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A pitch-black figure sat alone in a chaise longue in the Imperial Garden, surrounded by strange and colorful flowers, and the existence of flowers could not relieve the loneliness of this figure. When the moon shines again from the passing clouds, we can see that the owner of this gloomy figure is actually the emperor of the empire, the well-deserved first king of the Arad continent. At this time, he did not have the majesty and domineering of a generation of heroes, and some seemed to have only memories and strong thoughts. Is there no one in his harem, no. As long as he is willing, with a wave of his hand, this huge imperial garden will immediately be singing and dancing, and the spring is boundless. He can also summon a group of actors to make them laugh at themselves. But he didn't. His concubines, except for the occasional favor, will be like him most of the time, just lonely and lonely. Those actors with heavy makeup only have the opportunity to show their talents at the grand event of the empire.

Who is he punishing, is it his current self, or is it the same person who made the ridiculous decision in the first place?

Back a few years ago, he was still a rebellious teenager. Although he is a ****, he is the most influential figure in the imperial capital because of his indulgent nature. He hangs out in all kinds of social situations and also hangs out in the bars of the lower classes. He made friends with heroes all over the world and called each other brothers. How chic and happy he was at that time. It was then that he befriended Ozma, who was not yet the first mage of the Empire, and Kazan, who was not the first pillar of the Imperial military world.

At that time, they "smelled like", informal, and profligate. At that time they became brothers of the opposite sex and vowed to live and die together.

At that time, they flirted with the girl of a good family together, met her together, and met her together. At that time, they stalked her together, voyeurized together, treated her badly together, and didn't know why it was together.

Until then, when they heard together someone say that it was love. They looked at me and I looked at you, and soon they all laughed. At that time, he wanted to say something first, but Ozma preempted him, saying that he liked her. At that time, I smiled in vain, and suddenly thought of my **** identity, so I smiled and said to him, I support you. At that time, the third brother looked at me, looked at him again, and said resolutely, I also support you.

At that time, I had already forgotten my **** identity, but why did I remember it at that moment. Is it your own choice or a trick of fate? At that time, she may have liked herself. Thinking of this, the emperor couldn't help but smile sadly.

How can it be! The confession of that day was so grand, so grand. At that time, I wanted to do my best to make a good confession at that moment and make it unforgettable. Yes, the purpose was achieved. I will never forget it.

At that time, she took the flowers he handed over in the rain of flowers, and hugged each other and cried in the cheers like a mountain. There seemed to be their own in the spilled petals, and there seemed to be their own in the thunderous cheers. At that time, I was so stupid and so self-righteous and happy. As long as she is happy, I am also happy.

Am I happy? If sourness is happiness, then I am happy.

Every time I see their sweet figures, the sourness in my heart will be more, and the smile on my face will be more. Am I hypocritical? Perhaps, maybe all politicians are hypocritical and self-righteous.

How many times have I wanted to let go of this feeling, but I just couldn't. My heart is empty, and I'm going to fill it. I heard that sitting on the throne can satisfy your heart and make you happy.

"I want to get it." I say this to myself.

At that time, although I was the crown prince and the first heir to the throne, who could explain the family affairs of the emperor's family clearly. I need my own power, although I have made a lot of friends in the imperial capital, but those people are pursuing interests, and when the form is not in their favor, their attachment will only fall apart.

"I need someone who is absolutely loyal to myself."

That's when I thought of them, the two people who could live and die together. The one who can give up his heart for the sake of each other's happiness. I have done so much for you, and it is time for you to repay me. Who says I'm taking advantage of them? Didn't they also get a great deal of power when they assisted me? They are brothers, and they should live and die together, share weal and woe, and be rich and noble.

Under my operation, Kazan was transferred to the Stroul Military Region, where is the center of the war with the Xuzu and Bantu tribes, and where he will grow rapidly as a soldier, coupled with his own operation in the imperial capital, it is not difficult to be promoted to a general. Kazan's stupid boy was also very competitive, and soon he was firmly established there, and he made great achievements. In order to avoid suspicion, I just operated him as a minor general, and did not make him the marshal of the Stroud Military District. It's just a title, and when I ascend the throne, he'll be the Marshal of the Stroux Military Region.

