Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

Tens of thousands of elite soldiers in armor, pushing heavy baggage carts, cavalry, infantry, and Ramesses' unique two-horse chariot team, the long and long team stretched for miles, and there was no end in sight.

Ramses marched like Nubia with his strong soldiers and generals.

Egypt's military power is indeed strong!

It is recorded in ancient books that in order to obtain the treasure land of Nubia, Ramses launched a competition with the Hittite country, and a fierce conflict occurred between the two sides in a small town called Kadesh.

When she first heard that Ramses was going to attack Nubia, Wen Ruo felt a convulsion in her heart.

Was this the war he thought it was, the battle of Kadesh?

Historically, Ramses was ambushed by the Hittites when he attacked Kadesh, and was almost defeated. The Hittite prince Muwatalis led [-] elite soldiers to ambush here, and the deceived prince was seriously injured...

In the end, however, the young pharaoh won, as the Hittites turned from a brief victory to a defeat for various reasons.

These may all be his conjectures.

This time it might just be an ordinary war.

It's just that he thought too much.

Fine beads of sweat flowed across his forehead and neck, almost soaking his gauze robe, and the sad welts were truly painful.

"Are you okay?" It was a female voice who spoke, Wen Ruo looked up, and a young woman in armor with not-so-delicate facial features looked at him curiously.

Her name is Hemut, and she is a female general under Ramses.

This time she came to Nubia with Mossack and others. A while ago, because of her own private affairs, His Royal Highness gave her a few days off. Now that the matter is settled, she is ready to go with them.

I have heard from Mo Puren and the others that the prince brought back a slave when he conquered Jerusalem, and he was very tolerant of him.

It was really unusual to meet this time, but with this appearance, she hadn't seen many of them in all of Egypt.

Wen Ruo barely sat up straight, and said in a hoarse voice, "It's nothing." '

Really, quite stubborn.

He looked like he had wounds on his body.

"No—" Hemut said, taking out a burlap bag containing dried figs, wheat bread, and water.

"The journey is long, you'd better eat more, or you won't have the strength."

Wen Ruo took it and smiled at Hemut.

This girl is pretty good.

I don't know how many times stronger than that Mossack.

Hemut smiled heartily, then got out of the car and returned to the front troops.

Wen Ruo followed his line of sight and saw that Ramses took the lead in the battle robe of a coach. They Egyptians are warlike, especially the monarch and crown prince who personally wear robes in command every time they fight. The kings are all accomplished in battle.

Seen from the back, Ramses is heroic and extraordinary. The commander's shirt can be distinguished from ordinary soldiers and generals at a glance. His golden armor is dazzling.

He was standing on a two-horse chariot with Mossack holding the horse rope for him.

Even if he couldn't see his face, Wen Ruo could still imagine the iron-blooded temperament of the man in front of him.

As if feeling a sense, Ramses suddenly turned around.

He met Wen Ruo's eyes exactly.

His heart skipped a beat, he hurriedly put down the curtain of the carriage, and sat back down again, feeling his face was hot as if what he was thinking just now had been seen clearly by the man's clear eyes.

Oh open?

Are you peeking at yourself?

The man who realized this was unexpectedly excited.

He turned around with a smile on his face.

Mossack looked back and frowned, only to find that there was nothing behind the white soldiers, what are they doing~

This insignificant episode fell into the eyes of another general.

With an inexplicable smile on the corner of Mo Puren's mouth, he was riding on the horse, alas, this time the journey to the war will not be boring.

The army walked along the Nile River from north to south, and turned westward when it reached the lower reaches of the first waterfall of the Nile River.

The confluence of the branch of the Nile with the source of the Mediterranean Sea was stationed.

Wen Ruo felt dizzy. After walking for a long distance, he was at a loss for a moment when he saw the soldiers who had stopped to rest.

The wound on his back has not completely healed, he can only barely stand upright or lean slightly, and whenever he touches the back, there will be a piercing pain.

It was so embarrassing!

Those Egyptian soldiers had their own things to do, they sat down and put up tents, lit fire pots, and fed the horses. …

The clear vision suddenly became blurred, and the moment Wen Ruo fell back, Wen Ruo felt that he had fallen into a warm embrace, which was generous and reassuring.

Very comfortable feeling.

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Wake up again.

He was already in a tent, and he was lying there in a prone position with a wool felt under his body and a thin piece of clothing covering his back.

When he frowned, a voice full of smiles came: "Did you sleep soundly in this king's arms?"

Wen Ruo was startled, and hurriedly raised her head to meet a pair of pale green pupils, with a little teasing.

He hurriedly rolled and crawled to get off the man, but in the end he pulled the scar on his back, and he grinned in pain.

Ramses grabbed him and moved gently: "Be careful, even if you want to escape, you have to wait until your body is completely healed."

Gentleness gave him a hard look.

This man said that on purpose.

He knew he couldn't escape no matter what.

"Lie down." Ramses ordered, pointing to the bed not far away.

