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Doyad. Sanruzhuo

Doyad. Sanruzhuo

By aszha outlawPublished 3 years ago 3 min read

Legend has it that in ancient times, on the islands between ancient India and China, there was a Sasan kingdom, whose king was named Shanuya. Every day King Shanuya would marry a girl and spend the night in his palace, but every next day when the cock sang, he would brutally kill the girl.

This went on year after year for three years, killing more than a thousand women.

The people were terrified by this threat and fled home with their daughters, but the king still only bullied the prime minister and looked for women for him every day for his amusement and torture. The women of the whole country, some died in the king's torture, some fled, the city ten rooms nine empty, so that the prime minister looked for the whole city, also can not find a woman. He returned to the palace in a state of fear and sorrow.

The chancellor had two daughters, the eldest named Sanrujo and the second named Doyad. Sanruzhuo knows the book to reach the ceremony, dignified appearance, read many history books, has a rich knowledge of national history. She has a collection of thousands of literature and history books. Seeing the prime minister come home depressed, Sanrujo said to him:

"Father! What are you so sad about, and why are you so upset?"

The prime minister listened to his daughter's words and told her a story

In the old Sasang Kingdom, the old king was kind and courageous, had a powerful army, a large number of maidservants in the palace, and the country was peaceful. The king had two sons, both fierce knights. The eldest son, Sanua, was braver than the youngest, Saman, and frightened the enemy. After his eldest son, Sanuya, succeeded to the throne, he was very popular among the people because of his impartial rule. And Saman was made king of the kingdom of Sarmakandi. The two brothers ruled impartially and modestly. The country continues to prosper and its people live a happy life.

One day, King Shanuya missed his brother, and sent his prime minister to Sarmakandi to meet his brother Saman. The prime minister took orders and set out, and soon came to the land of Zamagandi.

Seeing Saman, the Prime minister relayed King Shanuya's greetings, saying that the king missed him and wanted him to visit him in Sasan.

"Yes," Saman replied.

So King Saman prepared tents, camels and mules, assigned his servants, entrusted his prime minister with the administration of the state, and set out. When he had not gone far, he remembered that he had left the gift in the palace, so he went back to fetch it. But when he got back to the palace, he found the Queen and the musicians huddled together, playing and singing. When King Saman saw this, his eyes were darkened.

He thought: "I have not even left the capital, these bitches have been such a mess, if I stay here for a long time, these bitches wonder what will happen!" At this he drew his sword, killed the Queen and the musicians, and hurried away from the palace with a sad heart. Along the way, he led his men, across mountains and rivers, to Sasan march.

Near the capital, Saman sent a message to his brother, King Shanuya to welcome out of the city, the brothers met, exchanged pleasantry, very happy. Shanuya in the kingdom for his brother specially decorated the wall, every day with him to talk heart to heart.

Saman, on the other hand, was in a sad mood. He was haunted by what his wife had done. Sanuya thought her brother was worried about leaving, so she didn't ask questions. But one day, Shanuya couldn't resist and asked:

"Brother, your face is haggard and your body is thin day by day. Why is it?"

"Brother! The pain in my heart is unspeakable." Sam kept quiet about what had happened to him.

"All right! We can go hunting in the mountains together. Perhaps we can drown our sorrows."

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    Written by aszha outlaw