Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

The bleak night was so terrifyingly silent that one could not help but hold one's breath.

Ramses looked at the woolen felt that fell on the ground, feeling dejected. He knew that the disobedient man was "disobedient" again.

If it was the past, he would definitely order the person to be captured and handed over to Mossack.

But now, there was an inexplicable anger and unexplainable emotion deep in his heart.

Without calling any generals, he directly lifted the sword on the shelf, opened the curtain and strode out.

Falcon-like stern eyes glanced around...

drink!

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the other side.

Wen Ruo felt like he was crazy.

The chaos in his heart was like thousands of elk running. Just now, he took advantage of the moment when Ramses' attention was diverted, and he had the idea of ​​running away, which was extremely strong.

He knew that no matter how he tried to escape, he might not be able to escape far, and he would be caught in the end, and the consequences would be unimaginable.

But when the soles of your feet touch the icy ground, all worries vanish.

Don't care about anything, just run, just run forward, God will bless him no matter where he is.

Wen Ruo doesn't believe in religion, but at this moment he really wants to believe that there are gods in the world.

In this way, barefoot and naked, he melted into the darkness, toward the unattainable "freedom"...

Sudden.

There was a chill in my ears.

In an instant, before he could turn his head away completely, someone hugged him by the waist, and a cry of exclamation came at the same time, but someone covered his lips.

The moment his body was about to fall, he caught a glimpse of the cold face of the man throwing the sword in the distance from the corner of his eye, and glared at him angrily. Are you angry?

Wen Ruo suddenly felt relieved.

I almost forgot that I was being hugged by someone, falling from a height together.

The place where the Egyptian soldiers were stationed was by the river, and Ramses stabbed through the air with a sword, and the people beside him held him and twirled a few somersaults in the air before falling into the river behind him.

Feeling icy cold, Wen Ruo was dragged out of the cold water, his clothes were completely soaked, and he didn't wear any shoes on his feet.

A gust of wind blew past, making his lips turn purple from the cold, and his body convulsed.

He looked at the person next to him, a strange and tall man, dressed in black with a night traveler hat on his head, handsome features, deep outline, a pair of bright blue eyes, even if he fell into the water, he still showed elegance and nobility.

It's just that this strange man's hand is now ticking with blood.

It was the sword that Ramses threw over just now, and he was mistakenly injured when he took himself to dodge.

Who is this guy?Are they also captured slaves?

Whoever he was, just now, he saved him.

Wen Ruo felt grateful.

I was just about to walk over to thank him and look at his wounds.

He heard the footsteps of a large number of officers not far away.

With a "pop", a flaming arrow shot towards them.

The man drew out the dagger at his waist and flew forward to block it, the taupe long arrow pierced and broke in two.

Regardless of the wound on his hand, he joined the war.

When leaving, he smiled brightly at Wen Ruo.

Wen Ruo barely had time to ask him what his name was, so he just said goodbye.

There was the metallic sound of swords slashing into each other in the distance.

Wen Ruo felt that his back started to hurt again.

After blowing in the wind for so long, one sneeze came after another.

Looking at the distance, the vision has been blurred, and the body fell backwards involuntarily.

I laughed at myself in my heart: I really can't do anything. In this strange time and space, running away has become a luxury.

Before his consciousness was completely annihilated, he felt his body being hugged from behind, a familiar smell. ． ． ． ．

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It's been five days since I woke up.

He looked at the familiar palace room, this is himself. ． ． ．Back in Egypt?

The moment he did it, he was slapped on the face with a "slap", and Wen Ruo was slapped with stars in his eyes.

Looking up, Ramses stared at him coldly and thought, as if he was torn apart and eaten into his stomach.

"You're not timid, huh?" Slowly approaching, whether Wen Ruo wanted to or not, he forced the other party to look at him.

"Dare to escape?"

"Did I say that you are mine, and you can't escape from my grasp even if you run away?" Wen Ruo struggled vigorously the moment her body pressed up.

Clothes and shirts were all gone, accompanied by red candles in the house, with uncontrollable mournful whimpers, and an indescribable tearing pain. ． ． ． ． ．

Done.

Ramses looked at the man's aggrieved face and patted his face: "Don't think about leaving anymore, okay?"

I am like a fish on a chopping board, ready to be slaughtered. What Ramses said to him is not a question, but a notice. Do I have the right to say no?

Consciousness gradually came back, his eyes were red with mist, and his voice was hoarse: "Where is that person? What did you do to him?"

It suddenly occurred to me that not long ago, I fell into the water and rescued a stranger I had met once.

Ramses was stunned for a moment, then mocked: "You mean the prince of Hittite?"

