Hida [Daughter of the Nile] being picked up

Xida also used to be a melancholy literary girl when she was in middle school. After reading "Sahara Chacha", she always had a great affection and fascination for the desert. What is buried under the endless dust? s story?Will a mysterious foreign prince walk out of the clear starry sky?

now--

There is a prince, but it is not good at all.

Shida looked up, and Izmi was sitting high on the camel, his back was covered by a large burqa.

It has been more than a month since I came here, even with guessing and gestures, Xida can barely understand some simple words and sentences, such as "eat", "drink water", "rest" and so on.Intermittently, she pieced together a bit of information. This is a place called Bitedo, and the person who arrested her was the prince of Bitedo. As for the year, it is unknown whether she is still on the earth. This is why Xida realized The meaning behind the word "Master" still hasn't escaped - no one to follow, no language, even if she is released now, she dare not leave, okay!Maybe die a little faster.It can be seen from this that the past month or so has worn away the last bit of romanticism on classmate Xida, and she no longer dares to take chances on the halo of the pig's feet of the time-traveling girl—otherwise, after she met the prince and did not salute, she was arrested. When the prince's nanny was whipped, why didn't a handsome guy come out to save her?

Han Xin could bear the humiliation of (crossing) Xia, but he still had to save his life to go home, Xida comforted himself.

"Xila, would you like to share some of my things with me?" Beside him, Kim gently leaned over while making a gesture.

"Ah, no, no." Xida came back to her senses, and hurriedly refused in clumsy words, "You have a lot, you can't have more, you will be tired."

"Are you really okay?" Kim looked worried. The new slave of Prince Izmi is almost a circle smaller than them, and his strength is not strong. He is not like the rumored martial arts. He is always worried. He can be crushed by the big package on his back at any time.

Xida smiled gratefully at him, "Really, no need, I can do it." This young man named Kim is really a good person, he helped her several times along the way, and he also picked the lightest bag for her when dividing the bags. How dare she trouble him again.

She turned the bag upside down vigorously. She especially missed her big mountaineering bag for travel. It was so chic and easy to carry on her body. What was even more exasperating was that there was nothing in such a heavy bag that belonged to her. All her belongings are two sets of changing clothes, which are tied at the waist with a knot. As for the one-piece swimsuit, Prince Izmi has forcefully confiscated it because of its rare material. A piece of white cloth that had been taken from her was now her underpants.

There are too many blows, and it is no longer a big deal for people to show off their underwear.

See, see, see what you can come up with, Hilda thought blankly.

When the order to rest came, Xida staggered down the package and collapsed on the sand.

"Xila—" But obviously, she would not be let off so easily.

"Yes—Master" reluctantly shouted the word, and Shida moved into the Izmi tent.The time is short and the tent is very simple, but it has been covered with thick and luxurious blankets, which is very comfortable to step on.

Izmi was reading a letter, without raising his head, he stretched out his hand, "Bring me the wine glass."

In an instant, Xida felt that he was about to be exploded, the wine glass was only one meter away from him, and he could reach it with a little stretch of his hand, but he actually summoned himself for this?Did he really think that he was his loyal and hardworking slave?Man is a very strange creature. He may be able to suffer some kind of pain silently all the time, but he is often destroyed by an action at a certain moment.

Xida suddenly stood up and turned around. Suddenly, she saw the weapon placed by the guard at the door. It was not exquisite, but bulky and heavy, but it exuded a terrifying murderous aura, and there were dark red marks on it. Traces of fresh blood.They met a group of robbers today, and they were getting carried away with their work just now. They thought they were ordinary businessmen and wanted to attack them, but they were all beheaded by Izmi's guards.She saw the small tribe that had been looted by the robbers. The ground had been stained red, there were broken limbs and broken arms everywhere, and a few surviving women were wearing clothes and wailing beside the corpses—hell was nothing more than that.

If you step out, what will happen to you?Even if Prince Izmi lets him go, will there be other robbers waiting for him?Will he die silently in the desert, or worse, become a plaything of the thugs, can't he survive or die?Xida only felt cold all over.

She turned around silently, quietly took up the wine glass and put it in the hands of Prince Izmi, trembling almost imperceptibly.

After stepping out of the tent, she could no longer hide it. She lowered her head and found a corner and sat down on the ground. Tears rolled down like a valve, leaving mottled marks on her dusty arms.

In the past, if she missed a bite of food, the family would have to worry for a long time, but now...

I've been here for so long and I don't know what's going on at home. My parents must be going crazy after raising her like a jewel like a treasure. Do they think they're dead?Will she be left forever in this strange world?

Thinking of this, the tears flowed even more fiercely.

"Xila, are you okay?" Kim looked at her with clear eyes.

"It's okay." Xida wiped her eyes vigorously.

"You are a man and a warrior, so you cannot cry." Kim said seriously.

Xida smiled wryly, and pointed to her feet, "It's okay, my feet hurt." It's true, she didn't have shoes, so she had to tear two strips of cloth from her clothes to wrap them up. I feel a burning pain in the bottom of my feet.

"It's okay, I'll get you the medicine." Kim took a closer look at her feet, made gestures, and left.

Looking at Kim's back, Xida once again admired her bravery in concealing her gender.

Thanks for the flat chest, for the short hair, and for practicing karate for more than ten years. These features that were once faintly disliked by her boyfriend have now become her amulets. When they mistook her for a man, she went along with the flow and acquiesced. Because she knows very well that no matter where or what dynasty they are in, women are always a little bit more difficult than men, and the more backward, the more so.Just like now, she is a slave with martial arts skills, and she is taken into the tent by the prince. Although it is difficult, at least she doesn't have to worry about becoming someone's slave.And if she is a girl, she is afraid that being sold to an old man to have a child will be her final destination.

"Your Highness, with all due respect, although the Daughter of the Nile River is rare, it is not worth your risk to infiltrate Egypt. We also have many beautiful and intelligent girls in Bitai. If you are worried that her wisdom will help Egypt become stronger, you can directly Just send someone to kill her. Since she is the daughter of the God of the Nile, how could she marry into our country of Bitai?" Inside the tent, a strong middle-aged man asked puzzled.

"General Noura, what if I become the master of Egypt? Isn't the daughter of the Nile River the goddess Ishtar bestowed on me?" Izmi lightly clasped the small table at his hand, "Any great man must be worthy of it." The most beautiful woman in the world, I have been looking for a special woman who matches me. The daughter of the Nile is wise, kind, with golden hair, smooth skin like a newborn goat, and bright eyes like morning dew. Is she Shouldn't it belong to me?"

Izmi stood up and looked into the distance—that was the direction of Egypt, "This vast and rich land will be my Bitaido's, I will become a great king, and the daughter of the Nile will become the mistress of my palace , give birth to the best heir for me."

The author has something to say: It is assumed that each nation has its own language, but Egyptian is a relatively common language, and many people know it.