Pharaoh

It was getting late, and the sun's rays had gradually left the land of Egypt.

The cool night wind blows away the hot air, bringing some coolness to the people of Egypt.

On the collapsed ruins in the center of the royal palace, under the supervision of Egyptian soldiers, the slaves were trying to clear and remove the huge pieces of rubble.

When the young Egyptian priest came to inspect, the soldiers knelt down one after another.

Seth looked around, most of the buildings collapsed and damaged badly, even though the slaves worked hard all day, the scene was still a mess.

It seems that the restoration of the palace cannot be completed in a short time.

Thinking so, the young priest turned around and walked towards the western side hall. Sisi led dozens of guards closely behind him.

He has already changed into a new priest costume, and the burns on his hands and shoulders have been treated briefly and bandaged up.

Having worked a whole day of high-intensity work with injuries, Seth's face couldn't help revealing a trace of tiredness at this moment.

After asking the guards in the side hall, Seth learned that the Pharaoh was still in the dormitory and had not come out, and immediately showed an unhappy expression on his face.

Although he did say that the rest of the affairs would be handled by him, but as a pharaoh, he stayed in the room at this time and did not show his face to see the ministers, and he was indifferent to the Egyptian government affairs. It would be too chilling.

He thought dissatisfiedly, and walked to the Pharaoh's resting room under the leadership of the guards guarding the entrance of the side hall.

As soon as he stepped into the open-air corridor, Seth saw dozens of high-ranking priests and ministers standing in another long corridor opposite and discussing something in a low voice.

Later, he saw a minister coming out from a room not far away under the guidance of a maid.

It seems that the pharaoh did not ignore the Egyptian government affairs that have piled up for a while.

But why in the room and not in the spacious hall?

Seth thought a little puzzled.

At this time, he had already arrived at the Pharaoh's temporary residence, and a maid took over the job of the guards. After signaling the others to stay outside, she led Seth inside.

The maid walked very lightly, and as she walked, she whispered to Seth to make his movements as light as possible.

Seth, who felt more and more strange, came to the inner room, looked up, and suddenly an unknown anger burst out.

The young Pharaoh sat sideways on the edge of the wide bed.

An exquisite low table carved out of black wood was placed on the right side in front of him. Judging from the layout of the entire room, it looked extremely abrupt and uncoordinated, and it was obviously placed there suddenly.

Stacks of papyrus scrolls were stacked on top of it, apparently carefully sorted out by the maid, divided into several piles and placed neatly.

On the wide and soft bed, the young Wangdi lay on his side, curled up slightly, because the young Pharaoh sat on the edge of the bed and blocked Seth's sight, so Seth could not see the face of the Wangdi lying on the bed, he just It is judged from Wang Di's quiet appearance and steady ups and downs of his chest that Wang Di is probably in a deep sleep.

Let the priests and ministers come to the room to handle government affairs...

Ask people who enter the room to move lightly and not make too much noise...

Veins suddenly appeared on Priest Seth's forehead.

damn it--

Pharaoh, you dote on your brother, and all Egypt knows this now.

All right!You are free to do whatever you want, and no one dares to oppose you!

But can you pay attention to the next occasion!

What time is it now?All the messy things in Egypt are piled up together, when the royal capital and the royal city are in a mess outside, are you still in the mood to sleep with your brother here?

Things are prioritized!Pharaoh!

God knows how much Seth wanted to snarl at the young pharaoh who was sitting there peacefully looking at a scroll in his hand.

However, at this time, the boy king who noticed Seth's arrival suddenly raised his head.

Those crimson cold pupils looking over made Seth subconsciously swallow the exhortation he was about to say.

It was a reflexive action of his body, a quicker and more direct response than the action he took after thinking about it.

The appearance of the young pharaoh is handsome, but not scary.

The expression on his face is very calm at this moment, which shouldn't make people feel intimidated.

But he just sat there, no one would dare to act presumptuously in front of him.

Atum stared at Seth standing in front of him, and casually placed the rolled paper in his hand on the table.

He didn't speak.

As his trusted confidant priest, if he doesn't even know what to report at this moment, and if he asks in person, it can only mean that this kind of waste is useless.

Seth naturally understood the above points.

He took a step forward, thought for a while, and then spoke out the general situation in an orderly manner according to the severity of the matter.

Atum never interrupted him, so Seth kept talking.

Looking at the pharaoh who was listening to his words calmly, but occasionally turning over the papers on the table, Seth felt a little strange in his heart.

Since Pharaoh was willing to stay in the room for Wang Di, Wang Di should have suffered more damage than he had imagined.

