Pharaoh

The light blue lotus flower is in full bloom, the petals are delicate, and the star-shaped petals spread out one after another, surrounding the clusters of stamens that melt like golden threads, and sometimes bright red filaments children mixed in.

The beautiful heart-shaped tender green leaves are attached to the turquoise water and fluctuate with the waves. Occasionally, they are blown by the wind, and when the leaves are lifted, you can see a few purple halos dotted on them.

A gust of wind blows softly, carrying the refreshing aroma of blue water lilies.

When the gust of wind passed by, the golden hair on the forehead of the king of Egypt, who was sitting at the stone table next to a pool of water lilies, flew up.

The young Wangdi was lying on the stone table with his face buried between his arms crossed on the table.

Under the scorching sun at noon, he was lying there alone, motionless, and his whole body looked very listless.

Another gust of wind blew, and relentlessly lifted his golden hair.

Finally, the head resting on the arm moved and finally lifted up.

With the change of prone position, his arms were lifted up with his straight body, and the snow-white bandage wrapped around his left wrist became more dazzling in the bright sunlight.

He stood up, and the feet hidden under the shadow of the stone table were exposed, and the black anklets were still around his ankles.

The expression on the young man's face looked very troubled. He stared blankly at the pool of blue water lilies, but his mind was not on the beautiful scenery in front of him at all, but he had already drifted away to the sky.

Five or six days had passed, and his brother Wang did not continue to lock him in that room, but let him live in his bedroom that had been prepared for him before but was rarely used.

Moreover, he has not withdrawn the order to let him go to Lower Egypt to succeed the high priest of Osiris, and told him that when he arrives in Lower Egypt, the high priest of Osiris will remove the ankle ring that limits his magic power.

On the other side, there was no news from the other person that he pinned most of his hopes on, and the black magician girl was still missing.

He could only watch helplessly as the days passed and his hopes faded.

There is not much time left.

He knew, but there was nothing he could do.

If he stays forcibly, it will only increase Brother Wang's dislike towards him, but he absolutely cannot leave now.

Whether it is the pharaoh or the great priests, they all believe that only they have the most powerful monsters—they cannot tell about Bakula, and maybe even if it is told, they will not believe it.

And what is his plan on the other side, when is he going to start a civil strife?

You Xi doesn't know how to get out of the predicament in front of him, all he can do now is just sit here and worry.

But this made him feel even more anxious.

You Yu shook his head vigorously, trying to get rid of a bunch of messy things in his mind.

He sighed, turned and walked towards his bedroom.His back looked limp and listless in the sunlight.

Before reaching the exit, he heard several footsteps of different frequencies not far away. You subconsciously looked up and saw a group of people walking towards this side.

The leader is the young pharaoh who seems to be able to shine in the sun, so dazzling that people dare not look directly at him.

The bright gold ornaments accentuated the beauty of the beige complexion.

The young pharaoh strode forward, like a gust of wind, but the oncoming momentum made people retreat unconsciously.

The young Wangdi stood there, his violet pupils trembling slightly.

He opened his mouth as if he wanted to shout, but pursed his lips hesitantly, and just opened his eyes to see the young king walking towards him.

It wasn't until the young king who walked up to him glanced at him that he subconsciously let out a low voice.

"Brother Wang."

The young Pharaoh hummed, paused slightly, and then moved forward again, passing by his brother.

Even his eyes only glanced at You Yu, without stopping for a moment.

Out of the corner of his eye, he flicked over the bandage on Yu Yu's left wrist, but there was no expression on his face.The pharaoh who was once outraged by a slight scratch on the king's brother's cheek seemed to have disappeared from his body without a trace.

His gesture of nodding was so understated, as if he met a courtier who saluted him on the road.

The noble Pharaoh accepted the calls and gazes of his people as a matter of course, and did not need to give feedback.

He strode away, his bright red cloak fluttering past his brother, without looking back.

Yugi didn't look back, just stood where he was, with Ben's slightly raised hand lowered again.

After Yatum and the group of people behind him passed by, he stepped forward.

He took two steps and suddenly picked up speed.

After a while, it was faster.

In the end, he ran forward as fast as if he was running away, until he was exhausted.

The young brother Wang bent over to support the stone pillar beside him and panted heavily, his golden hair hung down to cover his lowered face, and he could only see the drops of sweat seeping out of his hair and streaking across his breasts. White cheeks, converging to the chin.

Until the sweat droplets collected on the chin were too heavy to bear anymore, they fell heavily and dripped on the smooth bluestone floor.

The fingertips of his hand holding the stone pillar were deeply scratched, almost worn out.

