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Church books?

The old emperor's only eyeball, which could move freely, rolled his bones, and he seemed to have thought of something. A cerebral infarction causes him to lose control of half of his body, but it doesn't mean that his brain is also out of control. His pupils contracted together as they diated, leaving only a black spot the size of a pin's eye. He seemed to regret a little, but at the same time there was a kind of schadenfreude, an inexplicable pleasure.

Wren couldn't understand what the old emperor was thinking, so he shook his shoulders, took off his coat, and draped it over the old emperor's body.

"The books of the church, you should know, are the stories of Shinto. What gods created the world, removed their own teeth and created such absurd things as man. I never took these stories seriously, but read them as if they were a kind of chivalric novel. I have to say that the brains of those people in the church are indeed different from ordinary people, they have created a history, and they can justify themselves. Well...... It's not right!", Wren pondered for a moment, "It's not self-justifying, it's an inexplicable toughness." Whether it is reasonable or unreasonable, it is God's will and God's control anyway. ”

"In a church account of history, I read about the battle of the gods in prehistory. Eventually, the gods withered and became mortals. These mortal gods still have power beyond human beings, they are another form of human beings, their power, their inheritance, are clearly different from ordinary human beings. ”

"These special human beings eventually merge into the entire human world, like a drop of sea water entering a lake, never to be separated from each other. But they left behind their own legends, their own surnames, and ...... Bloodline!"

"Think about it, after all, they were once gods, so is their bloodline different from the bloodline of ordinary people?"

Wren pushed his wheelchair forward slowly, unmoved by the previous killings in the palace. The forest garden in the palace is very beautifully trimmed, and the heavy snow has been swept away, leaving only the eyes full of verdant greenery and vigorous vitality.

"Yesterday I went to visit a good friend, and when I got home, I read a lot of books, but I still couldn't solve the doubts in my mind. But today, right now, I get it. He stopped, stepped on the brakes, walked up to the old emperor, and looked at him calmly. The old emperor's eyes also became indifferent, and there was a meaningful smile. Wren's eyes were crooked, revealing a somewhat happy and somewhat smug smile, "You say, could it be the blood of the gods that flows in our bodies?"

The old emperor's gaze moved to the side, deep and unpredictable, but Wren had already got the answer he wanted. He stepped aside, pinched off a few freshly drawn shoots, and crushed them on his fingertips. The tender shoots bring a delicate texture and are elastic, and with each pinch, some juice can be crushed, exuding a strong earthy smell.

"In any case, I will enter the secret cave once before leaving the imperial capital. I can give you a promise that as long as I don't die, I will support the legitimacy of the royal family, and I swear by the blood of my ancestors. ”

Wren turned around, walked to the back of the wheelchair, released the brakes, and pushed the old emperor around the garden.

At the same time, the matter was passed on to Pars, who was reciting the process, and Her Majesty the Empress looked a little indignant and had some strange expressions, "So, Baron Wren killed all the people in his father's palace?"

"That's true. The leader of the guards of the forbidden palace was half-kneeling on the ground, the weather was still a little cold, but a layer of sweat secreted from his forehead, dripping down his eyebrows and falling to the ground. Wren is so chaotic that he dares to kill in the palace, and the most troublesome thing is that he is actually on duty today. This is simply wanting him to die, he has no trouble going to the golden nobles, so he has to pin his hopes on the Empress of Pars, hoping that Her Majesty will not pursue this matter.

Pars, on the other hand, did not care about the death of his subordinates, as the leader had hoped. She also knew that since the enthronement ceremony was over, the coronation ceremony had been set for a certain date, and the old emperor, who was still a little lively, was getting deserted day by day. There would be ministers who would report some information to the old emperor, and as Pars took over the scepter of power from the old emperor, the old emperor completely lost his former glory. People are happy to show themselves in front of her, to convey their loyalty and talents.

Essentially, it was she who made her father lose his status.

More or less, Her Majesty also blamed herself a little. Of course, only a little, insignificant self-blame. Power is like a poison that tempts sentient beings, when you can't eat it, you want to eat it, once you get it, no matter what the outcome is, in short, take it first.