As for Ozma, he was sent to the Gran Forest for training, and he was thrilled to become the strongest mage in the Empire. Without any scheming, he simply entrusted Liz to me, and then embarked on a journey to study. I was overjoyed by this sudden solitude. It was probably the happiest time of my life. In order to "live up to my mission", I would go to her residence every day, take her to eat all the delicacies of the imperial capital, take her to see the prosperity of the imperial capital, and take her to the garden of the palace to walk under the moon. She readily accepted all of this, but occasionally looked at her strangely.

In my days with her, sometimes I would have a whim. I hope that Ozma will be able to learn the boundless, and that the magical civilization of the elves will be so profound that it will take a lifetime to explore. So that I can be with her forever. To his empire, to his throne.

But Ozma returned. Not long, not short, exactly three years.

When I received Ozma's letter saying that he was coming back, my heart trembled. How I wish it was just a joke made by a good friend because of his thoughts. Yes, he should be missing, but it shouldn't be me, it's her.

It was early in the morning, on the outskirts of the imperial capital.

She waited here early, saying that she was going to wait for him here, so that she could take him to visit the scenery of the imperial capital and let him know how much the imperial capital has changed in the past few years. Time passed minute by minute, but there was no trace of anxiety on her face, because she believed, believed that he would come to meet her at the appointed time.

The sound of horses' hooves broke the silence of the morning and broke my heart. Is he back, it must be. The familiar and unfamiliar figure gradually became clear. You're back. My brother!

The wind is up.

Looking at the way they hugged each other, I remembered the scene when they hugged each other for the first time. The weeping willows that were flying in the sky seemed to have turned into the flying flowers in the sky at that time, and the roaring of the trees seemed to be a cheerful cry. I seemed to be standing by as I was then, witnessing their happiness.

She said, "You're ahead of you. ”

He said, "Because I miss you, I spent the starry night last night. ”

She said, "You've lost weight. ”

He said, "You too." ”

I said, "Me too." ”

He's back, and my plans are about to start again.

Throne, you can fill all the voids in this world. Otherwise, there wouldn't be so many people who would give up everything for you.

When Ozma returned, she relied on the strength of her magic. He deservedly became the chief archmage of the court. With the court magician corps under the command of Ozma, coupled with the military power of Kazan in the Stroul Military Region, I have no match for a while in the imperial capital. When my father, who was already old, passed away with peace and relief on his face, I became the emperor as a matter of course, and sat in the position that could fill my emptiness.

After a brief moment of excitement, the feeling of emptiness that followed me came back again. I can't afford to get sick.

Seriously ill, Kazan returned. Now that he is the first warrior of the empire, he is full of sighs when he sees me. On the sickbed, he and I reminisced about our encounter, our wandering wreckage, and our parting.

At this point, I suddenly thought of her. It turns out that everything I have is because of her.

Thinking of this, I suddenly sat up, and my whole body began to have a fever and sweat profusely. Kazan was so frightened that he hurriedly called the royal doctor and threatened him that if I didn't survive. So he threw him into the Stroo Mountains to feed the wolves. The Imperial Physician looked at my body and nodded yes again and again. The Imperial Doctor had never seen such a situation, and he was so anxious. In desperation, I had to pour me a bowl of fever-reducing decoction first.

This high fever did not kill me, but brought me back to life. The imperial doctor was puzzled by this, and said in amazement, This is the heavens blessing the longevity of my Perus Empire.

But only I know, and that's because I figured it out. I want to get her.

The longing in my heart made me desperate to see her. Although she and Ozma visited me a few times when I was seriously ill, they did not want to disturb me when I was asleep, and just sat at my hospital bed for a while and then left. I also blamed the attendants who knew this afterwards, and blamed them for not waking me up. They knelt on the ground and said in horror that she didn't let them wake them up.

On the pretext that I had just recovered from a serious illness, I summoned them. In the Imperial Garden, there were only four of us at the table full of delicacies. The huge imperial garden was not empty at this time. Because of her, me, and us.

In addition to self-deprecation, they talked about their past happily and talked about their past. Everything seems so harmonious.

The feast was over, and we lay on each other's pillows on the grass in the Imperial Garden. We were so close, but I knew I would never have her because he was there.