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Tutankhamun subconsciously lowered the sound of his footsteps. The boy's weight itself was not heavy. After his footsteps slowed down, he hardly made any sound of walking.

Perhaps because the behavior at this time was not considered proper, Tutankhamun's mood became more and more tense, but in this more tense atmosphere, Tutankhamun's heart had a secret feeling that should not be there. excitement.

It was a kind of excitement as if spying on some kind of secret, as if doing something bad.

The closer Tutankhamun got to the door of the room, the faster his heart beat, and the blush at the base of his ears began to spread throughout his ears.

In this way, Tutankhamun didn't stop until he reached the center room of the holy ship.Looking at the closed door, Tutankhamun did not knock on the door, but stood quietly at the door.

Due to the close distance, Nefertiti's voice from the room has also changed from being inaudible at the beginning to being barely audible now.

Tutankhamun couldn't describe what kind of voice it was, it was low and slow, with forbearance and restraint, he just felt itchy when he heard it, as if there was a tiny feather from his throat It fell lightly and slowly on his heart.

It made his throat feel tight, and his heart trembled slightly.

His cheeks began to heat up slowly, and Tutankhamun raised his hand subconsciously to touch his own cheeks, and after touching them, he suddenly retracted because of the heat on his cheeks.

At this time, he heard his father's voice again, it was deep and gentle that he had never heard before, and it was also hoarse and magnetic full of affection, "Nefertiti, my love."

Tutankhamun listened to this voice, and Nefertiti's appearance unconsciously appeared in his mind. He was a little curious about what kind of response Nefertiti would give, and he was also a little curious. At this moment, this is being loved by his father Nefertiti, is his face still as cold and indifferent as when he was talking to him today?

It must be different...

Tutankhamun thought to himself.

He tried to piece together Nefertiti's appearance after being emotional in his mind, but found that he knew too little about Nefertiti and had too little contact with him, so he couldn't imagine such a picture at all.

The moonlight at night shone on Tutankhamun's face, adding a hazy halo to his delicate facial features. He pursed his lips tightly and remained silent for several seconds, then moved his steps again.

Tutankhamun walked to the window not far from the door of this room. He stood in front of the window with his back straight and his neck just reaching the lower edge of the window.

And this window just happened to be obliquely facing the bed in the room.

However, it is not completely unobstructed.

Within this diagonal line, there is a hollow wooden railing carved with lotus flowers between the window and the bed, similar to a screen.

Because of this angle, Tutankhamun can see the movement in the room as long as he raises his chin slightly.

Tutankhamun was very nervous, and knew clearly that it was wrong to do so, but out of an extremely complicated and delicate mind, he did not retreat at this juncture, but raised his eyelids and looked in through the half-closed window. go.

Two candles were burning in the room, and the aromatic wax made of lotus flowers slowly melted in the air. The elegant fragrance wafting out and the charming atmosphere in the room blended into a very unique and ambiguous environment.

Under the half-blocking of the wooden railing, he moved his eyes to Tutankhamun in the room, and saw his father Ekhnaton's strong waist constantly moving.

The bright moonlight and the candlelight in the room fused together and shone on his father's body, dyeing that body as brave and vigorous as a cheetah with a luster like beeswax.

Tutankhamun had never seen his father like this before, his eyes were focused and full of affectionate love, and he stared straight at the person under him, as if this person was his whole world.

There was a softened warmth in his father's eyes, but his movements were completely different from his eyes' bravery.Sweat dripped from his father's forehead, then rolled down from his father's straight nose, and finally fell on Nefertiti's face below.

Tutankhamun's sight also moved with the sweat. After seeing Nefertiti, his whole body seemed to be hit hard by something, his head was swollen and his heart seemed to be hit by a tiny needle. To tie a bit.

A hot feeling surged out at this moment, from Tutankhamun's neck all the way up to his cheeks.

For a moment, the scalding heat made Tutankhamun think he was being roasted over a blazing fire.Looking at Nefertiti's flawless side face, Tutankhamun's eyes stopped at the end of his slightly red eyes.

At the end of the flushed eyes, because of Ekhnaton above, a drop of physiological tears was soaked. Under the dim light in the room, the translucent tears revealed a kind of tenderness that aroused pity. beautiful.

The tear mole under the eye is extremely charming. The combination of breathtaking beauty and the moist eyelashes on the end of the eye adds a kind of irresistible charm to the unbearable beauty. Li Li who wants to be cruelly abused.

Tutankhamun swallowed unconsciously, he was very nervous now, and the inexplicable surge of emotion made his heart beat as if it was about to explode.

Tutankhamun did not understand what this emotion was.

