With the call of the slave, a musician dressed in white stood up with a lyre in his arms.

He looked very young, but he had a full head of hair, and his eye sockets were deeply sunken, and he did not look frightened but felt inexplicably pitiful for him, and when he heard a slave call him, he stood up tremblingly, and looked as if he was frightened.

"Pour him a glass of wine." Nebuchadnezzar inexplicably had a good impression of the person in front of him, although he was very reluctant but he always felt that in this person he seemed to see the shadow of the teacher, although he seemed nondescript to a lowly musician compared to his lover, but I don't know why he always felt that the two people were very similar, so he rarely had a lot of mercy and ordered someone to pour wine for the musician.

"Thank you!" The young man with the pseudonym Hassan slowly took the glass, the faint fragrance of flowers lingering in the mouth, and he understood that this was the Yasih Tea that had been popular all over the continent over the years, and was invented by the incomparable and noble priest of the Babylonian temple of Maduk.

When the wine was gone, the white-haired prophet sat on the floor, playing an old tune with a lyre in his arms.

To his tune, Mitis danced slowly.

The girl's arms were as soft as the branches of spring, her movements were slow and light, and the corners of her skirt rose and fell slightly with her movements, like the waves of a summer river flowing and stirring.

This is a sad tune, the white-haired prophet slowly stirs the strings, his eyes do not stay on the princess dancing to the sound of his lyre, but quietly gaze into the depths of the void, in fact, because of the long tears, his eyes are already very bad, and he can only see the place in front of him, but what does it matter? As the prophet of Judah, although Judah's power is not as strong as Babylon, he has also seen the most prosperous side of this world, and now that person is gone, there is nothing wrong with being blind.

But he still missed, even if their feelings were not equal at first, but now that he thinks about it, if it wasn't for that person who forcibly and resolutely broke into his life and broke his heart that was tightly closed for the city, how would he know that even as a prophet, he was still mortal with the naked eye, and never departed from the ordinary.

For more than a thousand days and nights, they had the most intimate contact and the most distant quarrels, but all of them were defeated in Judah, and the moment when the man died by the sword of the king of Babylon ended.

How can such an end be accepted?

That person has not yet realized his ambition to unify the continent, and he has not had time to express his love for that person, how can it be ended?

He didn't cherish himself so much and kept him by his side, why did he bear to leave himself alone in this world?

The strings turned rapidly, as if pouring out endless resentment and despair, and the woman standing in the center of the stage also danced with the spinning, as if infected by the fierce music, her steps became more and more rapid with the beat, and the golden gauze skirt crossed the air in a beautiful arc after circle.

"Zheng!" The strings snapped, cutting off the musician's fingers, and blood fell on his snow-white clothes, like wild roses that had suddenly bloomed in winter, and people were surprised to find that he had burst into tears.

There was silence in the hall and then the Babylonian monarchs and ministers showed angry expressions on their faces, this was their celebratory dinner, what was the purpose of this unfortunate musician playing such a sad music?

"Your Majesty, please forgive Hassan, he didn't mean to." The music stopped, ignoring the veil under which he had fallen to the ground, and Mittis stepped forward to plead eagerly.

I have to admit that the princess of the Median kingdom has an extremely beautiful appearance, she frowned slightly, her eyes are like the finest lapis lazuli in the light of the candle flame has a natural charm, when she slightly tilted her head to reveal a snow-white neck, like a dew-stained budding rose in spring, enough to bewitch most of the world's men who fall for beauty.

"Is this the sincerity of Medes?" Ah Zhai laughed softly, for the woman who won over the original owner in the original book but gave up on the other party in the end, although more than ten years have passed, he still keeps it firmly in his heart, and now it is naturally unkind to meet him again.

"Who are you?" Mitis is not an impulsive person, but for some reason, she always has a feeling that her disguise has been completely peeled off when she looks at the deep gaze of the person in front of her, which makes her involuntarily nervous.

