Pharaoh

"Lord Seth..."

"Back off! The king has something urgent to deal with now, and I will report it tomorrow!"

The minister who came excitedly and wanted to report the affairs in hand to the young Pharaoh was startled. Feeling that something was wrong, he raised his head and glanced at the three great priests standing at the door. He opened his mouth to say something, but the words stuck in his throat After rolling, he was forced back by the cold and sharp gaze shot by the great priest Seth.

Are these great priests standing here just to prevent people from entering?

This weird thought swirled in his mind and immediately dissipated.

He turned and backed away.

What a joke, these three are the king's confidant priests, how could they do things that low-level guards like gatekeepers would do.

The minister, who was in fact vaguely close to the truth, was not the only one to be repelled.

In the future, the dozen or so people who would seek to see the king all retreated, the high priest Seth stood at the tightly closed door, his handsome face was very dark at the moment.

He stood at the main entrance like a door god, looking impatiently to the front left from time to time, as if he was waiting for something.

When you get close to him, you can feel a sinister aura rushing towards him, and the staring eyes are a little colder than usual. It's no wonder that those who seek to see him dare not go against his will.

Isis and Mahat stood on one side, the priestess had a half-smile on her beautiful face, and the loyal black-skinned priest was obviously smiling wryly.

Absolutely don't let other people see Wang Di's unseemly appearance, so that the majesty of the royal family will be ruined!

Although his face was expressionless, the great priest who was already gnashing his teeth deep in his heart thought so, and he could vaguely see the veins on his forehead beating happily.

Although he just glanced at the moment when he pushed the door open, he could only vaguely see the Pharaoh sitting on the throne wrapping his younger brother in his arms with a cloak...but for him, this one glance was enough.

What happened inside and what kind of situation it was, the young priest whose IQ was definitely above the average level could guess it clearly after a second thought.

Brother Wang's appearance that damages the majesty of the royal family must not be seen by the servants!

Seth's first reaction was to slam the door shut to block the view from the outside, and repelled all the nearby people to the distance.

After hesitating for a while, he called Tia over and told her to hurry up and get a set of Wang Di's clothes.

What happened to Wang Di was only known to a very few people. It was announced that Wang Di was ill and was sent to Ra's temple to be taken care of by the High Priest Simon himself.

But as the prince's personal servant, Tia knew a little bit about the inside story, so Seth thought it would be better to ask her to pick up the clothes in person.

However, during the time when Tia was away, people came to report to the king one after another. Naturally, ordinary guards were not strong enough to block those ministers and priests, so he, the great priest, had to temporarily act as the door god who chased people away...

The figure of the young female officer rushing in this direction made Seth slightly relieved, and stepped aside, instead of blocking the door with the whole person.

He glanced at Tia and motioned her to go in quickly.

Tia nodded, slowed down her steps, calmed down her slightly shortness of breath from rushing just now, and ducked in through the slightly opened door as soon as she lowered her head.

There was no sound in the room, as if she was the only one here.

Normally, she followed the Pharaoh and his younger brother, even in the Pharaoh's bedroom, surrounded by dozens of maids, and now she was suddenly let in alone... The unusual silence made her feel a little nervous up.

Tia swallowed a mouthful of saliva, hugged the soft clothes in her arms, raised her head slightly and glanced up cautiously.

Seeing this made her relax a lot.

The young king with sharp eyes and a great sense of coercion sat on the throne and didn't care about her existence at all.

He held his younger brother in his arms—this was an extremely normal behavior.

It's just different from the past, he lifted up his crimson cloak and wrapped most of the younger brother in his arms.

The young brother was curled up in the arms of the young king, because most of his face was stuck to the young king's chest, so he couldn't see clearly from below.

But the half of white porcelain-colored bare shoulders exposed from the gap revealed that little clue, and it further confirmed Tia's guess.

The corners of the lips of the young female officer couldn't help but raised upwards, and held back again.

She lowered her head again, and quickly stepped forward to put the clothes in her arms on the table, then stood quietly by the side and waited for Brother Wang to get dressed.

