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Tutankhamun's eighth birthday had just passed, and he was still in his teenage years, and his height had not yet begun to draw.At this moment, Tutankhamun standing in front of Fu Zhenhong only reached Fu Zhenhong's waist, and he had to raise his head to look up to reach Fu Zhenhong.

This height gap made Tutankhamun frowned.

He doesn't like this feeling.

Almost all the emotions of the teenager were shown on his face. Although Tutankhamun, who was still at an immature age, was more precocious than his peers, he was still far from showing his smile.

But in this way, it gave him more vigor and vitality that he should have at this age.

As if to regain some momentum, Tutankhamun lifted his chin and stared straight at Fu Zhenhong, with an uncomfortable youthful aura in his eyes.

Tutankhamun's eyebrows and eyes are very similar to Ekhnaton's, and the shape of the eyes is also beautiful, and they are a bit long. Although the eyelashes are thick and long, they are not curled.

And his nose bridge and lips are more like his mother Chia.

Tutankhamun, who has softened the looks of Ekhnaton and Chia, has more delicate facial features than Ekhnaton's sharp and profound features. Perhaps it is because he has not opened his eyes yet, so the facial features are more delicate. It doesn't sound aggressive.

"Nfertiti, are you going to punish me for the address?" Tutankhamun asked again.

As for why he was stubbornly obsessed with this point, Tutankhamun himself could not explain clearly.

"A crime?" Fu Zhenhong looked at Tutankhamun condescendingly, and said calmly, "You are not enough for me to waste time on you."

Hearing this, Tutankhamun couldn't help tightening the hands hanging by his side. Nefertiti's understatement made Tutankhamun feel more displeased than indifference or sullenness.

This is obviously the feeling of being ignored.

Tutankhamun looked at Nefertiti's blue eyes without any emotional ups and downs, and inexplicably felt a grievance of being underestimated.

However, he quickly dismissed this somewhat inexplicable emotion, and asked instead: "There is already a cure for the Abydos disease, will you go back to the Temple of Aton?"

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyebrows, a little surprised that Tutankhamun would suddenly ask this question.He didn't answer directly, but asked in a flat tone: "What position do you use to ask me this question?"

"I..." Tutankhamun paused for a moment before saying, "I just want to help my mother understand the situation."

Tutankhamun knew very well that during the years when Nefertiti was in the Temple of Aton, the relationship between his father and mother was almost like fire and water.Now, Nefertiti came out on the day of the Valley Feast and gave her father a surprise and absolutely strong support in front of the holy elephant. It was even more impossible for the father and mother to relax.

Although Tutankhamun knew very well intellectually that it was his mother and father who betrayed Nefertiti as queen, he couldn't view the whole thing fairly and justly.In his heart, he hoped that his mother and father could get along harmoniously. At first, he just imagined to experience the loving and warm life of his parents like ordinary people.

Even Tutankhamun knew that as a member of the royal family, such a life is undoubtedly a luxury.He has enjoyed the respect of everyone, and he has a noble status since he was born, so he should shoulder the responsibility to the fullest. He cannot be willful, and cannot rely entirely on his own temperament to make decisions.

After understanding this, Tutankhamun's expectations began to slowly decrease. Until now, he just hoped that his mother and father would no longer have killing intent for each other in their eyes, and not be hostile to each other like seeing enemies Looking at each other, as if they were going to kill each other in the next second.

Because the person who caused all this was Nefertiti, Tutankhamun wanted to ask whether Nefertiti, who had been in the Temple of Aton for eight years, would still live in the temple as before middle.

"The change of belief cannot be brought about in one day, and I will be with Ekhnaton." Fu Zhenhong said.

Tutankhamun pursed his lips. He knew that this meant that he would no longer live in the Temple of Aton.Nefertiti is the messenger of the gods and his father's queen, and they will be together.

Thinking of this, the inexplicable uncomfortable emotion surged in Tutankhamun's heart again.Tutankhamun didn't know whether this emotion was due to his mother or from himself.

"Do you like my father?" Tutankhamun asked sharply.

"I have no obligation to answer you." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she was about to turn around, obviously not planning to talk to Tutankhamun again.

Fu Zhenhong's ignoring attitude made Tutankhamun feel a little annoyed. After realizing that Fu Zhenhong didn't intend to pay attention to him anymore, he didn't think much about it. Out of an instinct, he stretched out his hands and grabbed it. Fu Zhenhong's wrist.

"I'm really curious. Back then, you were clearly the lover of my father's elder brother Secythurs, but why did you become the queen of Egypt in the end? My lord, in fact, you desire power." Tutankhamun said to himself Even guessing, the four words "Master God Envoy" were also extremely ironic.

Many things about Saixi Tours back then were deliberately blocked by his father, and Tutankhamun could only subjectively piece together the remaining scattered information.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, but just looked at Tutankhamun thoughtfully.