"Maybe Medes didn't take the lessons of the past to heart." Sitting on the other side, Ashur smiled at the interface, from the first time he fought with the young man to draw, so many years, in addition to becoming a close friend with the young man, he has also become a loyal believer of the other party, that is, the brainless fan of later generations, seeing the idol being questioned by such an unknown little girl, the body blurted out one step ahead of the brain.

"You!" Mittis was furious, and instead of ruining her beauty in the slightest, her anger made her whole body burn like a flame.

"I believe in Mede, and I ask the princess to understand." After singing, someone always came out to □□ face, and Nebuchadnezzar said that he missed such a familiar rhythm, so he waved his hand in a good mood.

"Merciful Emperor of Babylon, allow the lowly musician to toast you and ask for your forgiveness for his sins." Jeremiah slowly moved forward, and then bowed respectfully in the direction of the house, "Honorable Priest of the Temple of Marduk, your mercy and mercy have greatly benefited the common people living under the sun, and I ask you to allow the humble musician to toast you with a glass of wine." ”

"You're not a lowly musician, and although your music is sad, it also touches us deeply." Nebuchadnezzar smiled and motioned for his attendant to take the two glasses of wine that he had poured himself, and the victories of recent years had made the king who had always been smooth sailing a little carried away, especially when he drank a glass of wine with his longing teacher in front of everyone, which made the young man who had heard the teacher talk about the customs of the East almost laughed from ear to ear.

"陛xià." It wasn't that he didn't notice Nebuchadnezzar's almost forgetful state, but when he thought that this child would have to shoulder the burden of the entire empire at such an age, and that he had been doing a good job all along, he couldn't help but feel a softness in his heart, sighed, and took the wine glass from the hand of his attendant.

"King of Babylon, maybe I should call you cousin by blood." King Medes, who had been wandering the world since the beginning of the dinner, seemed to suddenly wake up from a dream and realize where he was, "It turns out that there is nothing wrong with your refusal, your vision has made you choose to refuse the wedding with Methis, so now ......"

Soon after putting down the wine glass, Ah Zhai felt a cramping pain in his abdomen, which was very slight at first, so that he still had time to pay attention to what the king of the Medes said, but gradually he found that he was trembling all over, sweating like pulp, and his stomach was burning, and his internal organs seemed to be burning: "Ahhhhhhh

He wanted to scream, he wanted to cry for help, the blood seemed to fill his mouth like a torrent of blood breaking through the embankment, he only felt a blackness in front of him, and he clung to the hem of his shirt to struggle to stand up.

"Jin!" Ashur, who was sitting next to him, was the first to notice that something was wrong, and when he saw the blood flowing from his friend's mouth, nose, and fingertips, the calm general exclaimed like a child.

"Jin!" The name of his lover hovered between his tongue for many years, and Nebuchadnezzar never imagined that the first time he shouted it would be at such a time!

He almost rushed over from his seat, almost stepped on the corner of the stairs when he stepped on the stairs, held the other party in his arms, and watched the other party vomit blood, Nebuchadnezzar stretched out his hand in fear to stop the bleeding for the other party, from the age of twelve into the barracks, the number of people who died in his hands was not counted, a pair of hands were already stained with blood, but he never knew that someone's blood could flow so much, he held the other party in his arms, and let the other party's blood stain his clothes change color.

"Jin ......" The king who was still complacent at the previous moment cried like the most helpless child at this moment, he trembled and stretched out his hand to wipe the blood from the other party's mouth, "Teacher, I beg you, hold on!" Doctor - What about doctors? ”

"Ahem......" Ah Zhai looked at the other party's tear-stained appearance, there were thousands of words in his heart but blocked in his throat, he knew his current situation too well, he moved his fingers slightly, wanted to hold the other party's hand, but found that his limbs gradually stiffened and did not obey the call.

How long is "Teacher, Teacher......" in a second? Nebuchadnezzar had scoffed at it, but now he wished that time could be too soon, that the doctor would come sooner; He wished that time could be slower, that the other party could last a little longer, and that he had been expecting the other party to respond to his feelings, but now he only prayed that the other party would live well.

However, after all, the young king still experienced the most unforgettable lessons of his life, and there are some things that he is still powerless even if he is the king.