Pharaoh

It was a pool of turbid stagnant water, withered lotus flowers lying down, and withered yellow and ugly branches and leaves showing a dying state.

Weeds were overgrown, shrubs and vines were entangled and spread, making this humble little garden in the corner of the palace look desolate and quiet.The small stone-white pavilion stood quietly aside, covered with withered leaves.

The young brother Wang stretched out his hand and touched the small stone table in the pavilion, the dust deposited on the table stained his hands.

This is a corner of the royal palace, which is so decayed and dilapidated that it is incompatible with the magnificent and magnificent Egyptian royal palace.

Ordinary attendants and soldiers couldn't see this place, and people who had the ability to see this place were unwilling to come here, so it gradually declined to the point it is today.

When passing by that day, the young Wangdi saw this place.He asked his attendants to leave first, and sneaked in when no one was around.

He will not forget.

He had seen the unbelievable beauty of the black cobra with graceful arcs sliding in the pool reflecting the bright moonlight.

He promised 'he' wouldn't forget.

The young Wangdi stood quietly, the surroundings were very quiet, only the sound of the wind blowing could be heard.However, when another gust of wind blew over, it brought a slight human voice from the opposite side.

He subconsciously followed the sound and walked over. After walking a few steps, the low, intermittent voice became clearer.The owner of the voice seemed to be trying to suppress the low choking sound, but couldn't control it, so it seemed intermittent.

It was probably the sound of his approaching footsteps that made the man vigilant, and the sound suddenly disappeared.

The young Wangdi stood there for a while, hesitating, he was thinking whether it would be better to leave first, when the blond girl came out from behind the thick bushes.

Rebecca pursed her lips, her face was still calm, but the red eye sockets made it clear that she was crying in hiding just now.

When she saw clearly who it was, the sky blue pupils couldn't restrain the anger.She stood there, staring at him angrily, biting her lower lip without saying a word, there was still a trace of tears on her delicate, doll-like face that she hadn't had time to wipe off.

The young Wangdi sighed in his heart, he could understand Rebecca's actions at this time.

Yesterday, apart from dozens of Libyan nobles, nearly a hundred Libyan attendants and soldiers were all killed by the Egyptians. The personal maid of the Libyan princess was the only remaining Libyan servant.He heard Karin talk about it this morning.

Perhaps the best thing for him now is to turn around and leave immediately, but looking at that familiar face and the faint tears oozing from those sky blue eyes staring at him, he really couldn't bear to leave like this .

Sighing inwardly again, he walked towards her and held out his hand.

"Rebecca, go out, it's windy here."

Snapped--

The blond girl raised her hand and it was a slap in the face.

Although she was a petite girl, she suddenly struck out with hatred, and the strength was naturally not light, and a red five-fingerprint appeared on the left cheek of the Egyptian prince.

The Libyan princess, who was depressed after watching her own people die, stared fiercely at the Egyptian prince in front of her. Sadness and anger gradually burned in her heart, making her completely unable to restrain her emotions.

When the king of Egypt walked towards her, she didn't even think about it, the anger that filled her whole body made her raise her hand and slap him directly.

That loud slap woke her up from the loss of control.

Looking at the Egyptian prince who was frowning and stroking her left cheek, she subconsciously took a step back.

She got scared.

How much the Pharaoh of Egypt doted on this brother, she was very clear about staying by the side of the poisoned brother for several days.

Once Wang Di gets angry or gets hurt, it will definitely arouse Pharaoh's anger.She is not worried about her own safety, she knows that she is still useful to Egypt, but those Libyan nobles she managed to save...

But she was not willing to apologize. At this time, she absolutely did not want to apologize to the Egyptians who killed the Libyans.

She lowered her head, stubbornly biting her lower lip without saying a word, her hands hanging by her sides clenched tightly into fists.

The hand that stretched out suddenly grabbed her stiff right hand, pulling her so hard that she could not help walking out following the footsteps of the Egyptian prince.

