Aztec Eternals

A gust of breeze blew by, like a running cat, caressing the murals in the hall. It rang the wind chime in the corner of the room, and also stirred the king's thoughts. The wind chime is long, and the words of the knowledgeable elder are old and powerful. The lingering sound echoes in the empty palace, gradually dissipates in the wind, and falls into the heart of the king.

Hearing Jadiri's comment on the painting method of the mural, Shulot was stunned for a while, and looked at the most trustworthy samurai commander with a questioning face.

Berthard was always calm, but at this time his eyes were rarely straightened. He was born as a commoner and spent half his life in the army. He is really good at painting and art, but he doesn't know anything about it. Shulot hadn't attended a school for priests, and his priestly education was incomplete, and it wasn't much better either. The two warriors who were good at fighting looked at each other for a moment, and then the warrior commander whispered in a complicated tone.

"Your Highness, I have recorded that the painters did come from three places. As the sage said, the first two batches came from the Holy City and Lake West of the Alliance. The third batch of painters came from Mixtec."

The young king frowned slightly. He stood up from the seat, half turned around, looked at the mural in front of him, and concealed his changing expression.

In the political system of the Union, the holy city of Teotihuacan has been ruled by the branch of the Mexica royal family for three or four generations. The holy city family is connected by blood and culture, and is one of the most trusted direct descendants of the alliance center and the capital city in the lake. Askapochalco, west of Lake Texcoco, is the old capital of the Tepanek people. The Tepaneks and the Mexica are both of the same family as the Nahua people, married for generations, and share the same beliefs. Under the "will" of the Lord God, they have been integrated into each other for half a century, and now they have fully integrated into the Mexica ethnic group. These two city-states are loyal members of the alliance, respond to the call, obey orders, and are regarded as "our own people" in the alliance.

But Mixtec in the south is different. Although the Mixtecs surrendered to the Mexica Alliance under the conquest of Montezuma I and paid tribute on time every year, they have been a vassal of the Alliance for nearly 20 years. However, the alliance's control over the Mixtec people is still only maintained at the level of military deterrence and collection of tribute. The Mixtec Alliance has always maintained a completely independent political system, semi-autonomous diplomatic power, and unique beliefs in the cloud. Allying themselves with the Zapotecs, they covertly resist the effects of Alliance infiltration, let alone assimilation by the Alliance.

"The Mixtec people. They are far away, have a long history, and have unique culture and beliefs. In the field of art, they are indeed different from the various ministries of the alliance."

Xiulot pondered for a moment, resumed the management of his expressions, and then took the seat again. He looked at Jadiri, and instead of answering the other's question, he asked back with a smile.

"Facing the elders, I should frankly ask for advice. The direct descendants of the holy city, the backbone of the west of the lake, and the vassals of the south, the governance of the three-party alliance is indeed different. I don't know what the sages can teach me? With the various ministries of Prepeca, How is it related?"

Facing the young king's question, Jadiri smiled slightly. The wrinkles on his face stretched out like waves, his eyes shone like lake water, and his mouth spoke loudly like waves.

"Your Highness, do you want to hear the truth or lies?"

"Naturally it is the truth! I seek advice from the sages, no matter what they say, I only take what is beneficial. If it is beneficial to politics, I will definitely reward you!"

"Your Highness's mind is as broad as a bear's!"

Hearing this, Jadiri gave a loud admiration, and then continued to laugh.

"Your Highness, at my age, I don't ask for any rewards. I just hope that I can do something that will benefit the people of the ethnic group. Governance matters, on the one hand, depend on how the ruler treats the people. What is involved is nothing more than the classification of people, The number of people in each class, how many privileges they have, how much tribute they receive, and how the people below will go up. Then it is up to His Highness to decide how to deal with disasters in famine years and wars and turmoil. What is tested is the level of the politicians, and it also depends on the practices of the executors."

Shulot thought for a moment, then nodded for sure.

"The Prepecha people are my people. They are the foundation of the kingdom and the green leaves on the towering tree of gods. I will be kind and treat the Mexica equally! As for the ranks of nobles, warriors and commoners, taxation The proportion, I have my own plans, and I will not treat the civilians of Preepeca harshly."

"Your Highness, you soar like an eagle with the world in your heart. People from Prepeca, I would like to be your wings!"

Jadiri bowed his head and saluted solemnly. Then, with a serious expression, he said solemnly.

