Pharaoh

When the sun is shining, the sky is blue.

The gurgling water, the green shadows, and the waterside pavilions.

The boy who had finally exchanged his uncompromising formidable aura for the ancient Egyptian costume with a top sat leaning against the window with a sigh.

The slightly thin body was wrapped in snow-white and soft clothes, and the naked limbs were bathed in the sun. The unusual whiteness made the dark-skinned maid not only look at it more from time to time.

The gold ornaments around his neck gleamed like sunlight reflected from the golden sands shining on the horizon as far as the eye could see.

In ancient Egypt, it was a gold ornament that only noble people were eligible to wear.

I definitely don't want to wear things that women wear!

In any case, under his resistance, the maid ultimately failed to put gold earrings and headdresses on the new brother of the Egyptian king.

Well, although the other one is full of majesty and kingly aura when he wears it, he is very self-aware and definitely—yes—it is not suitable for him to wear it.

Ear piercing or something is even dead!

He should have raised his hands to celebrate the victory of the right to decide on the decoration.

But at this moment, he looked listless.

Lazily supporting half of his face with one hand, his eyes wandered out of the window.

Letting the maid beside him nagging him about royal etiquette and palace precautions, he was obviously absent-minded, with his left ear coming in and his right ear coming out.

was hated.

He sighed and did not know how many breaths it was today.

Definitely hated by the other me.

Because I thought too much last night and slept too late inadvertently, I overslept this morning.

And the other one, he didn't know what kind of wind was coming to his room very early in the morning.

Thus, the young Pharaoh and a large group of follower priests, guards and maids enjoyed the extremely indecent sleeping appearance of their Royal Highness His Royal Highness with his limbs splayed.

According to his little maid, the corners of Wang Lian's mouth seemed to be twitching at that time.

Even though he was extremely dull in every aspect at that time, he felt the countless piercing gazes and woke up suddenly, and then got up in a despondent manner with a flushed face.

The other one kept looking at him coldly, with a condescending gaze.

After a long while, he suddenly turned his head away.

He didn't say a word, so that he couldn't figure out what the other he was here for.

Of course, the large group of priests, guards and maids also disappeared in an instant.

All the embarrassment is lost to a foreign country... or an ancient foreign country.

I am sorry to my parents, I am sorry to my teacher, I am sorry to my classmates, I am sorry to the society, I am sorry to the country, I am sorry to everyone in my time.

He has completely given up on himself.

Sighing again, the young man moved his numb elbow that supported his chin, and inadvertently saw a golden light on the opposite table from the corner of his eyes.

Turning his head, the violet-toned pupils clearly reflected the golden box that was offered on the table carefully.

Pure golden appearance, simple and mysterious patterns.

The gold box shone even brighter in the sunlight.

He felt a little strange in his heart.

Most of the priests who discovered the golden box at the beginning were ecstatic to the point of madness, and their cautious attitude towards him and the box later made him understand how high the status of this box is in this country.

But why didn't the priests respectfully send this lost and recovered treasure into the temple to enshrine, but continued to let him take it with him?

Thinking of this, he lowered his head and sighed again.

Well, although I don't know what's going on, the fact that I can speak the ancient Egyptian language all of a sudden and even quite fluently should be due to this golden box.

Although in the eyes of others, it is probably the credit of his non-existent mother, right?

Although I'm not very clear, it's great that there is no language barrier... How can I say that I have learned a foreign language, although it will definitely be useless when I go back...

"Your Highness?"

A bunch of messy thoughts were awakened by the girl's crisp cry, and he finally came back to his senses, and found that a table of food had been placed in front of him at some time.

Why?Is it noon so soon?

Speaking of which...it seems like I didn't even have breakfast because I woke up too late and hated myself all the time.

He rubbed his belly and reached out to touch the chopsticks.

...No, there were no chopsticks in ancient Egypt...

After washing his hands under the service of the maid, he awkwardly stretched out his hand towards the food.

After hesitating for a long time, he was still not used to grabbing meat directly, so he took a piece of bread.

I bite

He bit the innocent bread viciously as if venting something.

A row of young and beautiful girls dressed in revealing Egyptian costumes stood cautiously on both sides, and another stood beside him carefully pouring wine for himself with a smile.

I think that when he ate for the first time last night, he was so scared that he didn't know where to put his hands and feet for a moment. He left like fleeing for his life.

It's only the second time now, and I seem to be used to it.

Man, corrupts so fast.

He sighed while biting the ancient Egyptian bread, and waved his hand to make the maid who poured the wine back away.

The taste is definitely not as good as the fluffy and buttery bread of his era, but some are very good to eat now.

Anyway, he is not a picky eater, not to mention that he is really hungry.

Although the current situation is bad, but no matter how you say it, you have to fill your stomach and nourish your energy before you can deal with the next bunch of headaches.

The other he doesn't know when he will come to trouble him...

