Pharaoh

"Wang, it's almost time to come to a conclusion about Brother Wang's matter."

The high priest with a tattoo of a magic spell on his face stood in front of the boy king, holding a golden scale in his hand.

The young Pharaoh raised his head and glanced at him, then lowered his head expressionlessly, a bright red seal was stamped on a piece of papyrus in front of him.The young king picked it up and handed it to the great priest Xia Da standing in front of him.

Xia Da took it, but it seemed that he didn't intend to turn around and leave.

"People from the royal family have always been the most suitable candidates to serve as high priests."

He glanced at the young prince who sat aside with his chin propped up and stared at him silently, and continued.

"As far as the current situation is concerned, His Royal Highness is very suitable to go to Lower Egypt to inherit the position of High Priest of Osiris."

While talking, Xia Da glanced at several colleagues around him, hoping to get support from them.

Mahat looked calmly, looking out of the window with his head sideways and eyes far away.

Standing on the other side, Isis carefully played with her brightly painted nails with her head lowered.

Seth was seriously studying the stack of official documents in front of him.

No one looked at him.

Xia Da was a little confused, his colleagues should be very clear about the correctness of their argument, why no one stood up to support him now?

"Go back."

"king……"

"When will I make a conclusion, you don't need to be verbose! Are you going to make a decision on my behalf!"

"How dare I—"

"Then step back immediately!"

Crimson pupils stared coldly at his great priest and retreated, and the young Pharaoh, who was still angry, turned his eyes to his younger brother who was sitting beside him.

Aware of his gaze, Yuyou, who watched Xia Da leave, turned his head to look at him, and quickly looked away.

"It was you who spread the word?"

After what happened that day, the young Pharaoh once gave an order to the great priests and attendants who were present at that time that they must not be rumored.

It's just that I didn't expect that after only two days, the news that the Egyptian king's brother might go to Lower Egypt to inherit the position of high priest has already spread all over the palace and outside the palace.

Atum doesn't think his servant dares to disobey his order, so the only one who spread the news is...

The young Wangdi tilted his head and looked at him for a while, but didn't answer, just nodded slightly.

Fiery anger flashed across the crimson pupils again, and Atum pursed his lips tightly.

His younger brother is challenging the limits of what he can endure time and time again.

But he was also very clear that what the younger brother did was deliberately trying to annoy him so that he would let him go to Egypt.Just now, Brother Wang looked at him with an obviously provocative look in his eyes.

Yatum loosened his tight lips, turned his face back, and turned his eyes on his younger brother to the file in front of him again.

He lowered his head to do things without saying a word, but the young prince who had been staring at him blinked twice, showing a confused expression.The violet pupils turned, and a little discouraged, they turned away from the boy king.

The great priests below breathed a sigh of relief very neatly, and all looked away from the window, their hands, and the paper.

It's just that the breath was so insignificant that neither of the two parties noticed it.

At this time, an older female officer pushed open the side door on the side of the room and came out, kneeling at the side door with her head bowed.

It was approaching evening at this moment, because it seemed that the Pharaoh had no intention of going back to his room for dinner, so the maids arranged the meals in the side room.

The middle-aged female officer saw that the time was almost up, so she came to invite the Pharaoh to dinner.

"Need not."

The young Pharaoh answered without looking up.

Mahat was startled, and took a step forward, "King, no matter how busy you are with political affairs, the most important thing is your body. Please eat on time."

"I'm not hungry."

The high priest's worried words were pushed back forcefully by the young pharaoh.

"But the king..."

"Shut up! Did you hear me when I said I don't want to eat!"

Mahat, who was choked up by the Boy King's words and dared not speak anymore, looked at Isis in embarrassment, hoping that she could help, but he saw Isis also smiling wryly at him.

Obviously, the young king is very angry at the moment because of the matter of the king's brother, and I am afraid that it will be useless to persuade them.

Mahart has a headache.

Why did the wise and wise pharaoh in his mind become like this when he met his younger brother?

He was in a dilemma, and suddenly found that Isis' eyes moved away from him and fell to the other side.He followed Isis' gaze, and saw that the young prince, who was forcibly dragged over by the Pharaoh this afternoon as usual, got up and walked towards the side door.

