A scholar’s ​​path to becoming a god

"Pharaoh?" Sheng Zhiyu understood Nile and frowned slightly, "I will tell the imperial doctor. Thank you Princess Wuya."

The guard immediately went back to resume his duties.

"Junior sister, what did he say?" Song Qiran asked.

Sheng Zhiyu said: "He said that the assassin last night was found and had the mark of the Pharaoh's guard on his body, but this cannot be fully believed."

Song Qiran nodded: "It's probably to sow discord."

Sheng Zhiyu said: "Ignore her for now, just be careful. If her purpose is to make us doubt the Pharaoh, she will probably not take action again before arriving in Rome."

"Okay, I'll listen to you." Song Qiran said gently.

Sheng Zhiyu suddenly felt a little embarrassed. Although Song Qiran didn't do anything, she just felt a little ambiguous.

Seeing Sheng Zhiyu's shy look, Song Qiran couldn't help but think of the scene last night, and her breathing became disordered: "Junior sister, you are so beautiful."

Sheng Zhiyu's face turned red: "Senior Brother, what happened to you today? Why did you praise me for no reason?"

"It's nothing, just what I feel." Song Qiran smiled, the friendship in his eyes was no longer concealed, and the forbearance of the past was completely gone.

Sheng Zhiyu only felt more and more ashamed. She always thought that she was very thick-skinned, but when faced with Song Qiran's behavior, she couldn't resist: "Elder brother, why do I feel that something is wrong with you today?"

Song Qiran took a step closer calmly: "What's wrong?"

Sheng Zhiyu retreated reflexively, but Song Qiran grabbed his waist.

Song Qiran chuckled and said: "If you go further, you will fall into the sea."

Sheng Zhiyu didn't know what was wrong with him, and his heartbeat was beating like a drum: "Thank you, senior brother. Maybe it's because I had a dream last night and I'm a little nervous."

Song Qiran's breath was suffocated: "What kind of dream is it?"

Sheng Zhiyu didn't dare to look at him. She couldn't say it was that kind of dream.

The feeling in sleep is intense and reaches the soul, with a hazy romance, which is comfortable and memorable.

She even felt that it was not a dream, but a reality. She felt so comfortable that her bones were numb, and she subconsciously wanted more.

Until the pot seemed to be filled with boiling water, which made her limbs tremble.

She had never had such a dream before, and she didn't know why she suddenly dreamed about it last night.

Sheng Zhiyu looked at Song Qiran and felt that it was because he was sleeping next to him that he had his own wild thoughts: "Elder brother, there should be no assassins today."

The implication was to let him go back to sleep.

"Junior sister had a dream last night, was it because of me?" Song Qiran's arm was still around Sheng Zhiyu.

"No, no!" Sheng Zhiyu denied reflexively.

Song Qiran's eyes moved slightly, knowing that Sheng Zhiyu subconsciously felt what he had done. He leaned close to Sheng Zhiyu's ear and said, "If not, why is Junior Sister rushing to drive me away?"

Warm breath hit his ears, Sheng Zhiyu's body trembled, and he hurriedly pushed Song Qiran away: "I'm talking nonsense, I didn't drive you away."

"Junior sister, what did you dream about? I feel like you are troubled. I am a doctor, I should be able to help you." After Song Qiran finished speaking, he added, "Don't hide your illness and avoid medical treatment."

He dared to ask, but Sheng Zhiyu didn't dare to tell.

She couldn't say that it was because she had dirty thoughts about Song Qiran that she had the spring dream.

Do you want to be a human being again in the future?

Seeing that she refused to tell, Song Qiran suggested, "Why not, if you still have nightmares tonight, you can tell me."

Sheng Zhiyu nodded: "I'm going back to catch up on my sleep first."

After saying that, he ran away.

Every second she spent with Song Qiran, she felt her body softening uncontrollably.

Song Qiran looked at Sheng Zhiyu's back and knew that she was not completely indifferent to him.

In the following days, Sheng Zhiyu still had that kind of dream, and the scale of the dream became bigger and bigger every night.

Her eyes towards Song Qiran became more and more evasive.

Finally, the giant ship arrived at the port of Rome. Princess Wuya, dressed in a golden feather dress, was carried into the city gate in a sedan chair by several guards.

The Roman Emperor Francis naturally welcomed him personally.

Sheng Zhiyu looked at Francis. As the brother of Queen Nile, this emperor was very handsome and very young, probably less than thirty years old.

