Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

Seeing Wen Ruo's urgent look, Ramses smiled even wider.

He has a thin waist, and sometimes he can be wrapped around him with one hand. If such slender limbs are danced in front of him, with his unique plain face, it should look much better than those vulgar things in the palace. Well, it's also more interesting than these dwarves in front of you.

Thinking of him like this, he made up his mind that he must coax Wen Ruo into dancing at night.

Seeing that the most powerful man in Egypt was pulling another strange-looking man in an ambiguous posture, those dwarves accidentally tripped over their heels and fell backwards. This man caused disaster for several people. .

The manager next to him saw angry eyebrows and cursed: "What's wrong? Didn't you eat?"

Even the performance given to the king can be wrong, which is simply outrageous.

The dwarves came back to their senses and immediately knelt on the ground trembling and begging for forgiveness.

The manager walked over and was about to kick, when Ramses stopped him: "Forget it, let them go down."

The manager was slightly surprised, so he withdrew his feet and called them off the stage.

What happened to the king, he even forgave them, and then looked in Wen Ruo's direction, thinking that it was probably because the priest was by his side, and he knew His Majesty's wonderful feelings for Wen Ruo.

Ramses greeted him as well.

Seeing everyone around him being sent away, Wen Ruo felt an ominous premonition in his heart.

He retreated slowly, trying to keep a distance from Ramses.

The other party stood up after seeing it, and said softly: "Master Sacrifice, what are you refunding?"

"Uh...no." It's always embarrassing to be knocked over.

He turned his head and pretended not to care.

"Just now, my king was fascinated by you, did you like that dance very much?" Ramses induced.

"It's... okay." Wen Ruo felt more ominous, this person wouldn't want him here...

"It's okay? What do you mean, it means you think it's good?" Ramses has already stepped forward to block his way: "I don't think we should wait for the night, why don't you give this king here... "

Before she finished speaking, Wen Ruo was so frightened that she immediately pushed him away, and backed away again and again: "Your Majesty, I'm really not good at dancing. If you like, I can pick some beautiful women for you." Wen Ruo Thin sweat broke out on the back of the startled.

This makes him dance here in broad daylight?

No matter what I think, my scalp is numb.

Even in the 21st century, he couldn't accept the scene of a man dancing for another man.

"It's okay if you don't jump." Ramses was not angry when he pushed him, and walked over with a good temper and continued to whisper a few words in his ear.

Wen Ruo's originally happy heart fell to the bottom all of a sudden, and Ramses asked him to give him...

How does it feel like dancing.

"How?" After speaking, he stared at Wen Ruo, as if giving him a choice.

Wen Ruo groaned in his heart, this person has too many hobbies, he either asks the same sex to dance for him or asks him to soothe that at night.

Wen Ruo felt that he had fallen into a pit of fire, but Ramses showed him respect and consideration, and offered him two choices.

Whatever it is, Wen Ruo doesn't think it's a good thing.

"Don't want to dance?" Ramses asked again.

"Ah."

Wen Ruo nodded honestly.

"Then choose the second type." After speaking, Ramses looked at the falling leaves in front of him and drew a branch: "My king agrees, only the second type, let's not jump."

what?

Wen Ruo realized that he had been fooled, and this man actually lured him into a trap.

"Your Majesty." Still protesting.

Ramses has already led him to the front of the statue: "I know you are very happy in your heart, so at night, this king will dedicate himself to make the priest happy."

After speaking, a burst of laughter penetrated the garden.

Wen Ruo felt that he was going to die.

It's really good, I lied to myself and felt that he thought so.

How can there be such a person?

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night.

Because there seems to be something wrong with the construction of the tomb.

Ramses temporarily went to the main hall to discuss matters with the ministers. When he left, he said softly to Wen Ruowen: "Wait for me, come back to make you comfortable."

With such a blunt hint, he almost wanted to commit suicide in shame and indignation.

As he was about to leave the gate, the other party threw over another concerned sentence: "Wash up, drink some milk." '

Wen Ruo felt countless crows flying over his head

......

The maid actually brought him something after he finished washing.

Then he bowed his knees to him, and backed out. Before leaving, he whispered: "Master Sacrifice, use it slowly, these are ordered by His Majesty."

After the maid left, he got up and looked.

A cup of steaming milk on a black rectangular plate, and a bowl of cucumber puree with unexpected white viscous stuff.Don't know what that is.

Wen Ruo looked at the milk and knew it was for drinking, but why give him cucumber puree?do you want to eat?There was also the thick white thing. He picked it up and smelled it, and it had a faint fragrance similar to that of roses.

What are these things for?

His mind was running fast, thinking about whether he had seen similar scenes in the book before, but he couldn't extract it after thinking for a long time.

At this time, the door thought.

The curtain moved, and a familiar person came in.