The side she walked up to was exactly the direction Wang Di's back was facing her. Most of Wang Di's face was buried deep in the arms of the Pharaoh, so even though the distance was close, she still couldn't see Wang Di's expression.

She could only see Wang Di's left hand tightly clutching the clothes on the Pharaoh's chest, as if he was very nervous.

And even if he couldn't see the expression, the left ear, which was already completely pink and tender and occasionally moved slightly uneasily, completely exposed Wang Di's flustered mood at the moment.

The young Pharaoh glanced at her casually, nodded, and motioned her to back off.

Naturally, Tia would not do such a stupid thing as asking if she wanted to serve the younger brother to dress herself, and immediately turned and left obediently.

But after all, she couldn't hold back her curiosity, and when she turned around, she secretly glanced at her master again from the corner of her eye.

The tender pink color has spread from the ears to the back of Wang Di's neck.

……

Although he knew that the crimson cloak was covering him, the strange feeling of being naked still made the young Wangdi curl up his body even tighter.

He didn't know if it was the heat from the closeness to Atum's chest, but he felt his face burn little by little.

Hearing the soft but unusually clear footsteps coming from far to near, his body tensed up even more.

The fingers gripping the clothes on Atum's chest clenched even tighter, tearing the fabric into crumpled balls.

He felt that his cheeks were already burning, and he subconsciously rubbed his face against his beige chest, wishing he could bury it deeper.

It would be best to dig a hole and get in and bury yourself.

Because of the hot weather in Egypt, everyone wore less clothes, and some children of civilian slaves ran around the streets without clothes.

Egyptian nobles naturally have their own manners, but it is also common for men to go topless.

Going to do as the Romans do, it is naturally impossible to always wrap yourself up in a uniform like in Japan - that would definitely cause heat stroke.

In fact, it's not that he has never been naked in front of the maid who served him... Although he was not used to it at first, after a long time, he will not feel as awkward as he did at first.

For example, when taking a bath in the bathtub, he would also self-hypnotize himself, thinking that he was just having a massage and steaming in the sauna, which is normal and nothing to be shy about, so he no longer avoided the service of the maid.

but……

Why did that curse fail at this time? !

Even if he changed back to being naked in the bedroom, at least he wouldn't be ashamed as he is now!

Changing back in the bedroom is completely different from changing back here now.

This is the room where Atum handles government affairs. Basically, it is a lively place with people coming and going, almost like a street where Xixi murmurs.

And now he is running naked on the street, bastard!

And this place is a bit more serious than the street... In fact, this place is equivalent to the government conference room of later generations, right?It's still the highest parliamentary meeting room... In Japan, this is an indecent crime, a crime of indecent assault, a crime of obstructing public order, or even a crime of humiliating the country. You will be imprisoned for ten or eight years or simply executed, you bastard!

The young Wangdi was completely self-defeating, and suddenly remembered that he was sleeping soundly in the morning and planned to spend the whole morning in bed, but it was Yatum who hugged him...

Now that I am in such an embarrassing situation where I can't advance or retreat, the other one is definitely the culprit!

After hearing the sound of the door opening and closing behind him to confirm that the visitor had exited, he breathed a long sigh of relief, couldn't help grinding his teeth, and glanced at the light brown skin with teeth marks in front of him, Suddenly habitually opened his mouth to bite——

and many more.

The tip of the tooth stopped abruptly at the last second when it was about to fall on the skin of the collarbone.

The young Wangdi reined in at the last second.

…Having done cat biting for dozens of days has almost become a habit… OTZ

To reflect.

……

The young Pharaoh was naturally aware of the small movements of the person in his arms.

His younger brother was sitting on his lap with his legs bent, and was hugged by him. Perhaps others could not see the movements of the younger brother wrapped under his cloak, but the body of the young man in his arms was clinging to him. He, he can feel every little move.

When the young female officer came in, he clearly felt the tightness and stiffness of the body in his arms, as well as the hand that was gripping his clothes more tightly.

