Pharaoh and her queen

Its's lips were also cold, and her breath was weak, Ye Zhiqing poured in the concoction bit by bit with concentration.

Just staring at Ittis so fixedly, through the dim light, Ye Zhiqing can outline the pale facial features of Ittis, and there is still a little medicinal juice on his lips, which makes Ittis look a little more complex. Just like that, it is like fragile glass, which will break at the touch of a finger.

Maintaining an awkward posture, Ye Zhiqing stood guard in front of the couch, afraid that Etis would get hot and dare not fall asleep.

Thick tiredness came, fell asleep and woke up again, repeated several times, only to feel extremely tired.

At some point, Ye Zhiqing couldn't resist, and fell asleep on the soft pillow in a drowsy state. When he woke up again, the sky was bright and the room was empty.

"Lanmasu," the voice sounded like worn sandpaper, extremely hoarse and unpleasant.

"Miss," holding the robes to be changed, Lan Masu urged Ye Zhiqing to wash up as soon as he came in. The sacrifice on the return journey the next day will begin soon.

"Where is His Majesty Edith?"

"The king has changed into his sacrificial robe and is waiting for you outside the courtyard."

Ye Zhiqing frowned and didn't speak, got up and passed Lanmasu, and walked straight to the outside of the courtyard.

Sure enough, Edith was standing in the stone pavilion, looking at the rising Golden Crow. The hazy light wrapped her body, blurring Ye Zhiqing's vision, as if she would disappear in the halo in the next moment.

Suddenly, my heart skipped a beat.

Ye Zhiqing quickened his pace and ran towards Shiting. With such a serious injury, Etis only rested for one night?Ye Zhiqing was surprised to be able to wake up this morning. According to Lan Masu, Itis was planning to continue today's Nile River Festival.

This is too arrogant, too reckless.

Such a serious injury was exposed to the scorching sun for a day, and Ye Zhiqing believed that no matter how strong his physique was, he would not be able to survive it.

"Your Majesty Edith," Ye Zhiqing's blunt tone sounded a little questioning because of his breathing being disturbed by running.

Its turned around and looked back at Ye Zhiqing with a calm expression. The dark eye shadow made of malachite made her amber pupils look deeper and more mysterious. The makeup on Its face today is obviously much thicker than yesterday. The weakness after the serious injury was perfectly hidden under the solemn makeup.

"Your Majesty Edith, are you going to continue to complete the sacrifice yourself today?" Ye Zhiqing spoke quickly, impatiently, and couldn't hide it.

The dark eye shadow flew upwards and sank into the temples, making Edith's facial features look more cold and hard, "Mmm."

The extremely indifferent tone and indifferent attitude seemed to be answering an irrelevant person.

The inexplicable astringency made Ye Zhiqing's question that was about to be blurted out stuck in his throat, and he waited for a while before continuing, "Your Majesty, your injury absolutely cannot continue today's sacrifice."

"Injury? I'm used to it, Zhiqing, you're too sensitive," said a very normal and indifferent tone, seeming to be laughing at herself, or just stating the facts.

Not knowing how to answer the question, Ye Zhiqing knew that Itsis was not trying to fool her. Last night, as soon as she took off her sacrificial robe, the hideous scar on her back seemed to burn her eyes.

Tears fell so unexpectedly.

Ye Zhiqing had never shed a single tear in the urgent situation last night, he was used to it, and such a terrible and serious injury can be used to it.

Putting his hands around Ye Zhiqing's shoulders, Etis suddenly pulled Ye Zhiqing into his arms.

The calloused fingertips wiped away the tears on Ye Zhiqing's face inch by inch.

Helpless sigh, with the morning light into the wind.

"Zhiqing, you should believe me, this is really nothing compared to before, and what's more, I used the best wound medicine in the Lingling Temple, so nothing happened."

It was a lame excuse, and Edith still had a cold expression on his face, but his tone quietly slowed down a lot.

Ye Zhiqing stretched out his hand and held Ittis's hand back, the temperature touched by the palm rose a bit, not as cold as last night, like a stone statue, and the other hand groped towards the back of Itsis.

The soft touch from the abdomen made Itsis startled, understood Ye Zhiqing's intention, let go of the person in his arms, took a step back, and successfully blocked Ye Zhiqing's next move.

"Your Majesty Edith, you said that your injury is fine, so why don't you let me see it?" Ye Zhiqing's expression darkened, his black eyes were fixed on Edith, completely unaware of what he said She has already surpassed the position she has always insisted on.

A little depression flashed through Edith's deep golden eyes, except for the throbbing in his heart, there seemed to be sporadic joys gushing out densely, easily overshadowing the pain behind him.

"Zhiqing, go down and wash up. There can be no accidents in today's sacrifice. I have never had a choice," the helpless consolation, wrapped in the faintest warmth.

Ye Zhiqing stood on the spot without moving, just looked at her quietly, complex emotions were shown in front of Ittis for the first time without any concealment.

"Don't go," dissuaded him weakly, Ye Zhiqing knew that he could not change Ittis' decision, but he seemed to be angry, lost his calm and restraint, and all he could think about was Ittis' injury.