"Relying on the Yakata Pyramid, the sky and the earth are connected with each other. The sky looks at the earth, exerting thunder and rain; the earth also looks at the sky, rising clouds and mountains. The interaction between heaven and earth, another aspect of governance, is how the people view the ruler .The most direct way is to respond to the ruler's attitude."

Hearing this, a familiar word came to mind. Shulot thought for a moment, then suddenly remembered Chief Tarasco and the old militia. He said with some emotion.

"Heaven and earth interact, and the king and his subjects respond to each other. The king regards them as loving brothers and sisters, and they regard the king as a reliable parent; the king regards them as humble weeds, and they can naturally regard the king as an enemy."

Hearing this, Jadiri was startled. He opened his deep eyes wide, looked at the young king carefully again, and then said deeply.

"Your Highness, your benevolence is rare, but you need to use it sparingly, and only use it in the right place. The words you just said can come from the mouth of a poet or a nobleman, but they should not be uttered by a king."

"How the people look at the ruler is like how the weeds look at the sacred tree. They observe the color of the tree and find that it is similar to themselves, so they are close. This is the appearance, customs and habits of the ethnic group.

They listened to the rustle of the wind blowing through the leaves, like the rustling of the grass tips. This is a similar language, a discourse that can be communicated, and a graphic text that can communicate with each other.

They followed the natural order, born in spring, flourishing in summer, withered and yellow in autumn, but only the sacred tree was evergreen all the year round. This is the law followed by the people, only the will of the king is above all else.

They looked up at the height of the sacred tree and found that it went straight into the clouds, where the gods lived. This is the common belief, the respect for the king, and the worship of the gods

Customs, language, laws, beliefs, these His Royal Highness have long planned. From the rumors of the changes in the Mexica Alliance in the past two years, and from the traces that His Highness has arranged in the past few months, I know that there is a tall and clear sacred tree in His Highness's heart. "

Speaking of this, the elder Bozhi smiled again with deep meaning on his face.

"But when the weeds grow taller and more numerous, they need a new bond. This bond is not exposed, but hidden deep in the heart, under the weeds. There must be The spreading root system connects everyone together! They feel the root system of the sacred tree and trace the source of life, so they know that they are descended from the sacred tree, and they are children of the same origin of the sacred tree. They are in time Conceived together in China, it should be a whole with the sacred tree, and it should live and die together!

The ancient myths will be dusted by a long time, and the barren hearts will be blinded by the vague history. Someone must stand up and tell the inheritance to the people. At this point, the old man may be able to help. "

"The root system of connection forms a whole. Myth and history telling?. Good, very good! This is exactly the future I hope for!"

Xiulot thought for a while, and then his spirits lifted. He leaned forward, grasped Jadiri's old hands, and looked into the other's eyes sincerely.

"Also ask the sage to help me!"

Facing the king's sincere request for help, the smile on Jadiri's face finally spread. With a smile in his eyes, he asked deeply again.

"The whole that His Highness wants, is the delicious mushroom in the pine, or the tall pine itself? Is it a generation of people, or is it difficult for a long time?"

"What I want is naturally the people of all ages!"

The young king replied forcefully without hesitation.

"Okay! Then let's start from eternity, from a long time ago, and tell a long-lasting and credible story. Your Highness, do you still remember the purpose of inviting me here today?"

"The epic of the Prepecha people?"

Shulot paused, and pondered.

"The ancient books and murals are intact, in the stone castles around the palace."

"Your Highness, since that's the case, why don't we talk while walking?"

Hearing this, the young king nodded. He got up calmly and took Jadiri's arm again. This time, the wise elder smiled and calmly let the king support him. The two walked side by side to the back side of the main hall, where there is a bluestone passage leading to the stone castle group.

Bertard followed quietly behind with a few guards. He watched the conversation between the king and the sage, talking and laughing, and laughing heartily from time to time, there was a harmony of seeing each other and hating the late. The warrior commander stopped for a while, and a wonderful feeling came to his heart, which turned into his silent whisper.

"The eagle flying high in the sky attracts the attention of the mountains and forests, and also attracts hidden eyes. The king in the jungle is surrounded by a herd of beasts. From today on, the king will not only have loyal and brave tigers and leopards by his side, but also cunning and scheming ones." old fox"

Everyone walked away slowly and disappeared at the end of the passage. The breeze blew through the Palace of Winds, and the crisp sound of wind chimes echoed in the hall again. The guarding warriors were silent, only the brand-new murals on both sides remained ancient and solemn.

A few days ago, I was addicted to masturbating cats, unable to extricate myself. I quietly emerged, and I will work hard in June.