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Seeing Bai Feixiao turn and leave, the bandit leader suddenly shouted.
"Brother, wait a minute!"
People around looked at him strangely.
I saw the bandit leader ran away, and soon ran back, raised his hands above his head, and offered... a piece of baked black cake.
Everyone's expressions were subtle, and some even took a few steps back.
"Please be sure to finish eating."
The bandit leader looked solemn, as if he was holding a precious sacred object.
Bai Fei smiled and refused, "I won't eat."
It will kill God.
The other party scratched his head, "But, but, these are the pancakes that Miss made after being burned and crying twice."
Bai Fei smiled: "..."
That woman would always do some weird things, which caused a sensation no less than a nuclear weapon with huge lethality, and took pleasure in harming batch after batch of innocent little fish.
He was the first fish to bear the brunt.
But the other party is very confident, always patting her chest and saying that she will do well next time.
Oh, he believes that she is a ghost.
Bai Feixiao remembered that the last time they were some normal red fruits, after her storm cooking, she successfully brought down a group of strong men. That day, the robbers were all soft-legged, holding small hands, and helping each other to solve the problem. There are three urgent questions.
He finally reached out to take the poisonous cake, squeezed it, and it was baked like a brick... Did he want to break his teeth directly
The robbers couldn't help admiring their eldest brother.
Look, this is called a man!
This is called love!
What a great love.
Under the reverent eyes of the robbers, Bai Feixiao walked into the desert carrying the pancakes.
In the yellow sand all over the sky, his figure gradually disappeared, and he was no longer seen.
Six years passed in a flash.
This is the sixth year of Ramses II's reign. He is young and handsome, brave and wise. After Syria and Nubia were included in the territory of the sun, the Hittite Empire was also completely subdued at the feet of the Pharaoh, and traveled thousands of miles to offer their precious princesses in order to conclude a peace treaty.
The city of Thebes has expanded several times, hundreds of city gates stand majesticly, soldiers with swords and lively people walk alternately, and there is prosperity everywhere.
At this time, the man who had worked all day was resting under the palm tree, drinking cold ale, talking excitedly about the Hittite princess and her marriage.
"I was also lucky at that time. I squeezed to the front and was able to see the beauty of the princess. It is really unforgettable."
"God, you kid, I said why you disappeared without saying a word!"
"Wow, you are so lucky! Then what did you see, isn't the princess beautiful?"
The man who witnessed the princess's beauty coughed.
The people around understood, and immediately offered the bread in the basket to others, with longing in their eyes, "Tell me, what does the princess look like, we have never seen a princess from other countries before!"
"Of course it's beautiful!" The man was extremely relieved, picked up the wine bottle, took another big gulp, wiped the wine stains on his neck, the aftertaste seemed to smash his mouth.
"How beautiful? Where is the beauty?"
"It's just beautiful!" the man said dryly.
There was a hiss from the others.
The man's face turned red. Fortunately, his skin was tanned, so it wasn't too obvious. He became a little annoyed, and spoke with a rough and heavy accent from Lower Egypt, emphasizing, "It's true, I have never seen such a good-looking person!"
Someone laughed and teased him, "What about our queen? I remember a guy saying that there is no one more beautiful than her, even the goddess Isis can't take away half of her charm. Tsk, it's just a few A month ago, you rebelled, and the queen does not have such a heartless subject as you."
"That's right! Matt just has no conscience!" The young boys next to him heard it and quickly agreed.
Men are embarrassed by this.
Well, at that time, he squeezed to the front and saw the princess's appearance. She was indeed better maintained than ordinary women, she was better at dressing up, and she was more beautiful.
But he had good eyesight, and at the same time he saw the wrinkles on the princess's face.
After all, the woman is thirty-seven years old, and her skin is naturally not as fresh as the girl's.
However, against the backdrop of gorgeous costumes and ornaments, the princess is still an unattainable noble goddess in the eyes of common people.
"The king and queen are the most beautiful gods, and the princess is a human being. There is no comparison between the two!" , Love the Queen!
Everyone knew that Matt was the Queen's loyalist, so they made fun of him for a while.
Someone followed this topic and said, "Hey, do you think the old man will accept this Hittite princess as his concubine?"
"Probably not. The Pharaoh only took in seven concubines last year. Counting, there are thirty or forty concubines in the palace, hehe."
Sometimes during celebration ceremonies, the pharaoh would bring his concubines out to accept the worship of the people, and the scene was very spectacular.
"What's thirty or forty people?" The young man chewing a baguette couldn't help interjecting, "Pharaoh has made great achievements in battle and is the son of the gods. It's not unusual to get a hundred people!"
