[Egyptian doujinshi] The legend of flattery and misfortune

The Temple of the Goddess of Mut on this river bank is small and exquisite, and it belongs to the property directly managed by the Pharaoh. In addition to several highly respected priestesses, there are also several widowed concubines. The architect skillfully let the Nile River pass through it to irrigate the temple. Lush garden.

There is also a large orchard behind the temple, and a group of young female workers who come to learn textile technology live near the orchard.

Therefore, when a group of people from the Rand Heights entered the Goddess Temple with great momentum, they actually caused a lot of inconvenience to the inherent residents inside.The priestess told the young weavers not to run around, and she and several royal widows went to see the noble pharaoh.

The Pharaoh’s injury was not serious, so it’s a bit of a fuss for the chief physician to lead the doctors to check around. However, the goddess Mut is the patron saint of the doctors. These doctors learned to hold meetings in this temple when they were apprentices. Ah Kenami's act of gathering everyone here will not arouse the suspicion of unrelated people.

Chief Physician Hatushet took meticulous care of every scrape of the pharaoh, and the hemostatic ointment was prepared with precious ground yellow ochre, fig juice, medicinal watermelon and honey.The pharaoh's burns were also bandaged with medicine. Hatushet personally took the black mud of the Nile River, heated and cooked some small livestock manure, ground it, added fermented beer, and then applied it on the injured skin.

Akenami helped by grinding fried barley and medicinal watermelon into powder, mixed with dry acacia resin, soaked in oil together, and finally applied the oily dressing on the more severely burned parts .Acacia resin has a sweet and sour taste, which is good at masking some nasty smells.Hatushie has been taking care of the Pharaoh's illness all year round, and Akenami has become his tacit assistant.

After a long treatment process, the pharaoh finally let out a sigh of relief, leaning on the wooden and gold-plated couch with his eyes closed and meditating, enduring the not-so-light pain.

Akenami asked Hatushie softly: "What about changing the dressing?"

The Chief Physician took out a roll of papyrus from his arms, on which the prescription was written in detail: "Twice a day, I will leave the ointment for the scratches to the imperial concubine, and replace the ointment with wax, cooked butter, paper A mixture of sedge and carob fruit, but it is always reassuring for the imperial concubine to do it herself."

Akenami put it away carefully, looked at the pharaoh who seemed to be asleep, and nodded towards the chief physician. The two were about to take the other doctors to leave, when the pharaoh suddenly closed his eyes and asked, "What happened to the Prince Xitai?" ?”

Hatushie quickly stopped in his tracks, ran back again, and replied respectfully: "Because the Pharaoh's bones have been examined and there is no problem, I have sent a specialist doctor to check on Prince Xitai, but the doctor did not order the maid to come to ask Any assistance would be fine."

The pharaoh was surrounded by a group of people before, and he only felt the noise in his ears. Now he closed his eyes and rested, knowing that he was in good health and could not neglect the original owner of the temple, so he told Akenami: "The priests and concubines are still here. Wait, let them in."

These widowed concubines are all the widows of their father, Emperor Amenhotep IV, and there are about seven or eight of them.Although the fourth generation was in poor health, as a pharaoh, he was very dedicated and capable in continuing his descendants, and there were not many concubines in the harem.The only one who gave birth to more than one child was the empress dowager. Regardless of what happened later, Amenhotep IV did have a sincere heart for Nefertiti.

It was the first time for the concubines to meet the pharaoh couple, so the topic had to turn to the former king, and they flattered the empress dowager and the pharaoh's biological mother Qi Ya from time to time.

The pharaoh was a little bored, but his mother Qi Ya still touched his sensitive heart, he asked for a lyre and a castanet tambourine, and said to Akenna: "Sing that song to me. "

As soon as Akenami picked up the harp and played the tune, an old concubine had already noticed the clue and offered to accompany her.All the old people in the court who were old enough to know that this is a love song sung by Pharaoh's biological mother Chia for the late king from time to time.

"I'll breathe the sweet breath from your lips,

I will gaze at your beauty every day,

I pray to hear your voice,

Sweet as the northern breeze,

Your limbs will be young with my love,

And you will give me your soul-carrying arms,

I will accept it,

and live by it,

You will call my name for my eternal life,

and endlessly,

My lord Tutankhamun,

You will stay forever and ever,

live like the gods,

King of upper and lower Egypt, above the truth,

lord of two lands,

God's beautiful Son of God who came down to time,

You will live forever. "

Akennamei sincerely praised the pharaoh's ability to survive this catastrophe, and the palace is full of female relatives and acquaintances, so her sincerity, which has always been shy, made these old concubines who had been widowed for many years feel warm. previous feelings.

At this time, she didn't know that the walls had ears, and all the singing was heard by those who cared.

Sai Nasha originally thought that he had a broken bone and was waiting in the side hall to be examined by a doctor, but as usual, the doctor had to serve the Pharaoh first, and Sai Nasha had to wait as long as he was still alive.

It's just that Irbonni's teasing eyes told Senasa that if the doctor didn't come again, this extremely clever clerk would be so bored that he would be playing with the prince's severed arm.It's hard for Irbonni, who has been holding up a broken arm for Senasa, it's really overkill.

Irbonne touched his smooth and clean hair with his free hand, sighed and said, "My prince, is it possible that the old man is seriously injured? If so, you can only It's a minor injury."

"It doesn't matter if you can wait a moment longer for the Egyptian imperial doctor to see you." Senasa had selfish intentions, he didn't tell Irbonne that his arm was broken this time, maybe it had something to do with his old injury relation.

If iron smelting is the untold secret of Western Taiwan, then medical skills have the same meaning for Egypt. Egyptian doctors are the most valued talents around the Great Green Sea. If there are doctors in Egypt's foreign missions, the other country I will offer good wine, meat, and women at all costs, and I just hope that the mission can stay longer.