The nails of his right hand on his knee were deeply sunken into the skin, and the skin where the fingers were clenched tightly showed a whitish tone.

Suddenly a snow-white handkerchief was handed in front of his eyes. You startled for a moment and straightened up.

The sweat dripping from his forehead changed course as he looked up, slipped from the edge of his nose, and seeped into the corners of his lips, salty and astringent.

The priestess who handed over the handkerchief was startled when she saw Yu Yu's face, and then smiled.

"I thought His Highness was hiding and crying secretly like before."

"I admit I've cried before, but I'm not hiding it."

The king of Egypt retorted, he tilted his head, reached out to take the white handkerchief handed over by Isis and wiped the sweat off his forehead.

He said, "...I promised Brother Wang that I would not cry again."

"Huh? What were you doing just now?"

"Running for exercise."

"Your Highness, if you have any troubles, I will be a good person to discuss."

"There is no way to get what you want to know from the high priest, so you came to me?"

The beautiful Priestess smiled again, her charming eyes were curved into slender arcs, and the thick eyelashes cast a faint rose shadow on her smooth cheeks.

She was not annoyed or unwilling by Wang Di's slightly stinging words, but her mature charm became more and more attractive when she smiled.

"Brother Wang." She asked again, "Do you want to go to Egypt?"

She asked, "Do you want to be high priest of Osiris?"

Before waiting for Brother Wang to answer, she immediately opened her mouth to cover her own question.

"It was you who asked to leave at the beginning, and you were the one who asked to become the high priest. Now, you should have got your wish."

Brother Wang bit his lower lip and said nothing, but his face was a little ugly.

Isis's face became more and more serious. She wanted to say something, but she saw Wang Di suddenly turned sideways and passed by her, like a gust of wind, he disappeared after a while.

Isis looked at the place where Wang Di's back disappeared, raised her head and lifted a strand of hair that fell in front of her eyes, and exhaled helplessly.

"...Even if you are squeezed like this, you won't say anything..."

She whispered to herself, her brows furrowed tightly.

Whether it was the king, the high priest, or the younger brother Wang, they refused to reveal even a word about what was going on, which made her even more worried while being confused.

She pressed her aching head, trying to clear up her swollen brain from overthinking.

That's it.

Isis thought, turned and walked to the other side.

First hold the memorial ceremony of the former king Aknamkano two days later, and then slowly consider the matter here.

She walked forward, suddenly paused, and then continued to move forward.

Will Wang Di really go to Lower Egypt?

she does not know.

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Because it was a memorial ceremony for King Aknam Kano who had already gone to the underworld, the ceremony officially started when a bright moon hung in the night sky, and the majestic Valley of the Kings was lit with flames all over the mountains and fields.

Countless pillars of fire blazed in the dark night, illuminating the cliffs in the depths of the Valley of the Kings like daytime.

Standing on the cliff, the huge statue of Osiris, the god of the underworld, looks more majestic and majestic in the red firelight. His eyes, which are as tall as a man, look down on his people on the land of the Valley of the Kings.

The sacrificial ceremony of the former king Aknamkano was carried out in an orderly manner under the auspices of the great priest of Seth. On the altar, the blood and heart of ferocious beasts were presented on it.

Simon did not come here, and it was inconvenient for the high priest who served Ra to attend the sacrifice ceremony for the god Osiris.

The complicated and grand memorial ceremony made the usually silent Valley of the Kings noisy for a whole night. When the ceremony came to an end, there was already a faint white light shooting from the horizon in the east.

The young Pharaoh stood on a high altar, and the early morning light fell on his pure golden Eye of Horus headdress, exposing most of his handsome cheeks to the light.

He stood there, his crimson pupils gazing at his father's tomb in the halfway up the cliffs winding up the stone steps ahead.

His eyes seemed far away, maybe he was remembering the time he spent with his father a long time ago.

Then, the jewel-like red eyes of the Boy King closed.

When he opened it again, he turned sideways and looked indifferently at Wangdi who was standing under the altar with eyes that were so cold that no trace of human emotion could be seen.

He said, "Mahat, send your brother to Lower Egypt."

The High Priest Mahat, who was half kneeling on the ground, nodded, and then got up to pull the younger brother in front of him.

A pull, but no pull.

Brother Wang shook off Mahat's hand, took a step forward, and raised his head to look at Atum.

With his outstretched hand, he grasped the stone pillar on the edge of the extremely high altar, his violet pupils reflected the figure of the boy king who was standing tall at the moment, and there seemed to be many inexplicable emotions surging in the depths of his eyes.

