Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

Thinking so, Wen Ruo still walked over, but he hesitated: "Your Majesty...I...won't..."

"Why are you so far away?" Ramses pulled Wen Ruo over and saw him lead him towards him.

To put it bluntly, his arm was hurt because of him, look at his expression, let him bandage him, and he looks reluctant.

Shouldn't he be grateful to him?

Otherwise, today's wound should be on his body, right?

Ramses pretended to be displeased: "This king is trying to save you, what's your attitude?"

Seeing this, Wen Ruo said, "Your Majesty, I'm worried that your wound may become infected and suppurate if you don't use the imperial physician... When the time comes..."

I realized how I just found out today that Wen Ruo is a bitch, if you ask him to bandage him, it’s fine if you come and bandage him, what infection is there?

He's strong enough to worry about festering wounds

Ramses looked at him and waved again: "Come."

Wen Ruo had no choice but to walk over.

Pick up the box, gauze, etc. left by the medical officer just now.

Ramses was sitting on a carved chair, the robe on his body retreated to his waist, and there was a large blood hole on his left arm. Even though the medical officer had treated it just now, the place bitten by the wolf's mouth was still oozing blood Wen Ruo looked at it with a strange feeling in his heart.

Leaning over, the nasal cavity is full of the fishy smell of the mixture of medicine and blood, which should not have appeared on the man beside him.

Thinking about not long ago, Ramses hugged him and used his arms to shield him from the attack of the gray wolf. He should have been the one who was injured.

But the man took it for him.

Wen Ruo looked at the circles of wrapped gauze, feeling a little complicated in his heart.

"Your Majesty, raise your arms a little higher." After a while, he said softly.

The medical officer wiped it on him, but he threw out the medicine halfway through.

Looking at the bottles and cans in front of him, Wen Ruo picked up the dark brown gourd-shaped glass bottle, which was used by the medical officer just now.

He picked some milky plaster like Ramses's arm and wiped it off.

It felt sticky, Wen Ruo carefully applied it.

Suddenly: "Your Majesty, your blood is coming out again, I think it's better to let..." Before he finished speaking, Ramses interrupted roughly: "It's okay."

While talking, he looked down at the people below him, Wen Ruo’s careful look could be seen in his eyes, every time the wraps on his body were so gentle, Ramses was injured countless times, never had a wrapping made him so pleasing to the eye and willing to hurt Deeper.

He likes to see the worry hidden in the low brows and eyes of this young and thin man.

Does he care about himself?

Thinking of this, he couldn't help lowering his head and gently rubbing the other's black hair between his lips. It was soft and smooth, which aroused the inexplicable tenderness in his heart.

Wen Ruo shook her hands, almost spilled the plaster, and said in a panic, "Your Majesty, the medicine hasn't been...prepared yet"

He kissed the top of his head like this, making him in a trance and messing up the original order of taking the medicine.

"It's okay, you can continue to bandage the king, no hindrance." Ramses murmured vaguely while kissing.

Wen Ruo listened to Heartbleed, and he didn't interfere, but he had something to do with it. Ramses sat there and touched him for a while, and he couldn't do it because his random touches could still be regarded as Like no one else.

Now Wen Ruo just feels distraught.

The person above his head had no intention of stopping. Under the candlelight, Wen Ruo suddenly became extremely sensitive, and all the unique breath of Ramses came to him, as if the air had condensed.

He resisted his slightly trembling hands, trying to wrap up the gauze bandage as soon as possible.

Suddenly the waist tightened, and the whole body was brought into the broad chest. Wen Ruo's face was pressed against Ramses' heart, where the wheat-colored skin was smooth and cold, and his hot cheeks were warm and soft when they collided, a wonderful feeling .

When he came back to his senses, Ramses had moved along his hair color to his forehead, cheeks, and slowly stabilized his thin lips.

Asking the current person to give him the medicine, it turned out that he was slowly scratching an itch. Although being cautious made him feel that he was cared about, it also aroused the eagerness in his heart.

Thinking of Ramses almost like this, his heart moved at will, and he was directly pressed into his arms.

After two beeps, Wen Ruo woke up suddenly. Ramses was injured. He hugged him like this with his injured arm, right?

After breaking free randomly, she gasped unsteadily: "Your Majesty, your wound..."

After finally applying the medicine, it is now smeared for nothing.

"This king is the son of the Sun God, blessed by God, this little injury is nothing." It seems love!The sudden interruption of fun left him unsatisfied.

Ramses was dissatisfied and hugged the person under him again, not giving him a chance to speak...

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The next day.