"Don't think too much, the more you think, the more uncomfortable you will be."

She didn't hear any signs of anger from the gentle voice of the Egyptian prince, which made her raise her head in surprise.

She looked blankly at the back of the boy who was pulling her forward, and suddenly remembered that a long time ago, her father always held her hand and walked forward. At that time, she always looked up at the little girl. Looking at the tall father's back.

The back of the young man in front may not be tall enough or wide enough, but the hand holding her is the same as that time, unusually warm.

She looked down at the hand holding her, unconsciously thinking of that day again.

When the comatose Egyptian prince finally woke up, the big stone in her heart finally fell to the ground, and her tense body felt weak for a while due to the sudden relaxation.She tried her best to suppress the feeling of fatigue in her heart, and pulled herself together to check the condition of the Egyptian prince for further treatment.

Now that there is no life-threatening, it should be replaced with mild medicine for conditioning.

As she was thinking this way, she suddenly found that the king of Egypt looked at her with half-opened eyes and said something to her.She has learned Egyptian since she was a child, and she knows that it is not an Egyptian language. She cannot understand it, but she can see the expectation in the light purple eyes looking at her. The expression of longing made her unable to bear to say that she heard it. Don't understand, just nodded indiscriminately.

At that time, she stretched out her hand and covered the white porcelain forehead.

The skin was very hot, the high temperature penetrated into her palm, she saw him smiling at her, his eyes were as warm as the hand holding her now...

Suddenly, the tears that I had been holding back desperately because I didn't want to show weakness in front of the Egyptians poured out like this.She didn't shake off the hand that was holding her, she just stopped.

So the boy in front also stopped and turned to look at her.

The overly warm eyes of the teenager watching her worriedly made her unable to hold back her tears any longer.

"why?"

She asked, with unconcealable resentment in her words, "Why did Egypt do such a thing!"

"Bullying neighboring countries! Provoking wars! Killing civilians! Can you do whatever you want because Egypt is strong? Is this what your Egyptian gods let you do!"

"Pharaoh's words made Libya's blood flow like a river, and countless people died because of it, but he felt at ease and even made it worse... Those people are right. There is no more cruel and ugly than the Egyptian pharaoh in this world. people!"

She clearly knew that this was something that should never be said in front of this person, but she couldn't stop.

The tense emotions that had been tense since coming to Egypt burst out at this moment, and she could no longer control her voice.

"If only he had been poisoned! If he could die—"

"Rebecca!"

An angry shout interrupted her voice, and the raised hand of the Egyptian prince froze in mid-air.

He exhaled slowly, trying to calm himself down.

He raised his hand in mid-air and slowly lowered it.

"Did Libya think about what they were doing when they took advantage of the civil strife in Egypt to attack Egypt? Did Libyan soldiers think about what they were doing when they slaughtered the Egyptians?"

said the king of Egypt, frowning tightly.

"The Libyans want to avenge the Pharaoh? Who should be blamed for the hatred of those dead Egyptians? ... You should bear the consequences for what you did. Since Libya dared to attack Egypt, it must be prepared to be retaliated preparation."

He said, "Rebecca, you have no right to insult my brother Wang."

"Brother Wang is for Egypt, you are for Libya, no one is wrong. But you are nonsense blaming my brother for all the faults, which will only make yourself and Libya more ugly."

The petite blond girl stood, her soft blond hair was blown up by the wind, and the fine strands of hair blocked her eyes.

Tears slid down her chin and dripped onto the black ground, soaking in.

"I know..." she said, "I know everything you said."

Her arms around her were tight, and she lowered her head, looking more and more painful.

"But I'm not reconciled. My future, Libya's future...is gone."

The moment her father sent Libyan soldiers into the Egyptian territory, she knew that everything was irreversible.

She didn't know why her father made such a decision. After all, it was her father, and she couldn't blame him.

She can only watch the people of Libya die one by one, and watch Libya perish...