Turning the wristband on his hand, Ittis still had an indifferent expression, "Zhiqing, trust me, nothing will happen."

He stepped past Ye Zhiqing and left Shiting.

Lan Masu quickly dragged Ye Zhiqing who was standing in the stone pavilion to wash up, but after washing up, he was told that His Majesty Edith had already taken a step ahead.

With mixed feelings in his heart, Ye Zhiqing closed his eyes to hide all his emotions, and the guard of honor returning home was like yesterday, with Itsis walking in the forefront, and Ye Zhiqing could only catch a glimpse of Ittis occasionally through the crowd.

The only difference from yesterday was that more than half of the descendants of the Egyptian family who were behind Manefti and her had disappeared, and the few remaining few saw Ye Zhiqing turn around, all of them looked in a panic of sincerity and fear.

Turning his mind, Ye Zhiqing looked sideways at Lan Masu, "Lan Masu, did you tell His Majesty what happened to the children of the noble family yesterday?"

Ye Zhiqing's expression was so cold that she didn't realize it. Lan Masu lowered his head in horror and explained in a panic, "Miss, Your Majesty asked about it this morning."

Only when Lan Masu was frightened by what happened last night, Ye Zhiqing hummed lightly, turned his head away and stopped talking.

The three huge ships sailed side by side from the Nile River, and the return journey followed the flow, which was obviously much faster than going upstream yesterday.

Itis was still standing at the forefront of the giant ship in the center, her complicated and luxurious sacrificial robes fluttering with the mighty river wind, pouring down the look of the queen of Egypt.

Ye Zhiqing stood on the deck and looked at Edith motionlessly, with deep black eyes, but Manefuti who was supposed to be with Ye Zhiqing was nowhere to be seen.

The bright golden light was pouring down arrogantly, and the air was slightly distorted by the gradually rising temperature.

Edith's tall and straight figure, like an unsheathed cold blade, stands on the bow of the boat from beginning to end, arbitrarily showing her supreme position that cannot be coveted.

Ye Zhiqing stood there for as long as Itis stood. Today's sunshine seems to be more sinister than yesterday's. Before Thebes, people entered the cabin one after another. Yu Ye knew Qing was alone.

Lan Masu asked Ye Zhiqing to enter the cabin several times.

As if he had never heard of it, Ye Zhiqing himself didn't know what he was stubborn about.

Just this time when she acted recklessly.

***

The well-proportioned houses gradually passed by on both sides of the strait, counting the time, it should be Thebes.

Manefetti put down the medicine bowl in her hand, got up and closed the window.

Hirsch was lying on the couch, her upper body wrapped in thick white gauze.

"Don't dare to bother Her Highness. Although it is a serious injury, it is not enough to cause death. I can drink the medicine myself." Unlike before, Hirsch's words were unabashedly anxious and cold.

As if she had never seen Hirsch's bad attitude, Manefetti still held the medicine slowly and gracefully, and handed the medicine to Hirsch's mouth with a spoon.

"Hey, drink the medicine, and the injury will heal." The reddish-brown eyes have a long-lost softness, which is no different from the unconditional pampering five years ago when they were always in love.

She closed her eyes, turned her head to the side, and said with deep and helpless sadness, "Your Highness, please let me go, and let yourself go too."

Hehe~~~ An abrupt laugh sounded, but Manefetti suppressed the tenderness around her body, and the inevitable madness welled up in her eyes, endlessly.

"Hersh, have you heard my explanation five years ago, and you want me to let you go, then tell me, what are those memories that accompany you day and night and are deeply emotional? Tell me, in your heart, what is it? What kind of?"

The medicine bowl in his hand fell to the ground, and there was a crisp shattering sound.

Manefetti avoids Hirsch's wound, and half presses on Hirsch's body, forcing Hirsch to look up at her.

"Explanation? Hiding my identity from me, after knowing my identity, I approached my father through me, and conspired with him to murder His Majesty Edith, and my mother died because of it. What can you explain?"

The undisguised sarcasm, like a sharp knife, mercilessly picked apart the rotten wound, piercing the pain.

The strength just now disintegrated for a moment, and Manefetti's deep voice filled with deep helplessness, "Will you listen to my explanation now?"

"Explain? Your Royal Highness, if you want to explain, there will be no assassination last night. I have nothing worth your efforts to take advantage of." As if she didn't care at all, Hirsch changed her evasive attitude, coldly looked directly at Maneferti.

Facial muscles were slightly convulsed, Manefetti straightened up, and asked back, "General Hirsch, Egypt and Hittites will formally sign a peace treaty after offering sacrifices in the Nile River, the assassination last night could not have been done by me, you can't Because one mistake negates everything."

"It's not fair to me or to you," Maniferti couldn't hide her fatigue. She hasn't closed her eyes since last night and has been by Hershey's side all the time. During the five years after the breakup, until now, She finally had the opportunity to get in touch with Hexi's emotions so closely.

No one would understand, the bone-piercing longing always hits every long night, slowly encroaching on every inch of flesh and blood, disturbing her restlessness.