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Text 17, Chapter 17
Text 17, Chapter 17
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The bright sun was shining on the earth, and the breeze passed by, sparkling on the crescent-shaped pool, drawing the fragrance of the lavender lotus flower spread among the green leaves into the wind.
The breeze with a sweet smell playfully encircled a circle of huge circular stone pillars, and then blew into the hall. The spacious high platform is covered with soft and cool ice silk cloth. The snow-white cloth hangs down from the edge of the high platform, and the corners embroidered with gold silk are on the bluestone floor.
The king of Aaron Landis sat on the high platform with one foot curled up, and the other fell from the edge of the high platform and stepped on the ground. He wore the simple and neat clothes as he saw at first sight. Apart from the brown leather wristbands with gold patterns on his wrists, he had no other accessories around his body.
He propped his cheek with one hand, tilted his head and looked at Wang Brother who was sitting cross-legged beside him, his thick eyebrows were raised slightly, and his expression looked extremely happy.
His brother's attention was not on him, but looked down at the little brown hair balls rolling around in front of him.
The little hair ball was holding a piece of half-baked meat with its two small claws, and struggling to bite on it, but, although it worked very hard, its small teeth were not sharp enough before the full moon, holding the piece of meat struggling to tear After biting for a while, a small piece was gnawed off.
From Garlan's point of view, he felt that he saw the little milk lion rolling around like playing with a mass of meat.
"Nega."
After a while, he stared at the little lion and said softly.
King Camos, who watched him and the little lion, raised his mouth.
"Really, this is the name you gave it." He asked, "Decided?"
"Yes."
"Nega, the patron saint of destruction and war..." Camos smiled, "It seems that you have high expectations for this little guy."
"Because... its father is so powerful, it should also..."
Gallan answered vaguely.
He thought, after all, it is the fearsome lion on the battlefield following your brother Wang's south and north wars, how can he even deserve a majestic name.
Otherwise, when you need a big lion to play on the battlefield in the future, Brother Camos, you will shout out in front of everyone——
‘Mimi, go! ’
‘Mimi, bite him! ’
‘Mimi, come with me! ’
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He suddenly had an urge to name this little hair ball Mimi.
Shaking his head to get rid of the spoof thoughts in his mind, Gallan looked down at the little hairball in front of him who was still struggling with the flesh. Why did he feel so useless?
Thinking like this, he couldn't help poking his little fluffy head with his fingers. The little milk lion who was poked on the top of his head put down the piece of meat that he was trying to gnaw, raised his head to look at him, then threw the piece of meat aside, rolled his face, facing the sky, his limbs facing up, and directed at Gal Lan showed her chubby belly, her small eyes looked at Garlan brightly, and then she whimpered milkily.
Rub me rub me~~
Garland: "..."
I think you should call Mimi...
Camos naturally didn't know what Garland was thinking at the moment. If he knew it, and his nerves were as big as him, he might have to twitch the corners of his mouth twice, and then deprive a child of the right to name it.
The sound of footsteps sounded from outside, coming here from far to near.
The priest of Shamash, holding a scepter, walked over the steps, walked into the hall, stood under the high platform, bowed slightly and bowed his head to salute King Kamos above.
"King Camos, the decree will be issued to all parts of the country tomorrow." He said, his face calm, "please affix the imperial seal."
After speaking, Xiemur stepped forward. He was holding a rectangular cyan stone tray in both hands. The stone tray was filled with snow-white and delicate white mud. The surface of the white mud was sunken lines, which were neatly arranged in rows. Qi text.
The language of the text is beautiful and gorgeous, to the effect that King Camos has chosen a younger brother and now announces this to the whole country.
The white clay in the bluestone plate was still moist and soft at the moment. Camos read the text on the white clay from beginning to end to confirm that it was correct, and then took off the gold ring on the middle finger. The ring face was carved with green malachite. It is a small imperial seal with delicate lines and special characters.
Camos pressed it down on the soft white mud, leaving a clear pattern on the white mud.
The original plan was to establish two king brothers.
However, King Camos decided not to establish Hoymos after seeing Hoymos's life experience, and only made Garlan the king's younger brother.
Because Huimos' grandmother had a direct royal bloodline, Huimos naturally inherited this bloodline.
In other words, if King Camos did not have Garland, Huimos, who has the direct bloodline of the royal family, would naturally have the right to succeed to the throne.
Therefore, King Camos only established Garlan as a brother, to ensure that Garlan's succession to the throne is higher than that of Huimos.
However, Heimos, who has direct blood, will be allowed to live in the palace, and everyone will call him a prince and have all the privileges of being a prince.
Only on the premise that both Camos and Gallan died, Hiemos was eligible to inherit the throne.
