The Parthian Empire, as the center of Central and Western Asia, has existed for more than 400 years, and has the same longevity as the Han Dynasty in the East, where they went from a tribe to the rule of different countries, from cowardice and ignorance to the birth of empires in this land.

Through wars again and again, the annexed tribes disappeared, but city-states were established, and the originally fighting races laid down their weapons to multiply here, resulting in the collision of different cultures and beliefs, giving birth to huge countries with different cultures and religions.

However, the life of this country is like the remnant sun hanging in the west outside, crumbling.

White birds streaked across the sky and landed on the white palace, and in the blink of sight, a beautiful maid dragged a loose white robe, holding a jug of water with two ears across the balcony, pouring the water with pink petals into the pool below, and the gap between the movements of the skirt revealed a full white jade breast. Several other girls nearby reached out to stir the pool to make the petals on it appear more even, and then splashed on the surface of the pool.

The woman who plucked the harp looked over, the water surface parted, and a man walked up step by step from the bottom of the pool, his bare body was muscular, and the tension stretched between walking was full of powerful beauty, he took the brocade silk handed by the maid and wiped the water stains on his face, revealing slender eyebrows, and a pair of deep-set eyes, and a handsome side face. The figure walked up and stretched out his arms, and when the three maids gathered around to wipe every part of his body, someone walked in at the door with a scarf hanging and whispered in his ear.

"Your Highness, your father wants to see you as soon as possible."

"He's cured?"

"Just woke up."

The man glanced at the other party expressionlessly, hooked his fingers at a maid next to him, put on a headband, put on an open blouse, loose and tight pants, walked out of here barefoot, through the smooth floor, the long corridor painted with various character murals on both sides, and the guards with armor at the end guarded an arched door, and when he saw the prince in casual clothes, he quickly straightened his back, and one of them pushed the temple door open, and then retreated to the side and knelt.

In the center of the clean dormitory was a bed surrounded by a red veil, and in a futon sewn with feathers and furs, an old man heard the sound of walking and opened his eyes: "Vologis, my son. ”

"Vologis is here, Your Majesty."

A smile appeared on the corner of the old man's mouth, and he reached out to hold the hand of his son who came to the bedside, and rubbed it gently: "I had a dream, and a voice in the dream told me that I need you to go to the temple to sacrifice five holy maidens for me...... The High Priest Balalsin will tell you how to do it. ”

"I'll do it." Vologis shook the old man's withered hand, "The attack of the Romans, father don't take it to heart, everything will pass." ”

The old man rolled his eyes to look at his son's hand and nodded expressionlessly.

Vologis put his hand back into the futon, then got up and left, and after a few steps he stopped, and glanced at a high table on the far left, near the windowsill, on which lay a triple crown made of various jewels and pearls, and spoke slowly: "Father often said that he is a god, and the gods will also get sick?" ”

"The sick is a mortal body, go and sacrifice for me......"

Vologis, who stayed there, smiled and bowed down, exited the dormitory, there was already someone waiting outside, and walked with him to the open-air balcony full of flowers, the outline of the distant market came into view, the originally smiling Vologis gradually faded his smile, plucked the flowers blooming next to him, and sniffed it very gently with his eyes closed under his tall nose.

"How long will my father live?"

The chief of the palace guard named Magtilius whispered, "Priest Balalcin, says that he will live for four to five years, and if he is treated, he will be able to live a little longer. ”

A petal was torn off the bud and floated in the air, Vologis's handsome face opened his eyes and sighed softly: "It's really slow....... let the high priest tell him not to accept treatment, continue to take the girl's heart's blood, and he will be fully recovered." ”

The chief guard jotted down the words and left the place, Vologis lowered his gaze at the mutilated petals in his hand, "Thirty-year-old prince...... I've had enough, Parthia needs a new emperor to recapture Ctesiphon, which was taken by the Romans, and lead all the city-states to prosperity, and you, who are incompetent, go to the divine realm with peace of mind and be a good god. With a slight force, he tore off another petal and slipped it from his fingers and floated out of the balcony.

"That's not enough...... It's still too long......" he murmured softly, and returned to his chamber, where he sat on a fur-paved stone couch and looked at the rippling pool surface, and several bare-chested maidens gently cared beside him, and from time to time their delicate fingertips slid over the thin robe, kneading the slowly hardening, bulging something.

Vologis smiled at the corners of his mouth, and lay himself down, still stripped of his clothes by the maidens, and looked straight at the dome, as the warm and slippery body rose and fell in his lower body, and after a moment, the muscles of his arms tensed suddenly, and he sat up and hugged his delicate body tightly, and something rushed out of his body.

Then, he fell into a deep sleep.

As the sun set and the night came and went, the sun rose again in the east, and the mountains and rivers stretched out, and a caravan with different costumes and round-pointed robes was heading towards Hekadonbiru, and many Parthians watched from afar, somewhat curious about such a foreign team with different appearances and costumes.

"Their capital is called Fandou City, right? I never imagined that I would be lucky enough to meet the city-states of the Far West in this life....."

In the middle of the swaying camel twin peaks, the old man with a scepter looked as far as possible at the outline of the city wall that could be seen in the distance, and he couldn't help but sigh in his heart, the exotic atmosphere here brought him a new feeling unlike before, so that he was watched by many Parthians, and he did not take it to heart.

"Send to the city where the resting people rest." The old man cheered up, straightened his chest, and said in a solemn tone: "Let's just say that the envoy of the Han Dynasty came to see Emperor Anxi." ”

The horses went on the way, but the news about their arrival at Hekadong Biru had already been delivered to the palace, and when Vologis received the news, it was already the afternoon of the next day, and at the beginning of the period he was quite surprised, what kind of country was the Han Dynasty, and later the secretary reminded him that as early as more than a hundred years ago, there were Han people who had come here.

Vologis, who was floating in the pool, was silent for a long time, and suddenly thought of something, stood up from the water in a hurry, looked at the sky outside the city, and slowly grinned at the corners of his mouth: "The opportunity has come." ”

In the afternoon, emissaries from the east entered the city.

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