my days in ancient egypt

Colorful petals were sprinkled in the cool pool water, and the maids in white dresses stood in a row, nodding to one side.

The side of the pool was filled with clay pots and pots, and bursts of fragrance overflowed from them.

Mu Xiaomu wrinkled his nose and plunged into the water, only showing a pair of eyes, looking around.

Layers of luxurious white gauze are hung around the bathing pool, and bathing scenes are painted on the walls.

The maid came over with a wooden box, not sure what to call Mu Xiaomu, so she simply walked to the side and carefully dug out the paste-like white thing from the box, reaching out to touch Mu Xiaomu's head.

Mu Xiaomu dodged it, and refused with a dry smile, "I'll just wash it myself, I'll just wash it myself."

The maid looked at him suspiciously, thinking that he didn't like the smell, so she picked up another small jar carved from ivory.

There is no strong disgusting smell, the pale pink paste in the ivory jar has a faint fragrance, not strong, Mu Xiaomu sniffed and smelled the fragrance of lotus.

Seeing that he liked it, the maid let out a sigh of relief, dug out a small piece and gently applied it to Mu Xiaomu's soft black hair.

Mu Xiaomu leaned against the edge of the pool, enjoying it comfortably.

The maid's craftsmanship is very good, Mu Xiaomu is immersed in infinite tenderness, as if she has returned to the comfortable little days of modern times.

Not long after, this comfortable service ended. The maid washed Mu Xiaomu's hair, took out a clean white cotton cloth and put it on him.

Mu Xiaomu followed the maid and walked behind a screen.

There was a soft couch with cushions behind the screen, and the maid signaled Mu Xiaomu to lie down on it.Then a plate of clay pots, large and small, was brought from a side table, each of which exuded the smell of essence, a bit like what Finny rubbed on his head.

Mu Xiaomu quickly waved his hands, he didn't want to attract a bunch of bees.

The maids were very distressed by his non-cooperation, but since it was the king's order, they could not disobey.

So, several people looked at each other, nodded affirmatively, and stretched out their hands to grab Mu Xiaomu.

Before Mu Xiaomu could run away, several people teamed up and pushed him down on the soft couch.

The leading maid was holding a large pottery pot, with an extremely serious expression on her face, and walked step by step towards the terrified Mu Xiaomu.

The cotton cloth covering his body was torn away, Mu Xiaomu was speechless for a while, and could only shout in his heart: Dad, I was seen by a group of women!

Just like that, the well-dressed Mu Xiaomu was sent to Ramses' bedroom.

Ramses' bedroom is located on the right side of the resplendent main hall, next to the meeting hall on the left side, which is also convenient for handling official affairs.

Ramses has a habit of not staying in the concubine's palace no matter how late it is every day. This habit made Mu Xiaomu, who used to be an attendant of the palace, suffer a great crime, not to mention the lack of sleep caused by getting up from sleep every night. , but also to look at Ramses' face full of vigor and vigor, every time at this time, Mu Xiaomu couldn't help sighing: The same man, the gap is so big, why is Mao?why? !

Now, Mu Xiaomu is lying on Ramses' big soft and comfortable bed, turning over and rolling.

"Like it?"

Ramses leaned on the ivory carved bedpost inlaid with pearls and gems, and looked at Mu Xiaomu with interest.

When Mu Xiaomu heard this, his body froze.

Could it be that the bed was too comfortable, otherwise why didn't he hear a sound when Ramses was such a big living person?

Mu Xiaomu cleared his throat, carefully retracted his outstretched hands and feet, sat obediently on the edge of the bed some distance away from Ramses, drooped his head, and remained silent.

Ramses looked at Mu Xiaomu, who was screaming like a lion a moment ago, suddenly nestled beside the bed, and instantly turned into a well-behaved kitten, with the corners of his mouth raised in amusing.

A few steps around the big bed to Mu Xiaomu's side, Ramses raised Mu Xiaomu's chin.

The slender body of the boy on the bed seemed to be broken if he pinched it. His shiny black hair had already covered his eyes, sticking to the back of his neck in small pieces. There was also a little water vapor after the bath, which made his fingers dizzy.

Stretching out his hand to brush away the broken hair on the young man's forehead, Ramses' deep eyes were in a trance for a moment.

"Has anyone ever told you that your eyes are as beautiful as obsidian?"

