【Gillay】Beauty and the Beast

Chapter 13

His Majesty the Emperor realized that he was tired.

Generally speaking, this honorable majesty seldom realizes that he is tired. He always works at his desk until other people disturb him, or when there is no work for him to deal with, he will let himself rest.

But rare, he felt that he was indeed a little tired.

The emperor closed his ice-blue eyes, and tapped his temples with his slender, white fingers, as if he could drive out his fatigue and put all his energy back on the financial statement in front of him.

"call……"

The fatigue that was close to dizziness still clung to him, which troubled the people sitting in the gorgeous office.He frowned with fine lines.

The emperor knew he shouldn't be working in this state.Then he looked at the clock hanging on the wall, which consisted of a silver dial and a golden watch box, and there was a lifelike golden winged lion under the dial.

Ten thirty.

He simply stood up.At this time, his shoulders and back also made a faint protest sound, and this soreness was easily ignored by him like the fluttering of a butterfly's wings.

Putting the white quill in his hand into the ink cartridge, he walked towards the door of the room that symbolized the power center of the entire galaxy.

The emperor's hands are very beautiful.Not even the greatest gifted artist could really carve these hands, and not even the whitest jade and ivory can match the luster of these hands.

When these hands touched the doorknob carved with sweet-scented osmanthus and the sun, he remembered that he hadn't opened the door by himself for a long time.It is also a symbol of power.

Holding the doorknob and pushing it open, this action has become unfamiliar to the emperor, the supreme power in the universe.

The ruler known to the people as the Golden Lion Emperor pushed open the door, and the door was as heavy as it symbolized.

This forced him to use his strength to open it.

Open it, and the guards at the door will salute him, and the near servants will come over.

"I plan to go back to my room to rest now."

He was going to say so.And the near servant will show a happy smile.Then there is no need for him to order more, and everything about the emperor's return to the palace will start in an orderly manner.

So such a day will pass away immediately, and the emperor will stay in this world for another day.

but.

He suddenly found that after opening the door, the picture in front of him was not what he thought.

His first reaction was that his vision shouldn't be so dim.Then he found the reason. He stood at the door, but the room was very, very small, and he could see the end and see the whole picture almost without raising his eyes.

In the small space, the wallpaper and the floor are very gray and dark. Although they are clean, they are very old. The feeling of stains seems to linger like a shadow.The lighting from the windows is also very poor.This makes the whole room very dark.

Even after such a long time, he still recognized it all at once.This is Little Muzzler's room.

He doesn't like this room.

Standing in the room, he seemed to be reaching the gray ceiling.The clothes hangers and bookshelves in the room, as long as they are pushed lightly, they will make the sound of the old man's joints.It doesn't matter whether there are books in it or not, and that desk—it's okay for putting cakes, but it will soon have no place for books and materials.

At night, it becomes even more disgusting.

It would be dark here, with damp and night hovering around his back like snakes.

The only comforting thing is that this room is next to my sister's room.For little Mujere, this thin, ancient wall was the long gap between heaven and hell.

His Majesty the Emperor does not want to rest in this room.

And now that he's grown up, he can no longer call his sister in the dark, or walk barefoot into the next room with a pillow in his arms.

So he turned around and almost desperately held on to the crooked doorknob of the room. This doorknob has been like this since they moved here, and it needs to be lifted up and then twisted to the right .

With a rusty "click", he walked out of the room.

This room was a little strange to him, it was the same but a little different from before, and the lights became brighter.

The things inside are neatly arranged, and there is a faint vitality among the furniture.

He blinked, then recognized the brown ball in the box next to the bedside table.

A long time ago, he kicked it around, giggling and running after it.

It turned out that this was once the neighbor's children's room.

He and the kid were very close, so they often spent the night at each other's homes.The so-called good friends are probably true, he thought.

Because I didn't want to leave my sister at home alone, usually the other party came to my house, and the two slept together in the room surrounded by thick darkness just now.They will regard the bedding full of sunshine as their own castle, and bravely resist the threats of the outside world inside.

But occasionally, he would also come to this room.

There are honey cakes and hot milk delivered by the hostess.You can read books about dragons together.If you are not afraid of being blamed, you can also throw the ball inside.

When the owner of this room ran to the door and turned off the light, he would say "good night".

But then that person would laugh excitedly and climb onto the bed, and the two of them were exhausted from talking as if they hadn't spoken for a long time, and they didn't know when they would fall asleep.

Here is one such room.

He took a deep breath, sat down gently and slowly on the neat and clean bed, and then lay down quietly.

For a moment he thought he had fallen asleep.

But he soon realized that he didn't, his feet touched the bed, which forced him to curl up.The beds had a stale smell that had been left unused for a long time.

Even with frequent cleaning, the vitality of this room is still being taken away little by little.

He cannot rest here.

He has grown into a great adult and cannot rest in a little boy's room.

The emperor got up, and he opened the drawer at hand, and there was a stack of neatly arranged notebooks inside.

He looked at the name neatly written on it, and then untied the badge on his chest with his nimble and graceful hands.

There is a golden lion on the badge, and its wings spread out on the lion's strong back.

He gently placed the delicate badge on top and closed the small drawer.

He hoped that the little master of this room would like him.When he returned to this room, he could praise the gift loudly.

Then he took hold of the doorknob of this room, and for a moment he stopped himself, thinking he wanted to kiss it.

But he didn't.He looked out the window and found the room of little Mujere, and then he just pulled the doorknob and left the room.

Sometimes he wasn't sure if he really thought of it.

In fact, he thought he had actually dreamed of being here.In the not-so-spacious room, there are tables, chairs, and two beds.

