Chapter 12 Chapter Eleven

At dusk, the roofs and trusses of Hatang Sosa's house were all dyed bright red. The air was filled with the smell of smoke and blood.The whole valley was filled with shouts and cheers of victory.A few times, even the laughter of children and women, interspersed with a strange musical sound, a muffled flute mingled with the piercing singing of maidens and the endless beating of drums. Jia Boye didn't have the courage to cross the river again to join the celebration.On the river bank, his reddish-brown horse, head down, grazes among the corpses of the utterly routed Incas. Occasionally, his companions call him from beyond.Even Su Tuo himself yelled a few words on purpose to get his attention.Why didn't he go and have fun with them?Is he injured?

No, not a single drop of blood leaked from his veins.But he seemed to be hit by the cancer of the killing field. In the gradually deepening night, he saw his blade piercing the opponent's skin, cutting, drilling and killing. No, he wasn't hurt.But an unquenchable pain swelled in his chest.He misses Ana Maya.He wished her tender lips could press close to his face and kiss his eyes passionately.He wished he could wrap his arms around her that ached from fighting the enemy.He wished to hear her whisper words of forgiveness and sweet words to him. However, he knew that at this moment he was afraid to even say her name.He couldn't bear her eyes and touch at all.

After nightfall, Jia Boye finally called on his horses, and both of them waded across the river.The icy water rolling around his feet made him feel very comfortable.When he reached the opposite bank, he rode to a trot.He avoided all eyes, ignoring the cries of enthusiasm and the frantic cries of victory from all directions. When he arrived at the main square in the city, Almagro's subordinates, as well as the governor himself and the chief of Hatang Sosa, were taking out treasures from the Jialang house that was still emitting black smoke. As usual, dozens of plates, cups, masks, gold figurines piled up.Despite being covered in ashes, everything still glistened in the light of the torches.The Spaniard's eyes were brighter than before.Laughing wildly, they thrust the butts of their sword hilts into the air against golden plates melted and deformed by the fire, and gold plates salvaged by the slaves from the fire.The local Indians looked at them from a distance, stunned.

The expression on Mr. Francesco's face remained composed.He looked at the piles of gold as if he didn't notice them.His lips seemed to be whispering something under the impeccably trimmed mustache.Jia Boye didn't need to hear what he was saying to know that he was praying to the Virgin.In any case, Mr. Francisco never abandoned these old methods of his.He sacrificed his blood, his dead, his pain, and the joy of acquiring gold, all to the Virgin, in order to wash away his sins.Jia Boye really envied him for a few seconds. Mr. Francisco finally turned his head and found that Jia Boye was standing beside him, with both feet on the ground and the horse's rein still held in his stiff hands.

"Ah! You are here..." There was a trace of tenderness in his eyes. He carefully looked at Jia Boye from head to toe, looked again and again at his wet and torn shoes, the torn sleeve on the right side, and the half-wet and half-dry filthy coat stained with thick blood.When he saw his tired, bruised, scratched face and dull eyes, the governor's enthusiasm was gone, replaced by a playful squint. "You're in for a tough fight, kid! But from a coward's point of view, you're not doing too badly..." Jia Boye did not refute his compliment, nor did he refute the implied negation in Gonzalo's sarcastic remarks.Cold and exhausted, he turned to watch the men loading piles of gold into large wicker baskets brought by Indian women.

Then, suddenly, with a wave of his hand, the Governor made a sign to the trumpeter Algonciel. "Blow the assembly order!" he said calmly. Algonquiel blows his trumpet.The Indians in the village were all taken aback and backed away.Those Spaniards who followed here all the way from Cajamar joked with each other, where did the wailing sound get louder and louder, and even permeated the whole air, shaking the whole valley. "What happened, Mr. Francesco?" Jia Boye asked. "Those people whose corpses were cut into pieces by you are just a detachment. Their army has a total of 15,000 soldiers, and they are all gathered in the south six kilometers away from here. Now all soldiers and horses are going to bed and rest. Yes, I want fifty knights to follow them."

