Pharaoh and her queen

There was a clear knock on the door outside the hall.

"Come in."

It was Lan Masu and the others who brought the medicinal soup and the medicinal porridge made according to Ye Zhiqing's request. They knelt on the ground and lowered their heads, arranged the things one by one, and quickly retreated out.

Ye Zhiqing sideways took the medicine porridge on the bank of the pond and handed it to Ittis, "Your Majesty knows that the medicine has been tampered with, why do you want to..."

Looking up, Ye Zhiqing stared at Ittis intently, with obvious questioning in his eyes, it is absolutely impossible for Ittis to be in such a passive position.

The Egyptian pharaoh combined the four powers of army, government, finance, and god. Even if part of the power was scattered outside, it would be harmless to Itis, who held a heavy army.

After all, Egypt has fought abroad for ten years, and there has been no major disturbance, and all of them were suppressed by Itis with force.

The warm water flowed slowly, soothing the tired body, and barely took a few sips of the medicinal porridge, before Edith put down the bowl.

His thoughtful eyes fell on the water in front of him, and the blurry outline hidden under the white mist outlined a faint sadness in the air, and he remained silent.

Actively leaning over, Ye Zhiqing stretched out his hand to caress the moistness on Ittis's shoulder, and the wet curly hair was wrapped around their arms, "Your Majesty Edith, you said that you wanted me to trust you unreservedly. "

In the layer upon layer of ripples, the sincerity and trust that let go of all defenses flow.

After Ye Zhiqing finished speaking these words calmly, Etis turned her head, and the thin pale golden halo gradually gathered to wrap Ye Zhiqing in it, a little cautiously, a little uncontrollable joy.

Suddenly, Edith leaned over and kissed Ye Zhiqing's smooth forehead.

Etis wrapped her arms around him completely, sighed softly and brushed against Ye Zhiqing's ear softly, "When I was still at the border, they had already started tampering with my food, and when I returned to the end And the ten years after that never stopped."

The pupils trembled violently, and the unbearable clear pain exploded under the ribs. Ye Zhiqing trembled and wanted to turn around, but Edith held her tightly in his arms, unable to move.

A strong sour feeling welled up in his throat, Ye Zhiqing muttered a few times, but couldn't make any sound.

As if feeling the helplessness and panic of the person in his arms, Ittis leaned her head on Ye Zhiqing's shoulder, and said in a slightly soothing tone, "I only noticed the abnormality two years ago, based on my body The symptoms that have been reflected have probably lasted for more than ten years."

Ittis paused, and let Ye Zhiqing's long hair slip between her fingers, "No matter what they did, I have been safe and sound for at least ten years. As you can see, I suffered such a serious injury. I can wake up so quickly."

Knowing Ittis' pretended relaxed posture, Ye Zhiqing's black eyes were dark, and he drew circles on Ittis' palm with his fingertips, "Your Majesty, do you know that one of your medicines is poppy shell?"

"I know," Edith's expression remained unchanged, and he didn't make any other movements. His posture was lazy and casual, but there was a sharp and cold light in his eyes.

For more than ten years, Ye Zhiqing did not dare to imagine, even if it was accumulated little by little, to what extent the unknown substances hidden in Ittis' body would accumulate.

Ye Zhiqing suddenly appeared in the pharmacy yesterday afternoon, and took over the job of boiling medicine for Itsis halfway. The medicinal materials in the clay pot hadn't been fully boiled yet, and Ye Zhiqing was surprised to find that the bottom of the pot was covered with poppy shells.

Poppy was honored as the "God's flower" by the ancient Egyptians. Poppy was used as medicine for pain relief, sedation, and sleeping, and it was widely used by ancient Egyptian nobles.

The dose of poppy shells in the Koytis medicinal soup was obviously wrong, and it was impossible for the medicine priests to be ignorant of the consequences of overdose.

Although the content of morphine in the poppy shell is not high and the purity is not high, some people are naturally highly sensitive to highly dependent drugs, and long-term consumption will inevitably lead to chronic poisoning and eventually addiction.

But the symptoms that Itis reacted to were not entirely caused by eating poppy shells. Ye Zhiqing guessed that medicinal materials similar to stimulants were added to it, so Itis would act as if nothing happened after being seriously injured. Ordinary people, and after the effect of the medicine, they will be weaker than ordinary people.

"Your Majesty, who are they? Is it the temple or other officials?" Ye Zhiqing's expression was condensed, and he interrupted Ittis' comforting with a little anxiety. Obviously, Ye Zhiqing did not want to be easily ignored by Ittis on this matter.

Since Ittis noticed the anomaly two years ago, but did not act for a long time, it can only be that Ittis couldn't be sure what those people added.

Ye Zhiqing didn't realize that he was like a furry cat now, and his puffy appearance greatly pleased Itsis, and his light smile was just right to cover up the loneliness that shouldn't appear on Ittis.

"My younger brother Inanhot," Ittis' indifferent tone seemed to be soaked in the snow and ice on the mountain that hadn't melted for many years, and his previously unfathomable eyes were lowered.

She was alone many years ago.

Ye Zhiqing struggled to turn around, and stared at her with his head half lying on Ittis's body. His thoughts were chaotic, but he was very clear-headed, as if he had been floating in the dark sea for 23 years, and was caught off guard by a penetrating blow. The light suddenly broke.

The strange throbbing that had been suppressed by him gradually broke through the fog, became clearer day by day, and bloomed brightly in his heart, jerky but firm.

