Cleopatra's younger brother

Ptolemy XIII lay on the bed for a day, and the pain didn't feel so bad until the next day.But the arms and back are still black and blue.

Ptolemy XIII turned his back to the mirror and frowned helplessly. If Caesar can't do it, he can't do it. What kind of anger are you taking on yourself?

Ptolemy XIII firmly believed that no woman would be hooked if he used this body to flirt with her. The white back against the blue and purple bruises gave people an inexplicable enchanting feeling. Lemi Thirteen rolled his eyes, now what he wants is handsome rather than enchanting/voluptuous.

Ptolemy XIII looked at his back in a daze. He didn't have much time left now. Achilles would be back in a few days. Thinking of this, Ptolemy XIII felt a little irritable. Caesar really What is more is his nemesis, obviously everything has been arranged, but he can still meet Caesar when he goes out, he is really drunk.

Ptolemy XIII touched the bruise on his back with his hand, "Hiss." He frowned. Could it be that Caesar was playing with himself on the ground like a mallet?

Sighing helplessly, Ptolemy Thirteen dragged his feet on the ground and moved to the bed. He wanted to lie down at first, but as soon as his back touched the bed, the pain came up.

Pushing his elbow against the bed, he straightened up again, Ptolemy XIII looked at his black and blue arm, and sighed again.

Thinking to himself, why is it so unlucky, Ptolemy raised his arm, endured the pain, and gently rubbed it. The bruise on his arm was lighter than his back. Looking carefully, the lines were quite harmonious.

Looking at it, Ptolemy Thirteen's eyes suddenly lit up, he raised his arm, looked carefully, and the corners of his mouth suddenly rose.Ptolemy XIII stood up, took a few big steps, came to the mirror, turned around and looked at his back, then nodded in satisfaction, "That's right."

Don't get me wrong, Ptolemy XIII is not narcissistically boasting about his figure.

"Portinos." Ptolemy XIII shouted, he didn't turn his head, still looking intently at his bare back.

Like a gust of wind, Portinos appeared in front of Ptolemy XIII.

"The great Ptolemy, Mi, the king." Bordino paused for a moment, his mouth was open, and his eyes were a little straight.

The snow-white naked back, coupled with the speckled purple and dots of blue, has a strong visual contrast effect, making Bosnos, a man who is not a man, almost jump out of his heart.

"Find two people who can draw." Ptolemy XIII was still looking at his back, looking left and right.

Portinos was still in a daze and didn't respond.

Through the mirror, Ptolemy XIII looked at Portinos' obsessed face and felt a little helpless.

"Portinos." Ptolemy XIII lowered his voice and called him again.

Portinos just nodded subconsciously, still with a blank face.

Ptolemy XIII rolled his eyes, he turned around, came to Portinos, and pinched his chubby ears with his hands.

"Oops." Portinos turned around in response to the sudden pain.

"King, king." After seeing the situation clearly, Portinos stuttered again, and at the same time, his face also turned red.

This was the first time that the king of his family had contacted him actively, and Portinos swore that he would never wash his ear again.

Ptolemy Thirteen let go, and took two steps back. He was really afraid that two nosebleeds would come to him in a while.

"Go and find two painters." Ptolemy XIII repeated.

Feeling the heat wave in his nasal cavity, Portinos did not nod his head violently as usual, and could only express his loyalty with a loud voice, "I obey, my great Ptolemy Thirteenth King!"

He raised his head desperately, not wanting to embarrass himself in front of his dear king.

Seeing Portinos like this made Ptolemy XIII amused. Although it was a slight smile, it hit someone's heart directly.

I saw two nosebleeds drawn in mid-air in a parabola.

Portinos immediately covered his nose, with a bitter face, embarrassing, embarrassing.

Ptolemy XIII looked at him with a smile on his lips. He waved his hand to signal Portinos to go down.

Never before has Portinos walked so fast, and at this speed, he can break the world record.

After a while, Bordinos brought two painters to the palace. Bordinos's nose was stuffed full of cloth, and the root of the cloth was still a little red. He lowered his head vigorously, speaking with Nasally, "Great King Ptolemy, the painter arrives."

Ptolemy XIII looked at the two male slaves in front of him, "No women?"

Bordinos raised his head slightly, and he shook his head, "There is no female painter in the temple."

Ptolemy Thirteen nodded, "Find a white cloth."

