Pharaoh

It's been a long time since he returned to his room.

Although it is not as gorgeous as Brother Wang's bedroom and not as cool as the one over there, it is at least the place where he has lived since he came to Egypt.

Thinking so, the young Wangdi fell headfirst on his spacious bed, rubbing his face against the white and soft linen on the bed.

He rolled over on the bed, lying on his back with his arms and legs stretched out, he locked a lot of followers out of the room, no matter what, he could finally be clean.

He raised his right arm to look at it, touched it, sat up and touched his calf carefully.

A few days ago, the dark Egyptian cobra he encountered seemed to be magical and could be described as beautiful. It whipped him a few times with its tail, leaving marks on his arms and legs. It was still hot at the time. It hurts badly.

He would definitely be talked about by Keya when he went back. At that time, he felt a little depressed about the scar on his arm and was about to walk back.

Afraid of encountering the giant snake again, he walked around the edge of the pool from the other side.

After walking a few steps, he suddenly found an old man standing by the pool.

The old man looked very old, and his body was a bit hunched. He was wearing a white priest's uniform, and a long scepter supported his old, seemingly fragile body.

On a wrinkled face, the old man's eyes were exceptionally clear and bright.

The old man smiled and waved at him.

He stared blankly at the old man for a long time, until the old man waved to him again, he walked over hesitantly.

From the moment he saw the old man, his eyes never left the old man's face.

He clearly has a gold ornament on his neck that only the royal family of Egypt can wear. Even people who don't know him will kneel down in fear after seeing this gold ornament, but this old priest doesn't seem to care at all, just smiling look at him.After he walked to his side, he touched his head kindly.

grandfather?

He was on the verge of calling it out.

Even though the face of the old priest has been left countless marks by the years, it can be vaguely seen that it is a face that is very similar to him when he was young.

Perhaps it should be said that it resembles the appearance of the current Pharaoh Atum.

The graceful and dignified demeanor naturally revealed in the old priest's every move cannot be underestimated.

Looks like grandpa... but not grandpa...

"What did you just see?"

The old man spoke very slowly and his voice was very gentle, but somehow it gave people an irresistible feeling, which made him answer his question involuntarily.

"Black... cobras."

"Did you really see it?"

"Ah."

The old priest laughed, and the wrinkles on his face faded away.

The old and wrinkled hand caressed the scar left by the snake on Yu Yu's arm. The place touched by this hand was warm and itchy, which made the young brother subconsciously retract his arm.

"Hey?--"

He was surprised to find that the scar on his arm had disappeared.

Unable to react for a while, he stared blankly at the old man struggling to bend down to erase the scar on his calf.

The old man looked at him with such loving eyes, and the familiar gentle eyes made Yu Yu involuntarily overlap the figure of his grandfather with the old man in front of him.

"grandfather……"

He cried out softly.

The old priest was taken aback for a moment, then patted his head benevolently.

"That's actually the right name..." He said, "My good boy, promise grandpa one thing, don't tell what you just saw, okay?"

"Ah? But..."

"It's okay, that snake won't hurt anyone." Seemingly seeing through his mind, the old man looked at him with a smile, "It shouldn't appear in front of anyone other than you."

"Hey?"

"It doesn't matter if you don't understand now." The old priest patted him on the shoulder, pointed in a direction, and signaled him to leave, "One day you will understand. Now, you should go back, kid."

At that time, he clearly still had a lot of questions he wanted to ask.

But when the old man said this, he involuntarily turned around and left there without looking back.

That strange feeling was as if the old man had given him a hint that he must leave and could not turn back.

That old man who looks a lot like grandpa... who the hell is it?

Lying on his back in the big bed, he thought.

If I go there again, will I see him again?

He got up and sat up, looked at the sky outside the window, the sun had already sunk below the horizon.

Tomorrow, let's go to that place and have a look...

"It's always been here..."

The young brother Wang decided to sleep in his own bedroom tonight, with the help of several maids, he searched his house all over but couldn't find what he wanted.

Although it is said that he has stayed in another room of his for the past ten days, but that thing is not likely to disappear like this.

He had used it ten days ago.

That was the only thing he had brought from the future besides the gold box.

Perhaps it should be said that the gold box can only be said to have been returned to its original owner, where it should have returned.

That set of pajamas is his only proof of being 'Muto Yuki'.

If he goes back to his room to sleep, he still likes to put on his pajamas and climb into bed.He always felt that as long as he did this, he might still be able to dream of his grandpa, his parents, and his friends in his dreams.

"His Royal Highness?"

The female officer who was in charge of serving the Egyptian prince who had just returned from the outside looked at the messy room with a look of surprise.

"what are you doing?"

"Where's the light blue dress? The one I'm going to wear to bed at night."

