chapter xiii - undercurrents

　　What was said later, he could not remember. 　　Only remember a cup after a cup of drink, nine micro days of gossip, but his mind is always floating in the pale and indifferent face of the whole year. 　　Thin shoulders, thin waist, deep as the pupils of the dark night, cold and beautiful voice hovering. 　　In the haze, someone is smiling and laughing, gently pouring a cup and a cup, he did not realize that he drank more. That cold, ruthless, cruel and wise, always the same child-like woman, occupies all the thoughts. He didn't know what kind of complicated feelings he was feeling, but he couldn't stop obsessively. 　　Looking at the person who fell down drunk on the soft seat, Jiu Wei sighed lowly. Leaning down to carry him to the couch, turned his head and coldly commanded. 　　"Take good care of him, don't spit out half a word about tonight's events." 　　Smoke Rong converge makeup said yes, he swept a glance, and sighed again, as when he came through the window and disappeared into the deep night color. 　　The beautiful woman closed the window casement and sat on the edge of the bed gazing at the sleeping man, reaching out to caress the slightly furrowed brow, moving inch by inch across the handsome young face. 　　"Is she so beautiful?" 　　"You all read of her, one two ...... three ......" 　　"Even dreaming ...... about her ......" 　　The almost murmuring voice disappeared, stripped off his long black boots, draped the veil, and sprinkled a handful of tranquilizing incense in the stove. 　　Fragrance scattered into the quiet night, the last trace of light is also extinguished, the sinking darkness annihilated everything. 　　Wake up, a moment confused where. 　　Curtain low hanging, red pillow brocade coverlet, body also sleep a clear and beautiful people. 　　He suddenly sat up, hangover headache came unexpectedly, could not help but shake a little. A pair of warm and soft hands to help his forehead, and lifted the quilt to get up and pour a cup of warm sobering soup. 　　"Gongzi drank too much last night." 　　He received the jade cup numbly, not daring to look at the delicate face under the morning light, yesterday's memories flooded into his mind one by one, almost cursing out in chagrin. Damn Jiu Wei, if not him, how could he be drunk here for the night. 　　"I ...... can have ......" he asked can not come out, only feel the face gradually hot. 　　Li Ren hid her mouth and laughed, kindly providing the answer. 　　"Gongzi drunk too much, just sleep, nothing." 　　He was instantly relieved in his heart and felt guilty again. 　　"I apologize for disturbing the girl." 　　"What are you saying, the Mei Garden is originally a place to seek pleasure." The slender jade hand rolled up the plain curtain, and the room gradually brightened up. "I just hope that the gentleman can often come to sit down, although smoke and Rong can not solve the sadness, accompanied by playing the qin and enjoying the song is also good." 　　In front of the window, the long hair hanging shoulder, sweet and charming, like a flower that can be picked by the king. 　　Than the distant and inaccessible that person, embraced in the arms of the temperature is the most real, perhaps this is the nine micro arrangements here to meet the deep meaning? 　　He was momentarily stunned. 　　The clear pool of the water hall reflected a faint light in the morning sun. 　　The surface of the pool gave birth to a mist, misty and dense, diaphanous and hazy, cool silk soaked with the lapel. Stepped over the pool bridge, turned into the inner hall, suddenly fixed his feet. 　　Corridor of the banks, layers of flowers above. 　　A small silhouette sitting on the bench under the corridor. 　　The morning wind blowing, snow-white skirt gently raised, Ling Ding and silent, like a constant silhouette. 　　Flowers scattered under the chair, piece by piece. 　　Slender fingertips were dyed bright red by the flower juice, as if they had never felt people, slowly pull down a piece of mouth. 　　Jia night love flowers, ordered to move all the flowers of the old flower garden. 　　She rarely pick flowers, occasionally have the habit of eating flowers, pull off a few slices to taste, do so when the mood is mostly bad. 　　Approached to see, only to find that the hem of the skirt has long been drenched by the fog, I do not know how long I have been sitting, black hair plastered on the forehead, face white almost transparent. 　　"You ......" 　　Black eyes stained with the slight moistness of the fog, like translucent jewels, ethereal cool. 　　After only one look, he stopped his mouth, not knowing what to say. The distance between them was this distant and detached, never being able to figure out what Kaya was thinking. 　　The chair is a little high, her feet hanging in the air, snow-white feet lightly swaying, toes round and small, very showy, not as wide as a palm of an adult. 　　The bottom of the foot is a bit muddy, on the soft white delicate skin is particularly obtrusive. 　　I don't know what kind of magic, he bent down his left knee, with the sleeve of his coat for her to wipe clean, his fingers touched the ankle cold, she shrunk, but did not avoid, let him wipe. 　　Small feet connected to the fragile ankle, beautifully curved legs, like jade carved, but also like jade without heat, if not in the palm of the soft and smooth, it would be like an inanimate object. 　　Hold for a long time, a blank mind, cold feet as if a little bit of temperature. 　　Suddenly in the palm of an empty, her bare feet jumped off the bench, skirt fluttering trailing the ground. 　　Treading through the flower branches messy, whisked through the square brick pavement, in an instant will have gone away. 　　