Seeing Nefertiti looking at him, Tutankhamun thought he was right, so he squeezed Fu Zhenhong's wrist, and continued: "You just said that at the Valley Feast Festival , Father will definitely assign more rights to you, your face is calm, but your heart is actually secretly happy."

Fu Zhenhong listened to Tutankhamun's remarks, and finally smiled slightly, "Your Highness, do you know what you look like now?"

Tutankhamun was stunned for a moment by Fu Zhenhong's slightly raised lips, and when he heard Fu Zhenhong's question, he subconsciously replied, "What do you look like?"

Fu Zhenhong said: "Like a little beast that couldn't find the right way to vent its anger."

"I'm not a small beast!" Tutankhamun retorted.

Fu Zhenhong didn't bother with this matter, he just moved his arm lightly, indicating that Tutankhamun, who was still holding his wrist, could let go.

Only then did Tutankhamun react in an instant. He was startled, and immediately withdrew his hand. Although there was no embarrassment on his face, there was a faint blush at the base of his ears.

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, and just stared at Tutankhamun for a few seconds. Tutankhamun subconsciously wanted to avoid Fu Zhenhong's sight, but then, as if he suddenly thought of something, he held back and put aside The impulse in his eyes met Fu Zhenhong's gaze just like that.

One second, two seconds...

Fu Zhenhong didn't look away until she saw that the thin red at the root of Tutankhamun's ear had spread to the whole ear.

Tutankhamun breathed a sigh of relief immediately, but his highly tense mood had not yet begun to ease. In the next second, a unique fragrance flooded into the tip of his nose.

It's the fragrance of Nefertiti's body. It's a combination of blue lotus and seven-figure flower. It's not strong, but it smells very good.

Tutankhamun's body stiffened suddenly, because Nefertiti, who was originally standing, suddenly bent down.

This made the distance between him and Nefertiti even closer, and Tutankhamun's cheeks felt a faint itch, and it was Nefertiti's hanging golden hair that swept him. The senses brought by the skin.

Looking at Nefertiti who is almost close at hand, even though the other party's face is covered by a golden mask, whether it is the exposed eyes, the itching on the cheeks, or the unique fragrance between the nose, it makes people feel Tutankhamun was a little at a loss.

His lips were tightly closed, and under Nefertiti's breath, he didn't know what to say for a while, so he could only stand there like this, watching Nefertiti get closer and closer, and then He raised his hand and came towards him.

Tutankhamun should have stepped back, but at this moment, his feet seemed to be stuck firmly by something, preventing him from moving.

Tutankhamun didn't know what Nefertiti was planning to do to him when he stretched out his hand. When the other's fingertips were about to touch him, he subconsciously closed his eyes.

Looking at Tutankhamun's trembling eyelids and slightly blinking eyelashes, Fu Zhenhong had a little smile in his eyes, and he stroked the light blue wheat ear shape on Tutankhamun's hair with his hand pendant.

Then he moved towards Tutankhamun's forehead in the direction of the accessories, and his slightly cool fingertips finally landed on the golden mask above Tutankhamun's eyebrows.

Fu Zhenhong's fingertips gently stroked the small delicate mask pendant. The style of the gold mask pendant was exactly the same as the mask on his face.

Rubbing Fu Zhenhong's fingers, she touched the skin on Tutankhamun's forehead. This indistinct contact made Tutankhamun's body stiff.

He didn't know why he felt this way.The self who could calm down in front of anyone else would panic because of Nefertiti's touch.

Is it because Nefertiti's sense of oppression is too strong?

wrong.

The aura on Nefertiti's body was not even as strong as that of his father Ekhnaton, which made people breathless.

But Nefertiti has a unique coldness and alienation. It is a sense of distance that people cannot really get close to. The whole body seems to be covered with an invisible wall, separating Nefertiti from everyone else. Divided into two worlds.

Tutankhamun felt his head start to swell, surrounded by Nefertiti's breath, and his thoughts began to become abnormal.

Don't want to be so passive.

Tutankhamun was thinking about it when he heard Nefertiti say to him, "Do you like it? This golden mask."

Tutankhamun opened his eyes, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't know how to give an appropriate answer.

He said he didn't like it, but he wore it for eight years.

Saying I like it seems a bit incorrect.

"Dai is used to it." In the end, that was all Tutankhamun said.

"Really..." Fu Zhenhong withdrew her hand, and then just took off the mask on her face.

Tutankhamun obviously didn't expect Nefertiti to do this suddenly. He wanted to say something, but after seeing Nefertiti's face under the golden mask, Tutankhamun's words were all blocked in his throat.

Although Tutankhamun had seen Nefertiti's true face on the scroll, there was still a big gap between the portrait and the real person.

The face of Nefertiti in front of him was far more beautiful than the person in the painting.