Pharaoh

The dialogue between the young pharaoh and the Libyan princess was very formal, except for the usual social greetings at the beginning, the conversation between the two directly turned to the situation of the Egyptian army currently stationed in Libya.

Facing the prince of Egypt, the Libyan princess never looked at him again except after greeting him politely at the beginning.

Wang Di, who hadn't had time to leave because of the embarrassment just now, stood aside, and he unconsciously glanced at the lips of the Libyan princess who was speaking.

He immediately lowered his head so that no one could see his dodging eyes.

At this time, the young Pharaoh spoke and asked the attendants to pour a glass of wine.

"Brother Wang, I'll get it for you."

The young prince, who wanted to get rid of this embarrassing situation as soon as possible, immediately said with a smile, and before Yatum refused, he turned around and walked over to pour the wine.

"Don't steal it."

The young king's words from behind made him pause.

Well, apart from wanting to leave here, in fact, he really wanted to do that just now...

The young brother Wang, who had half of his intentions exposed, came over slowly with wine, with a look of displeasure.

As soon as he reached the boy king, an attendant had already taken the wine glass from him.

Because something like that happened not long ago, the whole palace was guarded more tightly, and the diet of the Pharaoh and his younger brother had to be strictly inspected before being served.

The wine in the light green jade jug has been tasted before it is served, but once the food or drink passes through someone else's hands before it reaches the pharaoh, it must be tested again.

The young Wang brother watched the wine glass being taken away from his hand by the attendant, and then watched his brother Wang directly reach out and take it from the hand of the attendant who hadn't had time to test the poison.

"no need."

said the young Pharaoh, and the attendants bowed and stepped back.

The meaning of the young king is very clear, if the person who handles it in the future is the king's younger brother, there is no need to test the poison again.

Yuyu watched the bright red liquid flow into Atum's lips, and then glanced at the Libyan princess, his eyes were very complicated.

After a little hesitation, he took a step forward and whispered, "Brother Wang, I'm going back first."

The young pharaoh didn't answer, he just nodded and continued talking to the Libyan princess.

Hearing that he was leaving, the petite blond girl looked at him with sky blue pupils, smiled at him politely, and then turned her head to continue the conversation with the Pharaoh of Egypt.

From the beginning to the end, she didn't look at the game more, and she followed the rules in every move.

On the way back to the room, the young brother Wang walked very slowly, he was absent-mindedly looking at the scenery along the way.

Halfway, he stopped, and the black-skinned priest was walking towards him.

"Mahart."

"His Royal Highness." Mahat saluted him, looked him carefully, and then smiled, "I am glad to see that you are safe and sound."

On that day, Mahat was dismissed from his position as a high priest by the furious Pharaoh because of his dereliction of duty, and was thrown into prison. The power in his hand was also handed over to the high priest Hassan who had just returned from Lower Egypt.But the Egyptian soldiers guarding the prison didn't make it difficult for him too much. After all, everyone knew that he was a confidant who grew up with the Pharaoh since he was a child, and he also made good friends with great priests such as Seth and Isis.

After the matter was over, he was released and received the punishment he deserved. He was demoted from a great priest to an ordinary priest.But anyone with a discerning eye could tell that it wouldn't be long before Pharaoh was in a good mood, he would be promoted again, so basically no one dared to neglect him.

"Mahat, you seem to be very busy recently."

"Because the Libyan princess will marry into Egypt soon." Mahat said, "Although she is not the princess of Egypt, she is still the princess of a country after all. There are only [-] days left, so it is impossible not to prepare quickly."

"Really, so fast..."

Compared with Mahat's excited expression, the young prince's expression was very calm, and he didn't seem very happy.

Mahat gave Wangdi a puzzled look, and then he smiled with a look of sudden realization.

"Your Highness, don't worry, the king will not neglect you just because you married the Libyan princess, not to mention that the Libyan princess is just..." Halfway through speaking, Mahat stopped and changed the subject, "And I think , Even if the king has a princess in the future, nothing will change."

He smiled and said, "To Wang, there is no one more important than you."

