Under Marge's careful treatment, Ramses' toothache symptoms soon improved.
"This is the last time to apply the medicine. As long as you don't eat the papyrus seedlings too often, your toothache will not happen again." Margot carefully applied the medicine on his cheek while talking.
"Understood, long-winded!" He turned his face angrily.
"You still think I'm long-winded? Then don't come to me if you get sick again in the future!" She worked a little harder, and was satisfied to see the other party's distorted expression due to pain.
"You bold woman!" He grabbed her hand.
Her face turned red, and she was about to speak, but she saw the servants in the palace hurried in, and said worriedly: "Second prince! The lion with the head brought from Lower Egypt, I don't know why something I don’t even eat it, it looks like I’m sick!”
"Are you sick?" Ramses stood up immediately, put on his cloak and strode out, saying, "Margo, come with me too."
The lions were all sent to a closed enclosure near the palace, not only from Lower Egypt, but also from Libya all the way. Each lion is locked in a large wooden cage alone, and as long as someone approaches them, they bark their teeth and growl at people in an extremely unfriendly manner.
However, when Ramses and the enemy killer appeared together, their arrogance seemed to be suppressed a little, and it seemed that they were a little afraid of Ramses.
But for Margo, they were completely ignored, and they were almost united in threatening the little girl who didn't know what to do with growls and stares.
These bullying lions... Margot stared at them angrily, and asked angrily, "Which lion is sick? I think they are all very healthy!"
Ramses suppressed a smile, pointed to one of the listless lions and said, "It should be this one, right?"
Margot stepped forward, babbling a lot before approaching it. Her long-winded communication really worked, and the lion slowly put away its hostility and allowed her to approach.
Margo soon found out the cause. She quickly took out a knife made of copper and wooden handle from the leather case, and ordered the attendants to prepare some lilies.
"What's wrong with it?" Ramses raised his eyebrows curiously.
"There is something growing on its right leg, which needs to be removed immediately. The lily has an anesthetic effect, so it won't be too painful." After finishing speaking, she skillfully tore open the lily flowers picked by her attendants and smashed them It became mushy.
The lion also lay there quite humanly, motionless, allowing her to administer anesthesia to it.
"Is this really okay?" Ramses showed a puzzled look.
"If you don't believe me, I'll change." She glanced at him, "By the way, why are you still here? Go aside, don't get in the way here."
"What? How dare you say I'm in the way?" Ramses choked on this sentence, but after thinking about it, he suppressed his unhappiness and walked to the side angrily. This bold woman is becoming more and more lawless!
It didn't take long for Margo to complete the operation on the lion, carefully wrapping the wound with gauze. She touched the lion's head with a smile, and said in a low voice, "Don't worry, good girl, you will be fine soon."
The lion rubbed her hand docilely, which made her feel unbelievable that the other lions also seemed to show a friendly attitude towards her, and the low growl was more like a kind of thanks.
"What's going on here?" She was also a little puzzled.
"Maybe it's thanks to you for saving their companion." Ramesses walked over and checked the lion's wound.
"Ah, I see!" She laughed excitedly, "Look, Ramses! This is the only lioness, it must be the lover of my dreams thanks to me for curing them, that's why they treat me so friendly!"
Ramses raised his lips noncommittally: "Only you, an idiot, would think that."
"Then you let an idiot help, does that mean you are worse than an idiot?" This time her reaction was surprisingly quick. But soon she knew the heavy price she was about to pay for showing off her tongue.
Uncharacteristically, he didn't get angry, but smiled brighter: "By the way, since the lions are so friendly to you, then come and help me train these lions together."
"Eh?"
"Hey what, this is the order of the prince!"
In the days that followed, Margot had to take over the job depressingly. If it weren't for the difficult task of finding something like that, she really wanted to quit. In this way, she spends less time in the temple. Finding something like that is even more distant.
These days, she finally got to know the lions slowly, and thanks to the relationship with the beautiful lion, she seemed to communicate with them pretty well. It's just that one of the lions, who has a black spot on his left ear, always seems to be unhappy and treats her indifferently. During this period, Prince Turner also visited her several times, and brought her delicious food and drinks each time he came, and Margot's favorability for him increased linearly.
After a while, Margot and the lions gradually became more and more acquainted. She simply adopted the method of raising and training the lions, which was quite effective. And Ramses completely left this arduous task to her, and he didn't come a few times in total. At this time, in order to celebrate Ramses' restoration of vision, countries from all over the world came to Memphis to pay tribute, and Seti I also held a grand banquet for this.
On the day of the banquet, Margot had just finished enjoying an Egyptian-style bath and massage, when a group of maids rushed to her room with a lot of things and dressed her up without any explanation.
"Miss Margot, the second prince ordered you to attend the banquet." The older maid looked her up and down and said.
"What! I'm not going!" She was taken aback.
"Don't go? This is the second prince's order!" The maid ignored her struggle and ordered the rest of the people loudly, "Don't do anything!"