But looking at Wang's appearance, he didn't seem to care about the situation of his brother Wang who was sleeping behind him.

Ever since I came in, I haven't even seen Wang even glance at Brother Wang from the corner of his eye.

This attitude is too indifferent.

Only halfway through Seth's report, a guard rushed over, bowed his head and knelt at the Pharaoh's feet, held up a rolled-up papyrus with both hands, and presented it to the Pharaoh .

The young king glanced at the guard, and after confirming that this person was indeed his personal guard, he stretched out his right hand to pick up the roll that the guard had placed in front of him with both hands.

Seth shut his mouth and stood quietly waiting.

However, he saw another thing that puzzled him.

If you want to open the rolled papyrus, most people will use both hands to open it, press the two sides and read it, and the pharaoh is no exception.

However, Seth was surprised to see that the Pharaoh was only holding one side of the paper with his right hand, and then shook it.

The Young King shook the rolled papyrus downwards with an unskilled and even awkward posture, and then he began to read.

From the beginning to the end, he never moved his left hand propped on the bed.

Is your left hand injured?

Seth thought.

But didn't you see that Wang was injured?

Doubtful, Seth subconsciously followed the left arm of the Pharaoh behind him.

The young brother Wang, who has been carefully treated by the doctor, has already put on clean white clothes, and his bare porcelain-colored limbs are covered with slender snow-white bandages.

At first glance, it looked like he was seriously injured.

But Seth understood that these were minor injuries.

The impact of the monster Gondola on Wangdi's soul was the most serious, and he couldn't recover within ten days and half a month.

Brother Wang's thin body was tucked into a ball, and his whole body fell into the center of the soft white bed.

Although that tender and lovely face has been carefully cleaned, there are still several small scars left on it. He closed his eyes and fell into a deep sleep. His face seemed to be calm at the moment, but those eyes were It was very red and swollen, and there were still traces of tears in the corners of the eyes.

Occasionally, I could still see the sleeping brother Wang's nose twitching slightly.

Obviously, this weak and useless younger brother fell asleep after crying.

Although his body was hunched up, his hands stretched out.

Seth saw the two hands of the young brother firmly grasping the left hand of the Pharaoh on the bed.

Even in a deep sleep, there was no sign of relaxation.

Even the fingertip of a fair finger had dug into the light brown skin of the left wrist, and it could be vaguely seen that it would leave a deep mark.

Seth's eyes subconsciously looked at Pharaoh again.

The young Pharaoh's eyes quickly moved on the paper, and then he put the paper on the table and quickly wrote a few words, and handed it to the guard who had been kneeling in front of him.

He seemed oblivious to the faint tingling pain in his left wrist that he should have easily noticed.

Because his left hand propped on the bed never moved.

"What are you staring at, Seth?"

The boy king's reprimand brought the young priest back to his senses.

Glancing at Pharaoh's left hand propped on the bed again, Seth's eyes were a bit complicated.

When he raised his head, those complicated emotions were already deeply hidden under the pair of sky-colored pupils. Priest Seth continued what he had just interrupted, with a steady and calm tone, without any personal emotions .

After receiving a few simple orders from the Pharaoh, Seth bowed and retreated.

As for the suggestion that he was ready from the beginning to make the pharaoh leave the room and go to the main hall to handle government affairs after the report, this time, let's just...

Well, he didn't see anything anyway.

The young pharaoh looked at the hourglass placed on the windowsill, and pondered for a while.

He waved his hand, and several maids who had been standing quietly in the corner of the room knowingly exited the room and blew out several lamps.

No one was allowed to stay in the room when the pharaoh was resting.

Of course, there is one exception.

Dozens of lights went out at the same time, and the bright room suddenly dimmed, and the only remaining light flickered in the darkness of the room.

Perhaps because of the sudden change of light, the sleeping Wangdi opened his eyes wearily.

The pair of violet pupils moved, and his eyes moved along his arm to his hand, and then fell on the light brown hand that he was holding tightly.

A seemingly satisfied smile appeared on that immature face that was still in a trance.

"Brother Wang~~"

The young prince with a cute smile stretched out his hands to the young Pharaoh who was bending over him.

Atum naturally put his arms around his brother's body.

"……Well……"

"Brother Wang?"

"Go to sleep."

The young brother who was still sleepy gave a soft hum, and fell into a deep sleep again in the arms of the young king.

Ignore the strange muffled groan.

The right hand of the young pharaoh is tightly around his brother.

He frowned, and his crimson pupils stared at his left hand rather unhappily.

That hand was in a stiff and unmovable posture.