Pharaoh and her queen

As the stars moved, the flood had completely receded. As Ye Zhiqing and his party went northward, they could often see scattered farmers returning to the villages that had been flooded by the flood to cultivate the land.

In half a month, the fleet will be able to return to Thebes to finish the surveying and mapping work of the Nile River.

By then, Etis should be back.

The gentle river wind blows away a lot of the dry heat in the air. Ye Zhiqing leans on the pole of the boat, narrowing his eyes comfortably.

On the other side of the bow, Hanbu was annoyed by Lan Masu because of something, and the two were fighting.

Hanbu has a natural advantage on the road of exploration, so when the village chief asked Hanbu to follow them, Ye Zhiqing agreed.

Along the way, the children of Hanbu showed their temperament, and even Lanmasu, who has always been staid and calm, became a little lively.

The brisk and joyful atmosphere instantly dilutes the boring and tiredness brought about by the survey work, and everyone enjoys this comfort tacitly.

Suool was standing beside Ye Zhiqing, and the two chatted casually, as if they were old friends.

If Suool didn't think about calculating himself all the time, Ye Zhiqing would be happy to manage their relationship well.

The chief priest of the Luxor Temple, the only one respected and recognized by thousands of Egyptians, his status can be glimpsed at the Nile River Sacrifice.

Through further contact, Guangye Zhiqing, who has a deep knowledge of Soor, thinks that it is difficult to reach, and Soor realizes the modern concept of 21C in one click.

What's more, you still hold an oracle in your hand, just like an ancient Chinese emperor left a decree to a certain veteran before abdicating. If my son is disobedient, you will publish this decree to overthrow his rule. Choose another heir.

This kind of person will always be feared by the emperor, and he can't get rid of him quickly.

But the bargaining chip he held in his hand made it impossible for anyone to touch him.

With the talents of the world, even if he holds the position of the great priest, he never interferes with the affairs of the temple. It can also be said that he never interferes with any affairs, as if he is hidden in the world.

Such people are the most terrifying if they are not for power or money.

Suool was keenly aware of Ye Zhiqing's subtle mood swings, smiled faintly, and stretched out his finger to the re-emergent greenery on the river bank, "Miss Ye, I won't be able to see such a beautiful scenery when I return to Thebes."

Ye Zhiqing's thoughts seemed to be still immersed in Soor, and he was dazed for a while before he realized and looked in the direction Soor pointed.

The scene of the recovery of all things, everything is beautiful and incredible.

But the urgent crisis hidden behind the beauty reminds Ye Zhiqing all the time that he cannot relax for a moment.

Taking a deep breath, Ye Zhiqing stretched his slightly frowning brows, and casually replied, "Does Priest Soor not want to return to Thebes as soon as possible?"

Surprise flashed across Soor's face, and his mood was complex and subtle. Ye Zhiqian's answer made him a little confused. The slightly curved eyelids made the eyes that were already as moist as stars more ethereal and soft, as if starlight Slowly kneaded into tiny dark blue halos, evenly scattered in the eyes, compassionate like a god.

The loneliness that came from nowhere, trembled with the corner of the pure white gauze robe, and disappeared without a trace in just a moment, "All spirits are born in the soil, and there is no difference between me."

Ye Zhiqing smiled disapprovingly, Soor was not a person born without obsession, he was not as desireless as he showed. .

Soor also knew the interest and didn't speak again.

***

And follow the current against the wind, all the way north, across the Zhonghai, and you will be Hittite.

Namer has been a little gloomy recently, and was in a trance when High Priest Bogut gave many lectures.

During this period of time, that sister Wang, who he always considered vicious and vicious, tried to usurp power and seize the throne, successively delegated power.

He is no longer a child, the meaning of this series of actions of Miss Wang, I am afraid that everyone in the Hittite King City can see it clearly.

Sister Wang wanted to push him to sit in the position he had been thinking of for a long time.

He had fantasized about the scene of himself sitting on that chair countless times, but he never imagined that it would come so soon, so fast that he hadn't made any preparations yet.

During this period of time, Sister Wang refused to meet anyone except High Priest Bogut, which made him even more unpredictable.

He went to see him several times, but without exception, he was blocked at the door.

And the Egyptian seems to have disappeared recently.

"Teacher, do you know Miss Wang..." Namer didn't say the rest, and pushed the candied fruit on the table towards Bogut, looking like a very obedient disciple.

Bogut didn't poke him, picked up a piece of candied fruit, and asked, "Your Highness, you are the only crown prince of the Hittite royal family. Don't you think His Highness Manefuti did something wrong?"

"Teacher, you know that's not what I mean," Namer subconsciously leaned forward, clutching the scroll on the table with one hand.

With a bit of clarity and loneliness in his sigh, Bogut lowered his eyelids to cover the surging emotions in his eyes, and after a long silence, he answered, "Your Highness, you should know what the king was like five years ago, And what does the current capital look like?"

It turned out that she didn't care about that chair from the beginning to the end.

Bogut turned his head to avoid Namer's gaze. He was afraid that the secret he had hidden for so many years would be discovered.

He is going crazy with jealousy now, jealous of the woman who is with Princess Manefetti, why, why should she?

So when he knew that she wanted to leave Hittite, Bogut provided assistance and let her leave Hittite smoothly, far away from here.

He thought that as long as she left, all of this would be over, and the days to come would return to the same as the past five years. He could just stand in the dark and watch her silently.

If there are ignorant people, get rid of them.

But he was wrong. Bogut didn't notice that the hand he placed on the side was getting harder and harder until the base of the nails had turned pale white.

The sound of breathing became heavier and heavier, and Bogut only felt that the muscles all over his body were sore for no reason. The more he tried to restrain the most intuitive emotions, the more intense this unbearable pain became.

After Namer noticed Bogut's abnormality, he got up and prepared to approach, "Teacher, what's wrong with you?"

In a panic, Bogut got up and knocked the preserved fruit on the table to the ground, "Your Highness, this is the end of today's lesson."

Leaving Namer behind, he looked puzzled at Bogut's leaving figure.

And Bogut walked quickly, heading straight for Mani Furong's bedroom.

Because of Bogut's status as high priest and Manefetti's special courtesy to Bogut, everyone on the road did not stop him.

The sound of hurried footsteps echoed in the empty corridor, and stopped abruptly as Manefetti looked back.

"High Priest Bogut,"

Manefetti's long reddish-brown hair scattered randomly in the sun, like a burning flame, and her plain white long skirt, still the most eye-catching presence in the garden full of exotic flowers and plants.

"Your Royal Highness," the air rushing out of the throat suddenly stagnated, and Bogut stood still and coughed with his face flushed.

Such a scene would unexpectedly happen to a well-learned and prudent priest on weekdays.

The curvature of Manefetti's lips was deeper, and there was no adornment on her whole body. She had an elegant smile as always, and her gentle and focused gaze, "High Priest Bogut, but what happened to Namer?"

There was a trace of embarrassment in the dodging eyes, Bogut forced himself to calm down, and said bluntly, "Your Highness, the princess, did these recent actions because of that Egyptian."

Bogut thinks that he already knows Manefetti very well, at least he can accurately judge whether she is happy or not.

"High Priest, this is not something you should be concerned about," Manefetti said with a charming smile, but her tone sank.