Hida [Daughter of the Nile] being picked up

However, in a few days, everyone in Biteduo Palace knew that His Royal Highness had a new favorite.No one knew his origin, only that he was a slave that the prince got a while ago.

His Highness the Prince has never favored a person like this before, entering and exiting together, whether it is receiving ministers, or sitting and sleeping, he can always find that unremarkable figure beside him.

"His luck is really good." Everyone was both disdainful and envious, "It would have been nice if I followed His Highness the Prince."

In the study, the freshly-baked celebrity Xida is reading a letter for the prince.

"...A rebellion broke out in the iron mine east of Jamuko, and the leader has been killed. In order to guarantee this year's tribute to the noble god of weather and goddess of the sun, the——" Xi Dutton, what is the next long list?

"It's the consul of Amkhizilsu." Prince Izmi reminded, "The long list is the titles used in the official documents. Don't worry about it, just skip to the following words."

"Yes, the consul of Amkyzylsu asked for instructions and hoped to allocate more slaves to work. At least two hundred more people are needed...a newly built wooden road prepared for the festival?"

Izmi sighed, "It's a stag, which means stag."

Xida quickly picked it up, "The stag iron statue made for the ceremony has already been sent to Hadsey. That's it, Your Highness."

"Xilda, your vocabulary is too lacking. You can actually read a letter like this." Izmi said dissatisfiedly, "You have to practice more."

"This is because these things are all written in a polite manner, and there are obviously very simple words that have to be replaced by uncommon ones." Xida complained, "I have made great progress. I was learning English at school. I haven’t been able to read English books for more than ten years.”

"It must be that you are not sincere in learning." Izmi asserted, "Every language has its beauty."

He stretched out his hand, fumbled on the table with his weak eyesight and picked up another letter, and handed it to Xida, "The next one."

"Who sent it?"

Xida took a closer look, "Well, it seems that it was sent by someone named 'Punkus', saying that he wished His Highness a healthy life."

"It's these old men again, I know, don't look down."

"Who is Pankus?" Xida asked curiously, which could make Izmi show such a bored and helpless look.

"It's a group of noble old men who have nothing to do and sit together to pass the time. It has existed since the establishment of Bitaido. The only thing they have to do is to supervise the behavior of the royal family, especially to prevent the king from harming brothers and sisters. Izmi asked irritably, "Are these old men too leisurely?"

What was it that made him so angry?Shida looked down.

"...For the stability of Bitaido and the expectations of the people, as the sole heir of Bitaido, we sincerely hope that you can find a beautiful and healthy wife as soon as possible, and then bring it to us as soon as possible. Brave and strong heir..."

Xida raised her head, "Prince, they are urging you to get married early."

"I know, I know. They write to me almost every year. I count, and I haven't stopped since I was 13 years old." Izmi said annoyedly, maybe holding it in his heart for too long, he complained unconsciously He said, "Why are these old guys so anxious? It seems that they are afraid that I will die that day. After all, they still have to pull out their daughter. One's granddaughter is only 11 years old! He was still telling me ten years ago My daughter dances lightly, bastard!" Izmi rarely cursed.

It turns out that the population of the royal family is dying, and the noble elders have nothing to do but stare at Izmi's big fat every day?Xida reassured with sympathy, "It's normal, Your Highness. At that time, there were many people like you who would be forced by their parents to marry and have children as soon as they returned home. Many people even dared not to marry in order not to be forced to marry." go home."

"It's the same in your place?" Izmi asked hesitantly, "Didn't it mean that you want to study there and are not in a hurry to get married?"

"We are not in a hurry, but the parents at home are in a hurry. They hope that you will get married and have children just after finishing your studies."

"What about you? Are your parents forcing you to marry?"

"Haha, of course not, I've had a date very early." Xida said proudly.

Xida looks so thin, but unexpectedly, she already has a girl in love. Izmi has a very subtle feeling, "Is she beautiful? Do you like her very much?"

"No, I don't like him anymore." Hilda said frustratedly, as if a balloon had been punctured, "He was snatched away by my best friend, and I can't remember what he looks like anymore." It was so unforgettable But now even his appearance has become blurred. Everything in the 21st century seems to be fading. Is this the power of time?

That's good, how can such a girl be worthy of Xida, Izmi assured in an unquestionable tone: "Forget about her, you will get better."

In the evening, Xida went to Izmi's bedroom with the official document he had just written. He was lying on the bed in a daze.

"Your Highness, according to your wishes, the official promotion document for Zhashinu has been drafted. Would you like to read it to you?"

Izmi's voice was very low, as if he was under the weight of dozens of beds of cotton wool, "No, it's just a small official position. I will hand it over to the clerk of the archives office tomorrow and let them carve it into a clay tablet."

"Okay, Your Highness." Xida was about to go out when Izmi's voice came over suddenly, "After a while, there will be no light at all."

