Pharaoh

Half of the black-haired maid was hidden behind the tall snow-white stone pillar, her big beautiful eyes flickered, and she carefully looked in the direction of the hidden and beautiful door.

Not long after, a middle-aged female officer with a stern face came out of the door and gave instructions to the young maid standing at the door. The maid humbly bowed her head and turned to leave.

The middle-aged female officer glanced at the back of the young maid, turned around, and walked to the other side.

The black-haired maid hiding behind the stone pillar's eyes lit up, and seeing the opportunity, hurriedly walked in the door with a delicate and slender milky white ceramic wine jug in her hand.

But before she approached the gate, another returning maid had already seen her back from the other side of the corridor.

The maid showed a surprised look on her face, and she opened her mouth to stop that bold woman who dared to trespass into the Pharaoh's room—

But as soon as she opened her mouth, she saw the other side from the corner of her eye.

The middle-aged female officer who just went out to give a few words to the servants and then returned immediately shook her head with a sullen face. The maid's opened mouth was immediately closed, and she bowed her head meekly and stood still.

After the black-haired maid sneaked in, she carefully glanced at the middle-aged female officer on the opposite side, then quickly walked over with the freshly cut fresh fruit in her hand, and followed the female officer's signal to move a little away from the door. stand still.

"If she wants to die, let her go."

The middle-aged female official said that her voice was flat, without any fluctuations, giving people an unusually indifferent feeling.

His usually cold face became even colder, and there was a trace of boredom hidden in his eyes.

Relying on her outstanding beauty and her status presented by the prime minister, the woman always liked to do small tricks in front of the king.

She said it a few times, but the maid was docile on the surface but actually turned her back and forgot, so she didn't bother to bother, anyway, she guessed that this self-righteous woman would probably be executed by the king soon.

She guessed right, but on that day, it was the soft-hearted brother Wang who stepped in at a critical moment, allowing this woman to escape.Although she wanted to deal with it directly, she was worried that Brother Wang had saved the woman once after all, in case she asked on a whim in the future...

So the thoughtful middle-aged female official randomly found an excuse to transfer the maid out, put her in the banquet hall to serve the wine, and waited for a while to confirm that the younger brother did not remember this incident, and then expelled her from the palace. It fends for itself.

Who knew that this woman was so bold and reckless, she still wanted to find a chance to sneak to Wang's side.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged female officer glanced at the half-covered door calmly, her eyes were full of coldness.

If you want a chance, I will give you a chance.

Whatever the outcome, that's what you asked for.

Taking advantage of the fact that there was no one around, the black-haired maid who rushed into the room quickly covered her chest that was still beating violently due to excessive tension, and took a few deep breaths.

She took a deep breath, trying to calm herself down.

After walking a few steps forward, a servant standing in the outer room came over, took the flagon in her hand and poured out a glass of wine, waited for a while to confirm that there was no poison before waving her in.

Taking a few steps forward, she stretched out her slender fingers to half-lift the almost transparent soft white curtain with impeccable elegance, and the corner of her eyes fell as if she was shocked when she saw the side of the room.

The long eyelashes drooped down, casting a layer of light shadow on her cheekbones with just the right amount of blush, and the whole person, like a frightened deer, was even more endearing.

But it's a pity that the young pharaoh who was lying on the long reclining chair in a half-recumbent position didn't even glance at this side, and naturally he couldn't see the amazing beauty she tried so hard to show.

The black-haired maid bit her lower lip unwillingly, then stepped forward to the Pharaoh's side and knelt down.

The slender fingers picked up the milky white jug and raised it in front of the Young King, tilting it slightly, the bright red liquid fell into the golden wine glass with the sound of clear water splashing.

The handsome and arrogant face of the young king made her heart beat uncontrollably and violently.

She lowered her head, held the flagon in her hand firmly, and exposed her graceful neck and shiny black hair at just the right angle.

She knew that it would add a soft and soft feeling to her in the other party's vision.

She knelt on the ground, raised her unusually delicate face that was bright enough to show the beauty of a young girl, and aimed at the young king with half-drooped eyes at an arc angle with a bit of seductive moisture.

The Pharaoh raised his hand and turned over a page of papyrus in his hand, his eyes moved on the paper.

He casually took the full wine glass and drank it in one gulp, then raised his hand and raised the empty glass, signaling to continue pouring.

