Dressed as the sword of a Babylonian tyrant

Four years later.

Across the banks of the Euphrates River, Babylon is known as the Gate of God.

The tall buildings are neat and orderly, and the tops of the buildings decorated with blue and golden bricks build the majesty and coldness of the ancient Babylonian city.

The bustling and lively streets are full of hawkers.

Young men and women walked around the stalls with smiles on their faces.

The fragrant smell of toasted bread permeates the whole street, making people feel hungry and drooling, wanting to buy two to try.

On the second floor of the tavern, a young man of seventeen or eighteen was looking down at the scenery below with his chin propped on one hand, with a smile on his lips.

Light chestnut hair is softly laid on his cheeks and forehead, a round red hat is pressed on the top of his head, and the upper and lower two wide-sleeved and wide-leg pants are the typical dress of a wealthy family in Babylon.

The ale and small pastries with reed straws were placed on the table untouched.

Sitting opposite the young man, the man who was not overly muscular but had a straight back and a serious face followed the other's line of sight to look down, but unfortunately he didn't find anything special.

"Why do you have to come to Babylon? It's a busy time now. Even if we don't break faces with Babylon, it's still dangerous after all."

The man slightly gathered the eyebrows.

And the eyes of the young man opposite him turned to the corners of his eyes, and after glancing at him, he re-entered the scenery outside and said something irrelevant:

"The last time I came here was four years ago."

The man was startled.

Then he restrained his expression of disapproval as if thinking of something, and instead began to comfort the master in front of him.

"What happened in Babylon did hurt you a lot. Without that incident, you might not have lost so much and experienced so much, but you have also gained unimaginable gains. Both good and bad are over, please You don't mind, you will have better everything in the future."

"Mind?" The young man was startled and then smiled, "I don't mind, I'm very happy."

happy? ?The man was stunned: "Didn't you say that your brother, Prince Solad, was murdered and died from Babylon?"

"of course not!"

The young man with clear blue eyes and a gentle face poked his chin and smiled with a mouthful of white teeth.

"I'm talking about the time I met my first love in Babylon."

man:"……"

So when you come to Babylon, not only do you not miss your elder brother, but you miss your little lover back then? !

Is this really what the king did, Ai, Lan, Your Majesty, Your Majesty!

Alan, who had just sat on the throne, smiled and said in a nostalgic tone: "That is the pillar that supported me from the mud to climb to the throne. Well, I don't know how he is doing with the king of Babylon now. He has a bad temper. Gotta figure out a way to get him into my harem—"

"and many more!"

The man who was hit hard again looked at his master in disbelief.

"King of Babylon? Could the first love you mentioned—"

"Ah." Alan said nonchalantly, "He belongs to the king of Babylon, for now."

The man sitting in the tavern in the royal city of Babylon was silent for a moment, thinking: I asked why it was not 'she' but 'he' first?Or drag Wang Xian, who ran over to deliver the head, back to Assyria?

Maybe guessing the subordinate's mind, Alan said: "Don't worry, I'm not stupid. Besides, the invitation letter for the coronation ceremony has been sent to Babylon, and we will meet at that time."

You should have not forgotten me.

right, corner~

Xilik put the papyrus just developed this year on the table, and the latest news was written on the slightly yellowish and brittle paper:

'The former king of Assyria died, and the little prince Ailan will inherit the throne. '

"Invitations for the new king's enthronement have been sent to all countries. We have not broken our face with Assyria. Diplomats can go to ordinary celebrations, but I'm afraid you will need to go there in person for this kind of celebration." Mossa said.

The man on the throne hummed lukewarmly when he heard the words. The past few years have not diminished but become more powerful.

Because he lacked the companionship of a small thing, it was obvious that this noble king was not in a good mood.

As Wang Fenyou's assistants, Xilic and Mosssa had long been familiar with the king's character, and they looked at each other as usual and listed the hidden dangers and routine arrangements of this matter one by one.

Xilik gestured with his fingers: "The celebration will be held in half a month. Except that it will take about seven days to go from Babylon to Assyria by water, we still have eight days to prepare the guard of honor, personal guards, bodyguards, dark guards, Assassins, maids and personal cooks, etc."

Moshisha nodded: "In order to prevent the assassination of those who are interested, not only the chef, but also the person who tested the poison. As for the assassin and the maids, the dozen or so maids I have placed beside Jiao to protect Jiao are all excellent Babylonians." Female assassins, they are competent enough."

Xilik nodded: "That's right. The personal guards need 200 people, and the bodyguards need about 1 people. It's not good to bring too many, and it can't guarantee the king's safety if you bring too few."

"Assyria has just ended the turmoil, and the new king is in a hurry to take the throne. They may not do anything."

"That also needs to be brought, don't forget that there are other countries that will go."

There is only one king in Babylon. Although there are as many sons as there are old princesses in the royal family, their king has no adult heirs.