Jia Boye was unmoved. "I didn't mean you, child. Now, you should rest. Your day is over, have fun and enjoy the food and women our new friends have to offer..." The Governor stretched out his arms and hugged him tightly. There was a bitter sneer behind them, and they reluctantly let go. "What a ridiculous picture!" The upper body is very handsome, the front of the jacket is open, revealing the dirty and torn shirt, and the mouth is full of alcohol. Gonzalo Pizarro continued his sneer, with a pretentious look, and made a big gift on purpose. "Isn't it, brother, what you hold in your arms is a true hero!"

"But so are you, Gonzalo!" retorted the Governor, flaring his arms dramatically. "If the Governor gives you a hug to make you happy, I'll do it!" Ignoring the outstretched hands of the other party, Gonzalo turned and walked towards the cavalry regiment, who surrounded him, and continued to tease: "Gentlemen, please take off your hats! Because at last a vote of Indians has been slain, Mr. Jia Boye has been able to join our ranks. Welcome to join, you little bastard!" The governor's face turned green when he heard this insult, and the lines on his face were stiff, as if the words were directed at him.He stretched out his left hand to grab Jia Boye's wrist, pulled him hard, and at the same time opened his mouth slightly and uttered some words:

"Gonzalo, one day you will be poisoned by your own poison. When that day comes, I'm not sure I'll mourn for you!" Gonzalo's pretentious smile disappeared instantly.He looked at Don Francisco in surprise.He opened his mouth wide open to refute, but stopped because Jia Boye broke away from the Governor's palm and stepped forward to look him in the face. "You are right, Monsieur Gonzalo, there are some bastards here, but there has never been anyone so profane as you." When he turned to leave, Jia Boye no longer heard the laughter, only the ordering slogans to walk in unison.Mr. Francisco's tone became calm again, as if nothing had happened.

He deliberately took it easy as he crossed the square, but his body still ached from the afternoon's exertion.It wasn't until later, when he was about to walk back to his tent outside the village, that he caught a glimpse of the sedan chair of Chargucci's horse, surrounded by several soldiers.There were about six old officials behind the sedan chair, surrounding Anna Maya solemnly. After thinking about it for a while, Jia Boye rushed into an alley filled with the stagnant smell of stagnant water.In any case, he didn't want her to see him, because his shoes, his heart, and his eyes were still stained with the blood of all the Indians killed today.

The torches standing under Wu Xunu's steps make the pyramid's lines look swaying but hazy.Charleguzi closed his eyelids tightly, and ordered the bearers to go to the long torches filled with grease. Quietly, not even the sound of sandals slid across the floor, a dozen or so young boys advanced quickly.Since there were no stone rings on the nearest walls, they all stopped and gathered around the princes holding torches tightly. Now Ana Maya could see their faces clearly. There were nine of them in a circle around a coca-leaf-burning stove.Four old men stricken by journeys, two princes of Cusco, a governor appointed by Atahualpa, Shaleguzima and her—Kamakenkoya. General Xia Leguzima is the most admirable.Not a single line on his face revealed the pain he had suffered these weeks.He could neither walk nor eat, and still felt at the extremities of his extremities, which had been brutally burned at the stake in Cajamar.The maid who took care of him applied ointment on the wound every morning and evening, and changed the gauze covering the wound, but the deep wound continued to ooze pus, and the degree of festering was getting worse day by day, as if the whole body of this strong general was going to die. devoured. Even though he was sitting on a straw mat with his back leaning against a chair made of hay, and his whole body was covered under a big mandala, only his face was exposed, Anna Maya felt that he looked stronger and mightier than anyone present .It was he who asked them to come to the meeting, while the foreigners were feasting in some of the enclosures of the city which had escaped the fire, eating and drinking, celebrating their victories, and making fun of the corpses floating in the river. Xia Leguzima's eyes swept across the serious and silent faces in turn.After that, he stared sharply at Anna Maya.Under the light of the torch, the whites