Pharaoh and her queen

With a light snort, the sarcasm in Hirsch's eyes became stronger, "Your Highness, if your purpose is only to sign a peace treaty, then why did you have secret meetings with the priests of Thebes several times in private?"

"Hersh, you have to understand that I must be Hittite's princess first, and then I can be your Maneferti," Maneferti's eyes flashed a trace of struggle, and then quickly disappeared.

"Your Highness, our beginning was evil. You are the princess of Hittite, and I am the general of Egypt. Everything between us should have ended long ago," Manefetti's answer was not surprising, intertwined with strong sarcasm With deep sorrow, Hirsch smiled wryly, no matter it was five years ago or five years later, she shouldn't expect extravagantly.

"No, Hirsch, I won't let you go, you can't escape," the gentleness that floated on the surface faded, and a charming smile spread unscrupulously on his cheeks, Manefetti took the exquisite dagger that was put aside, Slowly put it into Hirsch's palm, gentle but unable to refuse.

A cold and hard touch came from the palm of her hand, and Hirsch was about to throw it away subconsciously, but she was held tightly by Manefetti, and her seemingly gentle and weak movements couldn't make her break free.

"Your Highness, let go," the hoarse voice revealed imperceptible tremors, and Hirsch tried again to move the dagger away.

Turning a blind eye to the sharp blade facing her, the smile on Manefetti's face deepened, like the splendor of a tulip flower blooming to the extreme just before it withered, and she suddenly grabbed Hexi's wrist with force.

With a muffled snort, red blood stains faintly appeared on Manefetti's waist and abdomen.

"You're crazy," Hirsch said with bulging veins on her wrists, unable to control her emotions anymore, with a touch of hysteria.

Hidden under the extremely calm pupils was the madness that vowed to devour everything. Manefetti leaned forward, Hirsch followed closely, and her untimely smile revealed all kinds of amorous feelings.

The soft and gentle tone is like the morning dew rolling on the tip of a knife, every word can cause a tremor to run through the whole body, "General Hirsch, you can't escape, I will never let you go, you still have Choose, stab in with the sword in your hand, this is the only chance I give you."

If the most intimate whisper in the lover's world, what is spit out is the most desperate persecution.

Her whole body was stiff, Hershey closed her eyelids tightly and opened them again, took a deep breath, "Your Highness, relax."

"General Hirsch, I gave you a chance," he said lightly.

Manefetti straightened her body, let go of Hershey's hand, packed up the debris on the ground, turned around, and left. No one could see that at the moment when she turned her back, she couldn't control her trembling hands and tears that fell instantly. .

The back view left to Hirsch was the same as before, with the most elegant gait and the most calm demeanor.

There was a clear muscle tremor on the wrist, Hirsch picked up the dagger and slammed it to the ground, and fell slumped to the bed.

***

In front of the palace of Thebes, the guards led by Xitu densely filled the entire square, the sharp sharpness from the weapons gave off a frightening chill, and the hairs stood erect.

The abnormally lush beard completely obscured the expression on Xitu's face, and only the occasional heavy breathing could reveal the extreme anxiety in General Xitu's heart.

The queen would be assassinated in the Lingling Temple, panic, fear, one after another, and finally, the killing intent poured out overwhelmingly.

His eyes stared ahead, quietly waiting for the return of His Majesty Itsis, the golden light shone on the silent square, and the chilling and strange atmosphere permeated every place.

After the giant golden ship sailed into the canal in the city, like yesterday, the cheers continued for a long time. The giant ship slowed down, passed the Luxor Temple, and arrived at the Karnak Temple.

Ye Zhiqing's eyes were complicated, and she kept staring at Itsis who had completed the final blessing ceremony in an orderly manner.

Ye Zhiqing's clothes were completely soaked in sweat after such a long exposure, but there was not even a trace of wetness on Etis's face.

It's too weird, no matter how strong and special Etis's system is, it shouldn't treat his body like a tool like Etis is now.

If it wasn't for the end of the sacrificial ceremony, a group of people would suddenly appear after they escaped the prying eyes of everyone, and send Itsis and Ye Zhiqing to the palace at an extremely fast speed.