She could see their tears, she could hear their cries for help, and she could feel their pain.

But there was nothing she could do.

The young Egyptian prince stretched out his hand silently, and gently wiped away the tears on Rebecca's face.

He whispered, "Rebecca, you know, I'm the son of Egypt, and you shouldn't have said that to me."

"I know."

The Libyan princess said she lowered her eyes, tears hanging from her long lashes.

She took a step forward, still keeping a step away from the game, but she leaned forward slightly, resting her forehead on the chest of the king of Egypt.

She lowered her head, covered her face with her hands, and tears dripped from her fingers to the ground.

"It doesn't matter if it's considered ridiculous, I can trust you, can't I?"

This person will not hurt her.

It was ridiculous, but she believed it.

At least, she believed that she could cry in front of him with peace of mind.

Yuyu stood, he gently held Rebecca's shoulder.

He didn't speak, just looked at Rebecca with her head down and cried for a long time.

He has been silent.

After a long time, he looked up at the half-slanted sun in the sky, but he didn't lower his head, because he didn't want to see the back of Rebecca leaving alone.

That would make him feel bad.

The wind was still strong, blowing his golden hair up, he subconsciously stretched out his hand to hold the blown hair, and then he was stunned.

He stared blankly at the opposite side of the pool, and there was an old man walking towards him with a smile.

It is impossible for him to forget that this person is the old priest who he has come here to look for several times but has never seen again, the face of his grandfather is very similar.

The old priest raised his hand and touched Brother Wang's head, his eyes were very kind.

"For such a long time, it seems that I haven't grown up much."

He said gently, "We still need to eat more to grow faster."

His tone of voice seemed to be kind to younger generations, and he looked like a very ordinary old man who liked to chatter.

However, when he looked at the back of the Libyan princess, his expression became unpredictable.

There was a thoughtful look in those eyes, and there were some incomprehensible emotions surging in them.

"Ordinary people can't see this place." The old priest said, his eyes narrowed slightly, "There is also a special power in the body of the Libyan princess, although it is completely different from the magic power of Egypt, but Also very powerful. That is probably the power given to the Libyan royal family by the gods of Libya."

He coughed a few times, and slowly walked a few steps forward with a cane.

He said, "My brother, do you like that princess?"

"what?"

The sudden turn of the topic made it impossible for the young brother Wang's mind to keep up.

"Do you like her very much? Do you want to marry her?"

The old priest asked again.

"Like, like? Marry something—that kind of thing—"

Brother Wang, who blushed for a moment, stuttered.

"Answer me, Brother Wang."

The old priest's voice was not loud or heavy, but it had a kind of power that made people have to obey.

"Although there is a little affection, but it should be more of sympathy. If you want to say that you like it, it's not enough..."

Brother Wang hesitated for a moment, but finally answered honestly.

"Well, that's good. Brother Wang, if there is a prince in Libya, it doesn't hurt to give you the princess."

The old priest nodded and walked forward slowly. His voice came slowly and clearly.

He said, "But the princess is the only heir to the royal family in Libya. In order to rule Libya in a legitimate way, the pharaoh will definitely marry her. So, brother, you can't get too close to her."

"The princess can only stay in Egypt as the pharaoh's concubine, imprisoned in the harem, and the king will probably not touch her. Because once she gives birth to the blood of the Egyptian royal family, the Libyans will see hope. It is absolutely not allowed.

"To be clear, she is just a tool for Egypt to rule Libya."

When the old priest said this, he suddenly paused and turned around again.

"I almost forgot, but I can't let you take this back, it will be troublesome if the king sees it."

He smiled and stretched out his hand to Brother Wang's left cheek, and touched it lightly, making the red fingerprint disappear.

He looked at Wang Di who was silent and silent, his eyes were still loving, but with a little more sternness.

"Brother Wang, I know you are a good boy. But you have to remember that there are many things that you can't do just by wishing."