The man who kept silent earlier immediately became anxious, "Well, how can it work? What about the queen? There are so many concubines before the eldest son is born. What if Pharaoh..."
He was really worried about the queen, and his eyes were red at this time.
Matt is an honest man who is too ordinary to be more ordinary. He has been interpreting monotony, dullness, and depression all his life. He repeats work, then eats and sleeps. He has no love partner and no commendable memories.
Except that day.
During the celebration parade celebrating the Mother of the Nile that day, he was pushed and shoved by the crowd, accidentally broke through the soldiers' defensive line, and fell in front of the chariot with a bang.
The noisy crowd suddenly fell silent.
Just when he was in a state of panic and thought he was going to die, the queen on the chariot lifted the curtain and the golden bell, and asked him in a gentle voice if he was all right.
Matt thought he had seen God.
The queen has black and thick hair, a lapis lazuli Eye of Horus on her forehead, her face is as white as ivory, and every part of her beauty is just right, even the bright sunlight is overshadowed.
He was moved almost immediately.
Afterwards, Matt stayed up all night and strongly condemned his evil thoughts while tossing and turning.
The queen does not pursue his fault, but he is blaspheming the noble and kind queen!
He really doesn't deserve to be a human being!
Matt carefully enshrined the queen in the most sacred corner of his heart. Every time he met a festival or a temple celebration, he was always the first to clean himself up, and then exerted the strength of special training, Break through the siege of the crowd.
Just, just to see her again.
Maybe she will never know that among the noisy crowd, there is an unknown person who loves her silently.
For some, one look is a lifetime.
Not only Matt, but the queen's peerless beauty attracted many noble children, and they also paid attention to the movements of the palace.
The news of Princess Hittite's order to get married has spread throughout the palace. The concubines are generally impatient, but Isenofreite remains calm. She is the daughter of a nobleman in Lower Egypt and the first concubine Ramesses married after Queen Nefertari. She is only twenty years old this year—in the Pharaoh’s bedroom, she is basically a young and beautiful concubine of fifteen or sixteen years old. .
At one point, the ministers deduced that the pharaoh had an aversion to older women.
"Your Highness, the Hittite has been taken back to the palace by the king, why are you not in a hurry?" The maid raised her voice anxiously, "What if the king favors her?"
"Shh, be quiet, the eldest prince finally fell asleep." Isenofret looked soft. She looked at the five-year-old son on the bed lovingly, and stroked the child's white and tender arms.
"The queen didn't say anything, what are we in a hurry for?"
A trace of contempt flashed in the maid's eyes, "The queen... the queen is just a status symbol, and the king basically doesn't go to her side. Why do you respect her so much? Besides, your father and brother deliberately let her go. Your majesty will appoint the eldest prince as the heir as soon as possible, and when the time comes, mothers are more expensive than children, and your majesty may abolish Nefertari and let you be the new queen."
Isenofret smiled slightly, but said without retorting, "You, you are thinking too far."
"According to the book, she didn't think too far."
A gentle and soft voice came from the side.
Isenofret was stunned, and she turned her head.
The queen was standing outside the window, looking at the master and servant with a smile.
In the past few years, although the queen accompanied the pharaoh to attend many important events, as a concubine, Isenofret was placed in the lower position and rarely had the opportunity to face the queen, and the pharaoh did not allow anyone to set foot in the queen's bedroom. Isenofret watched from a distance most of the time, only seeing a slender figure with thick black hair and snow-white skin standing beside the Pharaoh.
She was said to be the most beautiful queen that ever lived, a great royal wife, and the most revered mistress of Upper and Lower Egypt.
In the hearts of the people, no matter how many concubines the pharaoh welcomes, the queen will always be irreplaceable.
Hearing this kind of folk rhetoric, Isenofreit was naturally unconvinced. She didn't know that Lin Lang's Nefertari identity was fabricated, so she thought she was two years younger than Ramses, so the queen was at least twenty-nine years old now.
A woman who is almost thirty years old is no longer youthful, so how can she compare with a young woman who is twenty years old
However, at this moment, Isenoflet and the maid looked at the queen outside the window. Her hair is still black and thick, and her eyes are still clear and bright. Since she has never given birth to a child, her skin is firm and her abdomen is smooth. capital.
"The empress came here this time to discuss with you about the successor." The queen raised her red lips slightly, "It seems that it is unnecessary."
"The eldest prince doesn't have a mother who knows how to advance and retreat. This disappoints the empress."
Lin Lang left a meaningful sentence and left with the maid.
A pair of master and servant were left looking at each other.
"The queen..." Isenofret's throat seemed to be blocked by a ball of cotton, and he was speechless.
