Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

The annual Nile flood season is just around the corner when Sirius and the rising sun star appear on the horizon.

The monstrous floods covered the plains with mud, which kicked off the prelude to the annual flood season in ancient Egypt with arrogance.

The Egyptians called this season Acht, and they prayed to the river god for the gift of God to make the flood more violent, so that after the flood subsides in November, the ground is covered with nutrients from the brown silt of the hills. Much like it's about to squirt out.

Hardworking farmers will return to the fields to sow seeds, hoping for a good harvest in the coming year.

Looking at the continuous rain outside the window.

Wen Ruojing stood there quietly, and had been a priest in the sacrificial courtyard for some time.

In the near future, a large-scale worship activity will be held in the palace.

As the chief priest, Wen Ruo had to participate.

In front of him was a brand-new set of sacrificial attire, a moon-white broad robe, a semicircular gold and gemstone-studded shoulder ornament carved on his shoulder, and black short leather boots. Now he has completely transformed into the attire of a servant of God.

"Are you nervous?" An elegant voice came from behind.

Know who it is without looking back.

Today, Ramses is dressed in a light gold embroidered satin robe, elegant and elegant, with a red and white double crown of Upper and Lower Egypt on his head. In the middle of the crown is a king cobra made of colorful glass, which is a symbol of status and power.

"Tomorrow's sacrificial ceremony, are you afraid?" Ramses has already pulled him closer to his arms, and every time he sees him, he will pull him closer to him, as if that's why he feels that this thin man will fall down at the touch People belong to themselves.

Wen Ruo smiled: "A little bit." Although he has been a priest for a while, he has not presided over a decent sacrifice activity.

In private, everyone knew the relationship between him and the king, but they didn't show it when they met.

Still respectful to him and calling him Lord Banya.

However, he understands in his heart that there are probably not many people who are sincere to him, except... the man in front of him that he doesn't like to see very much.

It seems that here, he, and only him.

"Don't be afraid, the king will always be by your side, nothing will happen." As if to comfort him, Ramses held his knuckles, his eyes were as bright as a natural star.

Wen Ruo laughed silently.

He no longer resists when a man hugs him, maybe because he knows how to resist, the end result is the same or maybe because he is used to it.

"I'll give you something." Ramses seemed to remember something, let go of him, and took out a golden bracelet from his arms.

The shiny gold dazzled Wen Ruo's eyes.

A very beautiful bracelet decorated with an eagle shape made of gold and amethyst turquoise. The edges of the bracelet are inlaid with small colorful gemstones. The overall look is very expensive and dazzling.

Ramses gave him the bracelet?

Wen Ruo was a little surprised.

"This is a tribute from Libya. There is a pair. This king will give you one." Every year, the defeated country or the country that belongs to it pays tribute and taxes like Egypt. Libya produces lapis lazuli and turquoise. middle.

At that time, the image of Wen Ruo wearing it on his arm came to mind.

After the court meeting, he immediately brought it.

At this moment, he snapped Wen Ruo's hand over, and put the thing on the other's wrist with great interest.

The size is just right, the man is very happy.

Wen Ruo was a little apprehensive, did he share the same accessories as Ramses?

Wen Ruo, who has read the book, knows that the eagle is the incarnation of Horus, a sacred object that can only be adorned by emperors of all dynasties, and Ramses calls himself Horus in the world.

He is the emperor, and he is just a small priest.

Why are you wearing such a precious thing?

"Your Majesty, this...is probably inappropriate." Wen Ruo said.

Ramses was startled, looked at him and snorted: "What's wrong, you don't like it?"

I looked very vivid, the design of the eagle was lifelike, and the Libyan really fell in love with it, knowing that he likes the head of the eagle.

"No...this is..." Wen Ruo looked at his wrist, his heart beating faster. This is a noble jewelry that only pharaohs can wear.

Ramses saw what he meant, and smiled: "This is something that the king gave you, the king's grace is bestowed by gods, and you still don't thank Banya."

