Pharaoh

After a night of heavy rain, the light green leaves are covered with residual water droplets, and the sun shines on them, making them look greener and more beautiful.It's just that as the scorching sun gradually rises, the dewdrops quickly turn into water vapor.

The wet road gradually revealed its original appearance, and it looked much cleaner because it was washed away by the heavy rain overnight.

The land of Egypt gradually became hot and dry under the sunshine, only the dense woods still retained a little dampness.

The petite girl sat on the bed with her knees folded, her head buried deeply in her arms.

The long, smooth golden hair fell down and fell over her shoulders.

A maid was standing in front of the bed. As the only Libyan who survived in Egypt besides the nobles, there was an indelible gloom on her pretty face.

"Your Highness Rebecca, I don't understand."

She said, her eyes became more and more heavy, "You are obviously going to marry the Pharaoh... What is it about that Egyptian king who attracted you, like that useless waste who only knows how to have fun all day—"

A loud slap interrupted her next disrespectful sentence.

Rebecca struck hard, her maid staggered back a step, and her left cheek soon became red and swollen.

The sky blue pupils of the Libyan princess looked at her maid coldly.

She said, "Get out, I didn't tell you not to come in."

The young maid lowered her head, clutching her burning and painful left cheek, and retreated with tears in her eyes.

Rebecca curled up again, buried her head in her arms, and let her eyes fall into the darkness.

Another day, she will marry the pharaoh of Egypt, and she will never see the light of day; another day, no matter how unwilling she is, she will be a stranger to that man...

If only tomorrow never came!

She thought, her eyes slightly warmed up.

She heard the door being opened again.

"I told you not to come in without my order!"

She still yelled with her head buried because she didn't want to look up.

"Rebecca..."

The familiar voice made the blond girl suddenly raise her head, her sky blue eyes stared blankly at the person standing at the door.She bit her lower lip tightly and didn't make a sound, but the tears that had swirled in her eyes for a long time finally came out.

All the scenery in front of her eyes became distorted and blurred in her tearful eyes.

She still bit her lower lip hard, not wanting to make a sound of crying.

She was just afraid of letting go, so she couldn't help it anymore.

The young king of Egypt stood at the door, and the black-haired guard stood quietly behind him with his head bowed.

"Kaya, you wait here for me."

Said the young Wangdi, and then walked into the house.

He closed the door smoothly, but it was not closed tightly. The door could be opened with a slight push.

He stood in front of the bed, looking at the blond girl staring blankly at him, whose face was covered with tears at the moment, with a complex look in her light purple eyes.

He said, "Rebecca, I want to have a good talk with you."

"I do not want to hear."

Rebecca said, staring unblinkingly at Wang Di standing in front of her, her fingers gripped the snow-white bed sheet almost convulsively.

"I know what you want to say, but I don't want to hear it!"

She said: "If only I hadn't met you! If only I hadn't known you! If I hadn't liked—"

The sharp and deep voice seemed to come out from the depths of his throat with all his strength, but he tried his best to suppress it as if he was afraid of something, so the tone of the voice became more and more strange.

Finally, the nearly distorted tone stopped abruptly at the last moment, and Rebecca swallowed the last sentence abruptly.

She bowed her head, her bright blonde hair falling softly over her face.

"I know why I came to Egypt. I came here with that belief. I don't care what the Pharaoh thinks. As long as I can keep Libya, I don't care. This is my responsibility as a Libyan princess."

Her voice had calmed down, but her fingers were still gripping the sheet with great force.

Because of too much force, the almost convulsed knuckles have turned white.

"Why do you exist in Egypt?"

Rebecca spoke very slowly, but extremely heavy.

Tears slid down her cheeks, dripping down on her nearly white knuckles, and soaking through the white sheets tightly gripped by her fingers.

Finally, she raised her head.

"...Help me, game."

The blond girl said, staring at the game with her sky blue eyes, and a little childlike immaturity remained on her tear-stained face.

Her look bordered on despair.

"I don't want to marry the Pharaoh."

The black-haired guard stood quietly at the door for a while, then looked up at the half-hidden door.

Brother Wang told him that he would not stay in the room for too long, so let him pay attention, once the time is long, he will go in directly.

Now, Brother Wang has been in for a while.

Just when Keya was hesitating whether he should go in and check the situation, he heard the voice of Brother Wang calling him from the room, and he quickly pushed the door open and walked in.

As soon as he raised his head, he was taken aback.

He saw Wangdi sitting on the edge of the bed, holding the Libyan princess in his arms, and the Libyan princess lying on the bed seemed to have fallen into a coma.

Noticing Ke Ya's strange gaze, the young Wangdi smiled wryly.