of his eyes were bloodshot red.For an instant she thought she was meeting Atahualpa's eyes again.But Charles Gouzima rolled his eyes and said in a loud voice: "We rushed forward like a group of blindfolded children, without courage or direction. Those foreigners wanted to attack the Holy City, and we took them by the hand to lead them! Besides, We know what they're trying to do there. Look around you: they want to take tribal strongholds, rob temples of gold. Yet, princes, from what I've seen on your faces and what I've heard I think you don't seem to care. The fate of the entire empire seems to have nothing to do with you!" One of the older princes interrupted him with a raised hand, and said in a shrill voice: "Your actions and ideas are all based on combat, Xia Leguzima, you only know some terms of force. When the divine power of Andi is with you, you may succeed. But today, you are weak and have to Obey those foreigners, what you say is only the words of losers. Please look at what happened today! Hundreds of your brave soldiers were all buried at the hands of foreigners, and they sent only a handful Centaur! Are you satisfied with this result? Their horses add strength to their arms, which you cannot do..." "Xia Leguzima, listen to the cheers of the citizens of Hatang Suosha!" Another old man screamed angrily, "Do you hear their singing and dancing? You want your soldiers to give This valley burned so that the foreigners saw nothing but ashes and smoke all the way! Listen, how happy the inhabitants of the whole city are now, and the foreigners not only emptied all the warehouses of the Inca kingdom, but even took the women as if They should belong to them! Don’t you want the Sifang Empire to see this scene?” "Enough!" ordered the most authoritative prince from Cuzco in a calm tone. "Arguing is useless." After a moment of silence enveloped the crowd again, it was broken by shouts and laughter from tents stationed close to the shore and along the city. The prince of Cuzco is plump, with protruding cheekbones and a dark brown complexion, so that the whole face looks like a faience urn.Under his gaze, Xia Leguzima still did not change his original intention.His gold earrings hung down to his shoulders, making a crisp sound.Under the criticism, he didn't bat an eye, and at this moment his jaw area looked bigger than that of a beast. "What Chaleguzima says is partly true," the Prince of Cuzco went on, "and I, Tisok Inca, agree with him when he says 'We are messing around like a bunch of blindfolded children. Go forward'. It's time to elect another one and only king. It's time for Andi to choose a new son from among us." Anna Maya saw all the elders bow their heads.Xia Leguzima showed a smile, quite disapproving. "I guess Prince Tysok wants a brother from his tribe to be favored!" "You don't have to rush to get angry, Xia Leguzima. The person who is favored must have the support of Father Sun and all the ancestors in the underworld. This is the key point of my request." "I'm surprised that you don't have any candidates in mind." Xia Leguzima made a grimace. "There are neither priests nor gods who can tell us the will of Andi and Kira. How can we choose a single king?" asked an elder who had remained silent until now. "Since the one and only king, Atahualpa, did not give the Borla turban to any of his sons on his deathbed, how should we choose?" "There's no need to choose at all," retorted Schaleguzma roughly. "Everyone knows that Atahualpa loves Yatok Zorba the most. He should be the one who, like his father, took the two Guryjink's Feathers on the forehead." The words of Xia Leguqima once again made everyone fall into deep thought.But this time the silence was intriguing.Several people turned to look at Anna Maya.She knew that they were waiting for her to speak, but she would rather wait for all these dignitaries to express their opinions and have a tit-for-tat discussion before saying what she should say. "Yatok Zorba is only a child," said Prince Cusco, "and besides, he is in the northern capital at this moment, far from here and these foreigners. How should he give us his orders?" "Tysok, you didn't understand the meaning of Chargucci's words!" An elder laughed, "You are right, this son who is Atahualpa's favorite is indeed a child. He lives far away. No one has seen him here. He has never been to Cuzco. And that is exactly what Schaleguzima likes!" "If we appoint him," said another emphatically, "he will be just an incompetent puppet at the beck and call of