The maid also wanted to cry, but how did she know that the queen would come to the door specially today? Luckily, she overheard the conversation between the two "waste queen"
She suppressed her panic and comforted her master, "The king has always loved you, even if the queen sues, he will not be willing to punish you."
Isenoflet's frantic heartbeat gradually calmed down, and some sweetness and pride gushed out again.
"You are right, the king is reluctant."
She waited from the afternoon to the evening, and the palace was very calm, which relieved Isenofret, and made her sure that the queen "can't make any troubles".
"Da da da-"
Footsteps came.
She greeted her overjoyed, "Why are you here? Didn't you say today..."
The woman's words suddenly disappeared in Pharaoh's heavy eyes.
"What did you tell the queen?"
Isenoflet said, "I, I didn't say anything..."
She showed her usual docile and innocent appearance. In the past, the king liked her the most, and she could be vague about any mistakes.
"Didn't you say anything?" Pharaoh sneered, "If you didn't say anything, would the queen want to move out of the palace?"
Move out of the palace
Isenofret had a moment of ecstasy.
If the queen is gone, does that mean she will become the master of this glorious palace
"Stop dreaming." The hostess of the palace brutally shattered her fantasy, "Except for Nefertari, you have no right to sit on the throne of the Mistress of Egypt."
The woman's face suddenly paled.
Didn't it mean that the king has despised the queen? What is going on now
"You'd better beg the queen's forgiveness quickly."
Ramses II said lightly, "If you can't make her change her mind, get out of Egypt."
"Kings!"
Hearing these unfeeling words, Isenofret couldn't help screaming uncontrollably.
Her movement woke up the child on the bed. After rubbing his eyes, he subconsciously called the initial mother.
"Queen... Heh." The pharaoh smiled strangely, "It seems that you have a certain chance of winning the position of queen, really good ambition."
If she has it too, she won't be afraid that she won't be able to pinch her weakness.
"Your Majesty, I, I am not..." She explained incoherently.
Ramses didn't bother to pay attention to her, turned around and left the palace.
He went to a remote abode, the last visit of the king was six months ago.
The young maids were very happy to see him coming, but there were some ignorant ones who blocked Ramses' path and said sternly, "The queen ordered you not to go in."
Ramses glanced at the maid, she was very familiar, she was the guy who intercepted him at Jinghu last time.
New and old hatred added, this "loyal" maid was dragged away by the guards covering her mouth, and he calmly stepped into the room.
What catches the eye is a gorgeous and exquisite open-air lotus pond.
Because Lin Lang was imprisoned in the palace by Ramses, she couldn't go out alone, and even the temple became a forbidden place. Perhaps to compensate her, Ramses spent a lot of manpower and energy building a small clean lake for her in the bedroom, and planted a few blue water lilies here and there.
"Kings!"
The maids were waiting for the queen to take a bath. Out of the corner of her eye, she saw a slender figure, and hurriedly knelt to greet her.
One of the maids was originally holding the essential oil, but with a slip of her hand, the alabaster essence bottle rolled to Ramses' feet.
The girls held their breath nervously.
The maid who lost her hand was trembling all the time, unable to utter a single word of begging for mercy.
As the pharaoh's power increased day by day, the sense of oppression he brought was more than ever.
In the suffocating atmosphere, Pharaoh bent down slightly, picked up the essence bottle with two fingers together, and held it in the palm of his hand to play with it carefully.
"You go out first."
His voice was moody.
The girls did not dare to look back at their mistress, and left quickly with their heads down.
After all the people had left, Ramses rolled his eyelids and glanced at the people not far away.
She should have just finished bathing, not yet dressed, and was waiting for the maid to apply the sesame oil for her skin care. The wet black hair was loosely coiled on the top of her head, leaving only a lock on her cheek. Her shoulders were stretched, her waist and abdomen were flat, and tiny drops of water slid down her legs to her ankles.
Ramses' eyes dimmed, and he walked over, and in the midst of Lin Lang's exclamation, he forcibly took off the waistcoat she was about to tie.
He opened the essence bottle, and the smell of frankincense came to him, which was cold and slightly sweet.
Ramses poured some frankincense essential oil into his palm, rubbed it, and rubbed it on Lin Lang's neck.
His hands are thicker and rougher than those of an adult male. He has drawn the bow and drawn the sword, and has dominated thousands of lives and deaths.
At this moment, these hands stained with countless blood were patiently and meticulously applying essential oil to a woman. There was a hard callus on his fingertips, and while rubbing, he left light red marks on Lin Lang's skin.
"Your Majesty, I'll do it myself." She frowned uncomfortably, and he deliberately increased the intensity, just like a blunt knife grinding flesh.