It's just the ambition between his brows that shows that this person is no ordinary person.

As a princess of a country, Princess Wuya can speak Roman. She greeted Francis immediately and then talked politely.

As the accompanying messenger of the Cat God, Sheng Zhiyu's status was also very distinguished. In addition, her appearance was so grand that she quickly attracted Francis' attention.

"Your Royal Highness, this messenger does not seem to be a Nile?" Francis asked.

Princess Wuya said: "She is from an ancient eastern country and her bloodline is noble."

Francis asked in surprise: "Are you from the country of silk?"

Sheng Zhiyu replied in Roman: "Exactly."

Song Qiran couldn't understand Roman either, but he wasn't in a hurry, after all, the system didn't prompt him.

After Francis chatted with Sheng Zhiyu for a few words, he became more and more interested in her: "I wonder if the envoy can get married?"

The corner of Sheng Zhiyu's mouth twitched. Could it be that she was attracted by the Roman Emperor: "Your Majesty, my husband is in Nile and has not been on an envoy to your country with me."

Francis felt a little regretful: "I was the one who was abrupt."

Princess Wuya looked at Francis, smiled slightly, and didn't say much.

However, Sheng Zhiyu felt that there was no sense of tension between Princess Wuya and Francis. They should obviously have a hostile relationship.

"The princess has come all the way, why don't you try my baths in Rome?" Francis suggested.

Princess Wuya said: "Okay, thank you for your hospitality."

The Roman Baths are very famous because the Romans loved bathing culture.

In the early days, more emphasis was placed on maintaining good morals in bathhouses. Men and women had to bathe separately, and bathing time was limited to daytime hours.

But things changed later. Men and women mixed and bathed together at night. As a result, the bathhouse degenerated into a place of lasciviousness, and molestation of women and lewdness occurred one after another.

But Sheng Zhiyu didn't know if the bathhouse here would be like this.

Everyone has invited me, so it would obviously be inappropriate not to go.

When Sheng Zhiyu actually entered the bathhouse, he was still shocked.

The main building of the bathhouse is rectangular and completely symmetrical. On the longitudinal axis are the hot water hall, warm water hall and cold water hall.

There are entrances and changing rooms, massage rooms, olive oil and soap rooms, steaming rooms, etc. on both sides.

The equipment is astonishingly complete.

"Elder brother, I saw Princess Wuya and Francis going to a bathhouse alone. They were probably talking about something. I used the invisibility tool to check out the situation. You can enjoy yourself here and be sure not to pick up the soap." Sheng Zhiyu explained. For a moment.

Song Qiran asked: "How long does your invisibility prop last?"

Sheng Zhiyu said: "It started out as half an hour, and every time a copy passed, it seemed to be randomly upgraded. It seems that it can be used for forty-five minutes now."

Song Qiran nodded: "Well, you must pay attention to the time and don't get discovered."

After Sheng Zhiyu agreed, he used the invisibility props and then disappeared from Song Qiran's eyes.

There are many bathhouses in the bathhouse. Song Qiran was currently the only one in the bathhouse, so he took off his clothes and soaked in the bathhouse.

Sheng Zhiyu secretly sneaked into the bathhouse where Princess Wuya and Francis were.

Before she could get closer, she heard the sound of men having sex and women making love.

She was a little surprised. The Roman emperor was only in his twenties, so his taste wouldn't be so strange...

But it was obvious that she was overthinking it, because it was not the Emperor of Rome and Princess Wuya who were having fun in the bath, but Princess Wuya and several male favorites.

Those male favorites all seemed to be Hebrews.

The Roman Emperor sat aside quite calmly, watching the mandarin ducks playing in the water in front of him: "How do you think about what I said, princess?"

Princess Wuya was hugging the neck of a male favorite: "If I ascend the throne, I will marry you immediately. You will be the king and I will be the queen.

You can find a mistress after marriage, but I have one condition. The crown representing the queen must be given to me.

After all, the desert light on the crown was brought by my great-grandmother when she married in Rome. "

Sheng Zhiyu: "?"

Good guy, what a good guy.

She thought that Francis married his sister to Nile and gave her a son in order to bring Roman blood to the Nile royal family.

In the end, Princess Wuya was killed directly, saying that she would give up Nile directly?

The key is that if he decides to get married, he will be watching his future wife cuckold him in front of him.

Francis smiled and said, "That's the best, but can your brother's blood really resurrect that Hebrew slave?"