The young Wangdi was silent for a while.

"……Ok, I know."

He said, smiling at Mahat, with a look of determination in the depths of his violet pupils.

Seeing the back of Mahat leaving, the young prince stood there for a while, then ordered Tia and the others to go back first, and he himself brought Keya to the remote garden.

The black-haired guard stood where he was, watching his master's back disappear into the barren garden.This is not the first time he has accompanied Wang Di to this strange place, so he will not be surprised by Wang Di's sudden disappearance.

He just stood quietly, waiting for his master to return.

When the young Egyptian king walked in, he saw the petite blond girl standing there.

She smiled at him, her light blonde hair reflecting bright light in the sun.

"Yu Yu, you were actually awake that day, right?"

As the sun set, the shadow of the wind-blown blonde hair covered the upper half of her face, and only the bright smile on her upturned lips could be seen.

She said, "You know that, don't you?"

"Rebecca."

The king of Egypt looked at the Libyan princess standing opposite him, and said, "I will never come here again."

Rebecca hummed lightly, she still stood like that, smiling at Yu Yu.

"I know, game."

She said, "Actually, I came here today to say this to you."

The corners of her lips were still slightly raised, revealing a smile with just the right curvature.

"Rebecca, you..."

"You and I know very well, this so-called wedding is just a high-sounding transaction, so please don't say those words of blessing." Rebecca interrupted Wang Di's voice very softly, but also very firmly, " I don't want to hear that from you either."

She said softly, "Anyway, it was a pleasure to meet you in Egypt."

The corners of her smiling lips trembled faintly, but she seemed to be trying to control the trembling, so the upward arc became a ridiculous trace.

"And... I'm sorry, Your Royal Highness."

Yu You opened his lips, he still wanted to say something, but in the end he found that he couldn't say anything.

Glancing at the blond girl across from him again, he turned and left.

The pair of sky blue pupils at the back kept looking at him, he knew it, and he reminded himself not to look back.

His mind was a little confused, and many fragments flashed by... Rebecca's bright smile, the bright red round pupils of the person he deceived stared at him, and the fragile eyes after slapping him Weeping Rebecca...

He finally couldn't help but look back before stepping out here.

The blond girl stood where she was, maintaining the smile she had when she sent him away.

She stood quietly, motionless.

From a distance, he saw the sunlight refracting a streak of water on her cheek.

silence for a second

He bit his lower lip, restrained his body's urge to go back, and left here.

He is very clear.

If he knew that his beloved brother had something to do with the woman he wanted to marry, the proud Atum would definitely find it unbearable.

He wasn't afraid that Atum would be angry, he was just afraid that Atum would feel uncomfortable because of it.

——To the king, there will be no one more important than you——

He knows because he does too.

He really couldn't bear to Rebecca, but if he hurt another him because of this kind of thing, that's not okay.

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The days passed by in a peaceful manner.

Except that the attendants of the Egyptian royal palace were busy with some trivial matters as the pharaoh's wedding approached, and there was not much trouble happening.

The young pharaoh was still focusing on Egyptian political affairs as usual. He didn't seem to care about his so-called wedding, and everything was pushed to the great priest Isis.

Basically, apart from the affairs of Egypt, probably only his younger brother can divert his attention.

There was nothing unusual about the young brother Wang, which relieved Priest Seth, who was a little worried that he would lose his temper because he felt that he was snatched away by other women.

The only thing that made him unhappy was that when he ran to talk about it with Isis seriously, he was laughed at by Isis instead.

"His Royal Highness's desire for monopoly is not as strong as the king's."

Isis smiled and said to him, "You'd better wait until the time when the younger brother gets married, and then worry about it."

In five days, it will be the wedding of the Pharaoh of Egypt.

Because this was originally a private transaction with Libya, the pharaoh didn't seem to take it seriously, so the wedding was not large in scale, and all the ceremonies were kept as simple as possible. banquet.

Egypt did not intend to invite foreign guests. On the contrary, in order to prevent other countries from disrupting this important deal, the news of the wedding has been concealed. In the royal palace, only the people in the inner palace knew about it, and all of them were banned. A password is used to prevent leakage of information.