Ye Zhiqing was sure that it was not only the long-lost sense of belonging and support, but also the desire to be with her for the rest of his life amidst ups and downs.

The monarch of the Egyptian Empire, who was born to bear the rise and fall of the huge empire, was destined to be under the watchful eyes of countless malicious prying eyes all the time, and Itis was disliked by his biological father and sent to the border since childhood. Ye Zhiqing couldn't imagine how she got to this point.

From a downcast abandoned son to an Egyptian queen whom everyone looks up to, she has been in power for ten years, and under countless conspiracies and schemes, Egypt has been pushed to an unprecedented prosperity.

The complex emotions in the chest gradually converged into sweetness and bitterness, and the moist and hoarse vibrato contained accumulated affection, "Your Majesty Edith, you still have me."

Maybe it was because the touch of the palm was too soft, and for the first time in Its's mind, she let go of the shackles of responsibility that were pressing on her all the time, only the person in front of her eyes remained in the center of her eyes, and she sighed lengthily, "I still have you. "

It seems that the deep affection that has been accumulated for countless long time has melted into the eyes that are close to each other.

The invisible and intangible barrier that existed between the two quietly dissipated.

After the two of them took a bath, Etis let go of Ye Zhiqing, got up and put on a robe by the pool, with a graceful posture, without any intention of avoiding Ye Zhiqing.

Fortunately, Itsis left the hall first after putting on her robes.

Ye Zhiqing was soaking in the bath, her whole body was flushed. I don't know if it was because the water was too hot, or because someone was ashamed. She waited until there was no sound behind her, then stepped ashore cautiously, and put on her robe.

Stepping out of the hall, I realized that Edith was waiting on the side, the water droplets condensed on the eyelashes were trembling, and they looked at each other, full of sadness.

Its stood with her hands behind her back, with a faint smile, waiting for Ye Zhiqing to approach, she naturally pulled Ye Zhiqing over, folded her hands and walked unhurriedly towards the bedroom.

They didn't speak a word along the way, the long hair of the two of them was intertwined behind them, and there seemed to be a sweet breath in the air.

The food was already prepared in the dormitory, Ye Zhiqing forced Ittis to taste a few mouthfuls of everything.

Both of them didn't sleep all night. After bathing, tiredness flooded in like a tide. When the long hair was dry, Ye Zhiqing took the initiative to pull Itsis onto the couch. She slept on the inside, and Ittis slept on the outside.

The curtain blocked the bright light, leaving only a faint yellow light and shadow. Leaning on Edith's arm, Ye Zhiqing fell into a deep sleep without it.

Etis waited for the sound of long breathing coming from her side, her gentle and quiet eyes fell on Ye Zhiqing's face, and a slight smile overflowed from her lips.

After confirming that the person next to her was in a deep sleep and would not wake up again, Ittis got out of bed gently, changed into a white robe with a white background and gold trim, and left the Ari Palace.

Xi Tu was waiting outside the hall, the sun was very strong, and his nose exposed to the sun was flushed red.

Seeing Ittis came out, Xitu couldn't hide the worry in his eyes, "Wang, there is nothing unusual about the medicinal materials except for the excessive addition of poppy husks."

Edith's expression didn't change at all, as if he knew it a long time ago, he didn't stop, "Go to the dungeon."

"King," Xi Tu followed closely behind, with a blunt and concerned tone, obviously not wanting Ittis to go to the dungeon now.

Quietly removing the condensation from his body, Ittis was silent for a moment, still in a dignified tone that could not read any emotion, "General Xitu, I'm fine."

There was a strong smell of blood in the dead air, and the approaching steady footsteps moved the limp figure on the ground with twisted limbs.

In the heavily guarded cell, the panic was magnified to the extreme because of the arrival of Ittis.

Edith took the veil, covered her nose lightly, and turned her head, "Where did you stop him?"

"Go back to Your Majesty, at the Mutuo border."

Mutuo border, where Inanhot was exiled.

Itis raised her lips, cast her cold eyes on the twisted figure on the ground, and her slightly darker laughter contained undisguised sarcasm and contempt, "Priest Kabu, you know the consequences of betrayal very well."

Its's voice was very low, like the echo of a small stone falling into the abyss, which lured panic, and fear grew wantonly in the cold and dead dungeon.

Cough~~~ The figure on the ground heard Ittis' voice and made a rough and hoarse cough. At the same time, dark blood spilled from the corners of his lips.

The twisted limbs showed how severe the punishment he had experienced, and the weak willpower that was crumbling was broken in an instant after Ittis came.

He knew that only when he saw Ittis could he reduce the guilt of the family implicated by him.

"Your Majesty Edith, I beg...forgiveness..., Ka...ke..." The weak voice was intermittent, and it was muddy and empty, making it difficult to hear.

Edith frowned and approached.

"..."

After hearing what Kabu said, the deep black eyes trembled suddenly, frightening waves surged from the bottom of the eyes, and instantly returned to unfathomable depth.

Turning around, Etis pulled out the long sword from the guard's waist, and threw it forward amidst a few indiscernible draws.

The figure on the ground twisted a few times, and then completely motionless.

The death of Kabu means that they have one less clue to pursue. Xitu doesn't understand the purpose of Ittis' move.

Edith's expression was condensed, and she went back to Ari Palace, entered the conference hall, and ordered the female officer beside her, "Go to Princess Manefetti and ask her to come to the conference hall."

"Yes."