After a lot of tossing and torture, Margot finally saw her current appearance.
A mixture of henna and lettuce seed oil from the Nile Delta dyed her lips red, and the inner edges of her eyes were drawn with black and clear eyeliner with galbal powder, and the green eye shadow made of malachite powder was lightly brushed on the edge of the eyes. , a layer of pink ocher powder was lightly smeared on the cheeks, and the gold headdress carved into the shape of a lotus flower from turquoise and malachite shone on the sideburns, and there were faint bursts of waves on the black and soft hair, which is the most popular nowadays. Aroma of labdanum from Greece and Crete.
To be honest, she had never seen such a beautiful side of herself.
After changing into a white sari dress, she was brought into the banquet hall by the maids in a daze.
As soon as she entered the magnificent hall, she saw Ramses leaning on a piece of leopard skin. His long, smooth black hair shone with a beautiful luster, and the dark green eyeliner around his eyes made his eyes even darker and more mysterious. No matter what time it was, this man was always as dazzling as the Son of the Sun.
Ramses was also watching her, with an unpredictable look in his eyes.
"Margo, you're here, take your seat quickly." Pharaoh beckoned her to sit aside.
Margo glanced at Ramses, and his face clearly said "Hurry up, sit here!" These big characters, although she was very unhappy with his attitude, her feet were still unaffected. He walked towards him in a controlled manner.
But as soon as he moved a step, he heard another familiar voice beside him: "Margo, sit here."
She turned her head and saw that it was Prince Turner, who was smiling and pointing to the position beside her. Looking again, many people turned their attention to him.
Although he prefers to sit next to that guy, if he refuses Prince Turner, he will be a little embarrassed in front of so many people. Thinking of Prince Turner's usual care for her, she hesitated for a moment, but walked to Turner's side.
The atmosphere at the banquet was very lively, and the envoys from various countries dressed in different ways. The Nubian envoy wore a loincloth cut from leopard skin, covered with a pleated skirt, with colorful feathers on his head, and silver Earrings and a big bracelet. The Messengers of Crete had long and short black hair, and wore a concave loincloth with lace borders. The clean faces of the Messengers from Lebanon had pointed noses... Asher clapped his hands, I saw more than a dozen graceful and unparalleled Persian dancers coming to the music, and their soft and charming dancing postures pushed the atmosphere in the hall to a climax. While twisting their snake-like waists, they Boldly danced in front of the Pharaoh and the guests, teasing these men passionately and coquettishly.
Margo stared at one of the beauties who was swaying in front of Ramses, and suddenly felt a sense of irritability for no reason.
"Margo, try it. This is our unique sugar cake in Egypt. It is made of frankincense, aromatic sedge and balsam mixed with honey. It tastes very sweet." Turner handed over a plate without losing the opportunity.
As soon as Margot stretched out her hand, Turner's hand seemed to slip, and the plate fell under the table. The two bent down to look for it almost at the same time, but they just happened to bump into each other.
"Are you all right, Margot?" Turner worriedly reached out and touched her bumped forehead.
"It's okay, it's okay, my head is hard, I think it's you who has something to do." She smiled softly while rubbing, and Turner also laughed.
"Come on, try this." Turner approached her, "Don't drop it now."
At this time, Margot didn't notice Ramses' expression at all. He was staring at the two men with a gloomy face. From the beginning, he had been patiently not having an attack, but now, the slight annoyance lingering in his chest suddenly ignited like a fuse of gunpowder, his black eyes A blade-like sharpness exploded in his pupils.
At this time, the dancer leaned over recklessly, pouring wine for him, and at the same time pressed her plump and enchanting body, which was only wrapped in a tulle, to it, rubbing it lightly, trying to arouse his interest.
"Get out of the way!" Ramses said coldly, pushing her body away vigorously, his eyes still staring at the two of them without blinking, following the back of the other woman. The dancer didn't give up, she twisted her body, leaned up again and again, tried her best, panting softly, trying to get Ramses' attention back. Unfortunately, she didn't find it at the right time. At this time, Ramses not only did not respond to her teasing at all, but also showed considerable disgust. When he saw those two people leaning close together, the string of reason in his mind was completely broken!
Waving his hand, he slapped the annoying woman next to him hard, and knocked her down mercilessly.
"Crack!" The voice was so loud that everyone could hear it, and suddenly the whole hall was silent, and all eyes were on the scene.
He stood up, sneered, threw the wine glass in his hand on the ground, and walked towards the two men with big strides under the eyes of everyone.
"I'm not feeling well, I'm going back." His voice was not loud, but he announced clearly. Although the words were addressed to Prince Turner, they stared at Margo without blinking.
Margot was a little confused about the situation, and looked at him blankly, wondering why he suddenly wanted to go back. No matter how stupid she was, she could still see that Ramses had written "I'm very upset, it's all your fault" all over his face.
Besides not sitting next to him, what did she do wrong to upset him? She couldn't figure it out even after thinking about it. She didn't seem to have spoken to him at all tonight!