Xida was worried, the darkness of the night was too deep, and the light from this small oil lamp could not reach Izmi's eyes at all, she said in a low voice, "Your Highness, you will be well soon, you will be fine during the day." Can't you already see the figure?"

"Can I really see?" Izumi didn't move, just buried in a dark corner, "Xilda, what if I can never see again? Will you stay forever?"

"Your Highness...you will be fine, I promise." Xida felt a little uncomfortable, and stood there looking at Izmi.

"Come here." Izmi suddenly called, "Help me up."

Xida ran over quickly, supported Izmi's body and made him sit up, with a few thick cushions on his back.

Leaning there, Izmi said for a while, "Xilda, that thing called an electric light, did you say that it can make the night as bright as the day?"

"Well, it's brighter than the daytime." Xida sat up and leaned back like him, "Fill it with a transparent thing called glass, and there is a very thin wire inside, through which electricity can pass That thread becomes red and bright, and it can burn that thread very hot, just like lighting a torch, but it is brighter than the flame."

"So the night is the same as the day? People can stay very late."

"Well, life at night is also very interesting, everywhere is bright." Xida laughed, "But when I was a child, I especially hoped that the lights in our house would be broken or the power would be cut off altogether, so that I would not have to do the homework assigned by the teacher. "

Izmi also smiled, "You are really not a good student, I just hope that the longer the study time, the better."

"It would be great if I could see the world you described with my own eyes. How does it feel to hang that electric light in the house? Will it be so bright that I can't fall asleep?" Izmi said lightly. With a sigh, "It would be great if there was the electric light you mentioned here."

Shida didn't know what to say, thought for a while, reached out and patted the back of Izumi's hand.

Izumi froze, then relaxed and lay back lazily, "Shida, are you comforting me?" He chuckled softly.

"Ah? No—" Xida panicked.

"Tell me about electricity, Shida, what kind of thing is that?" Izumi interrupted her calmly and asked.

"Electricity?" Xida breathed a sigh of relief. In the past two days, the prince always asked her about the future world when he was free. Flattening the stone, pulling the bowstring can make the arrow fly out, and boiling the water can lift the lid of the pot. These are all energy, and they are much larger than the energy of the human body. Imagine if all these energies can be collected, It can help human beings to do many things. Only a few hundred years away from our time, someone discovered that a stone with a magnetic field can be drawn with a copper wire, and a kind of human being transported by a wire made of copper has never been used. In this way, human beings can convert the energy stored in the earth in nature, the energy stored in water, etc. into electricity, and transport it to every corner for people to use.”

"Is this electricity sent over copper wires? Is it fast?"

"Very quickly, it will be here in the blink of an eye."

"Then if it can be sent out intermittently and the corresponding rules agreed in advance, wouldn't it be possible to use it to deliver messages?" Izumi asked enthusiastically.

Xida was startled, Prince Izmi's reaction was really quick, "It seems that telegrams are based on this principle."

"The first thing you need is a large amount of copper. I'm afraid you can't get it out even if you exhaust Bitaido." Izmi tilted his head to face Shida, "Shida, are you sent by God to test me? Obviously I will never be able to get it out." What I have done is to open a door for me to see this attractive and interesting world. Xida, are you here to test my mind?"

Why?Xida was dumbfounded, she couldn't digest the bitterness in Izmi's words.

"But what to do, I still want to know." Izmi hesitated, "Xilda, Bitaido after 3000 years—"

Xida was a little guilty. She had never heard of a country called Bitedo in Western Asia in modern times, and it was probably dead. But——she looked at the prince, do you want her to tell others, forget about your country? You can't even find the scum when it disappears into history, so don't plan so hard, anyway, the end will come sooner or later.

"actually--"

It's better to make up a white lie, Xida said slowly.

"Bitedo was in my time—"

Unexpectedly, Izmi suddenly interrupted her, "Forget it, don't tell me."

"It's my greedy desire to peek at things I shouldn't know."

God, if you're going to confuse me, torture me, test me, it's going to be tough.

The room fell into silence, and Xida could even hear her own breathing, an awkward silence.

Xida suddenly realized that the future, whether good or bad, would only bring Izmi pain—she seemed to be too complacent.

This is history for me, but it is the present for Izmi.

"Your Highness, you should give birth to a little prince. He will be very smart and handsome." Xida pretended to be relaxed and said with a smile, "Actually, the girls mentioned in the letter from Pankus are not bad."

"I once prayed to Goddess Ishudar, asking her to give me a girl I like the most." Izmi stretched her waist and said lazily.

"So, what kind of girl do you like?"

"I'll know the day I find it." Izmi smiled slightly, "It should be a very, very nice girl."

As the night deepened, Hudsey fell silent under the comfort of the night, but the lights in this corner of the palace never went out.

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