"Brother Wang."

Yugi opened his mouth to utter two words, but opened his lips again but couldn't utter another sound.

How to say it, how to explain it, he didn't know.

He didn't know what to say.

He just stared at Atum blankly, then stretched out his hand in its direction.

The way he stretched out his hand, he didn't know whether he wanted to grab that unattainable figure, or wanted that person to bend down again to hold his hand.

The young pharaoh looked down at his younger brother in a condescending posture, just like the huge statue of the god Osiris in front of him looking down on the earth.

The light of the still burning flame in the pillar of fire fell into his bright red pupils, making the flickering eyes of his eyes clearly reflect the white-skinned hand stretched out to him.

That made his gaze colder and sharper.

He didn't take a step in the direction of his younger brother, but suddenly raised his right hand and took off the dagger hanging from his waist.

Just toss.

The short sword thrown in mid-air was shining brightly and coldly in the twilight of dawn, it fell in an arc, and fell in front of the young Wangdi with a clang and a crisp sound of bluestone hitting.

The light refracted by the sword made the violet pupils tremble, and then the color in the eyes gradually became quiet.

Yuyu picked up the short sword and held it tightly in his right hand.

The knuckles of the fingers he was holding tightly to the scabbard of the dagger were a little white from too much force, and the pulps of his fingers also showed deep strangulation marks.

He turned around abruptly and left here accompanied by Mahat.

A few rays of dawn light from the horizon lengthened the shadow under his feet, making his face completely hidden in the shadow.

All he could see was the tight lips, showing an unnaturally twisted arc.

Yu You walked forward without saying a word, walking faster and faster, almost speeding up in anger.

Mahart followed behind him, and had to pick up speed with his pace.

Behind them, Isis, Seth and others watched them leave, with complicated emotions in their eyes.

Only the young king standing on the altar, with a pair of crimson pupils, was still watching his father's tomb from afar.

The sharp golden hair brushed the boy king's light brown cheeks, and the shadow cast in the morning light made it difficult to see the expression on his face clearly.

You and Mahat followed each other, and soon went down the mountain and were about to walk out of the Valley of the Kings.

Across the wide Nile, the soldiers outside the palace on the opposite bank were waiting to escort the future high priest of Osiris to the Temple of Osiris in Lower Egypt.

Along the way, the atmosphere was so heavy that Mahart was extremely uncomfortable.

He looked at Brother Wang who was walking forward in silence all the way, with a look of embarrassment and not knowing what to do on his face.

His expression changed a few times, and he finally made up his mind.

Mahat suddenly took a few steps forward, catching up with Brother Wang.

"king……"

He had just uttered a sound when suddenly a violent shock came from the ground on which he was standing.

For a moment, I just felt that the world was turned upside down. From the huge palace building in the distance to the Nile River in front of me, it seemed that the whole world was shaking.

Mahat stretched out his hand to support Wangdi, who was about to fall, and the strong shock stopped abruptly.

The two looked at each other, just when they were dizzy and at a loss, suddenly Yu You suddenly raised his hand and pressed his forehead.

"pain!"

He groaned at the sudden sharp pain in the spot on his forehead where even the last trace of red had faded.

Mahat was looking at his brother who was screaming in pain, when suddenly a long and loud dragon cry from far away made him suddenly look up to the sky.

At that glance, his face changed drastically and he cried out.

"...Blue-Eyes White Dragon! Why——!"

Yu Yu lowered his head, the place on his forehead that was injured in the past was aching.

He gritted his teeth, and clenched his hands into tight fists where the scars that had disappeared had disappeared.

Diabondo...

Bakula! ! !

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Blue water lily - the national flower of ancient Egypt.

The water lily is the national flower of Egypt. Because of its habit of blooming at dawn and closing at dusk and the flowers blooming radially, it became a symbol of ancient Egyptian sun worship. Every generation of pharaohs claimed to be the son of Horus, the god of sunrise.During the coronation ceremony, because the sun moves from east to west, the north and south ends become the two ends of the extension. Therefore, water lilies are placed on the south side of the king's throne, and papyrus is placed on the north side, showing that the pharaoh is ancient. The supreme and sole ruler of Egypt and the vast territories north and south.In the murals and carvings of ancient Egyptian ruins, there are many figures with water lily flowers on their heads or figures with water lily flowers in their hands.

The blue water lily is quite beautiful... When I checked the information, I found out that the national flower of ancient Egypt was the blue water lily, not the white water lily, OTZ...

The national flower of China is... the peony?

Touch your chin, so is there any national flower of the ancient Qin Dynasty?I don't think it's peony...