The maid held her breath on her chest and had to go up and down.

Because the pharaoh still didn't even look at her.

Biting her tender red lower lip again, countless thoughts flashed through her heart in an instant, and she finally made up her mind at the last second.

An opportunity that was finally seized, must not be missed just like this.

The handsome Pharaoh in front of her eyes belonged to her, it must belong to her!

That bright face was still smiling softly, and countless turbulent emotions flashed in the eyes of the black-haired maid, and she tilted the flagon in her hand again.

At the moment when the golden wine glass was about to be filled, her hands trembled slightly as if she was tired.

The thin, warm water that originally connected the wine glass and wine jug suddenly swelled in an instant, and the sudden increase of wine hit the originally calm water in the wine glass heavily.The splashed fine red wine dripped on the back of the Pharaoh's light brown hands, and occasionally two drops splashed far away, soaking the snow-white linen clothes on the Pharaoh's chest, blurring a light red color.

This sudden situation caused the young Pharaoh to immediately turn his attention away from the report in his hand, and the bright red pupils finally fell on her as the black-haired maid wished.

She put down the flagon in her hand in a panic, and a light mist immediately appeared in her wide-open and trembling pupils, and her lovely slender eyelashes blinked and blinked, revealing a bit of panic and excitement. weak.

Stretching out her slender fingers, as if in a panic trying to wipe off the drops of wine that had splashed on Pharaoh's body, her fingertips touched the Pharaoh's chest.

She could still feel the firmness of the skin through the clothes, and her fingertips flitted past the raised sensitive part where she judged the approximate position provocatively...

Bang!

The black-haired maid who was kicked out knocked over the table behind her, and the exquisite pottery was shattered to the ground, and the golden vessel rolled on the bluestone board several times before stopping with a crisp crashing sound.

The milky flagon smashed beside her, splashing cold bright red liquid all over her body, the same color as blood.

The severe pain in her abdomen made her curl up like a shrimp in embarrassment, moaning uncomfortably, blood oozing from the corners of her lips.

Her mind was blank at the moment.

She still doesn't understand what happened just now.

Keng!

There was a clear metallic chirping sound in the room.

The black-haired maid opened her eyes wide in horror, and the cold light from the white blade of the sword illuminated her eye sockets that were so wide that they would almost tear apart.

The pharaoh's cold eyes that were enough to shock people's souls made her unable to control her throat from screaming out of fear.

[Those who touch the king without the king's permission will be executed. 】

At the last second of her life's end, what came to her mind was the first day she entered the palace, the first words that the serious female officer that she hated said to her.

The image flashed by.

And her maddened, terrified screams stopped abruptly—

When the guards, alarmed by the screams, broke into the room, what they saw was the pharaoh who yanked the sword out of the woman's chest.

Most of the blood spurted from the woman's chest splashed onto Atum's arm, and the right cheek of that handsome face was also splattered with a few bloodstains.

That made the young Pharaoh frowned slightly, with a look of disgust in his eyes.

He casually threw the long sword dripping with blood aside, and the blade hit the bluestone ground with a metal-like sound.

Immediately, a guard stepped forward and skillfully moved the maid's body out, and the middle-aged female official also had a look of habit and ordered the servant to wipe the blood-stained ground and replace it with a clean and beautiful carpet.

Isis walked in from the courtyard and brushed past the dead body of the maid who was moving out.

When she entered the room and saw the situation in the room, she frowned indistinctly.But that's all, she didn't take such trivial matters to heart.

She turned her gaze away from the blood-stained ground to look at Pharaoh, and opened her mouth to speak.

But the young pharaoh with an obviously displeased look on his face saw her coming in, and before she could speak, he walked over, stretched out his hand and grabbed the cloak hanging on the wall, and closed it with a wave. on the shoulders.

Before Priestess Isis opened her mouth to make a sound, the Boy King had strode out the door, and she had no choice but to turn around and follow closely behind.

"How's it going?"

"Still having a fever, but the doctor said nothing serious."

This is the only line of dialogue between the pharaoh and the priestess on the road.

When the young Pharaoh strode past the maid who was kneeling at the door to welcome him and walked to his brother, the young brother, exhausted by the fever, was still asleep.

The slender body curled up sideways, sinking deeply into the big soft bed, making it look even smaller in contrast.