Schaleguzma. And he, he will be the real master of the empire, even though he is not a descendant of Andi !" All faces turned to Charles Guzima.His face didn't even twitch in the face of these accusations.Anna Maya couldn't help admiring his courage and composure.The atmosphere was so tense, but she saw that it was the old princes who were trembling all over.The oldest one stretched out his hand with bent and deformed joints, pointed at him and continued: "I heard the words of the foreign governor through the middlemen who spoke the other's language. He made his own decision without our consent at all. He said that if Yatok Zuo If Ba becomes the only king, he is willing to sacrifice for him." "Is it true, Charguccima?" Before answering Tysok Inca's question, the old warrior turned to Ana Maya strangely.He looked at her fiercely for a long time, as if he wanted to see through her.After that, he straightened his upper body again and said with a smile: "yes." The dignitaries blurted out their complaints angrily.But at the moment Shaleguzima seems to say only to Tysok Inca: "Everyone, what's the matter with you? Don't you all think that these foreigners will take the gold he gave them and then turn away in peace? Atahualpa is dead. No one knows for a while whether he can really go to another world to join his Father!" Everyone complained again and again from their hearts.So, Xia Leguzima waved his hand violently, and lifted the shawl covering his body.Everyone stared at his outstretched hands.There was no flesh left on his hands, only blood dripping and scorched black.The skin on the feet and thighs were pieces of scorched flesh, fragmented and covered with yellow pus. "Why do you believe that I have accepted all that?" Xia Le Guzima growled, "My body smells of burnt body and smells the air of the Sifang Empire! My pain reaches the dark heaven, so that An Di can wake up every morning. He felt it on his way! He didn't want me to heal so that every one of our warriors could continue to smell the stench of me and know that I would never give in to those foreigners. Tysok, they are not gentle at all Goodness! They are greedy for gold, their stomachs are like a bottomless pit! Tysok Inca, you don't understand Once you let them reach Cusco, they will rob everything and never give anything in return? They will seize Your house, your wives, your children, your servants... to plunder, to plunder without end, for that is what they come to rob! I, Charguccima, I tell you: we shall take advantage of Kill them all when there are not many of them." "If that's the case, why do you still support an unworldly child?" An old man shouted. Xia Leguzima's smile resembled the ferocious face of the god of hell, and Anna Maya couldn't help shivering. "Because those outsiders thought they could be masters of the one King. They were going to say to him: Do this, do that! They thought we would just smile and offer gold with our hands. In that time, I will be set free. After that, I can lead the army to a big battle and wipe them out in one fell swoop!" "Like today?" Tysok sneered. "You are all cowards!" Xia Leguzima shouted, waving his injured hands, "Anti will reduce you to ashes!" "Andi can't hear what you're saying, Xia Leguzima!" Tysok retorted roughly. "You forget that a hungry man ends up either starving or trying to feed himself. Your choice is neither wise nor lawful. Each of us knows who to appoint as the only king, and that is Manco, in the court of heaven. Son of Vanya Kapak, King of Nations. He is the wisest and strongest of all survivors. Ruled by him, the world will be at peace and the empire will be united..." Xia Leguzi's disdainful and complaining expression was almost smiling.He turned to look at Anna Maya, eyes as sharp as stones from a slingshot. "Do you have a problem with this decision, Kamakenkea? Why are you so quiet! As far as I know, you are quite talkative when you are around Atahualpa!" "Shal Guzima!" said one of the elders, "how dare you laugh at Kamakenkeya?" Charleguzima's face twitched because the wound on his hand touched the hem of his clothes.He shook his head and said in a low voice: "No! No, old prince, I'm not laughing at her. I know what kind of character Kamakenkeya is..." "Shalguccima," said Tysok Inga in the tone of a mediator, "there is no point in such a quarrel. Time is running out, so hurry up and choose a single king. There are neither gods nor emissaries of Andi at this time. Can divination for us, just as Kamakenkoya can. She knew that Atahuallpa