"His Royal Highness?"

He asked subconsciously.

You Yu had already stepped into the door with one foot, and upon hearing this, he turned his head and glanced at Mahat.

"Have a meal."

He said that his smiling eyes were curved, and his immature face was as bright as the golden sunshine shining on his face.

Clap!

This was the sound of the pen in the Boy King's hand being pinched.

He casually threw away the broken pen in his hand, picked up another one, and continued to write on the papyrus blankly.

Mahat and Isis looked at each other, and sighed together.

Seth didn't know whether to be calm or numb, and without raising his head, he continued to deal with the fragmentary government affairs at hand that didn't need to be handled by the Pharaoh himself.

For a while, the room was silent, only the rustling sound of writing could be heard.

Mahat looked at the half-closed side door, glanced at the female officer who was still kneeling at the side door in trepidation, then looked at the Pharaoh anxiously for a while, and finally looked back at Isis helplessly.

The Egyptian priestess sighed again, and glanced at the young king, who was engrossed in political affairs. She quietly stepped back, seeing that the young king didn't pay attention, she turned around and walked into the side door.

"His Royal Highness..."

"Needless to say, Isis."

Signaling Tia to put the soup for him aside, the young prince raised his head and smiled at the priestess. His light purple pupils were translucent, clear and flexible like the flowing water in the Nile River.

He said, "You should be one of the people who most want me to go to Egypt."

Isis smiled wryly.

She felt that she was always smiling wryly recently.

"No such thing."

Isis said, "You are indeed the best candidate for the High Priest of Lower Egypt, but I don't want you to go to Lower Egypt."

She smiled bitterly and said, "Your Royal Highness, you should be very clear that the king doesn't want you to leave his side, so why do you deliberately make him angry?"

"He will agree." Yu Yu replied, his eyes were half covered by the drooping eyelashes, and the smile on the corner of his lips showed a faint, almost invisible trace of sadness under the sunlight from the skylight.

He raised his hand to let the maid Tia back away.

He raised his head, leaned his body back, put his arms behind his back and looked up at the sky outside.

"I'm the best candidate to go to Lower Egypt. You know, brother Wang also knows. And Seth also said that even the pharaoh can't easily interfere with the inheritance of the high priest."

"He'll let me go," he said, lightly, "for Egypt."

Isis was silent for a while, and she slowly opened her mouth to pick up the words.

"...His Royal Highness, even if something like that happened before, the most important thing in the king's heart is you as his only relative." She said, "To the king, you are more important than anyone else. no doubt."

"I know."

The young Wangdi replied.

"Even so, you still..."

Speaking of this, Isis suddenly stopped talking, she shook her head, and smiled self-deprecatingly.

"Forget it, as a party you don't trust, no matter what I say is useless."

She looked at Brother Wang again, "Your Highness, you should understand why I am here. It doesn't matter if you are still angry, please persuade the king to have dinner with you."

You You sat up straight, stretched out his hand to caress the side of the porcelain bowl filled with warm soup.

Then he looked back at Isis with dissatisfaction in his eyes.

"You also said that I was the one who was angry, why did you ask me to coax him instead?" He replied with an unhappy face, "It's just not eating for one meal. Is there any need to be so nervous?"

Isis pondered for a while, but couldn't tell the difference.She blinked, and a smile gradually appeared in her beautiful pupils.

"Brother Wang, since you came here in the afternoon, I probably don't know." She smiled shallowly, "Because today's affairs are too busy, whether it's morning or noon, Wang hardly even drank a few sips of water."

Having said that, she shut up.

Brother Wang stared at her, but she just looked at him with a smile.

The violet pupils rolled around a few times and landed on the steaming food in front of him. The young prince looked at the smiling priestess with a look of discouragement in his eyes.

He pursed his lips and stood up, but he still looked reluctant.

Although the movement was a bit procrastinated, he still got up and walked towards the door.

The Egyptian priestess looked at his back, the corners of her lips raised even more, but she didn't say anything again.

When the half-closed side door was opened with a slight sound, Priest Mahat's eyes were attracted, and even Seth looked up subconsciously.

The game quickly came to the side of the still very busy boy king.