Wen Ruo woke up from the bed, her body was numb, and her chaotic eyelids could hardly be opened completely.

Ramses' sudden rise last night made him barely close his eyes all night.

This man was too tough, he didn't care about his body at all, he looked to the side and found that the seat was empty.

He was surprised that Ramses was not on the bed, did he get up already?

After going barefoot to the ground, I found that there was no one in the empty bedroom.

Wen Ruo frowned, isn't he here?

"Wake up." Just as he was thinking, a smiling voice came from behind him.

Ramses has finished dressing, with the crown of Atif on his head, looking radiant.

Wearing a water-blue gauze robe, the wound on his left arm was completely covered.

After a night of fun, the man who was satisfied in the morning woke up very early, and now he has returned from court.

Seeing Wen Ruo go up: "Wash up, this king will take you to see yesterday's spoils of war."

Only then did Wen Ruo remember the gray wolf and crocodile that were hunted yesterday.

"they……"

"I'm going to make one of the female wolf skins into a robe for you, and make the rest into mummies and offer them to the priests in the king's temple." Ramses said leisurely.

mummy.

Wen Ruo knew that the ancient Egyptians were keen to make human and animals into mummies and put them in the tomb.

It's just that he hasn't seen the production process.

Then: "Your Majesty, I think..."

……

After a moment.

Wen Ruo looked at the scene in front of him in amazement, and Ramses satisfied his curiosity and brought him into the land of Nafer.

Whether it is a person or an animal, their corpses must be thoroughly cleaned before making mummies, and then sent to the holy land of Nafir, which is actually a workshop dedicated to making mummies.

Inside there was a large half-meter-high iron table covered with a layer of papyrus. A few dull-faced men in the room walked by and saw them come in and bowed their heads to salute.

Ramses motioned for them to continue.

The craftsmen who made the mummies put the hunted crocodile on the shelf, and laid it flat on the back. At this time, one of the craftsmen picked up a knife and cut a hole in the head and neck of the crocodile, and stretched his hand in for a while.

Wen Ruo felt sick to his stomach when he saw it, but those craftsmen seemed to be used to it and didn't care.

After a while, a lump of blood and flesh was taken out from the cut opening.

"This is the liver of a crocodile," Ramses explained.

Wen Ruo was puzzled: "Why take out the liver?"

"Except for the heart, all the organs in their bodies will be taken out and placed in separate bottles."

Ramses stood beside him, seeing that he didn't understand, he continued to explain: "The mummification process is complicated, and the things must be completely dehydrated. If the internal organs are left in the stomach, they will rot and leak pus, which will affect the entire corpse. Take these things out and put them in a salt shaker to absorb the water, then apply turpentine spices and other substances for processing, and finally wrap them in gauze one by one and stuff them back."

"Why don't you take the heart?" Wen Ruo said.

"The heart is the symbol of wisdom, the place of the soul, and the god Anubis will weigh it in the underworld."

Wen Ruo suddenly remembered that he had seen before that the Egyptians were mummified after death. When they passed through the underworld, Anubis, the god of death, would bring the dead people to the goddess Thor for the final judgment. On a steelyard, the other half of the scale is a feather. If the person is pure and kind-hearted and has no evil desires, the scale will be even. If the other person has too much desire and the heart is heavier than the weight of the feather, then he will not be able to get the goddess. Thor's approval.

Also can't enter the final reincarnation guidance, can't be reborn.

Thinking of this, Wen Ruo suddenly understood the reason why animals don't take hearts.

It must be because of this taboo, so when making animal mummies, they also subconsciously keep the heart.

At this moment, Wen Ruo saw one of the craftsmen knocking a hole in the crocodile's forehead and inserting it with a thin tube. After a while, some liquid would flow out, which made him feel uncomfortable.

"Animal mummy can't have the slightest rot. In order to ensure the complete storage of the corpse, the pulp of the brain must be extracted."

Ramses said calmly.

After these matters were dealt with, the crocodile was taken down. Ramses told him that the crocodile would be dried in the sand for about a month and a half. When the body was completely dry, it was taken out, and turpentine, spices, coconut oil and other preservatives were applied to it, and then Wrapped in layers of gauze and placed in the tomb to accompany the owner.

It is not only a funeral object but also a listening tool to accompany the owner's loneliness on the long journey of rebirth.

After hearing this, Wen Ruo lamented that the Egyptians could think of anything for the afterlife.

They deal with death so calmly, so cautiously, even piously.

One begins to think about the afterlife and prepares for it before one actually leaves one's body.

Just like Ramses, he started to build tombs and sacrifices for himself not long after he took the throne.