Standard dormitory for students.

Here, the not-so-big bookcase, desk and wardrobe, as well as the bathroom, all courses and food are shared by two roommates. The only thing that separates them is the two drawers and the bedside cabinet.

He opened the drawer that belonged to him, and there were some materials he had sorted out in it, as well as a letter from his sister that he had carefully collected.

One of the occupants of the room had nothing more distinctive than that.In another adjacent drawer, he knew what was in it.

It's somewhat similar to my own, but there are also letters that I just finished to send home and letters from home.

He opened the bookcase. Usually, they would go to the school library to complete their studies and exam preparations together, so there were books that were not convenient to read in public due to book control.There is also a small medicine box inside, which is convenient for the teenagers to hide in the room secretly to treat the wound after they return home victoriously.

At the bottom of the pile of books, there are some medals for the first place in the school year and the prize books for the shooting competition.

Then there were only two neatly made beds left in this room.He always sleeps on the side near the window.

That way, the task of turning off the lights falls to someone else in the room, and then the roommate who always wakes up one step ahead will draw the curtains in the morning, and the sun will fall on him, and the A gentle voice woke him up together.

Of course the emperor cannot stay here.

He has been out of school as a chief for a long, long time.His teacher job has also been vacant for a very long time.

He worked up his courage and opened the drawer.

There are a dozen family books and a pen in it.He recognized it as what he had sent out one spring.

The recipient was barely used in front of him.It turned out to be put in a drawer.

It took him unexpectedly short time to press the doorknob and walk out of this room.

Wartime always has a special atmosphere.

This atmosphere spreads like particles in every corner. People can see it, smell it, and beat everyone's chest when their own heart beats.

This dry and strong smell is still very strong even in the room belonging to each soldier.

This made him recognize it immediately.

Standing in this room, he felt his veins throbbing gently.This reminded him of the evaluation of the world.

The emperor was addicted to war.

He suddenly felt like he was going to laugh.

war.war.war.

He opened the door.

The appearance of some rooms that he thought he had forgotten had actually been deeply imprinted in his heart.

The rooms that smell of guns and sweat and blood.

Rooms for garrison troops, and rooms on flagships.

Sometimes when he gets hungry at night, he and his roommate will keep a can or two of artificial protein in the cabinet.He also remembers that his roommate's coffee wasn't as good as hot cocoa.

Every time I eat an easy food package, I miss my sister's cake together.

Tired every day.

After cleaning up, I will fall into bed and sleep soundly.Those days passed in the blink of an eye, and the days accompanied by death.

When the emperor was a soldier.

At that time, he still had hundreds of billions of enemies, just like stars.No matter in front of him or behind him, these stars are scattered, pouring towards him like sea water.As long as you take it lightly, you will be completely submerged, not even a trace of air bubbles will be left.

And his companion is only one person.

When the emperor was a soldier, he only felt that he was omnipotent.

Anything can be done, anything can be achieved.He confides his ambition to the only person in the room.

To have the same dream as the only one.

The days mixed with blood, with the unique sweetness of rust.

The emperor knew that it was not suitable to rest here.This place is only suitable for continuous advancement, tireless advancement, to get what you want.

rank, power, status.Everything that can be obtained is in the bosom.

Here, there is no rest.

The army's special sensor door realized that the people in the house were about to go out, and after a beep, the door was opened.

There is a sofa in the room, the sofa surrounds a table, and there is a cake on the table.

Since it had been out of the oven for a while, it took on a mild just-right temperature.

Mr. Blonde in the room didn't want to eat this cake.

He doesn't need to forgive anything.

Then he walked to the side of the living room shared with the renter.

There is a room that belongs to him to sleep and rest.

He opened the door and found a familiar room inside.

In a clean and elegant room, the floor is covered with a soft carpet, even if military boots step on it, it will not make too much noise.There is a CD box in the corner, and there are bursts of gentle music coming from it.

His fair swan, the chambers of Buren Hill.

The blond emperor sat on the leather sofa, and it was rare for him to feel that he was "back".

He thought he was safe.In fact, he has faced death threats here several times.But he knew he was safe here, safe from what he feared most.

He is familiar with every corner here, as if he knows himself.He has walked every inch of the ground here, touched every wall.

And the closed room next door.

The emperor knew that he couldn't stay here because the war was over.

He watched as the Queen of the Void landed at the first berth of the skyport.It's like putting an incomparable pearl into a treasure box.

He walked out of this pearl.

He was greeted by a luxuriously decorated reception room.

He found a nice bottle of wine in the cupboard.It was a bottle of red wine from 410 in the Old Imperial Calendar.

He dropped the bottle of wine on the carpet.But that bottle was just rolled and intact.

He almost forgot about this room.But now he remembered again.

All—all light and heat fell into silence.

Together with this room, it turned into dust in the boundless universe.

The emperor fled.

He ran and opened the door.

The rooms became more ornate, elegant, and brighter than the next.

As the door opened, the place he reached became more beautiful and wider.But these rooms are just like white butterflies in spring, gliding past the corner of his eyes, and he no longer pays attention to the patterns in them.

It is a beautiful palace admired by hundreds of millions of people.

His Majesty's white cloak was raised in the air.Looking for a room where he can rest.

His hand rests on the doorknob carved with sweet-scented osmanthus.

Even if he already knew, that person wouldn't be in either room.

Even if Reinhardt already knew, that person would not be in any room anymore.

He opened the door anyway.

Even if he already knew.

The emperor woke up.He just fell asleep on the table for a while, he was really tired.

He lightly supported his forehead to prop himself up, only then did he realize that he had a fever.

He can't rest yet.

End