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Under the moonlight, the Egyptian princess looked at her brother with a half-smile.
The younger sister's appearance is a perfect combination of her parents' genes, her eyebrows are slender and beautiful, and her lips are red and thin. Even when she makes a sarcastic expression, it is hard to get angry.
"How, my brother said, should I soften my heart?"
Moss unconsciously lowered his voice.
"That... is different."
"Why is it different? Only women are allowed to cry, but men are not allowed to pretend to be pitiful?"
Brother is speechless.
"Of course, Ramses can't stand my cold treatment, and it's impossible to say he likes it." Lin Lang deliberately used the aggressive method, "But, since Brother Wang can't afford it, don't promise it casually. What happened that day, I It’s just a brother and sister’s joke, so there’s no need to mention it in the future. When she becomes an adult, Tia will serve Amon wholeheartedly and let him protect the king and Egypt.”
The young god's chest heaved violently, he couldn't calm down his emotions at this moment, regret and guilt overwhelmed him.
"Tiya! Listen to my brother! My brother knows he was wrong, so you can give him another chance, okay? My brother will stay away from her and all women! My brother's Tiya, please!"
Lin Lang lowered her head to break off his fingers, but was bound even tighter and couldn't breathe in her chest.
"Tiya, brother is wrong!"
He buried his head on Lin Lang's neck, as if he wanted to wring her into his own flesh and blood, desperate to please her and beg her.
"Brother is right, it's younger sister who is wrong, she wanted to be loved by the old man, and treated her greedy brother as her own slave. My brother must also be very distressed, that's why I like the one that makes you more relaxed—"
"No, it's not—" Elder Brother urgently expressed his intentions, "Big Brother is willing to be your slave, and you can drive him however you want!"
The princess looked gloomy, "Even if I want to be the queen of Upper and Lower Egypt, the only god in this country, and bind my brother forever, brother... you don't mind?"
Young love is too easily covered with bruises, so the only thing the princess can rely on is power.
Moss hesitated for a moment.
He understood that his younger sister wanted to be the only queen, which meant that his future pharaoh's power would be dispersed, and it would still be heavily tilted towards his younger sister's wife.
She didn't believe her brother's promise, so she had to use stronger means to keep him.
"Brother disagrees, is it because he is afraid that I will seize power?" Lin Lang seemed to have understood his inner thoughts, and turned to look at him. She wears a square gold earring with a colorful scarab embedded in her ear, and the bronze luster shimmers mysteriously in the night, just like her black pupils, so sacred and elusive.
Who doesn't pray for God's favor
Her tone became low, showing a little weakness, "It turns out that in my brother's mind, even if we grew up together, Tiya's weight is nothing more than that..."
The young man's affection was burning and blind, and Moss temporarily abandoned reason and hugged her tightly.
"As long as it makes you happy, brother is willing to do anything."
"… real?"
"real."
This time Moss answered more firmly, as if hypnotizing himself, he was persuading himself repeatedly.
He and his sister are inseparable, so what does it matter who is in power
And when he promised, Moss clearly noticed that the person in his arms gradually relaxed, like a soft feather, falling gently on his chest. This discovery made the elder brother's bones weak, and he could not help but bow his head, wanting to kiss his future Egyptian bride.
Lin Lang tilted her head and dodged it.
Moss is a little disappointed, is she still angry
He didn't dare to kiss her lips, so he could only deflect the angle, and kissed her slender neck and thin earlobes. The fragrance buried deep in the black hair was faint, as if he had strayed into an unknown place. Beautiful secret. He gradually became fascinated, even addicted. Eldest brother doesn't know that this is a way to curry favor with women, and in the eyes of others, it has more meaning of humble courtship.
"Shushasha—"
There was a slight movement in the grass.
It is a danger warning issued by a certain creature when it crawls.
Suddenly, a slender arm stretched out like lightning, neatly pinching the poisonous snake's heart.
The golden snake struggled violently for a while, finally gave up the desire to eat, and wrapped itself around the little master's wrist softly. Its body is really too thin, only the size of a fingertip, and when it wraps around the boy's arm at rest, it looks like a noble and exquisite gold snake-shaped armband.
The boy bowed his head in silence, pinched the jaw of the pet poisonous snake, and put his fingers in it.
Golden Viper: "..."
It's really tiring to open the mouth ninety degrees, but it doesn't dare to move at all.
After all, this little master has a special liking for snake soup. Even if someone finds out, he can still say that its brother is a loach fished from the river without blinking an eye.
"How far are you going to lie to yourself?"
The high priest was wearing a black cloak, and with the movement of turning his head, he vaguely revealed a face as pale as snow, unlike ordinary people.
"As you can see, no matter what mistakes His Highness Moss made, His Highness will always forgive him." He followed the guidance, "However, if you have made a similar mistake, in the eyes of His Highness, it is absolutely unacceptable." The heinous sinner who is forgiven. Let alone forgiveness, His Highness must be so disgusted that he does not want to see His Highness again."