Ramses' Adam's apple moved slightly, and he smiled, "Why, do you think I'm interested in an aging body that is almost forty years old? My palace is full of fresh, young, and moving girls' bodies. If you enjoy them, enjoy them too, it won't be your turn. Don't be sentimental, the noble Pharaoh is not interested in old women."
Lin Lang pouted secretly.
You said such righteous words, but your body is promising. Don't pitch a tent when you see her.
Moreover, Lin Lang realized that his hands stayed on certain parts for too long, and he almost didn't want to let go at all.
"Um… "
He tried his best to restrain his panting, fine beads of sweat appeared on his forehead.
The amber eyes were no longer as clear as before, but some bloodshot eyes appeared on the contrary, and the strong passion/desire seemed to be gushing out.
Taking advantage of his beastly behavior, Lin Lang squeezed his hand that was protruding downwards, "Your Majesty, I remember you said just now that you are not interested in the body of a forty-year-old woman."
Ramses panted slightly, her warm breath soaking her skin.
He rubbed her, trembling all over, barely kept his voice clear in his confusion, and said in a low voice, "You heard me wrong, I never said it."
This is what it means to not admit it.
"Snapped-"
Ramses pressed Lin Lang on the ebony chair next to her, with her collarbone wrapped around her collarbone with her tongue, and her flesh was wet.
"Open your legs." He ordered her a little violently, "Let me in."
But Lin Lang still stopped him.
She raised her head, her black hair fell down, and the ends of her hair brushed his arm, outlining the meaning of lingering.
"You can do it if you want. But if you want to enter this door, you have to agree to one condition."
He raised his head from her chest, his eyes were bloodshot, hiding a beast that wanted to eat.
"... what conditions?"
His life has been entrusted to her, so what kind of conditions are there
"Open the gates of Thebes—"
"You left me? Left Egypt? You still want to find that kid?"
Ramses woke up in an instant, a series of questions he didn't even want to ask, his eyes full of desire were covered with a layer of shadow.
If she said yes, he would bite her throat right now.
"I've said it before, I won't give you a chance to leave here, just die."
"Six years, isn't six years enough?" The gentle and quiet queen seemed to be a little angry, but she endured it again, showing a hint of pleading, "Rameses, I beg you, my sister, can you let me go, you Look, you have so many young concubines, all of them are younger and more beautiful than me, and they are more understanding than me, isn't it good enough for them to serve you?"
Ramses II smiled strangely, "Okay, of course they serve you well. After all, you handpicked them out, so how dare you say no?"
"Then... what do you think?" There was a hint of longing in her expression.
"Me? What do I think? Is this important to a sister who has her own heart?"
Pharaoh lowered his eyes, and slowly brushed the hair on the side of her neck, so that he could have a clear view.
There was a cool breeze blowing around, and the fragrance of lotus was sweet, but it was difficult for him to suppress the double riots of body and spirit.
"Of, of course it's important." She endured the explicit aggression of his fiery gaze.
"Okay, you are indeed my good sister." He hooked the corners of his lips and gave her a hearty smile, as if he had returned to his youthful youth, "I can let my sister leave, but, relatively speaking, You also have to promise me one condition."
She was taken aback for a moment, then grabbed his hand excitedly, "Say."
Let's see how cruel you little wolf cub can be.
Ramses looked at her hand, the wrist suddenly turned over, and the slender fingers were inserted into the gap between her fingers, interlocking with hers.
The man slowly bent down, like a shadow covering the sky and the sun.
The Egyptian pharaoh wore a red and white crown, with the central serpent's head bent down, revealing a blood-red letter. I don't know if it's Lin Lang's illusion, but she always feels that this golden snake is alive, staring at her sinisterly, just like its master, wishing to tear her to pieces.
A collar made of gold and agate hung on Ramses' neck, and the earrings were dark red thick garnets. The hard bronze skin seemed to be coated with a layer of black oil, and the muscles were built, full of strong hormonal masculinity. The sweat beads on his arms shimmered in the sun, making him look taller and fitter.
He supported her ear with one hand, his smooth shoulder blades raised like two heavy mountains, ready to crush her into powder at any moment.
Lin Lang turned her head in front of the oppressive chest of the other party, not to look at his male Adam's apple that was rising and falling due to swallowing saliva - this really made her feel like she would be crushed to pieces for him to eat immediately illusion.
Very creepy.
Fortunately, he coveted covetously, and did not make a shocking move.
Lin Lang was relieved, and didn't even care about the small movement of Ramses biting her earlobe.
Then, she heard the younger brother Pharaoh say slowly, "I want to skin you, eat your bones, rape your corpse."
Lin Lang: "..."
Baby, wake up.