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"I will remember you, Ekhnaton." Fu Zhenhong's words may be a more sincere response than liking for Ekhnaton now.

Ekhnaton smiled softly, a radiance that seemed to be able to dispel all darkness and haze appeared on the handsome face with sharp edges and corners.He is the son of the sun god, born in this world with the glory of the god of Aton, and in the end, under the favor of the main god, he will go to his death.

The seven days are very short, and the confluence of day and night seems to be in the blink of an eye.Pharaoh Akhenaton closed his eyes in the early morning seven days later, and went to another world with the glorious soul of Aton.

The pharaoh's death sent the people of Upper and Lower Egypt into a wave of mourning.On the day when the extraditionist buried Pharaoh Ekhnaton, everyone stopped what they were doing and paid homage to the pharaoh who had gone to the afterlife.

In fact, within two hours of Pharaoh Ekhnaton's death, His Royal Highness Tutankhamun's mother Qi Ya also passed away.

Interested people speculated whether it was because Chia wanted to follow Ekhnaton to the afterlife world, but the truth of the matter was because of the power of the curse, which involved Ekhnaton and Chia from the beginning.

It's just that compared with the death of Ekhnaton as the supreme ruler of Egypt, Chia's death seems a bit insignificant in the eyes of everyone.

Except for the maids and servants in Chia's palace and Tutankhamun, almost no one cared about Chia's departure.

Just before Qi Ya's death, Fu Zhenhong went to see her for the last time.Seeing Fu Zhenhong, Qi Ya had tears in her eyes, as if she had a thousand words to say.

But her lips fluttered, but she couldn't utter a complete sentence. Fu Zhenhong sat beside Qi Ya's bed, with her palm on Qi Ya's cheek, with a sense of silent comfort.

Qi Ya saw the coldness and indifference in Fu Zhenhong's eyes as always, but the hand on the cheek made her feel the gentleness that belonged to Nefertiti.

Gentle and cruel.

Qi Ya finally smiled in relief, she raised her hand to hold Fu Zhenhong's hand, and then put it on her lips and kissed it lightly, "...Master God Envoy...May you...not be disturbed by the secular...world, Forever...safe and smooth..."

"May in the next life... Qi Ya... can... meet you..." After finishing the last word with difficulty, Qi Ya lowered her hand and closed her eyes forever.

Tutankhamun, who was standing aside, bit his lips tightly, clenched his hands into fists, and his nails sank deep into his flesh.He tried his best to hold back his tears and told himself not to cry, because only the weak can cry weakly.

Fu Zhenhong looked at Qi Ya's face, thought of Qi Ya's last words, sighed lightly, and said very softly: "Qia, in the next life, I wish you to be a happy and carefree woman."

After the words were finished, Fu Zhenhong stood up. He glanced at Tutankhamun, whose head was bowed so that no one could see his facial expression, and said indifferently: "Adjust your emotions as soon as possible. After three days, I will succeed you." Father's Pharaoh."

After leaving this sentence, Fu Zhenhong left the palace without waiting for Tutankhamun to reply.

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Before Akhenaton passed away, Fu Zhenhong, as the queen, already had completely equal rights with Akhenaton. Now, Pharaoh Akhenaton has passed away, and the whole of Egypt is temporarily controlled by Fu Zhenhong .

The reason why Fu Zhenhong let Tutankhamun, who was only nine years old, succeed to the throne was just to conform to the original development of the world.

However, at this stage, Fu Zhenhong held absolute power. Even if Tutankhamun succeeded the pharaoh, he would still be restricted by Fu Zhenhong. The final decision on major matters was also Fu Zhenhong's decision.

Three days later, at Tutankhamun's succession ceremony.

He wore the costumes that belonged only to the pharaoh, wore a two-color crown on his head, and held a scepter in his hand. He sat on the pharaoh's seat in front of the icon of Aton in the eyes of everyone.

"Your Majesty Tutankhamun, rejoice."

The Egyptian people below shouted Tutankhamun's name in unison, regardless of whether they had any objections in their hearts, at least their faces were full of respect and piety.

Sitting on the throne, Tutankhamun looked at the Egyptian people with their heads hanging down, but he didn't feel too excited.

But in just three days, Tutankhamun seemed to have grown up suddenly.Perhaps Chia's death made him understand certain things, or maybe it was because he was about to become a pharaoh that he knew the responsibilities and obligations he needed to fulfill, so he needed to make his character more mature and stable.

He swept his gaze over everyone, and finally retracted his gaze, and glanced at Nefertiti who was sitting a little taller than him intentionally or unintentionally.

Because of the golden mask, Tutankhamun couldn't see what Nefertiti looked like at this time, but even if he didn't see it, he could guess that Nefertiti must have an indifferent expression under the mask .

And the position of some distance between the two made Tutankhamun understand that even though he succeeded to the position of Pharaoh now, Nefertiti was actually the one who really called the shots.

This feeling that he was already in a high position, but still unable to make full decisions made Tutankhamun feel a sense of restraint suppressed by Nefertiti.