The high priest sighed, with an unusually compassionate expression.
"Why is there such a big difference in treatment for the same siblings? It can only be said that the most fair god will also have favored believers."
"Snapped!"
As soon as the upper and lower jaws of the golden snake touched, they were tightly closed by the little master, and it froze and did not dare to move.
It's over, it's going to be made into a midnight snack.
"The high priest wants me to kill Brother Wang to take over?" Little Ramses casually played with the snake's head, his pale golden pupils were covered by thick fan-like eyelashes, showing a ignorant and innocent expression. Without waiting for the high priest to answer, the little guy grumbled, "Father is in a bad mood these days."
The high priest looked at him.
"If the king knows that his most trusted first priest is deliberately matching the queen and his favorite eldest son..." Little Ramses grinned, lively and cute, "What kind of good show do you think will be there? "
Compared with blood, the priest is an outsider after all, even if he is the first prophet of the empire.
Pulling back his sleeves, the high priest said calmly, "You won't."
The little master didn't respond to him, and poked the golden snake with his fingernails, as if he was dissatisfied with its dumbfounded appearance.
"You need me."
The high priest went on to speak. He lifted the corner of his cloak and knelt on one knee with a pious gesture, "I can predict the future of this country for you, and wish our warriors invincible and invincible."
The little pervert was having fun playing with snakes, when he heard this sentence, he lazily raised the corners of his lips, as if mocking, with the contempt and indifference of a superior.
"War only listens to the strong, and prayers that are insignificant... I will too, High Priest, do I need to read it to you now?"
The attitude of the high priest was as calm as ever, not angry.
"I will make...God is willing to crawl to your feet and beg for your charity all day long."
The word "God" was lightly curled around the tip of the priest's tongue, and his brows and eyes were obviously upright and cold, revealing a bewitching mystery for no reason.
"... alms?"
His Highness was still very unfamiliar with this word, showing a confused expression.
"Didn't you go to the slave market a few days ago?" The high priest lowered his head, strands of black hair fluttering in the wind from his temples, "I remember you took a fancy to Yisu."
He was a boy with a strong physique and great training potential. At that time, several buyers competed for him. Later, the price was too high, and the buyers felt that they were losing money, so they unanimously lowered the value of slaves and said something insulting. Then, the blue veins on the back of the boy's hands popped out.
Yes, this clever kid watched the show for a long time, and finally Shi Shiran appeared on the stage, erased his slave status for others, and gave him a few pieces of gold.
As a matter of course, the boy followed little Ramses back to the palace with all his heart. The high priest had to say that the kid’s eyesight was surreal. The boy showed great military talent in a short period of time, and was recommended to Pharaoh by the little master without any secrets. He quickly went to the army. It is said that he trained hard and grew momentum Very impressive.
Many ministers wanted to win over rookies, but they were all rejected without exception.
Little Ramses nodded and didn't care about it, but asked her with interest, "What does that have to do with charity?"
The high priest decided to change tactics.
"Haven't you ever thought that if you break the wings of the gods, she will no longer be able to fly high." The man's voice was as clear and cold as snow, and strangely hoarse for a moment, "Her hair, her eyes, her The skin, the whole body, only you can collect and touch. If you can’t bear to do it yourself, let me do it for you.”
Little Ramses stared at him for a long time.
The young priest looked calm, not afraid of any scrutiny.
The little devil tilted his head, showing his sharp canine teeth again, "It seems that I, Egypt, need another young and outstanding Visil."
The high priest bowed his head deeply.
"bless you."
My Ramses the Great.
"Do you want to continue watching?"
After confirming the identity of the faction, the High Priest obviously showed a lot of respect, at least he showed obedience in his posture, and put His Highness's opinion first.
"Don't look at it, anyway, my brother has a lot of recruits, and he can always coax my sister to change her mind."
Little Ramses pouted, "It's not like me, I can only cry, I have no ability."
The high priest was dumbfounded by these words. Sometimes this brat is too clever, but most of the time his petty temper is really unbearable.
As one big and one small left, the situation on the other side changed again.
The new queen gathered her clothes, and hurriedly chased after her. She held on to the doorpost to breathe, and happened to see the scene of her brother and sister embracing each other.
The black-haired Egyptian princess was carrying her on her back, and she couldn't see her facial expression clearly, but Moss's infatuated posture was obvious, her arms wrapped around Lin Lang's shoulders and chest from behind, without a single gap.
It was easy for her to think of two words, bondage.
Would the son of Pharaoh, who is so high above him, be willing to jump into the trap
The girl seemed to have noticed her shocked gaze, and she tilted her head, half of her outline was covered with a layer of brilliance under the bright moonlight.
She hooked the corners of her lips, as if admiring her hard work.
The new queen trembled.