The cheek that was pressed against his chest was hot, and the more rapid exhalation due to nervousness added to the heat in his chest.

It's not that I have never been dressed by a maid before, so it is necessary to be so nervous?

Although Atum has no idea what his younger brother is struggling with...but the tightly curled appearance is a bit like the nervous and pitiful look he had when he just found his younger brother who turned into a kitten , Let his heart soften.

So when the female officer who brought the clothes stood quietly and waited to help the younger brother get dressed, Atum hesitated for a moment, and looked down at the person in his arms.

Looking down from his angle, he could only see the red-hot ears protruding from the hair that was softly attached to his chest. They were bright red, perhaps shaking slightly from time to time because of anxiety.

The thin white porcelain shoulders that were exposed outside the cloak were tense, even if they had shrunk to the limit, they seemed to want to continue shrinking.

Brother Wang's left hand tightly grasped his clothes, as if he was worried that he would let go of his holding hand.

Suppressing the corners of his lips that could not help but rise, the young pharaoh hugged the person in his arms tighter as if to comfort the other party.

He raised his head to signal Tia to back down.

The young female officer waiting aside seemed a little surprised, but she didn't dare to ask any more questions, and quickly withdrew.

The moment she withdrew, Atum felt the tight body of the boy in his arms relax immediately.

He lowered his head, making eye contact with the man who raised his head.

Unsurprisingly, Brother Wang's immature face had already turned pink, and his violet pupils stared at him, showing obvious dissatisfaction and a hint of grievance.

The corners of his lips that had been suppressed just now finally couldn't hold back, and he lowered his head, kissing the light red soft forehead.

Feeling that the younger brother in his arms seemed to be struggling in dissatisfaction, he finally didn't escape.

Yu Yu turned half his body, and his eyes fell on the front.

In sharp contrast to the strong light brown arm around him, the white porcelain bare arm protruded from the crimson cloak and stretched towards the clothes on the table.

Because he couldn't reach it, he subconsciously leaned forward, and most of his naked upper body protruded from the cloak.

Feeling that the warm body that had been clinging tightly to him just now had a tendency to leave him, the young Pharaoh's heart moved. Before he could react, the arm around Wang's waist subconsciously moved Try hard——

So the younger brother, who was about to reach his clothes, suddenly fell back into Yatum's arms, and his success fell short.

"Brother Wang!"

The young Wangdi was obviously very angry.

"I'll catch a cold."

The young pharaoh who calmly used these three words to perfectly explain the action he just made subconsciously replied.

With one hand, he was still holding the cloak around the body of the younger brother in his arms, leaning forward slightly, and took the clothes on the table with his left hand.

Then, staring at the soft clothes in his hands, he frowned.

How should this dress be worn?

The Pharaoh, who has been carefully served by several maids since his birth even washed his hands, frowned and thought about this difficult question.

Hmm... Just now let the female officer quit again...

The young king, who was caught in a difficult thought, did not know whether it was intentional or unintentional that he completely ignored the option of letting the younger brother dress himself.

Of course, Brother Wang will never forget the options that Pharaoh ignored.

Although he didn't know why his brother frowned at a piece of clothing, but to him in the embarrassing situation at the moment, he would not care at all no matter how ugly and worn-out the clothes were!

As soon as he saw Brother Wang bringing the clothes over, he naturally raised his head and stretched out his right hand to pull the clothes over.

a tug.

Did not pull over.

So on this day, the younger brother who thought he had been teased by the young king was completely angry.

His left hand also protruded from the cloak, and both hands grasped the garment together.

A slamming force--

hiss!

Atum: "..."

game:"……"

Outside the door, Seth, who once again made a minister retreat, glanced dissatisfied at the tightly closed door behind him.

Why are you moving so slowly.

He was extremely unhappy and complained in his heart, completely unaware of the tragic fate that the clothes sent in by the lady officer had been brutally dismembered, so he had to continue guarding the gate.