was to be appointed as the only king when the comet passed the sky of Quito. You know, he always put all his Decided to tell her. We all know that he also gave her his last words, just like his father, Vanya Capac, in Quito..." "That's right!" an old man agreed loudly. "It should be done." "Accept it, Shaleguzima! Let Kamakenkoya choose between Manko and Yatok Zorba as the only king!" Charleguzima continued to stare at Anna Maya.For the first time she saw fear, hesitation, and an almost friendly gleam in his eyes.Suddenly he gasped like a forge, closed his eyes and asked: "So, what's your opinion, Anamaya Almighty?" Anna Maya couldn't help her heart beating so fast that she was almost speechless.She knew the weight of what she was about to say.Every muscle and bone in her body felt as stiff as a stone.But those words were squeezed in her throat, rushing out of her mouth involuntarily.Although she said it herself, it felt like it was coming from someone else. "On the eve of the Cajamar massacre, the one and only king, Vanya Kapac, came back from the underworld to see me. He looked like a child. He said to me: 'The old will be destroyed, the big will be broken, the strong The one who is no longer strong - this is Pashaguti. The world will be united again and start anew. Everything will be changed...'" There was a murmur of surprise from all around.No one doubted what she said: it was as if the great Vanya Kapac himself was speaking to them through her mouth.She saw everyone with tense faces, picking every word of her words anxiously.She continued: "The one and only King Wanya Kapac also said: 'Take care of my son, whom you once saved from the viper, for he is the first knot of the future knot...' Long ago, When I was an ignorant little girl, I attended Prince Manco's coming-of-age ceremony. That day, he won the race. But on the way, a poisonous snake lay across the road trying to attack him, and I happened to bump into it. I managed to drive the snake away and Manco survived." There was no sound.At this moment, the noise on the grassland has stopped, and no laughter or singing can be heard in the dark night. "So, Kamakenkeya, the man you have chosen is Manco." Xia Leguzima murmured. "General Shaleguzima," Annamaya replied boldly, startling even herself, "I didn't choose it. A long time ago, the ancestors of the underworld appointed Manco. Please let me tell you , he is a noble and unselfish man. He is law-abiding and not a weakling, you know that well. He has a way of unifying the various factions in the empire, and he will not take orders from foreigners like a child. Regarding your wish to go to war , if it is necessary, peace should be made first. The gap between the two brothers due to the war should be bridged first, and the only king Atahualpa has lost a lot. Yes, Charguccima, you He is a great warrior, but today, the form of war is peace. Only peace can make us stronger, and one day, as long as Andi and Qila are willing..." "She's right! Well said!" Two of the elders agreed. "Shalguccima," continued Tysok, "we all agree with Kamakenkoya. We believe her. Tomorrow, at dawn, she will set out to find Manco and bring our Tell him the result of the selection." Xia Leguzima half-closed his eyes, stared at his wound for a while, then looked up at Tysok again, and said bitterly: "What if I disagree with Kamakenkoya?" he asked Tysok. Tysok didn't answer.In the silence came the weary breathing of several princes, and now they all focused on listening to the memory spoken from the girl's lips.Anna Maya looked at Xia Leguzima with half admiration and half regret. "What will happen?" Xia Leguzima lowered his voice and asked threateningly. "Not at all, General Charguccima. Nothing will happen. I'll be leaving tomorrow." Schaleguzima's eyes were fixed on her.For the first time, she found that what appeared in his eyes was no longer anger or resistance, but—obedience. It was an endless sadness. Dawn shone through the thick morning mist on dank rocks and tent tops.The smell of embers still lingers in the air.I can no longer hear any noisy sounds, except for the sound of rumbling water and a few birdsong. Wearing the long cloak he wore when riding a horse, Jaboye sat under a tree not far from the camping area of ​​the Inca princes.At night, he often woke up from his dream, and continued to dream about the seemingly endless battle last night.His heart was beating fast, and he was so eager, so strong, that he wanted to rush straight into Annamaya's tent.But he still didn't