Pharaoh and her queen

The golden sunlight passed over the tall tower gate, outlining the colorful and exquisite reliefs on the multi-column hall. Many large columns spread out in the shape of lotus flowers. Looking up, the light and shadow are colorful, and for a moment, it seems to be receiving the gift of God.

At this time, the secret conversation at the corner of the corridor broke the holy silence.

The deliberately low hoarse voice was mixed with a bit of sinisterness, which was very inconsistent with the pure white linen robe, "There is news that she is coming back."

The rest of the three looked at each other tacitly, and they all knew who she was in the words of Priest Xin Nousai.

"I didn't expect Hittite to let her escape with so many troops this time," said an old man standing beside Xin Nousse, with long snow-white hair hanging down his shoulders, in a very deceptive way. The charitable appearance makes it difficult to find the shrewd calculation hidden deep in his eyes.

There was a short silence, and the expressions of the few people were not good. It was obviously not a good thing for them to see Itsis coming back.

One person took the initiative to start the conversation, "The news sent by the spies mentioned that a mysterious woman appeared beside Ittis. The plan we discussed with Hittite failed. She seems to have played a big role, and it seems that Ittis It's a very close relationship with her."

"Hmph, I'm not interested in knowing her perverted preferences. No matter what women they are, we'll know when they return to Thebes, and maybe they can be used by us," Sinnut hit the ground with the scepter in his hand. , he is the most emotionally unstable among the four, he has endured it for ten years, and the flames of revenge are burning his reason all the time.

"Sinusai, pay attention to your demeanor, don't forget your identity as the High Priest," the old man on the side was obviously a little displeased. After plotting for so many years, he couldn't tolerate any more mistakes.

Xin Nusay smiled, lowered his head and stopped talking.

Seeing this, the old man nodded in satisfaction, then turned his head and asked Priest Kabu, who had been silent all this time, "How many spies did we leave behind in Hirsch's personal army?"

Kabu's face darkened, and his tone was calm, "None of them stayed. After the battle, the spies in my hands never sent any news to Thebes. They should all be found and killed."

The mysterious and sinister aura swaying in the dark corner became more and more intense, and the air was slightly stagnant.

You must know how difficult it is to insert spies into the army led by Hirsch. After a few years, only a few of them managed to sneak in. After this battle, they can also be said to be severely injured.

Unexpectedly, after conspiring with Hittite for so long, I thought Ittis would never return to Thebes with her life, but no one expected that it would be all in vain.

After a moment of silence, the priest standing in the corner who had never said a word said, "It can't be said that there is nothing to gain, at least Prince Inanhot took this opportunity to control the army of Ptolemy City. "

The others nodded, but their expressions were different.

In Thebes, there were many people who secretly opposed Itis, but they were not in the same camp. They were roughly divided into two factions, one supported Prince Inanhot, and the other attempted to separate theocratic power from royal power.

Because Ittis' methods are too cruel and tough, forcing them to let go of their prejudices, as long as they have a common enemy, cooperation will be a matter of course.

****

Inside the Hittite Border Palace.

"Send this secret letter to Thebes, and let those wastes prepare in advance." The gauze fabric vividly outlines Manefti's graceful figure, and it is dyed in a hazy layer under the bright candlelight. Ethereal and unreal, the beauty is too unreal.

Delicate facial features, long reddish-brown hair, and an extremely gentle appearance are combined together. Two completely different temperaments, the holiness that cannot be profane and the glamorous and charming, are alternately mixed together, unconsciously seductive and sinking step by step. .

The lazy posture and contemptuous tone are all elegant and delicate in Manefetti's way.

The female officer Naia bowed to accept the secret letter in Manefti's hand, with her head lowered, not daring to look at the young Hittite king Namer who was kneeling beside her, let alone the smiling princess Your Highness.

His Majesty Namer ran to the border of Zhonghai without permission this time. He was too capricious. His Highness almost ignored all the mobilizable troops in the Hittite territory to the border of Zhonghai.

Naia had never seen Her Royal Highness look so annoyed.