For Xitai, a plateau country where all the people are soldiers, the high survival rate of wounded soldiers on the battlefield in Egypt is enough to offset the unfavorable factor that Egypt has no iron tools.At least under the same injury conditions, the Xitai soldiers are definitely hopeless. It is for the Egyptian imperial doctor to diagnose and treat himself to prevent future troubles, so he took the risk of blocking the half of the wheel with a gun on his old injured arm .

As soon as the words fell, a young doctor hurried in with a medicine box on his back. He didn't say much, and went straight to the broken arm. He was so young, and Sai Nasha couldn't hide his surprise in his eyes. At least he had contact with Xitai. The doctors who arrived were all gray-haired old men.

The doctor may have noticed that he just needed a topic to divert the patient's attention: "Top doctors will accept priesthood when they are old, serve the temple, and facilitate the popularization and teaching of medical skills. Although the serving doctors are young, they all It has passed the most severe test of the Temple of Mut."

Senasa was seriously comprehending the process of teaching Egyptian medical skills in his words, when he suddenly heard a crisp "click" sound from his bones, which had been reconnected, and Irbonne looked at it with horror .

The young doctor opened the box to take the ointment, and asked casually: "It's not a fracture, it's just a dislocated elbow and a sprain, but according to my judgment, this is not the first time His Highness has been injured, right?"

Senasa nodded slightly, but he sincerely admired it in his heart. However, due to the presence of Irbonni, he couldn't say too much in detail, so he had to say cryptically: "I hope it will not cause any inconvenience in the future."

The imperial doctor immediately expressed his understanding: "If His Royal Highness is not in a hurry to return to China, I can arrange an operation for you."

Sai Nasha couldn't wish more. After all, if he underwent surgery at the West Station, he would most likely have to reunite with his mother who died young. He couldn't take such a risk.

However, although he was very yearning for the operation, he was not in a hurry. At this moment, Sai Nasha wanted to take advantage of the opportunity and use the excuse of thanking the Pharaoh to tell the truth about the fact that there were spies around the Pharaoh.

The imperial doctor did not recommend that Senasa run around at this time. What he needed was to rest in bed. The repeated attacks of his old injuries had proved the importance of rest, and it was better for him to do less strenuous exercise in the future.

But Sai Nasha was very persistent, and the eloquent Irbonni also helped out. The imperial doctor had no choice but to ask again and again before taking Sai Nasha to the hall.And Irbonni hesitated for a moment, quickly made a judgment between slaps and beauty, and found that his love of beauty had the upper hand, so he naturally went with Sai Nasha.

When passing by the courtyard of the temple, a group of young textile workers across the canal, giggling and peeping at the handsome and handsome Prince Xitai, Sai Nasha looked over, and they dispersed again blushing.

All these fell into the eyes of Ampsu, who was arranging snacks and drinks for the pharaoh couple. At this moment, she was directing the low-level priests to be busy. Seeing the hateful Xitai people attracting bees and butterflies, she couldn't help but let out a cold "" from her nose. Humph" sound, stepped forward to block the way of people coming and going.

"These two people can't go to the hall," Ampsu said viciously to the young imperial doctor, "The imperial concubine said that she doesn't want to see people from Xitai again."

"I'm going to visit the Pharaoh." Senasa was very polite to Apsu's vicious voice, even too polite, and Apsu trembled with anger: "My lady, you should know that I am with you. Pharaoh was wounded together."

In this way, it was difficult for Ampsu to stop her, so she could only watch the three walk away, leaving her sulking in place.

As they got closer to the main hall, the three of them heard the clear "ding dong" sound of the harp in the wind. Now that the entertainment started, it meant that the pharaoh was in good condition and in a good mood. Sai Nasha regained his composure and organized his thoughts. The singing came.

Is it a young woman singing, or a love song praising the pharaoh? I am afraid that only the imperial concubine is qualified to do so.Her voice is clear and sweet, comparable to the faint fragrance of lotus flowers in the river, but her voice is a little shy, and there is even a lovely tremor in the high pitch, Sai Nasha, who wanders around in various banquets, knows that such a woman is a raise In the deep boudoir, she seldom performed in front of others.

This imperial concubine didn't seem to match the one who drove them out of the palace fiercely last time. Senasa and Irbonni looked at each other, both aroused infinite curiosity.

Because the imperial doctor came in to inform the prince of Xitai to see him, the singing stopped suddenly, and when Sai Nasha was waiting for the transmission, he felt inexplicably regretful.

Pharaoh was not in a hurry to summon, but first reprimanded the irrelevant female relatives, and then asked in a low voice: "How is the injury of Prince Xitai?"

The imperial doctor did not hide anything, and said in all detail: "Your Highness is not a fracture as expected, but a dislocation and sprain of the elbow. According to my diagnosis, this dislocation is an old injury."

Pharaoh became interested: "What's the matter with this old injury?" Because he loves to play with chariots, he also knows that if a person's joints are injured and not properly maintained, they will develop into frequent dislocations. Second-rate?"

"A piece of the bone protruding from the elbow has been worn out, many times, but I'm not sure, and His Royal Highness didn't say anything." The imperial doctor actually doesn't like this kind of disobedient patient, but he still does his duty: "But he is willing surgery."

The Pharaoh subconsciously looked at his hands. Except for the faint marks of the reins, these hands were as clean as a woman's. He remembered those powerful palms full of calluses from practicing swords when Senasara held him. Aken Namei knew what he was thinking, and suddenly threw the harp and grabbed Pharaoh's hands. Pharaoh's eyes were full of gratitude, and he cleared his throat and said, "Let him in!"

The author has something to say: Tucao Irbonne is so interesting, I can't help it...

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