dare. Except that he didn't dare to look for her now, in fact, she was leaving soon. Mr. Francisco had told him earlier that the Inca princes had chosen a new king. "With my consent," the governor continued without further explanation, "their priestess has been appointed to inform the candidates that I have allowed her to leave the team." Upon hearing the word "priestess", the governor's black eyes Like a bolt of lightning piercing Jia Boye's pupils, the latter hurriedly turned his head almost shyly. At this moment, in the humid and still dawn, several Indian porters are busy preparing Kamakenkoya's sedan chair by the river.Not far away, under the command of a young officer, a convoy of more than a dozen soldiers was waiting patiently.But Jia Boye focused all his attention on the small group of people gathered in the prince's tent. There, standing in front of those old men who bowed to her respectfully, Anna Maya was beautiful.She was wrapped in an alpaca cloak patterned in blue, pink, and bright yellow; on her forehead was a golden crown with three yellow feathers; with an ear of corn made of gold. Jia Boye had never seen her so well-dressed.In fact he thought she looked like a stranger, like a princess in some distant and inaccessible realm, and he felt like a jealous beast. "At least go and say goodbye to her too?" A voice next to him startled him. "Brother Bartholomew!" There was a smile on Bartholomew's unusually pale face.His gray eyeballs had a softness to them.He stretched out the hand with the fingers connected and pointed in the direction of Anna Maya. At this time, the elders even knelt down to her. "I know how important this woman is to you, brother Jia Boye. I can't keep secrets in my heart: everyone on the team knows and whispers. Lies bloom here like truth, but only need a little bright light That's enough to make a flower wither." Jia Boye hesitated for a while before answering: "I do not know whether it is best to remain silent in this case, Brother Bartholomew. What do you think?" "This is my secret, isn't it? Whatever you want, friend. But I still can't help but say, you don't say it, but your eyes have already revealed the answer." Jia Boye nodded lightly, staring at the scene over there.Accompanied by several Indian soldiers and three princes, followed by a small group of servants, Anna Maya walked towards the sedan chair.Jia Boye knew that she had seen him. "It is said that this is a unique princess." Bartholomew looked at Jia Boye and emphasized on purpose. Jia Boye smiled for the first time, but it was only a small smile on his lips.It is more pleasant to speak wisely than to speak ill. "She had something of the love and fear of the Indians," he replied, "and when King Vanya Capac died, he revealed to her secrets which they thought were the fate of the country." Jia Boye stopped suddenly, with a hesitant expression. "Brother Bartholomew, perhaps to you, all this sounds like a devil's lie..." The monk smiled and said: "I don't think demons are everywhere, Jia Boye. On the contrary, when beautiful things wave to me, I can definitely see them. And beautiful things are not the masterpieces of God?" Jia Boye was really happy to see the monk show his delicate and friendly wit again.As if his smile had caught Anna Maya's attention, she was now only a few meters away from the sedan chair, but her steps were staggering.The path under her feet was decorated like a welcoming avenue at a festival.An old prince directs the sedan chair, bearers, and guards with gestures... Bartholomew grabbed Jia Boye's arm with one hand. "I'll ask you again: why don't you go and wish her a good journey?" "Yesterday," he answered muffled, "yesterday, I killed a lot of people. Lots of Indians." "So you're worried about her accusing you?" "I don't know. But I keep strangely remembering that I just wanted to kill them, and I even... felt happy..." Bartolomeo smiled slightly. "You should tell me these words, not her." Bartholomew turned his gray eyes away from Jaboye's face and turned to look at the Indian procession.He stopped for a moment without speaking, watching Anna Maya get into the sedan chair intently.Then he spoke again, in a clear and resonant voice: "Yesterday, Jaberye Mendeluca y Flores, you did what you were supposed to do. You have become a hero among your countrymen, and many people praised you this morning. Perhaps you despise them at all, Because you think highly of yourself, and you think they're a bit barbaric. Anyway, if it's all your fault, think of those you