Return of the Mummy

Looking at Tutankatun lying on the bed with a flushed face and his small chest rising and falling, he knew how difficult it was for him to breathe without looking.

Something happened to Pharaoh's son. Of course, none of the people present could leave casually, and Horunhib had no intention of leaving—not to mention that Tutankha grabbed his belt and belt when he fell unconscious. down clothes.

Well, although it looks like he is dying, his hands are actually terrifyingly strong. At least Holunhib didn’t dare to break his hands head-on, but it’s impossible for him to take off his belt and clothes and go out naked, right? ?

Forget it, Holunhib suddenly remembered the oolong's mouth breathing a few years ago, at worst, he would accompany him again... Anyway, he is the future pharaoh, so he won't return to the embrace of God Anubis so easily, right? ?

Therefore, Horunhib still thinks about the glorious days of Tutanktun in the future, and it is expected that he will not be cocky, so he can settle down to accompany him.

But looking at the trembling look of the invited medical officer, Hollenhib couldn't help feeling a little anxious—could this not be an ordinary fever?

"What's wrong with him, Your Highness?" As soon as Holunhib's smile disappeared, the almost real gentleness that was pretended disappeared without a trace.

Although his small body can't reveal the legendary killing aura and domineering aura, it's not like he didn't do things in his previous life where white knives go in and red knives come out.As the tone changed, the surrounding temperature also became a little breathless.

Although it seems to outsiders that Tutankatun is almost hovering at the gate of the temple of Anubis, but in fact Tutankatun is not as serious as it seems.

Tutankhatun only felt groggy, but it wasn't enough to be completely unconscious of the outside world.In a daze, he heard a man's voice talking about "swollen legs", "high fever", "bruising arms", "difficulty breathing" and the like.

How does it sound, how does it sound like the symptoms of those who have been infected with the plague in the recent period that I have heard before?Could it be that someone infected with the plague sneaked into the palace?No, who is sick?Cough, cough, cough, chest pain and tightness...

Holunhib saw that Pharaoh Ekhnaton's face had become unsightly since the medical officer said the first few words, and after the medical officer finished speaking tremblingly, his face seemed to be smeared with ashes from the bottom of a pot A thick layer of the same black.

Seeing Pharaoh Akhnaton's eyes sweeping over, Holunhib quickly lowered his head like a docile lamb, not daring to move his body.

Ahhh, based on his sixth sense that he accidentally violated rules and disciplines when he was a special soldier but was never caught—this pharaoh's mood is already considered a storm!

Tutankatun didn't know what his situation looked like in the eyes of others. After a while of discomfort, he gradually got used to it, and his brain, which was a little confused by the high temperature, began to work normally.So, he finally came to the conclusion that he seemed to be sick, and it was not an ordinary serious illness.

It's so strange that in my last life, I obviously didn't fall down during this "extraordinary period".Many of Tutankhatun's current brain cells died suddenly due to the high temperature, and the remaining high-speed brain nerves could no longer support him to think too deeply.

Although he is still a little uncomfortable, he can feel that his hand seems to be holding something... Well, no matter what it is, since he has not let go under this situation, it must be very important ?

Then, don't let go.

Holunhib respectfully sent off Pharaoh Akhnaton, watching his back disappear outside the door, Herunxib slowly exhaled: "Aishet, please go to the general's mansion and say something."

"Yes." He also heard the pharaoh's words just now, and looked at the quiet young man and Tutankhatun with complicated eyes, the hand holding his clothes.He seemed to understand why at this time, Pharaoh would use the excuse that His Highness "cannot do without" to let him stay.

Perhaps this is what His Highness once said - to tie himself and Young Master Helunxib to a rope, to live and die together?

Seeing Ai Xiete retreat, Hollenxib waved away the other maids and told them to prepare water for the rush.When the entire hall was empty and only himself and Tutankatun were left, he stretched out his hand and tapped Tutankatun's wrist, and the hand that had been tightly clenched suddenly loosened.

Looking at his crumpled clothes dumbfounded, Horunhib sighed, and his eyes fell on Tutankaton, who was originally cute because of his redness and purple, but now he has become a little hideous. There was a "tsk" without hesitation on his face.

Oh, oh, I really didn't know that Tutanktun was infected with the plague... Because Toho Iris and Hapoquites were worried, so although Holunhib knew the symptoms of the plague, he never Never had close contact with the plague.

However, seeing these symptoms on Tutankatun, he couldn't help but gasped when he first saw it.Of course, let alone Ekhnaton, after learning that Tutankhaun contracted the plague through that channel, his eyes made him want to burn Tutankhaun to ashes or bury him somewhere— —Although this is just an exaggeration, who knows if Akhnaton has redefined Tutankaton in his heart?