Only left a red ground, flowers and leaves in disarray, as if a dream in the morning. 　　Kaya seldom acted with hesitation, but this time was different. 　　After the King of the Church ordered her to do so, she followed the order on the temple, but came back to think for a long time. One after another, she opened and read the information sent by various countries, repeatedly scrutinizing and pondering. 　　"What are you worried about?" 　　Hearing his question, she straightened up and signaled him to close the door. 　　He casually covered it up, his mind in wonderment; rarely had he seen her so deliberate. 　　"The timing isn't right this time." 　　"What do you mean?" 　　"The current situation in Kamez is complicated, and the assassination of the left minister is by no means the unusual family feud that Yaris said it was." The slender finger pointed at the secret reports scattered all over the case, "The King of Guzi is old, he favors the youngest son born to his side consort, and the eldest son, Chiju, who is coldly supported by the courtiers, wants to abolish the eldest and set up the youngest, and this is exactly the direction that the Teaching King expects to go." 　　"Chiju many years in the army training, heroic and resolute, to the age of tribute has long been dissatisfied, once he succeeded the throne, it will be difficult to control, tortoise army well-trained, swarthy and brave, if the forced assassination of the loss is too large, should not be hard to do. So the teachings of the youngest son of the side consort to support." 　　The youngest son is not supported by the courtiers, only to the relatives, in order to consolidate the status of the devil must be obedient to the words of the religion, so that the ministers can be crowded out of the opposition, due to self-preservation and become the puppet of the king of the religion will be just around the corner, just by the finger planning, that is, easy to reduce a tricky potential threat, this kind of tactics, the night of Jia is very skilful. 　　He understands in his heart, but in his mouth he just asked lightly. 　　"The left minister is which side of the people." 　　"His original position is in the center, impartial, that's why the god king will indulge Yaris's request, anyway, killing him can warn and establish authority, forcing some wavering wait and see courtiers to make a decision." 　　"But it will likewise irritate the conservative side, making them even more hostile to the Pope and turn to support Akatsuki." 　　"That does seem to be the case now." Kaya coldly smiled. "Coincidentally, I just received a secret report that the Left Minister has ties with the Gumo Kingdom, and had obstructed the military and political plans of the Great Prince of Kamez many times." 　　"Gumo? Wasn't there a war with Guze several years ago." 　　"He was probably bribed by Gumo, so he deliberately hindered him, and even advised the Guezi Lord to cut down his army and take away Chiju's military power." 　　"Sounds like a character who is beneficial to us." He was not without slight sarcasm, this kind of inner minister who betrayed the country for the sake of profit was something that Kaya had always been good at utilizing. 　　"He hides it well, on the surface he is loyal beyond measure, as if he has total concern for the people's livelihood as his priority, and he is Chiju's uncle, so he is deeply trusted by the lord of the country." She slightly regretted, "If I had known that, I would have been better off just buying him out, I guess he felt that this nephew was too shrewd to handle." 　　"So the death of this real uncle is instead good for Akatsuki." 　　"Removing a family thief, and stirring up the hatred of all of Guzi towards the Teaching King, there is still ample reason to reorganize armaments and make military efforts, and vocally overwhelm the youngest brother, it is really a one-two punch." She lightly commented, not without appreciation. "Sacrificing Yaris if it is a ploy of the Red Art, but I am not surprised at all." 　　"I'm afraid it's not a good time to go to Kamehameha." 　　"Very ...... bad." Kaya muttered, "More likely is that Akatsuki will hang my head over the city to proclaim it to the Cult for all eternity of submissiveness." 　　He colored slightly and watched her pace the room, hesitant. 　　"What an opponent this time." 　　"How about I go kill him." 　　Kaya raised her eyes and thought for a moment. "No, at this time he must be very tightly guarded, the possibility of success is not very high, and even kill the important ministers, provoking the Guzi nation to share the same hatred is even more difficult to clean up." 　　"Then tomorrow to the temple to report to the god king, first take Yaris?" He knew in his heart that the chances of success were not great. 　　"Yaris dared to enter the Church, is between death, holding the heart of certain death, at this time there is no evidence, just based on speculation is not enough to move the King of the Church's favor, how can I talk." 　　Left and right can not, the king of the sect also ordered Jia night personally to go to the tortoise, this trip dangerous can be imagined. He lowered his eyes and stared at the map on the desk. The room was silent, and after a long time, a thought vaguely surfaced. 　　He suddenly got up, and Jiayi came to the side of the case at an unknown time, his cool black eyes gazing at the same target. 　　An imperceptible smile appeared on his lips. 　　"Tomorrow, we will go down the mountain and go to Gumo first." 　　"I'll go with you." 　　Jia Ye raised his eyes in slight surprise, "No need, I'll just bring two of the six wings along." 　　"I'll go." He insisted in a rare manner. 　　Kaya was quiet for a long while. 　　"As you wish, instruct them to get things ready a bit."