killed as being returned to God because of you. As for existence That love in your heart, don't mistake me for calling it a crime." Jia Boye was taken aback, and turned around to seek the monk's gaze. "It was you who said that to me, Brother Bartholomew? This woman is unbaptized! Should I listen to Brother Versander Vallevides—" Bartolomeo interrupted him impatiently: "Will you listen to me? Sin does not know the power of love. St. Paul the Apostle and St. Augustine thought so." "But they mean the love of God!" "This is a theological point of view, a pious belief! Are you trying to tell me that you have learned the power of God to love the world? Let me tell you—there is a little love for God in your love..." Bartolomeo's last words were almost drowned out by the sound of bronze horns from the marching procession. "Go! Hurry up!" insisted Bartolomeo. Jia Boye seemed to get rid of all the pressures that had bound him since last night, he pushed away all the soldiers and princes, and walked towards his beloved. When Jia Boye approached, the sedan chair had already arrived at the city gate.The soldiers looked at him with a little surprise as they started to move their feet.Without saying a word, Anna Maya asked the bearers to stop. When she stepped off the sedan chair and walked towards him, Jia Boye's spine felt cold.He had never seen anyone as noble and sweet as her.It was she who took him away from the scene.He noticed that none of the bearers, soldiers, or servants dared to look back at them. "Glad you're here," Annamaya said. After a short silence, she continued: "I was worried that you wouldn't come. I really don't want to leave without seeing you nearer." She raised a hand to his lips, as if wanting to touch him.But just as he pretended to hug her, she backed away.However, there was always a smile on her lips. "No," she said softly, "not here—not now..." Jia Boye's throat was sore, he couldn't find words to express the surging emotion in his heart, and his whole body trembled.He felt as if he couldn't break up without kissing her skin to skin. Anna Maya took a step forward, and the two were so close that their bodies almost touched, but they didn't touch.When he opened his eyes again, he found that Annamaya's blue eyes were staring straight at him, looking straight into his heart. "I know what war is," she murmured. "So do we. We will kill our enemies." "I will miss you," Jia Boye finally said. "I'll miss you all the time." "Peace is at hand. We have chosen a new Inca king. He is as wise as my brother. He will make peace with your governor." The team on the side remained motionless.No one, male or female, moved a muscle.Jia Boye remembered Gu Yapa, who had confronted him in the battle last night and let him go. "Peace has not yet come. Be careful." "It's you," she said, "it's you who should be careful..." She looked at him suddenly seriously and almost worriedly, which made him uncomfortable. "You found me again after crossing thousands of mountains and rivers. I can't lose you again. You infected me with a defect. A crack is now a gully. I worry about you more than I worry about myself. .” She didn't look at him when she said these words. Although her voice was faint, sonorous and powerful, and her expression was hard to guess, it moved him so much that he could hardly control himself. He couldn't speak. He reached out to her, and this time she let him do what she wanted, and even leaned towards him suddenly, their bodies almost collided.She grabbed his hand, which hurt him. She used her fingertips to pick and push him, in the only lingering.Perhaps even when they were making love, she had never expressed it so boldly. From the mist that drifted past his eyes, he was surprised to see all the eyes staring at them, and then remembered what she had just said: "Not here—not now..." It was he who let go of her hand first , although the heart is hot, the back is cold to the end. They stood side by side for a while, and the ground beneath their feet seemed unreal.They don't want to move or talk.There was a scent of flowers in the air, Jia Boye took the opportunity to avoid it and closed his eyes. She moved first and walked back to the team.After that, he stopped and turned around again. "Take care!" he said, his voice choking. She opened her mouth to say something, but stopped talking.He could only stare at her red lips and eyes. "I love you……" She ran back to the line, not giving him time to comprehend that this was the first time she had said those words for him.