"Rebecca was so emotional that she passed out."

He said, pursing his lips, and there seemed to be strange emotions surging in the violet eyes looking at Ke Ya.

"Kaya, you won't betray me, will you?"

"My master is only you."

The black-haired guard replied without hesitation.

"Then, Ke Ya, I'm going to find Brother Wang now."

The young prince hesitated for a moment, then continued, "You... find a way to send Princess Rebecca out of the palace."

"Your Highness, this is very difficult to do."

Ke Ya frowned and replied that he was not afraid of disobeying the pharaoh, but worried that he would not be able to complete the task assigned by the king's brother.

The defense of the royal palace is so tight, how can it be said to enter and speak out.

"It's okay, just use this."

The young Wang Di said that he seemed in a bad mood.

He reached out and took off the chain around his neck, and threw it out together with the gold ring.The pure golden ring representing part of the Pharaoh's rights drew a golden arc in the air and fell into Keya's hands.

"You know the function of this ring. If you have it, it shouldn't be difficult to find a way to send someone out."

He glanced at Rebecca who was in a coma again, the expression on his face became more and more complicated, and his eyes flickered fiercely.

Finally, he made up his mind to put down the body of the girl in his arms, got up and left.

He had only taken two steps when his body swayed suddenly and he almost fell down.

Fortunately, he reacted quickly and supported the wall, pressing his fingers firmly on his head, showing a painful expression.

"His Royal Highness?"

Ke Ya stepped forward to support Wang Di, and looked at him worriedly.

"It's okay, it's just that I didn't sleep well last night, and I have a headache..."

Rubbing his head, the younger brother, who seemed to be getting better, pushed away Ke Ya who was supporting him, and regained his footing.

He opened the door and said in a low voice, "Hurry up and do what I told you."

Ke Ya looked at the back of Brother Wang leaving, with a little confusion in his eyes.

He hesitated for a while, because he felt that Wang Di looked a little strange at the moment, but he couldn't tell what was so strange.

He clenched the gold ring in his hand, leaned over and wrapped the unconscious Libyan princess in a white cloth, and didn't think about it anymore.

In any case, the first thing he should do now is to try to fulfill the orders given to him by his master.

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The young pharaoh of Egypt is now in the room where he usually handles Egyptian political affairs, stamping a big seal on a piece of paper.After a while, the great priests Isis and Seth will come here and release the royal decree on this paper to the outside world.

Egypt is about to officially announce the news that the Libyan princess has married into Egypt.

When the young brother Wang walked into this room, the young king was just putting the piece of paper on the side of the table, and there was no one else in the room.

He raised his head and watched his younger brother walking in front of him sadly with his head down, that immature face similar to his was very listless.

"Brother Wang, I'm sorry."

"Ah."

He hummed lightly, but did not directly answer Brother Wang's apology, and his expression was a little cold.

It's just a woman, as expected, his younger brother is still too immature.

As he thought about it, he was somewhat dissatisfied.

The young Wangdi raised his head, his violet pupils stared at his face without blinking, as if he was carefully distinguishing his expression at the moment, and there was a faint look of panic and fear in his eyes.

It seems that his attitude towards Wang Di was too harsh yesterday, and Wang Di was frightened by him.

Forget it, it's good to know the mistake.

The young Pharaoh's heart softened, and all the remaining dissatisfaction disappeared.

He lightly stroked Wangdi's white porcelain cheeks, his eyes softened a little.

"Okay, I'm not angry." He said, "Go ask someone to pour you a glass of wine."

"I'll just pour it."

Perhaps because of the boy king's forgiveness, the boy brother showed a bright smile, and walked over to pour the wine without waiting for the boy king's answer.

He came back with a bright red wine and handed it to the Young King.

Then, he lay down on the table, looked up at his brother Wang, and the smile on his immature face became more and more lovely.

"As long as Brother Wang doesn't get angry with me again."

The young Wangdi said, his light purple eyes were bent, watching the red liquid flow into the young Wang's lips little by little.

He watched a drop of bright red wine leak from the corner of the young king's mouth, and his lips lifted slightly.

As if inadvertently, from the corner of his eye, he glanced slightly at the paper on the table, which was used to announce the wedding of the Pharaoh and the Libyan princess, and covered with the seal of the Pharaoh, and a strange light flashed in his eyes.

The door was opened, and Priest Seth walked in, followed by Isis.

The young Pharaoh put down his wine glass, and the unfinished half of the dark red wine swirled in the glass.

He handed the paper on the table to Isis, casually, his crimson pupils glanced at his younger brother.

He frowned, and stretched his hand towards Brother Wang's empty white porcelain neck.

"The one I gave you..."

