Chapter 53: How can the July Flower puppy obtain the only love of its owner? ...
Ye Yanze knew why he chose to come back now. The catastrophe was coming, and he had to take the initiative. The improvement of Gaya's situation did not mean that the catastrophe would be eliminated.
The elemental erosion is getting worse every month, and the activities of the northern monsters have reached a point where they can no longer be ignored. Hilt's old house collapsed in the attack a few days ago.
On the contrary, in the south, because Zelsa had foreseen and taken precautions in advance, the situation was better than ever before. Only the problem of elemental erosion could not be solved. At least there were no large-scale attacks that caused great losses.
Luther had to go to the northern territory to calm the situation. He originally wanted to take Ye Yanze with him, but fierce opposition suddenly emerged at the joint meeting. Luther looked at Zelsa who entered the joint meeting and occupied half of the seats.
The meeting was deadlocked for a whole week, and finally the news leaked out. Outside the temple, people were sitting in silent protest, begging His Royal Highness the Son of God not to leave the capital at this time.
Luther clenched his hands and pulled the curtains shut, his face rarely looking so gloomy.
"He did it." Luther put his arm around his waist, smelled his scent, touched the ring on his hand, and softened his tone a little. "The more this is the case, the more I can't leave you here."
"He wants to stage a coup." Ye Yanze was completely sure. He patted Luther on the shoulder and said, "For political reasons, he wants me to stay and finally recognize the legitimacy of his coup. If I'm not here, his coup cannot be considered successful."
Luther sneered: "I'm afraid he is 100% motivated by personal considerations. He wants to do whatever he wants to do to you."
Ye Yanze didn't think so. He slowly sat on Luther's lap and leaned on his shoulder: "He won't do that."
"Everyone knows that I am your lover, and the engagement is legitimate. You represent the most powerful family at present, and he cannot challenge you. He can't do anything. Should a civilian emperor who just came to power through a coup bear the crime of forcibly taking the lover of the head of the Hilt family and blaspheming the Son of God from the very beginning?"
"He now understands what is important and what is not, and he knows exactly what he will face. At this time, he cannot withstand any suspicion from the nobles or questioning from the common people."
He was also reborn, and no one knew it better than the two of them. Just after autumn, when the cold winter came, the first big crack appeared above the royal capital.
It was a truly disastrous disaster, with millions of civilians killed or injured, and half of the capital reduced to ruins.
Luther knew that what he said was right, but his intuition kept warning him that the two of them were essentially the same.
"We can't delay this any longer." Ye Yanze knew the current situation in the north better than he did. He was the one who went there to deal with it in his previous life. "Luther, the sooner you go, the sooner you can return."
Luther was silent for a while, and finally took a deep breath, holding his thighs and kissing his lips. He was particularly impatient today, his high nose constantly rubbed his cheeks, his hands tightened, and the hot breath he exhaled was scorching.
Ye Yanze was exceptionally docile, his light eyelashes trembling, his lips parted and leaning slightly forward, he moved quickly, his cheeks and ears soon became wet and red.
Ye Yanze narrowed his eyes and slightly separated from him, their gazes entangled. The wet red tip of his tongue had just been retracted, and there seemed to be still a line between their lips.
Luther's appearance was much more delicate, his eyes were gentle and affectionate, his eyelashes drooped as he looked at him, but he did not hide his frank desire for possession.
He put his fingers in through the hem of his shirt and stroked his waist. It felt itchy and a little cold. Ye Yanze tensed his muscles in an instant.
Luther kissed his ear, listened carefully to his breathing, and played with his fingers over and over again.
The acquiescence and obedience of the Lord lies in the ring on his hand.
"If he lays hands on you, I'll know."
Ye Yanze didn't understand, so he subconsciously turned his head to look at him, put his hot cheek against his, and asked him in a muffled voice: "What?"
Luther laughed softly, stretched out a hand to touch his smooth long hair, and continued in a low voice: "He is the same."
Ye Yanze didn't hear clearly, and lay on the bed with his collar open. The bed curtains around him fell, and Ye Yanze's legs shook subconsciously. Luther didn't comfort him, but just focused on his own work, fiddling with a few silk ribbons with his eyes downcast.
Luther rarely showed his ferocity directly. Most of the time, he liked to coax people. Although coaxing was more appropriate, it always made him happy whether it succeeded or not. He also talked a lot, even though he was not a talkative person.