Namer was kneeling upright on the side, the hard, hard and clean alabaster floor under his knees was spotless, and the sweat on his forehead dripped down his chin. Under the bright candlelight, the pool of water gradually accumulated in front of him looked particularly special obvious.

The luxurious robes became a burden at this time, and Namer felt more and more stuffy and hotter when wearing them, and the pain on his knees became more and more obvious, which became more and more unbearable.

From the corner of the eye, he glanced at Sister Wang, who had never paid attention to him from the beginning to the end. Her fingertips were tightly clutching her palms, her expression was stubborn, and her body trembled slightly. He knew that he couldn't show even the slightest bit of resentment. , but obviously he is the king of Hittite, he is not reconciled!

Unwilling to be controlled by this hypocritical vicious woman.

Every subtle expression on Namer's face was caught by Manefti's eyes, a self-deprecating sneer curled up on the corner of her lips, she turned and looked out the window, her eyes were far away, and the helplessness hidden in them was fleeting.

Touching the edge of the window with her fingertips, she asked casually, "Nia, have you found out the identity of the woman who is following General Hirsch?"

"Reporting to Your Highness, according to the current information, we only know that the woman is the queen of Ponte, and the Egyptian queen personally conquered Ponte before arriving in Zhonghai, and Ponte has already been destroyed. As for why Queen Ponte and Itis came to Zhonghai , which cannot be traced,"

Frowning, Niya lowered her voice and continued, "She is very close to the Queen of Egypt, and she appeared by General Hirsch that day only for the Queen of Egypt."

"Oh, is that so?" Maneferti was very surprised when the ending sounded upwards. Unexpectedly, her identity turned out to be the queen of subjugation. Maneferti had to admit that her pure and indifferent demeanor that night made him very curious. A layer of identity is even more difficult to let go.

Thinking of the trip to Thebes in the near future, it seems that it is not so boring.

Seeing that the latent hostility of Her Royal Highness was gradually replaced by the softness like water, Naia knew that it was just an appearance, and continued without losing the opportunity, "Your Highness, Prince Inanhot sent a message a few days ago and wants to continue to cooperate with us. You put these letters on hold before, but today you received a secret letter from Prince Inanhot."

Manefetti glanced lightly at the letters piled up on the table, and a sarcasm flashed in her eyes, "Stupid, Inanhot was not the opponent of Itsis before, and he will never be the opponent of Itsis in the future." .”

"Your Highness, is this refusing to cooperate?" Nia has been with His Highness for many years, and she can barely perceive Maneferti's emotions, and Maneferti's thoughts have never been guessed, so Naia I dare not ask more questions.

"No, Naia, tell him that Hittite chooses to continue to cooperate," the warm orange tones of fire set off the ever-smiling Maneferti, who is becoming more gentle and harmless, and the shrewd calculation hidden in the smile has never been Show nothing.

"Yes, Your Highness," Nia retreated tactfully, only Manefti and Namer remained in the huge palace.

The suddenly quiet environment magnified the anxiety and panic in Namer's heart to the extreme, and his lips were faintly white.

Manefetti's eyes never fell on Namer, and she walked towards the soft couch in a leisurely manner. The extremely subtle sound of fabric rubbing was especially obvious in the empty and quiet environment.

Lying on the soft couch, closing her eyes to rest, Manefetti rubbed the center of her brows as if tired, followed by a long silence.

Until the golden sun was setting in the west, Twilight climbed up to Manefetti's eyes along the clear alabaster lines.

The slightly hoarse Sang Yin suddenly sounded in the hall, "Namer, let me ask you again, who else is there to assist you in escaping to the border of China Sea?"

Because he was not yet fully awake, the voice fell in Namer's ears, and instead of the usual softness, it was mixed with faint threats and coldness.

There was no sensation below the knees, and Namer straightened his back, a little shivering but extremely firm, "No one helped me escape. As the king of Hittites, doesn't he even have the right to patrol the border of China Sea?"

"Then you can continue to kneel." Without further words, Manefetti stood up quickly.

After a while of the closing sound of the hall door, the hall returned to a dull silence.