Pharaoh

In the majestic hall, majestic stone pillars prop up the huge space.

Rising from the ground, condescending, the steps reflecting golden light in the sun can't be seen from bottom to top.

It shows the distant and insurmountable distance between God and man.

On the steps that seem to be connected to the sky, in the majestic palace, the pharaoh who ruled the entire Egypt is an existence that is difficult for ordinary people to touch.

In the spacious hall, the stone pillars are towering. Compared with the majesty of the outer stone pillars, the stone carvings on the stone pillars in the hall are much more delicate.

Soft white long curtains create a bright atmosphere.

The young pharaoh on the supreme throne took the papyrus presented respectfully by his personal attendant kneeling at his feet, looked at it, and nodded.

The personal attendant carefully took the paper from the young Pharaoh, stepped down from the high throne, and handed it to a certain priest standing on one side.

Crimson eyes raised to look at the middle-aged priest who had been standing silently in the lower right corner of the palace.

The priest who was responsible for watching the time bowed and looked at the large hourglass inlaid on the right wall of the palace. Then, he nodded to the young Pharaoh.

The young king stood up without saying a word, turned and walked towards the apse.

The few ministers who were still waiting to report the matter looked at their king's flying white cloak and could only look at each other in blank dismay.

Although it is indeed noon, but at this time in the past, the young pharaoh would always choose to leave after finishing the matter, but today...

The face of the young priest with a handsome face in front of the priests on the left side has begun to turn ugly, and he hastily followed into the apse.

The dark-skinned priest beside him frowned and looked at his back still hesitating, and the priestess not far away came to him at some point.

"Mahat, stop him."

She whispered: "Wang is in a bad mood, Seth will only make Wang angry in the past."

When all the ministers and priests left the hall one after another, the two also followed Seth's footsteps and hurried into the apse, and successfully stopped Seth before he saw the Pharaoh.

The three of them had a small-scale quarrel under the watchful eyes of the guards. Under the mediation of Isis, the two young and vigorous young priests both compromised a step.

After asking the pharaoh's personal guards for instructions, the three priests entered the pharaoh's resting place in the apse together.

In the room, the attendants were asking the young Pharaoh, who was sitting a little lazily on a comfortable seat, resting his cheek with one hand, and playing with the golden building blocks on his chest with the other, if he had eaten, and bowed back after receiving a negative answer. .

Seeing the three of Mahart coming in, the Boy King just glanced at them with his crimson eyes, then lowered his head and continued to play with the golden blocks boringly.

It's already noon, if he left the hall to stop dealing with government affairs not for dinner...

This appearance, as if waiting for something in general.

The thoughtful Priestess thought for a moment, stepped forward, and gently watched the young Pharaoh with those oasis-like eyes.

Her gentle voice solved the confusion of the group of careless men.

"My lord, the female officer of His Royal Highness reported to me just now that His Royal Highness has not yet recovered. The priests hope that he can stay in the room as much as possible and rest in bed, even for meals."

She said, beautiful face, gentle smile.

"The servants will take good care of His Royal Highness."

As she spoke, she beckoned to the attendant who stepped aside to bring the young Pharaoh's meal.

This time, the Boy King did not object.

Isis saluted again with a graceful gesture, and then signaled the other two priests to follow him out of the room.

Seth took a step forward and seemed to want to say something, but was grabbed by the corner of his clothes by Isis and was forcibly pulled out reluctantly.

In the garden of the side hall, there are green trees and beautiful water.

The beautiful priestess walked gracefully in the forest. Behind her were two men, one with a handsome face and the other with a worried look.

"Usually at this time, His Royal Highness should have come here long ago."

Isis said with a gentle tone and a calm face.

"The female officer I arranged to take care of His Royal Highness did not come to see me just now."

"It is a great sin to deceive the king."

"Then the king should be kept waiting?"

Seth was silent, but Isis continued.

"His Royal Highness will not come."

"Maybe not only today, but also in the future..."

"Why?" Mahat said, "Maybe His Highness is really just feeling unwell."

This time, Isis didn't answer.

She fell silent, remembering the situation when she went to the apse garden to meet the king at noon yesterday.

Even if you just stepped into it, you can feel the embarrassment of the atmosphere. The young Pharaoh walked towards her on his own. Behind him, the new guard who was appointed by the king to protect his younger brother was draping a soft white cloth on the young man. body.

The young man tightly grabbed the white cloth to wrap himself up, and walked past her and the king with his head down.

Even though she lowered her head and looked carefully, she still saw the boy's red and swollen eyes and the tear stains on his cheeks.

She was a little confused.

The tension and pressure of the expressionless Wang Zhou body made her understand that this is not the occasion to explore the reason.

She wisely chose to be silent, and signaled the king's close female officer to come forward to serve.

However, at the moment His Royal Highness passed by them, she saw him unconsciously glance at the king.

Those big light purple eyes were probably filled with tears just now, so they were no longer as bright as before, and the tone was a little darker.

The look he gave Wang didn't mean anything.

That is the reflexive action a person makes to glance at obstacles around him while walking.

From those eyes, she can no longer see any intimacy and admiration that she used to look at the king.

It seemed that the fire that had been extinguished by the rainstorm had lost all its warmth.

"Isis?"