However, since he still allowed Tutankatun to stay in his bedroom instead of letting him move to places like Lower Egypt, he still managed to maintain a little "love" as a father.

But Ekhnaton is definitely not a person who is willing to suffer. Hollenshib dares to bet that if he didn't know in advance, he would never even come to Tutankaton's bedroom—oh, look at him in a hurry You will know the steps you take.

It has to be said that although such a father on the stand looks very beautiful on the surface, it is actually quite sad.However, I am not qualified to say anything else, just the words I said to Ekhnaton before leaving, Hollenhib already knew that he was bound together by that pharaoh and this sick little highness.

If Tutankhamun lived, he would live, and if Tutankhamun died, he would not live.And for me, a child who is only about 11 years old, there are many ways to let myself die-for example, playing with His Royal Highness Tutankatun and unknowingly contracting the plague is not a good way ?

Who told himself that he was the only son of the great general Hapoquites who was in the limelight now?

The maids brought the water and quickly retreated to make medicine—although they were higher status than slaves, how could they compare to Pharaoh's sons?Even if they knew that the plague was contagious, if the little majesty couldn't survive this time, even if they didn't contract the disease, they would not escape the fate of being executed.

Seeing a certain child who seemed to be dazedly scratching because he didn't have something in his hand, Horunhib sighed and brushed away the sweat-soaked hair on his forehead.Hollenshib wrung out the veil and wiped the sweat off the opponent's forehead, quickly wondering if he had similar symptoms in his memory.

After the veil had been changed several times and the cold water became a little warmer, Hollenhib finally remembered that this disease was very similar to a certain plague in European history.For transmission or something, it seems that there are only two transmission routes: blood and phlegm.

While thinking this way, Horunhib confirmed it several times before he finally felt relieved—even though the old Akhnaton tied himself to Tutankton, he was still a little unwilling to die in such a muddle. ah.

When I came back to my senses, I saw that someone who hadn't scratched in his hands couldn't bear the itchy feeling on his body, and started scratching and picking.

Horunhib was startled when he saw this, he threw the handkerchief into the basin, and felt that he ran to Tutankatun and grabbed him with both hands—hiss, even his wrists were so hot, it was really a high fever all over his body ah.

Grabbing Tutankatun's hand, Horunhib hurriedly checked Tutankatun's body—ahem, they were all men, and the other party was a child, so what's wrong with him—see if there was any Nowhere was scratched.

Fortunately, Horunhib moved so fast that Tutankhatun only had time to grab it, and because of martial arts training, Tutankhatun's nails were very short and neat, so there was only a little red mark just now, and there was nothing wrong with it. Broken skin.

Fortunately, there was no bleeding, and Hollenhib breathed a sigh of relief, thinking of the seemingly curable method that he remembered just now (in fact, he is not sure, but generally speaking, the treatment of epidemic diseases requires this step. To put it bluntly, In such a period of time that there is no way to find a solution, I can only treat a dead horse as a living horse doctor), just about to call someone in, but suddenly my hand was pulled forward...

Horunhib realized that the child Tutankatun was already on top of him.Because of Holunhib's restraint just now, Tutankhatun, who failed to relieve the itching on his body and the pain in his body, managed to open his eyes and took a hard look. There seemed to be no one in the huge room except the two of them.

His mood was a bit complicated, it seemed that every time he was in danger—although Tutankatun's consciousness was a little fuzzy, but he vaguely knew that he seemed to be infected with the plague—he was always by his side.

As a result, a future pharaoh who had always been extremely possessive was upset when he saw Holunhib seeming to get up and leave.The obviously weak body just burst out its potential, and pulled Holunhib, who was defenseless for a while, over and crushed him.

Although his head was still in a daze and his body was terribly itchy, but seeing that Horunhib didn't seem to "leave", the villain in Tutankhatun's heart evoked a satisfied smile: "No I allow you, but you are not allowed to go anywhere."

The author has something to say: Shasha really wanted to update it yesterday, but let’s not talk about today’s exam, I’m speechless because of the JJ draw. This chapter has been uploaded for nearly three hours, non-stop from [-]:[-] p.m. to [-]:[-] p.m. Upload upload upload upload, but JJ’s little chrysanthemum will just keep spinning... Finally, the sand is speechless (Wo will tell you that Wo was sweating a little later), and later it was changed to save the manuscript before [-]:[-] When it's time to put it in...

So we saw that it was a draft box... and now Shazi is struggling to do linear algebra exam questions...

I'm sorry, I'm sorry, Shazi has the last exam tomorrow, microeconomics, um, the exam in the morning, so... Shazi will go hug Buddha's feet after uploading...

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