Enjoying the benefits of power, Pars will not let go of the power he holds tightly. Maybe it's cruel and unkind, but being born in this royal family, how can she talk about human favors? She didn't ignore the old emperor, and she had already done her best.

Sitting high on the throne, Pars's black and white eyes rolled downward, and the corner of his eye fell on the leader of the guards of the Forbidden Palace, "Do you know what they said?"

The leader of the guards of the forbidden palace began to sweat all over, and without saying a word, his head was lowered deeply.

Pars raised a hand, and the wide and gorgeous sleeved robe was raised like a curtain, and she cocked her little finger and stretched out her index finger to point at the man under the seat, "Waste, go, let me know what they are talking about, what they are talking about, I want to know what Wren has said since he entered the palace, even if he farts how loud he is." His eyes moved stiffly, "If you don't know, I'll go to the suburbs and choose a piece of land by myself." ”

The leader of the guards of the Forbidden Palace withdrew, and from behind the grille came a handsome courtier, with fine skin and tender flesh like a lady disguised as a man. There is no manly spirit on the body, but it is soft and weak, and his behavior is more feminine. He lowered his eyebrows and helped Pars arrange his clothes, and the neckline, cuffs, and even the belt had to be carefully adjusted. Pars's face softened, she gently stroked the man's face, and smiled wickedly, "Wade, why do you say these people are so annoying?"

Wade pursed his lips and smiled lightly, raised his hand to cover the back of Pars's hand, and rubbed it gently, "That's because they are jealous of your beauty, Your Majesty, and jealous of your power." They are all thieves, stealing what belongs to you. Wealth, power, and everything. ”

Pars smiled and stretched out a finger, and Wade didn't hesitate to wrap it in his mouth, his face like a peach blossom, sucking tightly.

A moment later, Pars lifted his wide yellow robe, and Wade slipped under the hem of her skirt, bowing between her legs.

The beautiful atmosphere faded away, Wade licked his lips and sorted out his dress, Pars breathed a sigh of relief with a blushing face, lazily half lying on the cold throne, she didn't even seem to have the strength to lift a finger.

"Tell Wren that I invite him to lunch. Pars bred himself up and sat up a little straighter.

Wade was stunned for a moment, and quickly nodded. He understands his position very well, he is a "concubine" of His Majesty the Emperor, he does not have a sacred bloodline, and naturally he can't really live in this palace, and he can only appear as a lover forever. If you want to live a better life, you have to satisfy Pars and make her inseparable from herself. No matter what it is, as long as Pars explains, he will try to complete it, which is why Pars likes him.

An honest and obedient dog is really hard to find. The most important thing is that this dog is also good-looking and capable enough.

Wren pushed the old emperor to wander around the garden, and the old emperor, who had not left the bed since the cerebral infarction, gradually focused on these green plants. At this moment, he has a lot of feelings, he almost never pays attention to the plants in these gardens, and every time he rushes back and forth, he ignores many, many things around him. He thought of many people, some alive and some dead. I also thought of many things, some of which he regretted and some of which made him happy.

It seemed that every old man would spend the little time he had left in the sun, and the old emperor's eyes gradually became calm and calm.

When she returned to the old emperor's bedroom, a little maid's face was pale, and tears were about to flow from her timid eyes. It's terrifying, this place is terrifying, and the people are terrifying, and in the blink of an eye, more than a dozen people who can usually be seen have disappeared. Although living in this palace, I already knew that the life of a subordinate person may not be as good as a dog raised by a certain prince or princess, but it is still very unacceptable to suddenly die so many people.

What is difficult to accept is not death, but the identity of these deceased, no different from themselves.

"Your Majesty, Your Majesty, please stay in the palace and have lunch with you. The little maid's voice trembled, and her voice was slight, and Wren didn't really hear it.

"What?", he asked.

The little maid fell to her knees with a pop.

Looking at the frightened little maid, Wren couldn't help but smile, "Am I so scary?"

The little maid covered her mouth, her round eyes were already covered with a layer of mist, she nodded subconsciously, shook her head violently, and finally cried.

"Okay, okay, I see, eat, don't you? You go back and tell Your Majesty Pars, I'll be on time for the feast. ”

The little maid had a force in her body, and she got up and turned around and ran, as if Wren was a monster who chose to devour her, and wanted to swallow her in one bite.