The person he likes, he said that if he is qualified to wear it, he is qualified.

Wen Ruo is different from others, and Ramses knows that this man holds a different position in his heart.

He wants to share the beauty of this world with him.

The man firmly pressed the gold bracelet on his hand.

Seeing his persistence, Wen Ruo's heart beat even faster.

But at the same time, another inexplicable emotion lingered in his heart, and he didn't think much about what it was.

"Are you hungry?" Ramses caressed his face. After knowing him for so long, he was still skinny, especially at night, when he hugged him, the ribs at his waist knocked against his hands.

Too thin is not good.

Ramses asked as he led him to the hall outside.

The long table is full of delicacies from mountains and seas.

Rows of round shelves for bouquets are placed on both sides, with colorful pale pink flowers on them, hundreds of bamboo baskets are filled with prepared food, some are steaming inside, and there are cakes, bread, Biscuits, milk, purple grapes, etc.

The maid saw Ramses coming, and stepped forward in an orderly manner to bring the dishes in the basket to the table.

Cleaned roast chicken, roast duck, fresh goose, and fish roe caught from the Nile.

Wen Ruo was a little stunned, and that's what happened to the Man Han Quan Banquet.

It seems that emperors all over the world are the same, and they are very generous to themselves when it comes to eating.

After seated.

Wen Ruo was dazzled for a moment, not knowing which one to eat.

Ramses looked at the belly with a piece of fish, picked the spines, and put it in his bowl: "This is an angelfish caught from Lake Phiam, try it."

This name is really fairy~~~

Wen Ruo was a little interested, so he picked up a fork and took a bite. The fish smelled delicious, and the taste of the fish was also heavenly.

Wen Ruo couldn't help laughing, and met Ramses' eyes: "Not bad."

After laughing, he found that the man looked at him strangely, and he was a little curious: "What's wrong?"

After a while, Ramses seemed to be amazed: "You should smile more."

I am like a young man who has lost his soul. The smile just now really made the flowers around him eclipse.

Wen Ruo almost choked, because of the other party's praise, his originally calm heart was turbulent again.

He bowed his head in silence and hurriedly started eating.

Ramses didn't say anything when he saw this, his kitten was shy.

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the next day.

After a night of drizzle, the Royal Palace of Memphis was fine, and the flowers in the garden were even more charming and radiant.

Today is a great day from God.

It is a sacrificial ceremony attended by all dignified princes and nobles in Egypt.

Wen Ruo was woken up by Ramses early in the morning and packed up her clothes.

A large number of people have gathered at the gate of the palace, and all of them are dressed up to attend today.

Mo Puren, Mossack, Hetem and others were all in military uniform with spears in their hands and swords hanging from their waists.

Ramses was dressed in a dark blue thorn gold robe, wearing a blue and white headscarf with the crown of Atif hanging on it, and walked down the steps with a majestic expression into the carriage.

On the other side, Wen Ruo was sitting in another slightly inferior car, dressed in formal attire. In the car, he was thinking of Ramses pulling him over and kissing him lightly on the forehead before parting this morning, telling him not to nervous.

Thinking of this, he involuntarily took out the bracelet hidden in his chest.

For the first time, someone gave me something.

What kind of emotional experience did he have with Ramses?

This man is arrogant, conceited, selfish and domineering. He forcibly imprisons himself by his side, regardless of joy, and gives him what he thinks is good, and gives him what he thinks is perfect.

What kind of feelings does he have towards him?

At this moment, the carriage moved forward slowly, and he bumped a bit. He regained his senses and put the bracelet back into his arms. This gift was too expensive, and he would not wear it openly in front of others no matter what.

Moreover, Ramses is too young, so he will definitely marry the queen in the future.

Thinking of this, he was a little depressed. Ramseses had countless harems in history, but he only loved Nefertari. This name means: "the most beautiful woman." Ramesses built his queen alone a Queen's Valley , richly decorated, located not far from his shrine....

Thinking of this, Wen Ruo felt a sense of irritability in his heart, why would he think about these things?