A puppet without real power.

Not what Tutankhamun wanted.

But Tutankhamun is also very clear that now he simply does not have enough ability to concentrate all the power in his own hands.

Fu Zhenhong came into contact with Tutankhamun's eyes, and from the forbearing but sharp eyes, he saw a kind of tenacity that would not admit defeat.

Fu Zhenhong did not make any comments on this. He looked away and sat on the high seat without saying a word. Only after the succession ceremony was over, did he kneel down and step down from the high seat under the bow of everyone.

And when passing the second position on the right, Fu Zhenhong felt something gently hook her hand hanging by her side.

He pursed his lips and looked sideways.

I saw a tall man standing on his right. The man was dressed in a spotless white robe. On his drooping face, the eyelashes were long and curled up, and there was no hair on his head.

Fu Zhenhong smelled a faint scent of Qizihua from this man. Qizihua is an important spice specially used by priests for divination and sacrifices. Those who are contaminated with this smell can only use Qizihua all year round. the priest.

In nine years, the bald boy who accidentally saw Fu Zhenhong taking a bath in the Temple of Amon had grown into a young man taller than Fu Zhenhong.

Because the other party had his head down and his eyes half down, Fu Zhenhong could only see the other party's eyebrows.After several years of precipitation, today's Karlsvorn has a calm and peaceful temperament. At this moment, he stood quietly in the same place, and a holy aura like ancient jade slowly flowed out from his body.

It seems to be indifferent and quiet, neither fighting nor grabbing, neither arrogant nor impetuous.

But when Fu Zhenhong thought of the touch on the back of her hand just now, and looked at Karsvorn, who looked like nothing had happened after making such a move, there was rarely a trace of interest in her eyes.

interesting……

There was a slight smile on Fu Zhenhong's face under the mask.

Fu Zhenhong's short pause naturally attracted the attention of Tutankhamun, who had been paying attention to him.The young pharaoh who had just succeeded looked back and forth between Fu Zhenhong and Karsvorn several times, and felt an inexplicable feeling of discomfort in his heart.

"Karsvorn," Tutankhamun called out to the priest in white.

Hearing this, Karlsforn turned his body in one direction very naturally, and then performed a standard priestly salute to Tutankhamun, who was still sitting on a high seat, "Your Majesty."

His voice is also very gentle and peaceful, not very deep, and it doesn't sound aggressive at all.

Such a voice can easily make people feel good, and thus let go of their guard.

Fu Zhenhong was not interested in listening to what Tutankhamun said to Karsvorn. After he left the ceremony, he returned to his palace.

In the room of his palace, there is still a portrait on the wall, which is his portrait. After the Feast of the Valley a year ago, Ekhnaton gave the painting that he brought to the holy ship to Fu Zhenhong.

Although Fu Zhenhong didn't have that kind of love for Ekhnaton, but as one of his best candidates for strategy, Ekhnaton was still a special existence to Fu Zhenhong.

It was precisely because of this that Fu Zhenhong subconsciously thought of Ekhnaton, who had been his partner for nearly ten years, when looking at the portrait Ekhnaton gave him.

At this time, Akhenaton had been carefully buried in the tomb in the Valley of the Kings, and the gold was piled in his coffin where he slept peacefully.

In order not to let other people disturb the pharaoh's sleep, but also to make the tomb robber retreat, Fu Zhenhong cast a spell with the power of a divine envoy.If anyone tried to disturb Pharaoh's deep sleep, the curse would surely fall on the disturber.

After using Qi Zihua to cast a spell, Fu Zhenhong asked the waiter to bring the Senet chess.There are not many entertainment items in Egypt, and Fu Zhenhong doesn't like songs and dances.

So most of the time, Fu Zhenhong who is alone prefers to play chess.

However, today, just as the waiter who had placed the chessboard left the room, a black shadow appeared behind Fu Zhenhong.

Sensing the slight movement behind her, Fu Zhenhong didn't turn her head, and didn't even change her expression.

With the sound of footsteps getting closer, a pair of cold and pale hands climbed up Fu Zhenhong's shoulder along Fu Zhenhong's arm.

Because the linen clothes that Fu Zhenhong wore exposed her arms and shoulders, the palm of one of the hands behind her was completely attached to the skin of Fu Zhenhong's shoulders.

Fu Zhenhong's shoulders were round and delicate, and the hand wrapping Fu Zhenhong's shoulders was not warm at all, but had an unusually cold breath, like a snake.

"Master..." A lingering and ambiguous whisper came from Fu Zhenhong's ear, and the cold breath of the visitor also sprayed on Fu Zhenhong's ear.

In the past ten years, not only Ekhnaton has changed, but the former Sethis has also become more and more bold and presumptuous under Fu Zhenhong's disregard.

But at this moment, as a bound contract pet, Sethis's behavior is obviously a kind of transgression.But even so, Sexis had no intention of backing away, instead he began to move his hand slowly from Fu Zhenhong's shoulder inward towards Fu Zhenhong's collarbone.