"Your Highness, the king is here, please go out and greet him!"

Cao Cao, you came so fast.

Putting down the half-eaten bread, he stood up with some reluctance to greet his "brother Wang".

He had just left from the dining table, and the young king with crimson pupils waved his hand imposingly, lifted the gauze half-covered by the door, and walked in.

But fortunately, this time, the other bunch of followers behind him did not follow, and they should have only brought a few confidantes and the like.

His eyes met those cold crimson pupils for a second, then moved away.

The moment it passed by the opposite side, it paused.

Behind the young Pharaoh, the woman with the beautiful eyes like an oasis in the desert smiled at him with a familiar face.

Seeing his eyes resting on her, the woman in priestly attire bowed down with impeccable elegance.

He nodded and looked away.

...is the ancestor of Isis...

While thinking about it, he looked at the other him again, only to be surprised to find that the expression of the other him suddenly became extremely terrifying.

The expression on his face seemed to be the same as when he first came in, but everyone could clearly feel that he was angry.

Even the air around him seemed to be vibrating with the breath of Wang Zai's anger.

The sharp look conveyed by the ruby-like eyes seems to be able to tear apart any living thing that dares to stand in front of it.

He looked at him, a little bewildered.

Why is there such a big fire all of a sudden?

He opened his mouth to ask, but saw the young Pharaoh suddenly stepped forward, came to his table and waved his hand abruptly.

Under everyone's surprised and terrified eyes, the entire table was thrown up by the young king.

The tableware and crockery were shattered miserably, and the food that had not been used up rolled on the ground in a mess.

He didn't react for a while, staring at the leftovers on the ground in a daze, and looked up at the other him subconsciously.

It happened that the other party's gaze also moved over, and the coldness in his eyes made his hands and feet feel cold for a moment.

...why...do you hate me to this extent...

"Isis."

"Yes."

"Who is the lady officer here?"

The priestess with a gentle face looked around, her oasis-like eyes swept over the surrounding servants, and fixed on a maid standing a little ahead.

She bowed her head slightly and replied respectfully.

"It's Aymo."

Following the guidance of the priestess, the young pharaoh's eyes fell on the woman who was trembling on the ground.

Then, turn around and leave.

Just leave two words blankly.

"Death."

"O King!!... Great Pharaoh! Please forgive me..."

The female officer who was dragged away by the guards turned pale with fright, struggled desperately, and begged the young king's back.

But it never stopped the king's footsteps in the slightest.

Priest Isis glanced at her, with a half-smile on her beautiful face, and turned to follow the king's pace.

Although it was very inexplicable why the king suddenly wanted to execute the female officer, but just when everyone thought that the matter was over and they were about to disperse, the young man who suddenly stretched out his hand in front of the pharaoh gathered everyone's surprised eyes.

"Please spare my lady officer."

He said, with his head down, his hands slowly lowered to his sides, slowly curled into fists.

Those who disobey the pharaoh are unforgivable, this is the iron rule of ancient Egypt.

Everyone present looked at him with the eyes of a dead man.

As a powerless, even brand-new younger brother, he defied the supreme Pharaoh for an unimportant woman.

There must be something wrong with His Royal Highness's mind.

"you……"

A deep voice came from the opposite side.

"Ordering the Pharaoh?"

He didn't know what the other person's expression was at the moment, he was too scared to look up.

If it was another him...he believed that as long as he said a word, he could control...

But the person in front of me is the pharaoh of ancient Egypt!

This is ancient Egypt, not Japan, a society ruled by law. A word from the king determines the lives and deaths of countless people.

His so-called "King Brother" status will not have much protection.

Obedience to Pharaoh is the wisest choice.

just—

"Do not."

He lowered his head and shook his head, took a deep breath, and looked up at those sharp crimson pupils.

"I'm asking you, as your relative."

He said, looking at each other cautiously, showing an increasingly timid expression.

His voice was very soft, and there was a gleam of water in his violet eyes.

"Brother Wang..."

There was a long silence, and there was no sound around, and the silence was terrible.

Everyone was watching the two with bated breath.

But they seem to ignore the existence of other people.

He looked at him, motionless.

He never took his gaze away.

After what seemed like a long day and night, the young Pharaoh looked away.

Walk forward, past him.

"Release female officials to female slaves and send them to build pyramids."

He said, expressionless, ignoring the incredulous eyes of the people around him.

The moment he passed by him, Wang's voice lowered slightly in his ear, but everyone could still hear him.

"Just once."

Astonishment returned to astonishment, Wang left, and they must keep up with Wang's pace.

However, everyone couldn't help but look back at their thin Wangdi before leaving.

very pitiful.

The clenched hands were still shaking.

Probably frightened by the king.

Everyone thought so and left.

No one saw the expression hidden in the shadows of the young man with his back to them.

The corner of the mouth outside the shadow seems to be slightly raised.

Bet won.

he thinks.