The young Pharaoh lowered his head and didn't look at him, but the hand holding the pen tightened slightly.Atum didn't raise his head, and didn't respond to him, as if ignoring his arrival.

so--

Why did he have to come to coax this bad-tempered guy!

Thinking of Isis's smiling face, Yugi hated it.

Regardless of whether Atum ignored him, he sat down on the left side of himself.Staring at the side cheek of young Wang Junmei for a while, he looked around.

Isis didn't follow, the female officer at the door still bowed her head, Seth didn't look up, and Mahat, who was the only one looking at him, quickly turned his head to look in other directions when he met his gaze.

So the young Wang brother blinked, suddenly stretched out his right hand, and poked the light brown left cheek vigorously with his index finger.

"you do--"

Yatum, who turned his head to the left with an angry face, opened his mouth and hadn't had time to finish a sentence. Suddenly, something cold was stuffed into his mouth, blocking the remaining half of his angry shout.

Sitting next to him, the young Wangdi quickly stuffed a small fresh fruit with his left hand into his mouth the moment he turned his head, looked up at him and laughed.

Seeing that Yatum seemed to want to spit out the fruit on his lips in displeasure, Youyou hurriedly pressed his finger on it again and forcefully stuffed it into his mouth.

Seeing that the food had already entered his mouth, the thirsty boy king reflexively chewed a few times before swallowing it.

He reacted quickly, he wanted to get angry as soon as he stared, and suddenly felt warm in his hands.

The young Wangdi held his left hand at some point, and the warm feeling passed through his skin, making him subconsciously look at his left hand.

If you want to get angry or get angry, you have to shake off the hand holding him. The sudden reluctance in your heart made the young Pharaoh hesitate.

With this hesitation, he lost the best opportunity to get angry.

The young brother Wang stood up, holding his brother's light brown left hand with his right hand.

Because he was standing and Atum was sitting, it was rare for him to look down at his brother Wang, who smiled, his violet pupils curved into crescent moons.

"Brother Wang, accompany me to dinner, okay?"

The young Pharaoh didn't answer right away. He raised his head slightly and looked at his young brother's smiling, immature and lovely face.He was silent for a while, then stood up.

He didn't speak, nor did he shake off his brother's hand.

The gaze from the crimson pupils was originally cold and sharp, but the moment it fell on the hand that was held by the young brother Wang, it softened a little trace of bright red.

He let Wang Di hold his hand and walked forward, leading him into the next room.

Seth looked up at the closed door, snorted coldly, lowered his head and continued to work.

Because of this, he missed the strange look on Mahat's face who was standing beside him in a daze.

At this moment, Priest Mahat stood there stunned.

Why... why did he have the feeling of seeing a domesticated wild lion...

wrong! ! !

O noble king!Forgive the insolence of your damned servant!

The atmosphere of the meal was originally mild and stable. Seeing that the king and brother Wang finished their meal smoothly, the servants who were used to brother Wang getting angry with the pharaoh from time to time in the past few days subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Sure enough, there is still such a harmonious atmosphere~~

Just when they were feeling so deeply in their hearts, Wang Di's smiling words immediately made everyone's hearts rise to their throats.

"Brother Wang, I want to go outside the palace to relax at night."

The younger brother clearly knew that the Pharaoh would not let him go to Egypt for fear that he would leave privately. Now he is basically staring at him every day, and the younger brother is still clamoring to leave the palace at this juncture——

Everyone's heart twitched, and they looked at the Pharaoh in fear.

The king will get angry, he will definitely get angry, he will definitely get angry again!

Basically everyone present was crying in their hearts.

"Well, let Mahat follow you."

The young Pharaoh answered, drank the last glass of bright red wine, got up and walked towards the door.The dark blue cloak flew up behind him, passing in front of everyone.

He stepped out the door, but the middle-aged female officer who hurriedly followed behind him almost bumped into the door frame because she was too surprised to react.

It wasn't just the group of servants whose jaws dropped to the ground who were dumbfounded.

The young king brother was also dumbfounded as he stared at the Pharaoh's leaving back.

He's not angry, he's really not angry, how can he not be angry, how can he find excuses to make trouble—

"That... Pharaoh?"

"Hmph, there are only a few ways he can make me angry."

"..."