The painter quickly presented the cloth, and Ptolemy XIII picked up a reed pen and sketched a few lines on the white cloth.

If there are any specialties of Ptolemy who traveled through time, this painting should be counted as one. Ptolemy XIII especially likes sketching. Although the painter is not the best, his level is not low.

With just a few strokes, Ptolemy XIII outlined a dragon.

"According to this, draw it on my back." Ptolemy XIII said to the two painters. As for the tattoo on his arm, Ptolemy XIII planned to draw it himself.

The gardener stared wide-eyed, looking at the portrait of a dragon that he had never seen before, with surprise in his eyes.

This painting was actually made by their great king, he really deserves to be the son of Amon!

"It's good to use black for the color. Remember, use the black and blue area on the back as the embellishment of these points." Ptolemy XIII ordered. He just stared at his back for a long time and had to say , Caesar is quite good at throwing himself.

Although the back is black and blue, it looks quite uniform.

Looking carefully, it really looks like the outline of a dragon, so Ptolemy XIII came up with inspiration. He couldn't just wait here for the bruise to recover. Since it can't be covered up, it's better to use it.

In this era, there is no concept of tattoos, but in modern times, it is very popular.

Especially in Western countries, if you grab a man randomly, you will have no less than three tattoos on your body. Tattoos have gradually become a means for people to increase their masculine or feminine charm.

And dragon is the first choice of most men.

All painters have a natural sensitivity to art. Even if they are the first to draw a dragon, these two painters have almost mastered the essence after just pondering for a while.

Although the painting is not as good as Ptolemy XIII, it can be said to have a good appearance.

The paintbrush brushed across Ptolemy XIII's back stroke by stroke, and there was still a slight pain in the itching.

Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes, he was sitting on a chair, and two painters behind him knelt behind him, one of them focused his eyes on the tattoo of the dragon behind him, while the other obviously had Don't think about it.

Feeling that the two pens behind him were not on the same frequency, Ptolemy XIII leaned forward, stood up, turned his back to the mirror, and faced the two painters.

One of them became visibly flustered. He tightly held the paintbrush in his hand, lowered his head, and didn't dare to look at Ptolemy XIII. Although everyone knew that their king was just a puppet without real power. But when it comes to him, it's not like that.

Looking at the tattoo reflected in the mirror, the black dragon is dotted with black and purple scales. The back of the eyebrows that were full of temptation just now, with the decoration of the tattoo, immediately becomes evil and charming. The effect of this painting is better than that of Toler Mi Shisan expected much better.

"Portinos, everyone will be rewarded with ten silver coins." Ptolemy XIII said.

Hearing this, the two servants quickly knelt down to thank their great king for the reward, especially the other one, whose heart was about to jump out, it was so safe and sound.

Before the tattoo on his back was dry, Ptolemy XIII asked Portinos to take the two men back first, and when the tattoo was almost done, he began to paint the tattoo on his left arm by himself.

The same color, the same painting method, but the painting is much higher than those two painters.

Ptolemy XIII looked at his work with satisfaction. He took off all the clothes on his body, and painted tattoos on the places he saw pleasing to the eye. The originally weak body was "decorated" by tattoos, and instantly Full of masculinity.

Ptolemy Thirteen smiled in satisfaction. He put on the clothes that had already been altered by the tailor, and then came to the mirror with a slight smile on his lips, full of charm and aggressiveness.

Originally, Ptolemy XIII wanted to drink some wine, because he knew that his personality charm after drinking was much better than his self before drinking.

But this is just an idea, this time, Ptolemy XIII did not dare to take half a risk, because even he himself did not know what kind of posture he would show after drinking.

Instead of making this matter full of randomness, it is better to let him face it by himself.

If he couldn't handle a woman, how could he handle Caesar? Ever since he knew that Caesar was "not good", Ptolemy XIII suddenly felt that he was much more confident than before, and his personality became more manly.

Looking at this outfit with satisfaction, Ptolemy XIII can only use one word to describe himself at this moment, that is handsome!A capital close-up is handsome!

After taking care of everything, Ptolemy walked out of his palace in a very low-key manner. He specifically told Portinos not to disturb anyone, if he was to meet Caesar, no matter it was a coincidence or not.

After several rounds, Ptolemy XIII finally arrived at the destination, "Nefeli, I'm here." A bewitching voice sounded.

The woman who was called was stunned for a moment. She looked at Ptolemy with surprise in her eyes, "King Ptolemy Thirteen?"