It is normal for an emperor to marry a wife, and it has nothing to do with him.

He sighed lightly.

Lifting the curtain and looking out the window, today is really a fine day.

The long procession of chariots and horses proceeded mightily like their destination.

They were going to a royal temple, located two or three miles west of the palace.

Ramses was obsessed with architectural design since he was a child. After he came to the throne, he expanded the land and prospered in production. He also built hundreds of temples, large and small, along the Nile River, each of which is a perfect work of art.

Go some way.

In front of the temple, the procession stopped.

Ramses had already got off the carriage with the support of everyone.

Army soldiers lined up on both sides holding spears, and Mossack and others controlled the order of the scene with serious faces.

Wen Ruo looked at the majestic and majestic temple in front of him. Most of the temples in ancient Egypt were made of stone, with a simple style. The column style is its main symbol. The head is like a blooming papyrus flower, and the column is tall and straight

, there are linear grooves, reliefs, pictographs, etc., and there are circles of foundation plates under the stone pillars, which are ancient and dignified. From the large arch at the entrance of the temple, there are granite floors all the way to the inside.

spectacular.

After a while, Wen Ruo felt that the ancient gardens he had observed in other cities in the past were too small, and this temple was astonishing.

As the chief priest, he walked to Ramses after getting off the car, and he would go in with the pharaoh to sacrifice the temple.

Seeing Wen Ruo standing behind his master, this shabby slave would one day climb to the most honored position of priest in all of Egypt and still be the leader, Mossack's lungs were about to explode.

Holding the whip at his waist, I really can't understand him like this, I really want to go up and beat him up.

"What, are you jealous?" A teasing voice came from behind.

Looking back, it was his comrade-in-arms, Mo Puren.

Facing those playful eyes, Mossack snorted heavily: "Whatever your business."

This comrade-in-arms just wanted to see himself make a fool of himself, and he would never do anything in front of him to catch him.

Except, last time.

Thinking of that during the Palestine War, when he saw Wen Ruo lost his mind for a moment, he felt a chill in his heart. It was best not to let him meet this new priest alone.

Mossak ignored the people around him and stood there waiting for Ramses' call at any time.

"Those who didn't know thought you fell in love with him and stared at them every day." Mo Puren slowly uttered an explosive sentence.

Mossack is about to jump up, if there are no people around, what nonsense is he talking about?

How could he like a captive and a slave?Although now he is favored by His Majesty as a sacrifice, he is still a slave in the final analysis.

How could he, a dignified Mossack general, like a male slave?

How could the hand-knocking ribs be as comfortable as a woman's soft waist?

"Bitch slave." After a while, the general who was flushed with anger spat out two words from his mouth.

Mo Puren sneered: "Keep your voice down, he is someone His Majesty likes, who are you calling a lowly slave?"

"You—" After reacting, Mossack became angry. Has this colleague learned to provoke?

How could he be dissatisfied with His Majesty?That was his earthly Horus, his faith.

"Let's go, honorable General Mossack." Mo Puren gave him a sideways look, full of teasing.

Knowing Mossack's temperament, he just made him a few words on purpose. It is estimated that this partner is already bursting with anger.

At the entrance of the temple, there is a Wangqing Pool.

Wen Ruo was a little confused, what is this for?Decorate?

Ramses came over and stood there when the priest in the temple came out and saluted him, holding a brown ceramic pot in his arms and filling the pool with water.

Then he stood by the pool very devoutly and chanted a mantra to the clear water.

At the end, he looked at Ramses and said, "Please wash your hands, Your Majesty."

Ramses walked over, lifted up the gauze sleeves lightly, and sent his long and slender fingers into the fresh spring to soak for a while, and then the goddess took a brocade handkerchief and dried him.

Then another person came up to Wen Ruo with a plate, bowed his head and asked him to wash his hands.

Wen Ruo was a little nervous for a while, it was the first time he saw such a scene, he knew that the priests of the Egyptian kings did not expect to wash their hands before the sacrifice.

It's so...serious.