Isis plans to announce the news to the whole country the day before the wedding, so that even if someone wants to ruin the wedding, there is no time to make arrangements in a hurry.

On this day, it was already the dead of night, and it was rare for the young pharaoh who had finished his political affairs earlier to lie in bed.He sat against the head of the bed, closed his eyes and let out a long breath, then rubbed his aching right hand.

"Meow~~"

The little black cat lying in Wang Di's arms and happily rubbing against Wang Di's neck meowed, causing the young Pharaoh to open his eyes unhappily. One still outside.

Little Emma flipped around in the air and was skillfully caught by an attendant.

The guard, who was used to this kind of thing, held down the meowing and struggling little black cat, bowed and retreated. He had to lock up the little black cat so that it would not sneak up on the king's bed at night and stick to it. Brother Wang.

Yatum lay on the bed, frowning, he still felt a little sore in his hands, so he couldn't help rubbing them again.

In fact, it is better to call the maid to do this kind of thing directly, but now he wants to sleep.All along, when he was sleeping or about to sleep, he didn't like people near him.

When he was hesitating whether to call someone in, he suddenly felt his sore wrist being pressed hard.

As soon as he looked up, he found that Wang Di, who was kneeling beside him, was rubbing his wrist vigorously with great interest, his expression felt like he was playing with an interesting toy.

It would be fine if he pressed it well, but the problem was that his younger brother didn't know how to do it at all, he just pressed randomly, and as a result, the tired soreness didn't relieve at all, instead it became a dull pain.

The young Pharaoh raised his hand helplessly, not to let his younger brother make any more fuss.

Brother Wang, who was hugged by him, stared at him for a long time, then suddenly grabbed his hand, and pressed his palm against his.

Obviously, not to mention that the Young King's hands are bigger, just the length of his fingers is longer than that of his younger brother. He looked at his younger brother with an unhappy expression in a funny way.

Fingers clasped, ten fingers clasped.

He held Brother Wang's hand that had a strong contrast with his light brown complexion, lowered his head, and kissed those warm lips.

The young brother Wang opened his violet-toned pupils, looking at Brother Wang's shoulder from the corner of his eye.

Then, another free hand restlessly touched the boy's light brown arm.The young pharaoh's arms are very strong, and the skin that has been well maintained since childhood is quite elastic and feels good to the touch.

"very nice……"

The young Wangdi muttered in a low voice, and glanced at his slender white porcelain arm with no muscles at all, looking very discouraged.

Then he clenched his fists, a determined look on his face.

"Brother Wang, I want to learn horse riding, fencing and archery... I will learn everything you know!"

"impossible."

The young king, who knew what his younger brother was thinking just by looking at the expression on his face, refused straight away.

"But--"

He also wanted to become a little stronger.

A few days ago outside the palace, he really felt a lot of pressure seeing his maid Tia beat a thief to the ground.

"It's all about practicing from an early age, you're too late now."

"But--"

"Do you get up every morning?"

"..."

No.

The game is pretty self-aware about getting up in the morning.

"Besides, there's no need for that."

The young Pharaoh raised his hand, stroking the soft blond hair of the person in his arms, and the crimson pupils carried a warmth that was extremely rare for others.

"I told you I would protect you."

He said, then bowed his head and kissed his younger brother lightly.

The bright moonlight shines through the skylight and sprinkles finely in the room, bringing a little bright light to this dark room.

The chain tied obliquely around the young Wangdi's slender neck hung down, and half fell on the white bed.

The golden ring hanging on the chain and half sunk into the soft bed lay quietly between its two owners, reflecting a pure golden light.

The young Wang brother stared at the sleeping young king, although he couldn't fall asleep, but because he was hugged so tightly by his brother Wang, he couldn't even toss and turn.

After struggling for a few times but finding it useless, he finally calmed down. His eyes swept over the boy king's sturdy light brown chest and arms, and an extremely resentful expression appeared on that immature and lovely face.

Well, he admits...

He is jealous that he is jealous!