Hida [Daughter of the Nile] being picked up

When Shida came in, Izumi was sitting on the edge of the bed, motionless.

"You're back?"

"Your Highness, the Assyrians are coming." Xida hurriedly closed the door.

"what happened?"

After Xida gave an overview of the cause and effect, Izmi frowned slightly, "I didn't expect to meet such a knowledgeable person in this small town. The patterns on it would never be recognized by ordinary businessmen. You said he and Assyria Soldiers together?"

"Yes, I lured them to the suburbs, so it should be able to delay some time."

"It's very likely that they will seal off the city, or search every house, maybe some bandits have entered Shita." Izmi touched the edge of the bed and stood up. "We must leave before they act."

"I think so too, Your Highness, but we still have to make some preparations." Xida said, "Silver hair like yours is too conspicuous."

"Prepare?"

"Yeah, hey, things should be here soon."

As the old saying goes, Sunny brings an umbrella and a full meal. Out of natural confidence in her intuition, Xida made the worst plan for the road ahead for no reason.

"Little brother, someone sent something, saying that you bought it." Outside the door, came the boss's voice.

Xida went out to pick up things, and proudly showed off to Izmi, "I'm so smart. I actually bought a lot of things when I was wandering around the stalls, but they were all delivered to the hotel by the merchants. The Assyrians would be stunned if they knew."

She forced Izmi to sit on the bed and let his hair loose.

"what are you going to do?"

"Of course I want to dye your hair. It's so rare to see a full head of silver hair like this." Xida kept moving her hands, divided her hair into locks, and dipped it with a brush bought from a grocery store. The ink was applied little by little from top to bottom. The quality of the ink was not very good, and it showed a strange gray color, but it was not so dazzling anyway.Xida took a look at her own work. This is called turning magic into decay. The original silk-like silver threads have become full of hair.

Izumi smelled the strange smell of the ink on his head, covered his nose, "Shida, what have you done to me?"

"Your Highness, it actually looks okay." Xida said in relief.

While waiting for the ink to dry, Xida changed herself into a suit of clothes, the most common style, and the material was also very rough, but—she unconsciously glanced left and right, it was a skirt!After putting it on, she turned around carefully, excitedly feeling that she didn't know what posture to use to not insult the skirt, and the cloth strips on her chest were also untied, and her originally flat chest bulged reluctantly. A barely visible curve made her feel a little unreal.

There was another piece of clothing in the package, she took it out and shook it open, it was for Izmi.

"Your Highness Izmi, I'll help you change into something less conspicuous," Xida said.

Izumi stretched out his hand cooperatively, "Shida, you are very thoughtful in your preparation."

"Because I've seen a lot of stories and TV dramas before. It's just acting, and I often talk about the plot of escaping." Xida quickly stripped him clean, and then put on his clothes.

"Is there such a story? I've never seen it before."

"Well, they are usually the same as you, like kings and princes, who are persecuted by bad guys and then have to find a way to escape."

"Then how did they escape?"

Xida thought for a while, "If you are good at kung fu, you can force your way out, or there is a woman who loves the protagonist as an undercover agent in the villain. If it doesn't work, you can only pretend to be like us, pretending to be an ordinary person and get out." Xida consciously She swallowed back the words pretending to be a woman, so she wouldn't foolishly tell Izmi that he was wearing a skirt now, and it would be difficult if he got excited and decided to die with her.

Moreover, the materials and colors I bought for him were a little better than my own, so I respected him, Xida thought guiltily.

"Does it fit?" Izmi stood up for her to see.

Pfft——Xila held back her laughter in pain, "It's really good." Thanks to the fact that women here are generally taller, but because of my body, I can only find large children's clothes.

She warmly greeted Izmi, "Your Highness, let me comb your hair."

Not allowing Izmi to refuse, she skillfully made a simple bun for Izmi and fixed it with cloth strips—this is a skill that was practiced hard on the head of her roommate.

The clothes were changed, the hair was messed up, as for the breasts, in fact, Xida originally prepared two fruits, but later found that other people's chest muscles were already more plump than her own, so she really had no position.

Now there is only one last thing left to do.

"Your Highness, I'll put some ashes on your face." Xida took out the ultimate killer weapon——.

In fact, because Izmi's original face is soft and delicate, if you don't know who he is, just look at his current appearance, you will only think that this is a strange tall woman with gray hair, funny makeup, but that's all. After seeing his handsome demeanor before and looking at his current appearance, Xida only had four words in his mind - the revenge has been avenged!Haha, try threatening me again, I will let the whole world know that Prince Izmi of Bitedo is a transvestite.Xida gave herself a thumbs up calmly, how could she be so witty.

"Your Highness, let's go." Xida cleared her throat, holding back a smile, "We have to hurry before the Assyrians come back."

"Let's go in another direction instead of taking the roads on both sides of the river. Now the news has reached King Ar'an, the direction of the capital is heavily guarded, and there are a large number of Assyrian soldiers. It may be difficult for the two of us alone to pass the news. King Er'an will definitely send more people near the river, so we simply walk from a place where there are no people, and we can reach the border between the two countries through a piece of Gobi, where there are more people than Taitai."

Xida knew that Izmi must be much better than herself in this respect, so without saying much, she wrapped a turban around herself, helped Izmi out, and sneaked out through the back door of the small courtyard.

There was nothing unusual on the street. Xida glanced at Izmi next to him secretly, and couldn't help whispering, "Your Highness, if it is to save your life, then in an emergency, you can make a little compromise."

"Of course." Izmi turned his head, although he couldn't see Xida, he still felt the majesty in his eyes, "What did you do?"

"It's just that my craftsmanship is mediocre, so I made you look a little ugly." Xida said hesitantly, "You said it's okay, and you can't trouble me in the future."

"Xilda, I won't blame you." Izmi said indifferently, "For a man, physical fitness and intelligence are the most important. Appearance is just an ornament."

Xida is like this, he takes the weak but not the hard, if Izmi orders her to risk his life and save himself with a noble and glamorous posture, Xida might sell him to the Assyrians with peace of mind Yes, but once Izmi showed such a tolerant and considerate attitude, she would have no confidence.He probably won't find out, Xida comforted himself, as long as he escaped smoothly, no one could see it.

Afraid of what would happen, two Assyrian soldiers walked on the road not far away, stopping passers-by from time to time to check.

what to do?Xida paused and looked at Izmi beside him helplessly, "Your Highness, there are Assyrian soldiers ahead."

"Are there many people?" "Only two people."

Suddenly, the right hand was covered with a layer of warmth, it was Izmi's hand, and she realized that she was trembling just now. "Don't be afraid, just pass by as usual." Izmi raised his head to the front, his voice was cold.

The hands beside her were very strong, and Xida was suddenly not afraid, and her heartbeat became firmer.

"Your Highness, let me tell you something later. No matter what you hear, don't make a sound, okay?" Xida said.

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