After King Camos placed the imperial seal, Xie Muer handed the bluestone slab to his subordinates who followed him. His servants bowed and then stepped back. They will send this bluestone slab to the firing place. After baking, the white clay will harden and become extremely smooth porcelain, and the characters and patterns on it will also be It is completely fixed and cannot be changed. The original version left in the royal city will also see golden threads in the lines of the characters.
In this way, there is no need to worry about the king's will being altered by people with ulterior motives.
At the same time, using this form of imperial decree can also make the king’s decree more unique and sacred.
"And one more thing."
The subordinates escorted the will to leave, and Xie Muer was still standing in place, still speaking with a blank expression on his face.
"Please appoint the instructors of the two princes as soon as possible."
Prince Garland.
Prince Huimos.
These two princes, a brother of King Camos, and a direct bloodline of the royal family, initially possessed temporary succession to the throne.
However, this is only temporary. In the case of King Camos, they need to grow up as soon as possible.
Camos stroked his stubble chin.
"You count one," he said without hesitation. "How about it, Sheemer, which one do you want to teach?"
"It's up to you, King Camos."
"What if I let you choose?"
"..." Shamash's priest was silent for a moment, and then calmly replied. He said, "I will choose to teach Prince Huimos."
The tone of his answer was very steady, without the slightest ups and downs, even if the other prince he didn't choose was there, his answer was still categorical.
The blond child paused for a second while rubbing the lion’s soft belly, and then continued to rub it, but it was a little heavier, so that Niegaa, who was lying on the ground with his limbs upside down, tilted his head and looked at him. .
Gallan and those small bean-sized eyes looked at each other for a moment, stretched out his hands, picked up the little milk lion, put his arms in his arms, and stroked the fluffy little head one by one.
Although he had guessed the ending, his chest still cooled uncontrollably when Xie Muer said those words.
Fortunately, this warm and fluffy little guy eased the coldness in his chest.
so it is.
he thinks.
From the beginning, Sheemur wanted to choose Huimos.
It turned out that from the beginning, this person was not willing to teach him.
So, no wonder, no wonder this person can abandon him after more than eight years, after all, that was the first choice of Xie Muer.
...
It has nothing to do with me.
Garlan stroked the little lion in his arms, Niega lay on his arm, and rubbed his chest with his head tilted to the left and right.
he thinks.
This so-called king brother, this so-called prince of Aaron Landis, he can't do it for long.
He is very stubborn and stubborn. Now that he has made a decision, he will walk to the end one by one.
He said he didn't want the throne, but he didn't want it.
Therefore, Xiemuer chooses whoever he likes, and he doesn't care.
King Camos looked down at the priest Shamash, who looked back at him calmly, and then looked at Garlan, who seemed to have never heard the words of Shemur, who was playing with the little milk lion. His lips were on his lips. The horn raised slightly.
"Gallan, you should go to take a nap for a while." He smiled and touched Gallan's head and said, "Children don't sleep much, they will not grow taller~"
After he said that, he raised his hand and waved to signal the incoming person, and asked the guard to take the little brother to take a nap in the side bedroom next to him.
The child raised his head, and the big golden pupil glanced at him without saying anything. He obediently put down the little lion in his arms, and re-stuffed the chewed and mutilated piece of meat into the claws of the little lion, and then got up and followed the maid who served him. left.
After Garlan left, Camos raised his hand again to signal the maid, guards, and servants who were waiting for him to retreat. In this way, he and Xiemuer were the only ones left in this room.
"You choose... Uh, who is that?... Uh, it seems to be called, He, He... He what?"
King Camos pondered for a while before he remembered the black-haired boy's name.
"...Prince Hiemos."
Xie Muer choked, then answered.
"Oh, got it."
Camos said, waving his hand.
"Sheemur, I appoint you to be Garlan's instructor."
He said, the final word.
After thinking about it, he added a few more words.
"Gallan will leave it to you. Give me a good care of him. No scolding or hitting is allowed. Well, no reprimand is allowed. In short, you are not allowed to bully him."
Xiemuer: "..."
Since you forced the appointment, what's the point of letting me choose someone just now?
Besides, let's not talk about beatings or scolding, how can I teach?
Although he was thinking dissatisfiedly here, his face was still calm, bowing his head slightly in salute.
"Yes, Your Majesty."
He calmly accepted King Camos's assignment.
King Camos sitting on the high platform looked down at him, pressing one hand on the knee of his left leg, with a playful smile in his eyes.
"Are you scolding me in your heart?"
"..."
Saying ‘yes’ is disrespectful to the king.
To say "No" is to lie to the king, and it is also disrespectful.