Mu Xiaomu turned his face away in embarrassment, should he be happy to be appreciated by a man of the same sex?

Ramses was not angry because of his small gesture, and played with Mu Xiaomu's wet hair with his fingers, and said with a smile: "I heard that you have seen the black cat who is the incarnation of Goddess Best?"

Ramses' lips were as thin as rose petals, and when he smiled, he gave off a feeling of misfortune.

Mu Xiaomu was sitting on the bed, Ramses' tall body was slightly lowered, stroking his hair with an ambiguous movement.

"The king believes this kind of thing?" Mu Xiaomu moved the queen slightly, and Ramses' ambiguous actions made him feel uncomfortable.

Ramses smiled, let go of his strands of hair, and sat next to him, his slender eyes were half-closed, and the thick eyelashes were like a palm fan. Heat rises from the bottom of my heart.

"Why don't you believe it, Mu, you've seen it, haven't you?"

It was the first time that Ramses called his name. This kind of glory made Mu Xiaomu startled, and then his face became a little hot, constantly preventing him from approaching. Mu Xiaomu suddenly looked seriously at Ramses' charming face. Face.

"I do not believe!"

The tone was affirmative, revealing a vague stubbornness.

The approaching body of Ramses paused, then looked up at him with a smile, stretched out his hand to brush the hair that floated in front of his eyes at the back of his head, and the delicate and statue-like face appeared in front of Mu Xiaomu's eyes.

Under the halo of candlelight, his hair still had a dark red color flow.

Deep eyes, straight nose bridge, thin lips with a strange pink color.

Undoubtedly, Ramses was handsome, unbelievably beautiful.

Mu Xiaomu's heartbeat accelerated suspiciously.

If you count it, this is the first time he has seriously observed Ramses' appearance, before he was afraid to look at him because of fear, but tonight, as an opportunity, Mu Xiaomu finally realized the demeanor of God's darling.

he is beautiful

he has the right

he loves his people

He has the favor of the gods

He was the ruler of the No.19 dynasty of Egypt

He pushed the mysterious country of Egypt to another peak

……

Suddenly, Ramses' strong chest pressed against Mu Xiaomu.

Mu Xiaomu screamed in fright, and wanted to push off the weight on his body, but Ramses pulled his hands on top of his head somewhat rudely.

Startled, and a little scared.

Mu Xiaomu could clearly feel that something hard belonging to Ramses was lowering him in his thigh, hot and huge.

Ramses' face was close to Mu Xiaomu's, carefully observing his eyes.

From his unguarded eyes, Ramses read the shock, fear, and disdain...

With a little force on his fingers, Mu Xiaomu immediately frowned in pain.

"Mu, what do you want?" Ramses slid close to Mu Xiaomu's fair face and slid all the way to the neck, his delicate Adam's apple trembled because of the silent crying.Ramses was taken aback and stopped moving.

What does he want?

The bright black eyes were gradually filled with water vapor, Mu Xiaomu sobbed silently, a tear slipped out of the eye socket, the warm feeling ran across the face, dripped onto the earlobe, leaving a layer of itchy feeling on the face.

After a while, Mu Xiaomu said softly, "I want to go home."

Akhet in Egypt, meaning "flood", is the season when the Nile River floods.

Farmers stopped farming, and the next year's harvest food was put on the table one after another, and some were sold in the market.

The noisy bazaar is an external feature of Egypt's commercial development. In this era, there was no currency in Egypt, but only the deben, the unit of measurement.

The Egyptians weigh the items they want to exchange for the same items of corresponding weight, so as to complete the circulation of commodities. Of course, the circulation ratios of silver, gold and copper are different. If you want to exchange, you have to calculate separately, but Those luxuries are only available to nobles, and they don't need to exchange items in the market, so in the common people's market, Deben is the most important unit of measurement.

In the noisy market, a fruit and vegetable stall was doing very well. The stall owner was a man in his late thirties. He was bare-chested, and the thick gold bracelet on his wrist was very conspicuous.

"Miss, this year's avocados are very sweet. Take them home and taste them. If you think they are good, you can exchange them with the box in your hand." Ama picked up two big avocados and stuffed them into the hands of a young lady in front of the booth. .

The young lady blushed from Ama's enthusiasm. She didn't want to put the two avocados back or take them away, but seeing more and more people watching, she stomped her feet and put the avocados she just bought in her hands. Throwing the ivory box to Ama, she ran out of the crowd blushing.

