caesar revolution

Some people may not believe it, but when Kerwin approached Caesar and asked him to take the throne, Caesar had firmly refused.Kerwin didn't care about Caesar's childish stubbornness. He looked at Caesar mockingly, as if he was looking at a child who was struggling: "Even if you don't go, someone else will go, Caesar, are you sure you want to go?" Hand over the throne to someone else?"

Kerwin's persuasion did not change Caesar's mind, but after going back that night, Caesar saw someone—Anthea.The maid who was supposed to serve Kerwin by his side was holding an iron box in her hand and was looking at Caesar with a smile on her face.

"What's the matter?" Caesar's attitude towards Anthea is not good, in fact, he has the same attitude towards everyone who gives Qi Wei cold eyes.

"I have something to give you." Anthea looked at Caesar seriously, and said softly, "His Highness Nuo Sen asked me to deliver it to you."

"Really." Caesar thought of Qi Weileng who was going to meet his relatives in Far country, his indifferent expression finally loosened slightly, and he reached out to take the iron box in Anthea's hand.

The iron box looked very old, covered with spots of rust, and the place where the lock should have been locked was empty. Caesar frowned slightly, and was about to open the box, but Anthea stopped him.

"Such a precious thing, you'd better find a place where no one is around to look at it." Anthea left after saying this.

So Caesar returned to the house alone with the box.

When opening the box, Caesar hesitated a little. He didn't know what Qi Weilen would leave him... However, when the contents of the box were displayed in front of his eyes, Caesar was stunned.

Inside the box were sheets of parchment full of words. The handwriting on them was somewhat blurred, and it could be seen that it was old. At the bottom of the box, there was a beautiful necklace.

What's this?Caesar picked up the parchment inside with a surprised expression. The writing on it was very familiar to Caesar—it belonged to his brother who had lived with him for more than ten years.

"I don't know what to do. Why are there so many hopeless things in this world? Caesar, why did you leave me in this way? Is this God's punishment for our incest? I don't know if I still How long can it last...but you gave me this life, so I must live."

"The weather today is fine, but I'm not happy at all. Are you cold over there? Are you hungry? Will you feel lonely without me? My dear brother, they call me Caesar, which is very good, Because of this I will never forget you. If there is an afterlife, I believe I will make the right choice."

There are still many such words, all of which are full of despair. Caesar shook his hands after reading it for a while. At this time, his first reaction was——this thing is forged, and he is going to find Anthea settle accounts.

However, after reading the thick parchment, Caesar fell asleep. He leaned back on the chair and fell asleep in such a drowsy state without even blowing out the candle.

"Caesar! Caesar!" The man who looked exactly like Noelson held the adult Caesar in his arms, his clothes were stained red with bright red blood, but he still held the man in his arms tightly: "Don't leave me, don't leave me……"

Caesar stared blankly, as if he was watching a play—what are these things in front of him?

"Your Majesty." A brown-haired man stepped forward and grabbed Noelson, who refused to move: "My condolences."

"Go away." Noelson's voice was as cold as ice: "Go away!!!"

"..." The man was so frightened by Noelson's ferocious expression that he let go of his hand. He took a few steps back, but in the end he didn't say any more.

"Caesar, my life belongs to you." Picking up Caesar's body, Noelsen's expression of despair and pain finally disappeared, his eyes were extremely numb, like a doll that had lost its soul: "I will live for you go down."

So Noelson really lived for Caesar, he executed all those who killed Caesar, flayed their skins, made cushions, and pushed all those who participated in the rebellion to the guillotine... …also changed his name to Caesar.

The man who died in the rebellion became Knowlsen, and the one who lived and ascended the throne was Caesar.

Caesar initially thought that these images were just his own nightmares, but when he saw Noelson began to write words on the parchment one by one, he realized that this might not be a dream, but a prophecy.

It prophesies the tragic future of him and Noelson, one will die in his prime, and the other will live but live better than death.

Knowlsen, who changed his name to Caesar, never married, and death was more like enjoyment for him.

"Caesar." Knowlson, who had become old, stroked Caesar's tombstone: "I can finally come to you...have you..." Missed me?Or, hated me?

Caesar thought that if the person under the tombstone was really him, then he must not have hated Knowlsen, and would even be happy...to die for him.

All the pictures ended here. Caesar opened his eyes and saw the familiar roof and the parchment on his chest. He raised the iron box to his eyes with trembling hands, and finally hugged it tightly. inside.