Ye Yanze looked at the face so close to him, the redness in the eyes, the sweat on the forehead, the flush from exercise and the blue veins on the temples from endurance, all intertwined into an ups and downs rhythm.
Autumn has arrived, and the night wind is still very cool. Ye Yanze can hardly open his eyelids. The hand with the ring on it is held tightly by him. He sees the moon outside the window in a trance. The halo makes him dizzy. Then he realizes that he is being pulled to lean on his shoulder.
The quilt was crumpled into a ball and kicked away, and Ye Yanze hid in his fortress of pain and joy to draw warmth.
Luther held his waist, breathing deeply and shallowly, stroking his sweaty back quietly, tidying up his long hair bit by bit, gathering them together lovingly and lifting them up.
Luther kissed his shoulder and kindly advised him, "It's okay, sit down and rest for a while and you won't be tired anymore."
Ye Yanze buried his head and bit his shoulder, refusing to do anything. Luther couldn't bear to see him get tired, so he let go of his other hand and tickled his curled toes.
Ye Yanze was ticklish, and he almost screamed out loud before sitting down to rest, but he shed a string of tears reluctantly.
Looking sideways, the moon seems to be wet.
The water in the bathtub in the bathroom overflowed onto the ground. Zelsa huddled in it with her eyes closed, her black hair wet and sticking to her cheeks. Her brows were furrowed as if she was having an uneasy dream, but in her eyes that slowly half opened, there was a lingering hot flash.
He reached out his hand blankly to touch his shoulder, but didn't feel the mark where it should be. His chest and abdomen were wet, but it was just the water in the bathtub, which meant nothing.
He stood up and stood barefoot on the tiles, the heat on his hot cheeks had not subsided, and the diffuse heat outlined the lines of his sturdy body. He lowered his head and frowned, thinking of a flushed face and light purple eyes full of water, which always looked so moving.
But he is a complete liar, a liar who is cruel but good at making others soft-hearted.
There was the sound of dripping water, and apart from the smell of steam and warm shampoo, a strange odor dissipated from the half-open window.
*
"Go back and sleep a little longer." Luther led the horse and whispered to Ye Yanze. His eyelids were still a little red and swollen, and he couldn't hide his sleepy look. When he looked up at him, he was also unhappy.
"Be careful, go early and come back early." Ye Yanze's eyelids were heavy, but he still cheered up.
Luther took off the white gloves on his hands, touched the corners of his eyes, and then whispered to him: "Don't go back to the temple for the time being. Tell Ed to get anything you need. There are people left at home, so be careful."
"Your Excellency is leaving today, how come there is no news at all?"
Zelsa was dressed in a black suit. He had been awarded a title, but he didn't like wearing those things, and he had never worn a medal. He wore a rose on his chest as usual.
Luther stood in front of Ye Yanze and nodded slightly, his eyes were cold, but he naturally didn't show too much on his face. Zelsa glanced at him, and the corners of her lips curled slightly, as if she liked the anxious expression on his face.
He had had this kind of expression before.
Zelsa looked at Ye Yanze behind him, bowed his head, and greeted him with a smile: "Your Highness."
"Your Highness doesn't look like he has had enough rest..."
"Don't bother, sir." Luther interrupted him. It was impossible for two people of almost the same height to look down on each other. The moment they looked at each other, they could see the murderous intent in each other's eyes.
"I am talking too much. Maybe I served His Highness too much in the past. As soon as I see His Highness, I think about how to make him feel more comfortable."
Zelsa curled her lips and smiled, not shying away from the word "serve", saying it like it was some kind of honor.
Ludra held Ye Yanze's hand, and the ring of power flashed a silver light, and it was wrapped around the base of his slender fingers, which was harmonious but also had a certain strange taboo color.
He didn't say a word, but lowered his head and kissed the back of his hand. Ye Yanze didn't look at Zelsa, but patted Luther's hand and whispered to him: "I will wait for you at home."
Luther understood that this was a promise to him, so he put his arms around his waist and bent down to kiss the corner of his lips.
"Be careful."
Zelsa actually stood steadily and looked at him, looking at the ring on Ye Yanze's hand.
Luther wanted to see him turn around before he set off, so Ye Yanze got on the carriage first. He looked at Zelsa who stayed where he was and did not chase him, and saw the undisguised ambition in his eyes, and whispered something.
"I advise you not to use any dishonorable means to keep him, otherwise you will regret it."
Zelsa chuckled, "I'll try my best."