Perhaps because the bandage on the neck was wrapped too thickly, even the hands playing in sleep were unconsciously tugging on the bandage around the neck.

The slightly higher body temperature added a bit of blush to the slightly pale cheeks, and the breathing was a little short.

The young Pharaoh stared unblinkingly at the scar on Yu Yu's forehead that had just healed.

It seemed to be caused by knocking on a hard object, a long streak sank into the temples, and the black and red blood scab on the white and tender forehead was unusually abrupt and dazzling.

Atum subconsciously stretched out his hand to touch the scar.

The light brown fingertips stopped in mid-air the moment they were about to touch the opponent's cheek. Yatum's gaze fell on the large swath of bright red blood on his hand. His lips slowly tightened, and then his hands slowly curled up to hold Tight, finally took it back.

Isis stood behind him, startled when he saw his movements.

Then, the Priestess took a few steps back, gave an order to the maid kneeling at the door, and then stood quietly aside without speaking.

Soon the maids brought up warm water and clean towels, and a maid knelt at the feet of the Pharaoh, raising the basin of warm water with both hands.Another maid who was also kneeling looked up at the Pharaoh, and after getting permission, she carefully took the Pharaoh's right hand, and gently wiped off the remaining blood on the hand with a snow-white towel dipped in warm water.

The young pharaoh stood in front of the window, only the deep part of his pupils with a single bright red hue reflected the floating clouds in the sky.

In his eyes, there are only the shadows of floating clouds passing by occasionally, nothing else.His indifferent expression made it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

Even though the maid had kept her movements as light as possible, the sound of splashing water inevitably rang out in the room.

Because the room was very quiet, the voice seemed unusually loud.

It woke up the sleeping young prince.

The thin eyelashes trembled, opened, blinked again, raised his hand and rubbed vigorously, and the eyes with a light purple tone barely opened.

The young Wangdi sat up, yawned, and rubbed his slack eyes.

But when he saw the figure not far from him on the opposite side, he was stunned, and the hands that were rubbing his eyes froze in mid-air.

The next second, he jumped out of the bed and ran over in a hurry. The crisp sound of the chains colliding with each other rang out with his hasty footsteps. The game didn't seem to hear it, but rushed over and eagerly held Ya Tom's right arm.

"You are hurt?!"

The juvenile king stared at his younger brother with bright red pupils like rubies. From that immature face similar to his, he could only see a look of panic.

He didn't answer.

However, the maid kneeling aside had already actively answered Wang Di's words.

"Wang was just cleaning the blood that other people splashed on his body."

"Is that so..."

Yugi breathed a sigh of relief, and his tensed shoulders also relaxed.

He raised his head and smiled reassuringly at Atum.

"Scared me." He said happily, "It's fine."

Before the words of the game fell, Atum's light brown hand was already on his right shoulder.

With a sudden force, he was pushed away heavily.

The game was still a little uncomfortable because of the low-grade fever. Just now, he jumped up and rushed over in a hurry. He didn't feel it when he tensed up, but he felt a little weak when he relaxed.

At this time, there was a sudden strong push from his right shoulder, and he couldn't resist at all. He was pushed out of balance and staggered back a step, but he happened to trip over the cold chain behind him.

Suddenly he could no longer stand still and fell to the ground.

"Is it too late to please me now?"

Said the young Pharaoh, his fiery red pupils coldly looked down at his younger brother at his feet.

His tone was unwavering and indifferent, standing there, he seemed more and more condescending.

He turned his head sideways, turned around cleanly, and his bright red cloak flew up with his sudden movement.

In the next second, it fell abruptly because of the pharaoh's stopped pace.

Brother Wang's outstretched right hand tightly grasped the light brown right wrist when the young king passed by him.

The moment his wrist was grabbed, Atum subconsciously stopped and looked back down.

The person holding his hand knelt on the ground, holding his hand, but did not look up.

It's just that the fingers of the hand holding his wrist are very tight.

"Brother Wang..."

The voice of Wang Di, who lowered his head, was very soft and thin, as if he was stuck in his throat and dared not spit it out.

Atum's sharp lips were tightly pursed, and there was an invisible glimmer in his eyes.

In the next second, he shook off the game's hand.

"Stay here honestly."

he said, turning away again.

"I just need a tool to control magic power."

When the last sentence fell, the corners of the bright red cloak flying behind the young king also disappeared into the room.