If that was a prophecy—he would definitely not let the future develop like this. He wanted to accompany Noelson and go through the journey of a lifetime with him, instead of leaving Noelson halfway, leaving Noelson alone to die.

With such a belief, Caesar finally decided to accept the throne offered by Kerwin. He knew clearly that if someone else took the throne, the situation for him and Qi Weileng would be even worse.

XXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXXX "Caesar?" Qi Weileng looked at Caesar in a daze, and blurted out.

"Huh?" Caesar lowered his head and saw Qi Weileng with an ugly face. He smiled: "Brother, do you dare to say...dream of history that has happened before?"

"Yes." Qi Weileng took a sip of hot soup with a bowl in his hand, he hesitated for a moment before saying: "...Aren't you surprised?"

"Of course I was surprised." In fact, as long as Qi Weileng didn't try to leave Caesar, he would enjoy Caesar's extremely gentle treatment—he was completely different from the Caesar who forced him.

"Brother." Caesar wiped the water stains from the corners of Qi Weileng's mouth with a handkerchief, and said fondly, "What did brother dream about?" He was curious whether Qi Weileng and his dream were the same scene.

If it was said that Qi Weilen might have had a cold war with Caesar for a long time because of Caesar's coercion, then the sudden dream at this time completely opened the gap between him and Caesar, and he stammered: "I dreamed ……you are dead."

Caesar held Qi Weileng's hand: "What else?"

"And..." Qi Weileng's eyes dimmed: "I... ascended the throne." The history and dreams in memory interspersed with each other, and Qi Weileng could no longer tell who he was.

"Really." Caesar's tone was light, as if he didn't take Qi Weilen's words to heart at all, he touched Qi Weileng's forehead, and found that there was no sign of overheating: "Is there something wrong with that brother?"

"I...I..." Unexpectedly, Caesar didn't care about his words, Qi Wei was stunned: "Do you think I'm joking?"

"Of course not." Sitting beside Qi Weileng, Caesar smiled: "Because of my brother's dream, I have had it many years ago."

"..." Qi Wei widened his eyes in surprise.

"Whether it's the future or the past." Caesar said slowly, "I won't let it become a reality again."

"..." Qi Wei was dumb, he saw a firm look in Caesar's eyes.

"Brother." Caesar stretched out his hand and pressed the ambiguous red mark on Qi Weileng's neck: "Trust me."

For some reason, Qi Wei was inexplicably relieved, he put down the bowl in his hand, and lowered his head.

"My brother hasn't answered my question yet." Caesar felt that Qi Weileng's face was very ugly, he frowned, and asked worriedly: "Is there really nothing wrong?"

"No." Qi Weileng said no, but his whole body was feeling uncomfortable.After the high-intensity sex, almost every muscle in him was aching. He had ignored it because of the shock of the dream, and when he calmed down, he realized that he felt uncomfortable even when he moved.

Caesar saw the change on Qi Weileng's face, he chuckled lightly, and hugged Qi Weileng into his arms.

"Let me go!" Although the truth in the dream changed Qi Weileng's view of Caesar, he is still very unaccustomed to having such intimate contact with Caesar... These actions will remind him of what happened before... those things .

"Brother." Caesar yelled aggrievedly, but he didn't have any thought of letting go of Qi Weileng at all. He gently kneaded Qi Weileng's waist to help him relieve the soreness there.

"You..." Qi Wei Leng was very unnatural. He wanted to push Caesar away, but found that Caesar was motionless under his powerless refusal. It seemed that his behavior was more like a refusal to welcome, but in desperation , Qi Weileng had no choice but to give up.

"If brother, I don't want to leave me." Caesar's long eyelashes drooped, casting a beautiful shadow: "I will be good to brother..."

"..." Qi Wei Leng didn't know what to say—of course he knew the meaning of Caesar's words, and it was nothing more than telling him that if he was obedient, Caesar would also maintain a gentle attitude.

"Is brother used to keeping a diary?" Caesar suddenly asked an inexplicable question.

"...En." Qi Weileng answered absently.

"Written on parchment?" Caesar seemed to be interested in this question.

"What's wrong?" Qi Wei gave Caesar a strange look.

"...Can you show me?" Caesar shamelessly made this request.

However, to Caesar's surprise, Qi Weileng actually agreed, not only worried, but also agreed very readily - nonsense, all written in Chinese, even if Caesar read it, he couldn't understand it!