Following the rules of the Egyptian royal palace, the lady kneeling on her knees bowed to the ground to salute the prince. Her head was stuck to the ground and could not be lifted without the prince's permission.

"The lady who served the pharaoh came here yesterday and took the garment out and burned it," she said.

The young Wangdi was stunned.

"Burn? Why?!"

"...is the order of the Pharaoh."

"It's really inexplicable...what the hell is going on!"

Rare anger appeared on the immature face of the young king of Egypt.

"The king said that you, as the king's brother of Egypt, are always dressed in exotic clothes, which is too inappropriate."

"What body—"

He clenched his fists and was about to get angry, but looking at the respectful lady officer, he clenched his fists and then slowly loosened them.

He took a deep breath to calm himself down.

It's useless to get angry with your servants. It's the Pharaoh who gives the order, and no one dares to disobey it.

What's going on with Atum lately?

He was thinking dissatisfiedly when Ke Ya walked in from the door and knelt down on one knee to salute him.

"Your Highness, the king sent someone to summon you."

"...I remember I asked you to send someone to inform Brother Wang that I won't be going tonight."

"Yes." Ke Ya looked puzzled, "But... the king..."

"Okay, okay, no need to say anything."

He can probably guess what the other one will say.

At this moment, he didn't even have the energy to get angry, and he just felt a headache.

Is it just his delusion? He always feels that Yatum's aggressive marking has made him almost unbearable recently, and what are those inexplicable behaviors——

"His Royal Highness." Just as he was having a headache, the female officer who was ignored aside whispered, "That..."

She winked at the other maids, and they knelt beside the young prince with their clothes in their hands.

"The king will hold a ceremony in the near future to officially announce your identity as the king's younger brother to the whole of Egypt. During the ceremony, please be sure to change into formal royal clothing. It is not acceptable like this." The female officer said, "Please try on the clothes for the ceremony." clothing."

He calmed down his bad mood a little bit, he thought that for such a solemn occasion, he should naturally dress better, which is the same reason as modern men attending banquets should wear high-end suits.Anyway, it's nothing to try on clothes and it doesn't take long, just stand and let the group of maids fiddle with them.

However, when a pair of exquisite earrings made of pure gold similar to those worn by his brother appeared on the tray in the hand of the maid, and there was another maid walking with a long shining needle, the young man couldn't help it. Brother Wang's hair stood on end.

He subconsciously covered his ears and took two steps back to hide behind Ke Ya.

"I said I don't want earrings!"

Forget about wearing a gold headgear, just bear with it and get over it, ear piercings and the like are absolutely unnecessary!

"His Royal Highness, please don't make things difficult for us... If your Royal Highness's attire for the ceremony is not grand or majestic, we will be severely punished."

Who said pierced ears and earrings are majestic!

How much he wanted to complain like this, but when he saw the maids rushing towards him with death-like expressions on their faces, he immediately pushed Keya in front of them shamelessly, turned around, opened the door and ran away go out.

The young pharaoh is in a bad mood now.

Everyone who was around the boy king at this moment could feel it in the tense air around the pharaoh.

Because their Egyptian king brother is not here, right?

All those who served the boy king regularly drew conclusions from the fact that the pharaoh dined alone tonight.

In fact, the young Pharaoh seemed to be in a bad mood since his younger brother sent someone to say that he would sleep in his bedroom at night.People who noticed this became more cautious in their actions, fearing that they would offend the current boy king and bring about unwarranted disasters.

However, just when the guards who summoned the king's brother did not return, and the young Pharaoh's face became more and more gloomy, there was a messy noise not far away from people who were not afraid of death.

"What's going on over there!"

The young king, who was already impatient, dropped the cup in his hand, stood up and walked towards the direction where the noise was getting louder.

Not even a few steps away.

The culprit who made Yatum feel bad suddenly ran in like a whirlwind and hid behind him, hugging his waist tightly and not letting go.

"Your Royal Highness!"

"Your Highness—"

The few maids who ran over panting immediately saw the pharaoh in front of them, and immediately knelt down and bowed their heads in fright.

The young Pharaoh frowned, and pulled away the hands that were holding his waist.

With a little force on his left hand, the young brother Wang who was sticking behind him staggered forward and slammed into his arms.

Clutching his clothes tightly with both hands, Wang Di, who was held in his arms, raised his head and looked at him, with a look of aggrieved look on his round, round, tender and lovely face with a little baby fat.

"Brother Wang..."

"Ok?"

Looking at the face similar to his own, the golden headdress of the Eye of Horus on the forehead gleamed in the golden hairline of the younger brother, and the crimson pupils of the young king seemed to soften a little.

His mood improved a little, and his light brown fingers gently brushed away the golden hair scattered on the golden headdress.