In the middle of speaking, he suddenly stopped.

The boy king stared at his brother's flame-colored pupils with an expression of disbelief.

He clutched his throat tightly with one hand.

A warm liquid that was more reddish than the red wine remaining at the corner of his lips flowed out from the corner of his lips, and dripped on his light brown hands, forming abrupt bright-colored bloodstains.

He opened his mouth, but the throat that had been eroded by poison could not make any sound for a while.

Bright red blood flowed continuously from the corner of his lips.

Violet pupils suddenly flashed fierce eyes, and the young brother suddenly pulled out the dagger that he always carried with him from his waist, gritted his teeth, and stabbed at the young king's heart.

Yatum quickly turned his body sideways, and the sharp point of the sword dug deep into his left shoulder.

Hot and bright red blood flowed down the pale white blade to Wang Di's hand very quickly.

Seeing that a single blow would fail, the young prince drew out his sword, this time aiming at the throat of the Pharaoh who was close at hand.

However, in the next second, his hand holding the dagger was severely clamped by the young Pharaoh, and he twisted it in reverse, and his head was pressed against the table.

The young brother Wang's arms were twisted behind his back, and his upper body was firmly pressed against the table, unable to move.

He struggled a few times, then suddenly became quiet.

He closed his eyes and lost consciousness.

The severe pain in the wrist that was about to be broken caused the unconscious young king to let go of his hand unconsciously, and the dagger with a cold light flipped in the air and fell into the hands of the young king.

The crimson pupils were burnt brighter by the hot anger in the depths, revealing an almost ferocious look.

Without hesitation, the young Pharaoh aimed the short sword he gave to Wang Di at the head of Wang Di who was firmly pressed down on the table, and stabbed it hard.

"Pharaoh!"

Keng——

The dagger that stabbed fiercely wiped a bloodstain on Wang Di's ear at the last second because of a slight deflection, and passed by.

The half of the sharp sword pierced into the hard wooden table.

Things happened so fast that no one had time to react.

The whole room was dead silent until Isis, who hurried to the corner of the room to find the pill, broke it with a sound.

"King, eat this first."

She said anxiously, watching the worry in the boy king's eyes lessen a little after taking the medicine.

The young pharaoh reached out to wipe the blood from the corner of his mouth, and there was no more blood flowing there.

The poison carefully formulated by Isis was not just to make the pharaoh's body get used to the poison. In most cases, this highly toxic poison could inhibit the damage of other poisons to the body.

Under the premise that the pharaoh has adapted to not being harmed by this poison, it can be used as an antidote.

Isis picked up the glass of wine on the table, looked at it carefully for a long time, tapped a little with his finger, and put it into his lips.

She quickly spit out the little wine and looked up at the young Pharaoh with heavy eyes.

She said, "Wang, there is poison in the wine."

After confirming that the pharaoh was fine, Seth quickly walked over to help his unconscious brother, and carefully checked his condition.

Hearing what Isis said, Seth couldn't help being startled, and looked up at her in amazement.

The Egyptian priestess looked at him with an increasingly serious expression.

Then, the eyes of both of them subconsciously turned to the boy king who didn't say a word.

The food and drinks in the pharaoh's room were carefully inspected to ensure that there was nothing unusual before being brought in.

There was no one else in the room except the pharaoh and his younger brother just now, so the only person who could have poisoned...

The young pharaoh was sitting with his eyes closed. He didn't know if it was because of poisoning, but his handsome face was extremely pale at the moment.

"Wedding canceled."

He said, in a cold tone, "Announce to the outside world that Brother Wang assassinated me, call all the great priests, and publicly pronounce his crime tomorrow."

"Wait a minute, king! Brother Wang's behavior is too abnormal, this kind of decision is inevitable—"

Surprised, Seth objected.

"What else do you want to say? Seth!"

The young Pharaoh opened his eyes suddenly, and the cold crimson pupils burned painfully.

"You have seen it with your own eyes! I have seen it with my own eyes! Do you have any questions?"

He clasped the armrest of the seat tightly with his hand, and the veins on the back of his hand bulged.

Kicking the long table in front of him and rolling it down, the young king's uncontrollable anger almost burned the air around him.

"Brother Wang assassinated me for a woman, are you going to disobey my order now? Seth!"

"King, I don't mean to disobey you, please calm down for now anyway!"

Facing the angry young king, Seth immediately knelt down on the ground.

Cold sweat dripped from his forehead because he couldn't resist the coercion of the young king, and his expression became more and more anxious.

"I just thought of what happened on the way back to the capital from Lower Egypt..."

The young high priest looked at Wang Di who was in a coma, and said in a low voice, "You should still remember that the curse on Wang Di has never been lifted."