The crowd of onlookers burst into laughter, and some of them who knew Ama well made fun of him.

"I said, Ama, the lady is a girl from a good family. You messed around with dancing girls all day long, and you have defiled her for nothing!"

Ama smiled, ignored him, just put away the ivory box, and said to a boy next to him, "I'm putting some avocados on the table, and I'm going to sell them all today!"

The boy had smooth black hair, and his black pupils glanced nimbly, and shouted, "Ama, can you really sell so many pears today?"

The boy was Mu Xiaomu.

It has been half a month since he was released from the palace. At first he went to Mafier's house to inquire about Fata's situation. Feeney secretly handed him a letter and told him that Fata went to the front with the army to fight against the Hittites. of war.

Mu Xiaomu didn't know the hieroglyphs in ancient Egypt, so he asked Fini to read them.

In the letter, Fata told him to go to Ama in the market west of the city. He had already made an agreement with Ama to let him live there until Fata came back victorious.

After reading the letter, Mu Xiaomu fell silent.

Fini knew that he was worried about Fata, so he comforted him: "Fata has always believed that you can come back, Mu, you should also believe in Fata, he will come back victorious with God's blessing!"

It is the morning at this moment, and people are walking around, either busy or leisure.

Mu Xiaomu filled the shelves with avocados, and then hid in the shade under the shelves. The sun in Egypt was too poisonous, and it felt hot on his back.

Ama doesn't care about him, Fata is a friend he has looked up to since he was a child, and Fata asked to take care of his friend, and he must take good care of him no matter what.

"Here!" Ama threw a fresh apple at Mu Xiaomu.

Mu Xiaomu reached out to take it, the apple was just taken out of his pocket, and there was still a hint of coolness.

After wiping it casually, Mu Xiaomu ate the apple in big mouthfuls.

"Ama, how did you and Fata know each other?" Mu Xiaomu chewed a sweet apple, dishonestly pulled the hair on Ama's leg, and Ama grinned in pain.

After patting Mu Xiaomu on the head, Ama snorted, and with a wave of his hand, the avocado on the wooden board was split in half.

Ama patted very lightly, probably knowing that Mu Xiaomu's small body couldn't withstand the pat down hard, Mu Xiaomu smiled and dodged, but didn't dodge.

"Fatana kid, he has been very good since he was a child. Others can climb trees at the age of six. He was able to climb a palm tree to pick palm nuts at the age of five." Ama said, with a smile on his face. .

Mu Xiaomu gnawed on the apple and started to think again.

Ama's house is much smaller than Mafier's house. There are two mud-built houses, one of which was used to store sundries, but now Mu Xiaomu lives there.

The house was cleaned by a neighbor's aunt, and it was very clean. The only downside was that I couldn't see the green Nile River from the window.

Ama people are very honest, but they have a problem, that is, they are lustful.Every now and then a dancing girl would be brought into the house.Mu Xiaomu once asked Ama why she didn't get married.

Ama slapped him on the back of the head, causing Mu Xiaomu's head to hurt.

"What's so good about being married, life is so easy now, when you get married, your wife will take care of you, don't do this, don't do that, uncomfortable, I don't like it!"

Mu Xiaomu sat aside and chuckled.

As the sun went down in the evening, Ama closed the stall, and Mu Xiaomu followed him back to the small house where the Nile River could not be seen.

The room was even cruder than when it was at Mafier's house. There was only a worn-out blanket and a worn-out oil lamp in a corner of the room.

Mu Xiaomu was lying on the blanket with sore body, his back hurt from the hard blanket under his body, looking at the pitch-black roof above his head, Mu Xiaomu couldn't help but miss the days in the palace. Although he was careful everywhere, he could eat It's much more comfortable to sleep than this!

Thinking of this, Mu Xiaomu thought of the big soft bed in Ramses' bedroom.

Cursing her lips, she turned over, feeling pain in the bones under her ribs, Mu Xiaomu turned back irritably, and continued to look at the dark ceiling.

"Meow~"

The black cat jumped down from the window and landed on Mu Xiaomu's head impartially, staring at him closely with a pair of green eyes that were unusually obvious in the dark night.

Mu Xiaomu was used to the black cat coming and going without a trace, so he put his hands behind his head and looked at the black cat with self-mockery.

"Why, do you like me, young master?"

The author has something to say: adults, are you all reading the article~

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