the young man who had been through battles suddenly felt a little dry in his mouth.

When he entered the palace just now, the boy changed into a long robe that had been dried. His body is under the sun, the imprint of training. The sunshine is engraved on his body, and it is also engraved on his heart at this moment.

"Well, this seems to be the name of a god? Then, I am Alyssa, the elf among the clouds." The girl smiled, and the morning star shone with a gentle smile, scattered in the boy's eyes, making everything smile Pale.

"Alyssa. So beautiful." The young man murmured. "You are the elf of the flower, the elf of the butterfly, the elf of the wind, and the elf of the cloud. You are also my elf."

"Then, why are you here?" The girl stood on tiptoe, her bright eyes flashed, and she stared at the boy brilliantly. A gust of wind blew past, blowing away the girl's long hair and messing up the boy's thoughts.

The boy felt the sprout in his heart, burning his chest. The starlight sprinkled the heart, bred crystal seeds, but it was so soft to the touch.

"Because I am the one who protects you." The boy subconsciously stretched out his hand, trying to catch the elf in front of him.

The girl smiled lightly. She spun and turned around, her long hair gently swept across the young man's cheeks, avoiding the young man's slightly firm palm. He sniffed gently, it was the fragrance of flowers.

"But, I already have someone to protect me. I have my father!" The girl smiled slyly, and then jumped back lightly.

"That's different!" The young man walked vigorously and hurriedly chased after the elves of clouds and flowers.

"Well, why is it different?" The girl frowned slightly, she stopped her brisk steps, tilted her head, and looked at the boy innocently.

"Because.Because because he can only accompany you to the beginning, but I can accompany you to the end." The young man stammered to explain, but finally managed to squeeze out such a sentence. He immediately straightened his chest, put his hands on his heart and swore, and looked at the girl firmly.

"Finally?" The girl blinked, a little confused and at a loss. "What is the end of the world?"

"It means that everyone leaves and goes to the Kingdom of God." The young man carefully considered his words, for fear of hurting the person in front of him.

"I don't want it! I don't want my father to go to the Kingdom of God! I want my mother to come back!" The girl pursed her lips, wrinkled her nose sadly, and her eyes gradually became brighter.

Seeing the sad flowers, the boy's heart was instantly shattered. He stretched out his hand and grabbed the girl vigorously, trying to pass his strength to her. Her palm was so delicate and soft, the boy didn't dare to use any more force, and instead put the other hand on it, gently holding that tenderness.

"Don't cry. It will take a long time. And there is me." The boy approached the girl, wanting to kiss away the tears in her eyes.

The girl half-turned to avoid it. She wiped away her tears with the back of her slender hand, and then looked at the boy seriously.

"I will go to the Kingdom of God. Will you also go to the Kingdom of God?"

The boy was stunned for a moment, then nodded seriously. "I will go. I will be with you and accompany you until the end!" He promised in his heart: "If there is a kingdom of God, I will go there eventually."

The girl then grinned. Her eyes are curved, like beautiful crescent moons. The crescent moon also fell into the boy's heart.

Soon, she wrinkled her lovely nose again and shook her head. "Well, you scare people, you are a bad brother!"

"Well, let me sing!" The girl exerted a little force, and pulled her small and smooth hand out of the boy's hand, and then it flew away like a butterfly in the wind.

"I want to be a flower, hold the beautiful starlight, and give the fragrance of the flower to the butterfly.

I want to be a butterfly, entwined with the gentle fragrance of flowers, leaving the dance in the wind.

I want to be a breeze, blowing the wings of butterflies, and drawing patterns on the clouds.

I will be a cloud, wrapped in the gentle wind and covering the eyes of the stars.

I want to be a star, lying among the clouds, quietly illuminating the flowers.

I became a flower again~~~

"

The girl's singing is like a lark in the sky, soft and melodious, and like a clear spring in the mountains, crisp and jingle. Then, she spread her arms, imitating the wings of a butterfly, dancing freely like a breeze, but also as soft as a cloud. In the end, she turned her head, rolled up her long hair on her shoulders, showed a naive and pretty face, and smiled purely at the boy.

The bright moon rises in the east, and the setting sun falls in the west. As the moon rises and sets, the stars open their eyes, look at the flowers twinkling, and illuminate the people in the flowers.

That is Alyssa, with the face of a flower, the voice of a bird, the dance of an elf, and the kindness and softness of a cloud.

Shulot quietly looked at the girl among the flowers. The crescent moon, stars, flowers, butterflies, breeze, and clouds all fell into his heart one by one, and they were inseparable from each other. He listened to the spring-like singing, washing all the dust in his heart.

At this moment, only thinking is innocent.

"You once said to me,

Encounter is a song,

Eyes are the sea of ​​spring,

Youth is a green river."

The young man sang softly, smiled, warmed, and looked tenderly at the young girl in this life.

"Meeting is a song,

Life intertwine like a river.

When you flow through my heart,

Suddenly the eyes are full of fragrance

How many expectations do you have in life?

How much hesitation in the future?

When I look back, you are by my side.

The prosperity of the world makes tourists smile,

The eyes full of spring think of the vicissitudes of the past.

In the wilderness of the mind,

When will it bloom like a shooting star?

I can never return to the past,

Will you accompany me to grow old now?

Your strand of blue hair,

tied the lonely me.

I smiled,

never drift

"

Moonlit night and star river, flowers and clouds. In the intertwined singing, in the fiery heart, this is the first meeting between the two. Think innocent.

Hmm. Well, this, the poems of the hero and heroine are written by myself, and I won’t say anything else.