The rapid sound of horseshoes galloped through the empty narrow aisle, Etis's upper body rested on Ye Zhiqing's lap, and her eyelids were closed tightly.

Ye Zhiqing put one hand tightly on the other side of Ittis, trying to slow down the jolt beneath him.

As soon as he got on the carriage, Etis fell down amidst Ye Zhiqing's exclamation, breathing weaker than yesterday, like a gossamer.

All the way was unimpeded, and soon arrived at the Temple of Confucius. The priest of medicine had been waiting for a long time, and the whole palace was guarded by sergeants in full battle.

Itis was quickly moved to the hall for diagnosis and treatment. Ye Zhiqing stood in a corner outside the hall that was ignored by everyone, watching the crowds coming in and out and the blood being brought out from time to time, with his lips tightly pursed, his expression unpredictable .

Lan Masu approached and wanted to help Ye Zhiqing to sit in the stone pavilion, but he was surprised that Ye Zhiqing's whole body was cold and his fingertips were turning white. When he touched her, he wanted to shrink back subconsciously.

"Miss, you have to go in and rest, and let the medical priest come over to take a look." Looking at Ye Zhiqing who was motionless, Lan Masu was anxious, no one expected to be assassinated, Wang and Miss Ye couldn't both fall down.

Like a walking corpse, Ye Zhiqing was forcibly pulled by Lan Masu to the side hall to rest. After an unknown amount of time, the light moved from the window edge to his lap, and the noise outside the door gradually faded away.

Ye Zhiqing woke up from a daze, and got up to go out to check on Etis.

The more urgent, the less she can panic, calm down, calm down, Ye Zhiqing murmured unconsciously over and over again, before reaching the door, he bumped into Lan Masu head-on, followed by the medicine priest whom he had seen before.

Ye Zhiqing had mild symptoms of heat stroke, but when Ye Zhiqing asked about Itis' situation, the priest of medicine kept silent, left some common medicinal materials for relieving heat stroke symptoms, and left in a hurry.

While Lan Masu was going to boil medicine, Ye Zhiqing walked towards the main hall, but was unexpectedly stopped by the guards guarding the gate of the hall.

The cold sword lay across his chest, not Ye Zhiqing's familiar face. After Ye Zhiqing revealed his identity, the guards at the door remained unmoved.

Just when Ye Zhiqing was getting more and more anxious, a rough voice came from behind, "Let her in."

It's General Xitu.

Ye Zhiqing turned around, nodded his head in gratitude, and hurried in.

The hall was very quiet, you could hear needles falling, Ye Zhiqing walked lightly to the couch.

Its washed off the heavy makeup, and Ye Zhiqing's pale face, which looked like a dead person, fell into Ye Zhiqing's eyes unexpectedly, and the astringency filled his eye sockets uncontrollably.

This surge of sadness is indescribable and unexplainable.

Gently sat down on the outside of the bed, Ye Zhiqing gently untied Ittis' already loose robe, the light wheat-colored skin was flushed abnormally, Ye Zhiqing felt hot when he touched his cold fingertips It's amazing.

Looking at the gauze tightly wrapped around Itsis's upper body inch by inch, Ye Zhiqing finally set his eyes on Ittis's shoulder. The arrow wound suffered by Tanis has not yet healed. , did not notice.

Because of the injury on her back, Edith was lying on her side on the couch, sporadic bloodstains leaked from the gauze, one could imagine the horror of the wound without looking at Ye Zhiqing.

Standing beside Ittis, Ye Zhiqing miraculously calmed down.

Etis's abnormal wound healing speed must be related to her unusual and powerful system. After thinking about it, a more terrifying thought gradually emerged in Ye Zhiqing's heart.

Apart from the strong system of Ittis, which is different from ordinary people, there is another possibility, that is, there is a problem with the medicine.

I was horrified.

Ye Zhiqing stared at Ittis for a long time and did not move. It has been such a long time since Tanis was injured, if there is really a problem with the medicine...

Ye Zhiqing didn't dare to think about it anymore, the abnormalities on Ittis were too unusual...