"It's his fate, he ran away." Speaking of this, his green eyes dimmed, that Muwa Talis, he originally wanted to kill that person, but unfortunately, Moore blocked a room for him on the way to rescue Moore. , Hittite's general died, but he was lucky enough to survive.

Hearing this, Wen Ruo secretly breathed a sigh of relief, he just ran away, he was afraid that there would be another person in the underworld when he woke up.

But, prince?

Wen Ruo was surprised again, Prince Muwa Talis?

He knew that in history, this prince was the king of the Hittite country. He was young and promising, and he won the hearts of the people during his succession.

Unexpectedly, I actually met the Hittite king in history.

Look at Ramses, the king of Egypt. I am really lucky in my life. I have met all the kings with some skills.

Suddenly realized something was wrong.

They were originally in Kadesh, why are they now in Egypt?

He saw that Ramses seemed to be different from before.

His clothes have changed, a light golden gorgeous brocade robe, a wide and flat waist belt to wear a delicately embroidered beetle (a beetle is a sacred object in Egypt) a transparent Hetian jade on the ring finger of his left hand, exquisite makeup, and the top of his head The turban has also been transformed into a king cobra logo.

His demeanor is more wild and exposed, without concealing it.

Wen Ruo intuited what happened.

Ramses seemed to see his doubts, stood up and smiled lightly: "My dear father died suddenly a week ago, this king can only temporarily spare the lives of the Nubians and come back to succeed him."

He got a secret report that Seti I died suddenly in the deep palace, and his half-brother rebelled. Hehe, I really can't see that such a low-key person hides such a tiger-wolf heart.

Fortunately, he found someone to watch him from the beginning.

When he hurried back, Sepmes didn't cause any disturbance.

Now his only brother was in a cell, and he was thinking about what to do with him.

Thinking of this, he suddenly thought of something, if he told the young man in front of him. ．

After hearing his words, Wen Ruo was in a daze. In just one week, Ramses had experienced so much. He hurried back from the war, eradicated the party, and successfully succeeded to the throne. ． ．

"Tell me, should I kill Sepmax or not?" the high-ranking person spoke softly and gently.

He is, ask yourself?

Wen Ruo pursed her lips and said nothing, would Ramses listen to her?

"I'm going to hang him on a high pole outside the city wall, and let Mossak cut this rebel into a thousand pieces to show everyone." The man said quietly.

Wen Ruo's back felt numb, and immediately said, "How can I do that?"

Then she looked into the man's bright eyes: Isn't he your brother?

really!

He knew that this foreign man would not watch Sepmes being tortured to death by himself.

"I don't have any siblings." Ramesses looked indifferent, stroking the finger with one hand, with a faint look in his eyes.

Wen Ruo was speechless for a while, in the emperor's house, there was no family affection at all, even if he had ten brothers, they would all fight to the death in the end.

Seeing the man's frowning, Ramses leaned over and said in a tempting tone, "If you beg me, I'll let him go."

Wen Ruo chewed on his meaning, and widened her eyes.

"Are you surprised?"

Ramses pampered Wen Ruo's broken hair on his forehead. It was soft and fragrant and very comfortable. He put them together in his palm and played with them.

"You only need to pay a small price to save one person's life, maybe... more people's life." The man heard the coaxing words, which was not the same as the domineering placed between the beds.

"There are so many slaves in Palestine, I haven't figured out their final destination yet." While hesitating, another gloomy sentence came from above his head.

Wen Ruo's heart sank, Palestine was burned, and tens of thousands of refugees were driven to Egypt as slaves, living a precarious life. At this moment, he remembered the scene he saw before.

That boy—Joseph.

Wen Ruo looked straight at him, waiting for his next words.

Ramses looked down proudly in a lofty tone: "Be my slave and be loyal to me. If you have two hearts, heaven and earth will not tolerate it."

Arrogant tone, sonorous and powerful voice.

Listening to his words, Wen Ruo was stunned, servant?

Treat yourself as a servant and serve him without dignity?In the 21st century, no one has ever crushed his dignity and made him submit to the other party as a slave.

Now this invincible man made him crawl under his feet forever, not to betray.

The body is shaking slightly.

After a fierce ideological struggle, there were 10,000+ victims of the disaster, and a royal brother who couldn't help himself. Whether slaves or crown princes, they are all life, and every living individual deserves respect and kindness.

Finally, he knelt down at the man's feet with a plop.

"In the name of the sun god Ra, I give you as my close servant, who will follow me forever. If there is any betrayal, you will be killed and abused."

This seems to be a spell, engraving him alive in the torrent of this era, his soul and everything are tied to this man and can no longer be separated

Forever. ． ． ． ． ．