Luther looked at him, a blue light flashed in his eyes, and Zelsa looked at that light and frowned subconsciously. In an instant, a voice appeared in his heart, which was different from his and Luther's voice, but he felt that it was his own.
The voice was even lower, and every word was firm, as if he was trying to tell himself with all his strength and engrave it in his heart.
"Don't hurt him. Whatever you do, don't let him cry again."
Zelsa was stunned for a moment. The more he thought about it, the more he couldn't grasp anything, until he completely forgot about it.
*
"Your Highness, according to the instructions of the Patriarch, the news of the Patriarch's departure has been spread."
Ye Yanze nodded, and Luther left one of the great wizards beside him, and he also moved into the old house, occasionally attending some royal court gatherings and joint meetings.
But he tried to go to the joint meeting as little as possible, and he would inevitably run into Zelsa on the way up and down. But in order to grasp the trend and to reassure the nobles, he had to go from time to time.
"Is Ed back?"
He sat by the window, with a few pieces of straw paper placed casually on the desk. They were all covered with intricate patterns that looked like magic circles, but not exactly like them.
"He has already brought back the things you asked him to bring, and he is waiting outside the door."
Ye Yanze nodded slightly and continued to draw two strokes.
"Your Highness... Is this the magic formation of the royal capital?" This great wizard was naturally very powerful and could see some clues.
“The direction seems to be different.”
Ye Yanze nodded slightly and handed over a piece of paper with only a part of the pattern on it.
"Can you tell what this is?"
“This pattern looks like ‘swallowing’”
Ye Yanze clenched his fingers and then slowly loosened them, and continued to ask him: "Have the patterns of these elemental powers been 'released'?"
The great wizard looked at it carefully for a long time, picked out one of them, frowned and said, "It is 30% similar to this one, but I still feel something is wrong."
Ye Yanze nodded and thanked him.
"Your Highness, are you researching these to understand the operating principles of the King's Capital's magic array link?"
Ye Yanze did not answer, but the great wizard thought for a moment and told him.
"The origin of that magic circle is unknown. It was originally abandoned. The previous king once summoned a group of mages to study the links in it."
"Later, only a few senior wizards continued. You know what happened later. They copied the link and activated the magic circle, but they only recognized the king's elemental power. Now that His Majesty has ascended to the throne, he has also been recognized by the magic circle..."
"Are you worried that the magic circle will change and only recognize Zelsa? Then he will have the leverage."
Ye Yanze just pondered, and then asked him: "Do you know which mages participated in the research back then?"
The Archmage was in a dilemma: "It's too early. Most of the mages were infected by the elements and have degenerated and died..."
"No, there is another one," he said, mentioning Saint Tropez.
"One of the mentors at St. Trobe, Wally, was involved, but he later withdrew of his own accord. He never spoke of it, but my mentor knew he was involved."
As he was speaking, there was a knock on the door. Ye Yanze stretched out his hand to signal him to stop talking.
"Your Highness, Lord Zelsa has sent a letter."
The great wizard immediately cast a spell to confirm that there was no tampering, and then handed it to Ye Yanze.
The cover was sealed with wax, and only his name was on it. Ye Yanze hesitated as he held the paper cutter. Zelsa had been very active recently, from the joint meeting to the royal court, and he had almost become the one who had the final say.
He had already transformed his rebel army into his regular private army at the joint meeting a few days ago, and had further requested that they be allowed to enter the royal capital.
This naturally touched their lungs. No one agreed and they all prepared for the worst. He actually stared at him, smiled, shrugged and spread his hands, as if compromising.
"Well, if you both don't want to, forget it."
Ye Yanze's eyebrows jumped. He was almost certain that he had brought people into the capital, but they didn't know it yet. He was completely unaware of this, and the people of Hilt knew nothing about it either.
Although Ye Yanze felt that Luther's worries were unfounded, he felt more and more uneasy as if he was out of control.
He thought about the current arrangements. Hope had already been killed, and Bella would be "dead" in a few days and arranged to leave. Eli was still in the territory and couldn't take care of himself. After the coup, he would be busy stabilizing the situation and would not be able to spare any time...
He opened the bright red wax seal with a rose printed on it, and found only a folded piece of paper inside, which contained only one sentence when he unfolded it.
"How can a puppy get the only love from its owner?"
An inexplicable chill ran from his fingertips to his heart, and he crumpled up the paper and threw it aside.
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