At this moment, he only thinks that Nefertiti in his sight is very good-looking, so that he has lost his usual aloofness, so that people want to get close to him, touch him, and then gently kiss his eyes with his lips, and kiss his eyes. That charming mole of tears.

After this kind of thought came into his mind, Tutankhamun's hand hanging by his side trembled slightly. He raised his arm, pointed his palm at Nefertiti in the room, and then slowly closed his five fingers, making a false grip. action.

The palms of youngsters who are still in the growth stage are still very thin. Although the five fingers are slender, they are far from being as wide as they will be in the future.At this moment, his hand was held in the air, as if the distance between him and Nefertiti was shortened at this moment, as if he wanted to hold Nefertiti's whole body in the palm of his hand.

But Tutankhamun knew very well that the distance between him and Nefertiti was actually very far.He who was chosen like this did not enter Nefertiti's eyes at all.

There was a voice coming from the room.

Tutankhamun raised his hand, his fingertips moved down slightly, and at a distance of one room, at a staggered angle, his fingers traced the tear mole under Nefertiti's eyes all the way to Nefertiti's chin.

Further down, there is Nefertiti's neck, which is slender and slender, and even the slightly protruding Adam's apple because of the upward tilt of the neck reveals a delicate beauty.

Tutankhamun's complexion was relatively fair among Egyptians, but Nefertiti's skin was truly fair and flawless, like a piece of natural jade.

Tutankhamun's hand continued to move down, but the picture below the neck was just blocked by the wooden fence carved with lotus.

Under such a blind spot, Tutankhamun's eyes did not continue to move down, he raised his eyelids, and followed his father Ekhnaton's arm all the way to the place where his hands were clamped.

Those were a pair of very delicate feet, with beautiful fingertips, pink and round nails, and an unusually fair and delicate complexion that showed that the owner of the feet was Nefertiti.

He saw his father's big hand holding Nefertiti's ankle, the dark wheat color and white formed a very strong contrast.It seemed that due to the overheated force and sprint, an unnoticeable blue vein burst out on the back of his father's hand, and soon, he saw his father's wrist move.

Immediately afterwards, a pair of beautiful calves without any fat appeared in Tutankhamun's sight.

It was his father, who moved the hands clamping Nefertiti's ankle, so that Nefertiti's heel came to his waist against his back.

Tutankhamun's face was already hot. Although he couldn't see anything specific from this angle, even so, for Tutankhamun now, it was enough to make his head hot, nervous and at a loss.

Tutankhamun hated this feeling.

But he could turn around immediately, but he didn't want to move.

He still stood stubbornly in front of the window, stubbornly looking into the room.

[Xiao Hong, Tutankhamun is still there. ]

The unique mechanical voice of the weak chicken system sounded in Fu Zhenhong's mind.

[Hmm...] Fu Zhenhong replied, more, she still focused on Ekhnaton.

In eight years, the former Amenhotep IV changed not only his name, but also his methods and ideas.

His personality is still fierce, but while full of aggression, there is also an invisible restraint and strength slowly revealed.

Or maybe it's because Ekhnaton could only see Fu Zhenhong occasionally at the Aten Temple a few times in the past eight years, so Ekhnaton, who was close to Fu Zhenhong again after many years, showed that he seemed to be about to pay Fu Zhenhong. Zhenhong's whole body melted into the eagerness in her bones.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Ekhenaton's handsome eyebrows and eyes wet with sweat, his wet black temple hair sticking to his sides, his breathless appearance was sexy and dazzling.

Akhenaton was the pharaoh, the son of the sun god.

He is also like the eagle on the crown, full of aggression, full of impact that hits people's hearts.

His eyes were full of Fu Zhenhong's face, and the color in his eyes was like the water of life of the illuminated Nile River under the vast starry sky.

And the light shining on the water was Fu Zhenhong.

Just like the meaning of the name Nefertiti, the most beautiful person in the world.

"... Nefertiti..."

"Nefertiti..." Ekhnaton recited Fu Zhenhong's name in this world tirelessly, and every time he recited it, it was a powerful confession based on action.

Fu Zhenhong felt Ekhnaton's fiery emotions, and he didn't respond to Ekhnaton's whispering in his ear, he just raised his hand and stroked the part covering Ekhnaton. Moist black hair with eyes closed.

Even if Fu Zhenhong didn't say anything, Ekhnaton loved him so much.He knew that at this moment, Nefertiti deeply felt his full of affection.

Nefertiti accepted him, and Ekhnaton grabbed Nefertiti's hand, then slightly tilted his head and kissed the back of Nefertiti's smooth hand.

"...the Nile at night

There's wind, there's clouds, there's stars

on this holy ship

I by the glory of the god of Aten

Hugging the ones I love the most..."