She obviously alienated the relationship between her siblings and made her feel angry, but she can still laugh
But soon, she realized that her situation was more difficult.
The eldest prince who is known for his gentleness didn't even look at her. He took his sister and left. The woman was stunned and couldn't help shouting, "Moss—"
The low sobbing sound was hoarse and had a decadent taste, which was the unique charm of mature women.
Moss froze.
However, Lin Lang was more agile, and immediately pulled out her hand, her expression was icy cold, like an exquisite snow-white statue.
"Tiya—"
The young brother was very annoyed, and just about to coax him, she heard her say lightly, "Brother, I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go back first. There is morning class tomorrow, brother, don't be late."
The pointed words made Moss body stiff, and he didn't dare to look back at the woman again.
The night in the Egyptian royal palace is quiet, and the large stone pillars stand majestically, piously guarding the heart of the country.
The maid held a candle in front, and the reeds were melted in the tallow, exuding a strong smell.
"Meow-"
The limp body wrapped around the princess' ankles.
Lin Lang looked down at the intruder.
The other party was a silver-gray kitten with uniform black spots all over its body, especially a pair of glass green cat eyes, which were clear and innocent. Its fluffy tail circled and rubbed against her legs from time to time, obviously a master at acting like a baby.
The maid reminded in a low voice, "This is His Royal Highness Ramses' new pet."
Before the words were finished, the sound of hurried footsteps approached a group of people.
"elder sister-"
Little Ramses ran over panting, holding his knees with his slender hands, and his fair face became flushed due to strenuous exercise. When the little highness raised his head, the maidservants were instantly overwhelmed with maternal love, those amber eyes seemed to be extremely soft, and a hazy mist leaked out.
Lin Lang nodded coldly.
Little Ramses was a little at a loss, and said incoherently, "Yes, the grapes ran out by themselves, and I couldn't catch it..." As he spoke, without getting half of Linlang's response, the little guy unconsciously became frustrated again, hanging down The little head "reviewed" itself, "Sister Wang, don't be angry, next time, next time I will be optimistic about Putao."
"Meow meow? Meow—"
The cat was held in the arms of the princess, and it panicked for a while, and after being scratched by Lin Lang a few times, it immediately became bald with comfort.
Little Ramses looked on enviously, and his intention of wanting to be hugged by his sister was very straightforward.
"Don't run around next time."
Sister Wang stroked the smooth fur of the cat with her slender fingers, and her voice was so gentle that it was a mess.
Lin Lang returned the kitten to the little master.
Little Ramses took it slowly, seeing that Lin Lang was about to straighten up, he immediately grabbed the hem of her clothes with one free hand.
"... What are you doing?" The eldest sister was as indifferent as ever, as if the warmth just now was just an illusion.
The black-haired boy bit his lips and begged her pitifully, "Rameses wants to be hugged by my sister too." After speaking, the little guy's ears burst into red, he lowered his head a little awkwardly, his thick eyelashes trembling, and endured I couldn't help but peek at her reaction.
"It's late, you should go to bed."
Lin Lang has a heart of stone and is unmoved by it.
The little guy's face paled instantly.
Lin Lang walked past the person without looking sideways, and the gold bracelet on her wrist made a slight sound.
There was a sudden pull from behind.
She stopped.
"Why...why not Ramses?"
The cub wailed in frailty, longing for the pity and sympathy of the older patron.
Lin Lang glanced at the shadow of the stone wall, and grabbed the hem of her clothes with a small hand.
She suddenly felt strange.
The shadow was set off by the bright candlelight very strangely, her skirt raised half an arc, like the wings of a butterfly, and was tightly grasped by a slender hand, as if she only wanted to express her rejection. The thin and fragile wings will be ruthlessly torn apart by innocent children until they are bloody and bloody.
Lin Lang stretched out her hand and pulled back her waistcoat bit by bit.
She left with the maid.
The kitten snuggled up to the lonely little master, currying favor with him with its soft tail.
The little guy bent down, held the silver-haired kitten carefully, and imitated Lin Lang, rubbing that soft belly.
"Meow-"
The kitten meowed comfortably.
"Look at you, how much you please my sister." Little Ramses bent his amber eyes.
The next day, Lin Lang was woken up by the maid's panicked voice.
"Your Majesty, the cat, the cat is dead..."
The maid trembled.
For the Egyptians, cats are the incarnation of the moon god Best and the messenger of the night. Illegal hunting is absolutely prohibited, otherwise it will cause public anger.
Lin Lang was thoughtful, "Did a cat die?"
The young girl shook her head desperately, her eyes filled with tears due to excessive fear.
"All the cats in the palace are dead! Still, still..."
"What else?"
Linlang's eyes suddenly became sharp.
The maid's lips trembled and she lay limp on the ground, seemingly unable to utter a word.
"Mo, Your Highness Mos... died suddenly..."
Her Royal Highness narrowed her slender eyes.
Her cards, for the first time, were cut halfway.