Xilik rubbed his brows, and said to Mossa in a voice that only two of them could hear: "You don't know how much hatred our king has caused in diplomacy."

At least, he is the kind of at least that there is no cap.

80.00% of the kings of dozens of countries in this land have been ridiculed by their kings face to face!

Mossa, who also thought of this, was silent for a while, and smiled wryly: "Okay...you are right." Then she turned her head and asked the master on the throne: "What do you think?"

"Just do as you say."

The upturned amber eyes showed a little impatience, and Sartu didn't take the minister's worries to heart.

"Go down if you have nothing else to do."

"Yes. At your command."

"My minister retire."

The two assistant officers wisely picked up their respective work, bowed back with a thick stack of papyrus, and went to implement all the arrangements.

When the people left, Sartu looked at the old female official Latas who was quietly waiting for the call by the pillar, and asked, "Where's the horn?"

The old female officer Latas said with a smile: "Master Jiao is still furnishing the rooms in the side hall."

Sartu raised his eyebrows, "Where is he still?"

"Yes, the maid said that she hasn't left since morning."

The handsome king of Babylon was unhappy because his wife neglected him and valued his children too much.

He stood up and walked down the steps, leading a large group of maids and guards towards the side hall.

This year is the fourth year, and it is also the year when Bain and Bain agreed to send the child.

Since the New Year in Babylon, his horns have been restless.

Obviously he is still a little guy, but he keeps thinking about when the child will come.

Moreover, he chanted it while eating, chanted it when he was with him, and even asked suddenly when he was doing it: "Sartu, why don't we do it, what if the child comes to see it at this time, it would be bad." '

Sartu, who is on the verge of hearing the words:? ? ?

Sartu, who has been rejected four times and is on the point every time: ... Heh.

Pushing the little thing on the table and bullying it several times, and finally regaining some dignity as a husband and monarch. After successfully making the little thing cry again and again and never daring to refuse, Sartu thought that the matter was over.

Unexpectedly, after only two or three months, the little thing started to work on arranging the child's room again.

no kisses this morning,

Didn't accompany me to dinner at noon today,

Did not accompany the king to discuss politics this afternoon——

Gee!

In recent years, the king of Babylon, who has not been tired of young people falling in love with beautiful women over time, but has a stronger desire to monopolize young people, is tormented by jealousy because other people have his lover's eyes!

The melancholy anger burned all the way.

Sartu, who was exuding air-conditioning, took strides, and soon came to the side hall that was very close to the king's bedroom.

Because the royal palace should pay attention to the majesty and image, so there are few colorful decorations in other palaces except the harem.

And this side hall with white stone pillars, which covers a huge area and is close to the king's bedroom, originally belonged to the queen's side hall. Sartu rewarded it to Luolai, and now Luolai lived in it for the child.

The water-blue fabric replaced the thin white gauze, and it was made into a beautiful appearance with the white stone pillars. The pots of flowers to be planted are temporarily close to the pool, and the maid will plant them in the courtyard later.

The maids who were busy cleaning and replacing the gauze curtains and some furniture stopped to salute when they saw the king's arrival. Sartu raised his hand to let them continue, and he walked into the side hall.

The maids who were joking and joking were taken aback, and immediately withdrew their smiles and retreated to the side in fear.

Luo Lai, who was in the middle of the crowd, was stunned for a moment, and looked towards the door, only to find that the man's face was ugly, his expression was sharp, he was menacing, and he-he-he was so pissed off!

Why are you angry again?

Didn't I just shuffle, cough and coax you this morning?

Ever since she married into the royal family, the young Nai Lailai has understood a truth, that is, accompanying a king is like accompanying a lion!

In particular, Sartu is still a young lion in his prime, arrogant and bad-tempered.

If you don't pet it for a day, it will blow up like a static electricity explosion and show you with a hanging face!

Ugh.

Life is not easy, Lailai sighed.

Nai Lailai waved her claws to ask the maids to go outside first, then she opened her arms and made a hugging motion.

Come on baby!

hug!

The reserved and arrogant big lion snorted softly from his nose. He stood at the door for a while, expressing that he was not so easy to coax, but the sunken corners of his lips revealed the good mood he recovered instantly after seeing Luo Lai.

When Nai Lailai rolled his eyes and was about to withdraw his hand, the big white-haired lion came over, picked up Nai Lailai in a seemingly cruel but clingy manner, and touched Nai Lailai's little feet and tail with the tip of his nose and lips.

"You didn't accompany me today."

After rubbing for a while, the big lion complained like this.

The stupid author has bad eyesight. I didn't come to remember to edit the article. I will edit it tonight. Everyone will read it first.

In addition, I jumped directly to four years later, and let our male second appear on the stage, and the article will be over if it does not appear!

@甜酸小鱼干: Sweet and sour small fish is given to Trilobite x1 in "Wearing into the Babylonian Tyrant's Sword". 】