So Xiemuer chose to remain silent.
Camos laughed loudly.
"Do you think it's hard for me to be strong?"
Xiemuer pondered for a moment, and then answered.
"Prince Garland is very weak."
He said very bluntly, the words hit the nail on the head, without the slightest euphemism or cover-up.
"He can't bear the future of Aaron Landis."
Camos was still laughing.
"Xiemuer, don't you think these words are familiar?"
"..."
"'Prince Camos! How can you afford the future of Aaron Landis like you are now!"...This sentence." Camus, who has become the king of Aaron Landis and is loved by all people, uses it. The weird emphasis imitated the voice of Xiemuer, "Since I was young, I have heard this sentence from you no less than ten times. You always feel that I am not a qualified prince."
He said, "What about now?"
He smiled faintly and said, "Do you think I am a qualified king?"
Xie Muer leaned over, kneeled, holding the scepter in one hand and laying it on the ground, with the other hand in his heart.
"You are the well-deserved king of Aaron Landis."
He said, decisively, from the heart.
"Yeah, I think so too, no one can do better than me."
Camos said, in a natural tone.
He didn't need to be humble, he saved Aaron Landis, that was his responsibility and his pride.
"So, Xiemur, don't jump to conclusions in a hurry."
He said that, suddenly the topic changed, and he pointed to the little milk lion who was still struggling with the flesh with his unsharp teeth.
The little lion Nega, who was holding a piece of meat, rolled around, how stupid he looked.
Camos was delighted.
"Look, how is this little guy? Doesn't it look silly?"
Xiemuer: "?"
He looked at the little milk lion that was not full moon yet, wondering why King Camos mentioned it suddenly.
"Look, isn't it cute? Just like my Wang brother, they are so cute, right?"
King Camos said as he stretched out his hand, grabbed the little Nega with a big hand and pinched it in his hand.
The little milk lion who was gnawing on a piece of meat was suddenly arrested. It was the person it hated the most that caught him. He was suddenly angry, with a small mouth, showing his small fangs, and he was grabbing hard at him. He bit his fingers.
Camos smiled and allowed it to bite. His fingers were already full of cocoons, with thick skin. Niega's small fangs gnawed on his fingers for a long time and didn’t bite them. They only smeared his fingers. saliva.
"Cute is cute, but it looks weak, right?"
The man's eyes narrowed slightly to form a thin gap, and a terrible pressure suddenly radiated from all over his body, and his hand was squeezed tightly.
"Look, it's so weak and so small, I can pinch it to death with a little effort."
Xiemuer stood below and watched quietly. He just watched and said nothing.
The little milk lion squeezed and wailed, obviously it was pinched and felt uncomfortable, but it only wailed like this, and continued to bite the finger that was holding it fiercely, even scratching and biting. Very fierce.
That is it as a beast...no, it should be said that it is the inherent ferocity of it as the future king of beasts, and also, pride.
King Camos smiled, let go of his hand, and let go of Little Nega.
The little Mao Tuan that was put down turned over and stood up, without running away or being afraid, just standing on the spot and yelling at Camos viciously.
"Those little things that can only be pets by nature, as long as they see me, they will turn around and flee in fright. Once they are approached by me, they will be frightened and tremble..."
Camos said, "But this little guy, even if I get caught, will bite me fiercely."
"Even if he looks like a weak little guy now, he will become a terrifying lion in the future."
"Indeed, the child does look very weak now. To us, he is so weak that we can pinch to death with one hand."
King Camos smiled and said that his sitting posture looked very lazy, but even if he just sat there quietly, he was like a brown lion lying lazily on the ground, with an invisible deterrent. .
He squinted and smiled, and there was some kind of enthusiastic light flashing in his golden brown eyes.
"Even if it is such a weak child, maybe in the future he can become a lion that can roar in every direction... how about it?"
He paused.
"So, Xiemuer, can you be a little bit patient?"
He says,
"After all, that is the only little guy in this world who has defeated the invincible King Camos."
Xiemur, who had been silent for a long time, frowned upon hearing this.
"...Victory?"
He asked questioningly.
Did something he didn't know happened when and where?
King Camos: "………………"
I accidentally said that missed mouth...
He quickly changed the subject.
"In short, it is so decided."
After he finished speaking, he waved his hand willfully and drove someone away.
"You can withdraw."
As the mighty King Camos, it is impossible to let others know that embarrassing thing, impossible in this life.
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However, our mighty King Camos didn’t know. Soon after, the priest asked his new disciple directly—yes, it was the well-behaved (?) little brother who answered whatever he asked. ——Then Xiemuer got an answer that made him want to hit someone. Fupin Chinese
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