Wen Ruo frowned, what is he going to do?

In broad daylight, there were soldiers outside.

Then I thought about watching ancient TV dramas where the Chinese emperors hunted outside and brought their families and beauties with them. When they were interested, they would build a simple shed at any time and then...

Thinking of this, Wen Ruo felt a sense of vigilance in her heart, her round eyes were fixed on the people around her, and she glanced at the door of the tent from the corner of her eye, with a vigilant expression on her face.

Ramses felt amused when he saw it, walked over and pulled him over: "I'll give you the medicine."

The welt marks on Wen Ruo's back were made by him. He knew the pain from the whip, especially in the later stage. If he didn't take good care of it, he would develop hidden diseases, and it would be itchy and painful when it was rainy.

Wen Ruo was still struggling, but Ramses was about to run out of patience, so he pulled him rudely and threw him on the bed.

Take the medicine bottle.

He stretched out his legs and restrained the disobedient slave.

The skirt was lifted, and a chill came over, Wen Ruo couldn't help shivering.

The cold ointment was drawn along the skin, and the cold touch was extremely comfortable.

Ramses looked at the pink traces on the back of the person below him, raised his hand and kneaded the ointment along the back and stroked it from top to bottom. These were all bestowed by him, what a good skin it was.

Now looking at the marks one after another makes people worry and really makes people feel distressed and want to take pity on them.

Throat involuntarily dry up.

He swallowed, his pale green eyes had turned dark green, making it hard to figure out what he was thinking of writing.

Wen Ruo's body trembled in circles.

It's too embarrassing and weird for me and Ramses to look like this.

He really wanted the bed to collapse right away so he could hide in it.

The body was turned around, and he was forced to look at him.

Ramses looked at his chest unabashedly, and smiled lightly: "Egyptian men have the habit of wearing breast ornaments, why don't you wear one here as my mark?"

Wen Ruo was terrified.

"No." He blurted out without even thinking about it, it hurts even thinking about making a hole there.

His face immediately turned pale, it seemed that he was really bluffed.

Ramses became more interested, approached him, and smiled: "Don't worry, you are so skinny and tender, why would you be willing to punch a hole in your body before I love you?"

Those restless hands were about to peel off the clothes under him.

At this time, Mossak opened the curtain of the tent and came in, seeing the ambiguous relationship between his prince and this servant, his handsome face was stained with a layer of blush.

day.

His prince was actually with a slave, and that person was actually held in His Highness's arms.

It's outrageous.

After reacting, Mossack felt a burst of anger in his heart. He suppressed another strange feeling in his heart, and stared straight at Wen Ruo.

Wen Ruo avoided his gaze, wanting to die in shame and indignation.

This Ramesses was so hateful that he was seen by others, and he felt like a woman for others to watch.

Angrily, he pushed the person on him away, picked up the quilt and covered himself completely regardless of whether his back hurts or not.

Ramses got up and looked at the capable general who suddenly interrupted his good work with a cold face.

"what's up?"

"The spies caught two people in front, and they look like they are from Nubia." Mossack bowed his head and replied.

Nubia?

Ramses changed his face, glanced at the person under the quilt, and walked towards the door instead.

"Go and see."

The two left the room one after the other.

When there was no sound of Ramses in the surrounding area, Rourou carefully lifted the quilt.

No one is empty.

The man is definitely gone.

He suddenly felt desolate in his heart. In the chaotic time and space deep in his own body, he was trampled on at will and had no freedom at all. Others came and left as they wanted.

Wen Ruo sat on the bed and hugged his knees, suddenly recalling what he heard, Nubian spy?

He had read in the book that during the Battle of Kadesh, Ramses captured two Nubian spies on the way. In fact, they were Hittite spies, deliberately appearing in the sight of the Egyptians, in order to bring them False intelligence confuses the Egyptians.

I am a person in this modern time and space, and I happen to know what happened thousands of years ago.

He, should he tell that arrogant and paranoid man?

This is a scam?

Listening to those two people will put him in a dead end?

Wen Ruo was thinking irritably, her mind was tangled.

Don't tell, he's dead, and he can just escape, and it's better to go anywhere than to be with him.

tell, why?

Because he didn't want to see him die so easily?

No, no, no, he won't die, he'll just get badly wounded, lose a lot, barely win this war.

Do you want to tell him?

If the secret is leaked, is it equivalent to disobedience on the same day?

Reversing the established facts, I don't know if I will be punished?

Ramses promised him freedom if he could not take Nubia.

He will not take down this city-state no matter what this time, at most he can only take down a small town in Nubia.

Moreover, he would be injured even if he barely wins when all the elite soldiers fall. If he tells him, then he will avoid a heavy loss.

But, will he keep his promise and let him go?

He vaguely remembered that before he set off on the road that day, Ramses coaxed in his ear: "If you please me, I will give you everything."

"Is it okay to lift the ban on me?"

"If I can't take Nubia this time, I will give you what you most desire." Ramses said to him.

So, did he really, would, let himself go?