"..."

"what's on your mind?"

"I'm thinking about how I'm going to continue to make up the reason why His Royal Highness won't come here in the next few days."

"What—?"

"...If you want to solve it thoroughly, it would be faster to go directly to see His Royal Highness."

Completely ignoring the two inexplicably careless big men around her, the beautiful priestess muttered to herself.

……

"I'm sorry, Lord Isis, His Royal Highness has already rested."

"You mean, I can't go in?"

"Yes."

"You're just a lowly guard whose name I can't even remember."

"Yes."

"Don't step back!"

"Lord Isis, I am ordered by the Pharaoh to protect His Royal Highness. He is resting, please don't disturb him."

"...Is this an order from His Royal Highness?"

"Do not."

"…I understand."

……

Second day

With a sense of guilt for deceiving the king, Mahat had to act nonchalantly, with cold sweat on his forehead: "Your Highness just took medicine and fell asleep."

……

Third day

Seth, who smirked at his handsome face in displeasure: "Your Royal Highness is too sleepy, so breakfast is late, so..."

……

fourth day

Isis smiled as if nothing had happened but his palms were sweating slightly under the gaze of the sharp crimson pupils: "His Royal Highness, he..."

……

fifth day

"I don't want to eat."

The frowning young Pharaoh raised his hand to signal the attendants to take the food away.

He stood up and walked to the door.

"Continue to discuss politics."

"king."

Today, the dark-skinned priest who was on duty to wait beside the king hurriedly walked a few steps and hurriedly followed the pace of the young pharaoh.

He looked at the boy king in front of him who was obviously in a state of low pressure with a worried expression.

"You are like this..."

"Worry! If I say I don't want to eat, I just don't want to eat!"

For some reason, the suddenly enraged boy king quickened his pace again, trying to get rid of a group of followers behind him in a fit of anger.

Mahat had no choice but to speed up his pace again, and the attendants behind him trotted to keep up.

On the side of the road where the young king walked, people knelt down and bowed their heads at his feet to salute.

however

Suddenly stopped, the whole team braked suddenly.

The young Wang Feihong, who stopped suddenly, looked at a female officer kneeling at her feet, and Mahat recognized that it was the female officer sent by Isis to serve His Royal Highness.

The young pharaoh just looked at her without saying a word. The invisible pressure had made the female officer, who didn't know the reason, break out in cold sweat on her forehead.

"Did His Royal Highness send you to ask to see the king?"

For some reason, he breathed a sigh of relief from the bottom of his heart, Mahat asked.

And the slightly raised face of the female officer with a puzzled expression made Mahat's heart sink again.

"Um... non, I'm very sorry, Master Isis called me here..."

The female officer carefully looked at the young Wang's face, "His Royal Highness does not have any instructions."

She suddenly lowered her head and pressed her forehead to the ground, her body lying on the ground trembled.

The young pharaoh's crimson pupils, which were like burning cold flames, suddenly burst out with a sense of coercion, which made her tremble almost out of breath.

Even though the following Wang had left for a long while, she gasped for breath on the ground for a long time before standing up, her hands and feet were weak.

Grabbing her nerves, she hurried to where Lord Isis was.

She has not reported His Royal Highness's movements to Lord Isis today.

The moment he entered the political hall, the young pharaoh slowed down.

All the attendants stayed outside the sacred palace hall, and only Mahat, who is a priest, was qualified to walk in here by the king's side.

The entire hall was empty, and the ministers also retreated to eat.

However, now with the sudden return of the king, they also had to leave unused food and rush back.

It's just that at this moment, this majestic hall is still empty, and it seems that there is no breath of living people.

Mahat stood still under the throne, watching the young pharaoh walking towards the supreme throne step by step.

The young Wang Feihong's eyes looked straight ahead, and the gold ornaments on her body shone with a beautiful golden luster.

There seemed to be no expression on that handsome face at the moment.

"Mahart."

"Yes."

Halfway to the throne, the young king stopped and looked back at the dark-skinned young priest.

He says,

"Brother Wang, does he hate me?"

Time seemed to stand still for a moment.

The dark-skinned young priest stared fixedly at the young pharaoh for a long, long time.

Then he smiled.

"impossible."

He smiled and said, "His Royal Highness has always liked Wang."

"He is not in good health now, so he can't always pester the king like before."

"When His Royal Highness recovers, he will definitely pester you to the point of annoying you."

People have already entered the hall one after another, and the footsteps of the young king walked forward again.

He sat on the throne, although his face was still expressionless, but there seemed to be a sigh of relief in the depths of his eyes.

Mahat, who was standing on the lower side, looked at the young pharaoh for a while, then turned around and explained a few words to the people around him.

He turned and left the hall by himself.

unforgivable...

The smile on his face disappeared in an instant and turned cold.

He walked towards the left side of the palace, in the direction of His Royal Highness's residence.

Absolutely inexcusable.

The hands beside him were tightly curled up, and the anger of the dark-skinned young priest who had always been gentle towards others made his face twitch.

Like a beast protecting a calf, the anger burning from inside his body made his eyes look a bit ferocious.

──Brother Wang, does he hate me──

How dare the king show such an expression...

Even if the other party is His Royal Highness, it is absolutely unforgivable! ! !