Wen Ruo looked at him with embarrassment.

Ramses followed his hand to see the black plate, and walked over: "Is it still not used? Are you waiting for the king to paint it for you?"

"What is this?" Wen Ruo guessed for a long time but didn't understand.

"I'll tell you after you drink the milk." After speaking, Ramses held the ceramic cup and handed it to Wen Ruo's lips.

Unwell, Wen Ruo took it by himself, and under the gaze of the other party, bit the bullet and drank a bowl.

After the empty cup was put down, Ramses had already taken off his coat and put on a pale gold nightgown. He walked up to the plate and carefully picked up the bowl of white sticky substance from inside. There was a small golden spoon and a Small stick-like things.

Ramses put a small spoon into the bowl and stirred for a while, then picked up a spoonful of cucumber puree and sent it in to continue stirring.

Wen Ruo looked at him attentively as if he was making a work of art: "Is this something to eat?"

Ramses' lips rippling and he said angrily: "I just know how to eat."

Being bet by him, Wen Ruo couldn't help but give him a blank look.

After a while, Ramses pulled him over to sit down and said, "Okay."

Then, looking at Wen Ruo's displeased expression, he smiled: "Are you angry?"

"Come on, come on, use this even more when you're angry." After speaking, he picked up a spoonful and wiped it off Wen Ruo's face.

Wen Ruo was not in a hurry, a smear was applied on his cheeks, it felt cool, and it had a mixed fragrance of roses and cucumbers, a strange sensory experience.

"This is the pearl cucumber mask." Ramses said leisurely: "In Egypt, women like to apply this most. It can make the complexion firm, tender and smooth."

Wen Ruo jumped up: "Mask?"

Also, do women like to use it?

What are you giving him for?

As he spoke, he wanted to wipe it off with his hands, but Ramses held it at the right time, stopped his movements, and said, "What are you moving around? It takes a lot of work to grind pearls, but these are natural pearls fished out of the Nile River. Do people want to use it?"

"And this rose juice, I ordered people to pick the most delicate rose heads in the garden and squeeze it out."

Why do you not know how to cherish it?

"I don't want it, why do you give me things for women?" Wen Ruo protested loudly, not moving his face to let Ramses continue.

What if I let others know that I use the things that women maintain?

Rumors spread that his face was completely humiliated.

"I don't want it." He said again.

Ramses held his chin straight, not allowing him to sway from side to side: "No one else knows, besides, it's not only for women, and Egyptian men also use it occasionally."

It took him a long time to make it. Wen Ruo's skin must be as smooth as milk after applying it, and the touch must be indescribable in words.

Whatever Ramses said tonight, Wen Ruo should use up this bowl of mask.

Wen Ruo is not a fool, at least he has read a few books, and no matter what, he knows that Egyptian men don't know how to use them.

Ramses must have tricked him.

"Your Majesty, I am allergic to facial masks." In desperation, I had no choice but to talk nonsense.

Ramses stopped when he heard the words: "Allergy?"

What do you mean?

Wen Ruo came to his senses and knew that his words were too advanced, so he had to explain again: "Probably, I would get red spots on my face after applying the things in Your Majesty's bowl, and my face would be ugly."

"Oh?" Ramses was a little surprised.

"Really, Your Majesty, the doctor said before that my face is special, and if I don't pay attention, there will be unexpected things."

Ramses looked at him for a while, and Wen Ruo thought he believed it.

Unexpectedly, he leaned over again: "Rose, pearl powder, and cucumber are all things that nourish the skin and make the skin full of luster. How can they cause spots on the face?"

He raised his hand and continued to apply the spoonful of mask on his face: "Are you trying to deceive me?"

"Really." Wen Ruo nodded again and again, with a sincere face, afraid that he would not believe it.

Ramses kept moving his hands, thought for a while and said, "Okay, if you are allergic, you should be allergic."

Wen Ruoyi is happy, do you want to let him go?

"My king's royal medical officer is highly skilled in medicine. If you use allergies tonight, I will ask him to heal you and keep your face unaffected as before." At the end, Ramses said this again.

"Now, apply these first, just to let the king see if there will be any problems." After that, his whole body seemed to be pressed by Wen Ruo. On the large bed, Wen Ruo was pressed by him, Latin America Sith applied the pearl mask to his forehead and around his cheeks little by little.

Wen Ruo was about to cry.

Even without looking in the mirror, he knew what his face looked like lying on the bed now. In the 21st century, he hadn't seen those girls' faces covered with a white layer that was as terrifying as ghosts.

Now switch his personal experience

"Hey, you can wash it off with water after a while." It's not like asking him to keep smearing it like this.

Ramses jumped for joy, and could already imagine the smoother touch on Wen Ruo's already beautiful skin after wiping off the white powder.

This will make it feel more comfortable when you hold him.

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