Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

Hearing the teasing voice, Wen Ruo looked sideways, and the other party pulled off the scarf.

It's him?

The handsome man who saved himself after the Battle of Kadeshi but fell into the water.

He is the prince of the Hittites, Muwa Talis.

At this moment, he suddenly remembered the figure he had glimpsed on the street when Ramses took him out to relax a while ago, and he almost forgot about it.

Thinking of this, Wen Ruo's back stiffened. This person has been in Egypt for a while.

Is it just for today?

Really brave and resourceful.

Seeing that he was silent, Muvatalis suddenly wrapped his arms around him, and whispered in his ear: "Why don't you thank me? Save you from that tyrant's clutches."

Wen Ruo turned his body a little awkwardly. In the past, Ramses liked to blow hot air in his ear, but now that someone else is doing this, he subconsciously resents it, and doesn't want others to get too close.

The person behind seemed to sense his resistance, and paused to distance himself from him.

"Where are you taking me?" This Hittite prince is also a powerful figure in history, and he should succeed as the king of Hittite soon.

Listening to his question, Muwa Talis shook her head coolly: "Of course I want to bring you back to my hometown. Do you want to stay here and wait for Ramses to come to me?"

It's a pity, I thought I'd kill him, but I didn't expect that man to be so strong that he could survive being poisoned.

But even if he didn't die, it was enough for him to bear it, and taking half his life would be considered a bad breath.

Hittite's bravest general was killed by him, and this person was a supporter of his own throne, so how could he choke?

The war horse galloped down the path again.

Wen Ruo was a little surprised, he wanted to take him back to Hittite?

However, thinking of the blood on Ramses who was seriously injured not long ago, Wen Ruo suddenly felt suffocated in his heart. He suddenly wanted to see how the man was doing now, did the blood stop?

"Put me down." A firm voice said.

Wen Ruo moved a bit, he couldn't go with Muwa Talis, he wanted to go back, to see how Ramses was doing.

It seems very unexpected but not surprising: "Sure enough, are all the rumors in the market true?"

Said that he had an unspeakable secret with that pharaoh, this time in the temple Ramses forcibly pulled him into his arms to ask for a kiss, he thought he was forced,

However, the other party seemed to care about that person very much, and he was faintly unhappy.

Wen Ruo was stunned, knowing what rumor he was talking about, her face was hot and she was silent for a moment.

"However, we are about to cross the river, and I don't intend to let you go back." The unscrupulous tone came from a smile, and finally: "Say, what should you do?"

"Are all Hittite princes this rascal too?" Wen Ruo asked quietly.

what?

Knowing himself, he is really smart and has the ability to predict.

Muwa Talis hugged him even tighter: "It's not Hittite, it's the prince alone, that's all—rascal." It seems that his words can't shake his determination to take him back.

Wen Ruo was a little anxious. Ramses didn't use himself as a shield in front of him when he was in danger. He escaped, but he didn't.

His body twisted uncomfortably, and the person behind him gave him a sharp hand with a knife. Wen Ruo let out a sound, and fell into a deep sleep with darkness in front of his eyes.

Muwa Talis laughed, she was really disobedient, so she could only let him sleep for the time being.

"Speed ​​up—they're coming." Instructed the substitute guard next to him, tightening his rope with one hand, and rushed forward.

"Yes--"

I don't know how long ago.

When Wen Ruo woke up again, it was as if someone had emptied her mind.

This is a room.

He sat up and looked around.

As if remembering something, he was knocked unconscious by Muwa Talis.

Could it be that he has already arrived in Hittite country?

Realizing this, Wen Ruo's back was covered with sweat, and he immediately got off the bed, regardless of whether his body was sore or not.

In a completely unfamiliar environment, he opened the door and walked out.

A woman in a colorful cotton dress stood at the door, and he asked, "Where is this?"

The young woman replied indifferently without squinting: "Kusar. '

Wen Ruo smiled wryly in her heart, this is the capital of the Hittites.

He walked in the courtyard, the taste of simplicity, the garden with fragrant flowers and singing birds, and many rockeries, it is very beautiful.

But Wen Ruo was not in the mood to appreciate these things.

He walked a few steps, and there was a man in front of him, dressed in a black satin robe, with intricate silver flower patterns embroidered on the cuffs, a jade belt with gemstones around his waist, curly maroon hair on his head covered by a round jewel-encrusted hat She has a long and thin face, three-dimensional features, and a pair of seductive eyes. Although they are beautiful, they are full of indifference and calculation.

Wen Ruo looked at him and frowned, without saying a word.

The man also saw him, stopped and walked around interested, and looked at the servant behind him for a while: "Is this the prophet of the opposite sex brought back by Talis?"

It is said that this man has the ability to predict the future. He was the one who advised Ramses in the Battle of Kadesh, and finally caused his good brother to return home in a disastrous defeat.

How should I put it, he is quite grateful to him. If he hadn't helped the Pharaoh of Egypt, if the Hittites had won, then Talis would have been crowned prince directly when he came back. Where would he be?

Thinking of this, the corners of Prussia's mouth raised, and he reached out to touch Wen Ruo's face.

I'm about to squeeze it up, and I can't hide it.

Wen Ruo's body was pulled from behind, and he staggered into another embrace, and a burst of violet scent came, with playfulness: "Brother Wang is really in a good mood today."

Muwa Talis looked at him with a faint smile but couldn't answer her eyes, and tightened her hand on Wen Ruo's waist.

The people he brought back, when will it be Pruss' turn to intervene.

Purus watched his subtle movements, understood the meaning without pointing it out, and withdrew his outstretched hand and said eloquently: "Third brother,"

The kitten you brought back looked at me without blinking.

Pruss looked at Wen Ruo's big black eyes, as if he could talk, full of interest.

Seeing this, Muwa Talis smiled: "He may have never seen a person with a pale complexion like Brother Wang who is as long as a bamboo pole."

Pruss hates the appearance of being beaked by others the most. What he is most proud of is that face, which is so handsome and arrogant. But every time he meets his third brother, his biggest competitor, he always takes him That face speaks volumes.

What's wrong with your pale face?How about a little longer?Is it preventing him from being handsome?

Seeing his displeasure, Muwa Talis said again: "I want to go back with my little cutie to discuss life, so I won't send you brother Wang."

After finishing speaking, without waiting for Prussia to react, he dragged Wen Ruo away.

After seeing the two of them leave, Pruss had a gloomy expression on his face.

In Hittite, he was obviously the eldest prince, and he should inherit the throne according to the rules, but this youngest child was gifted, smart, talented, courageous and resourceful, and their father, King Daniel, always favored him.

As a result, the position of Prince of the Central Palace is now vacant.

As long as he is not established as the prince for a day, Muwa Talis will be his threat and obstacle for a day.

In the last battle of Kadesh, Daniel didn't send him. Talis was always afraid of such an important task. He simply didn't win the battle with the King of Egypt.

However, even if he didn't win, Old Wang didn't say anything about his third brother, that's what he was worried about.

Thinking of this, Pruss clenched his fists under his clothes, and one day he would take down the real power of Hittite and drive this annoying guy out.

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Being dragged by Muwa Talis for a distance, Wen Ruo couldn't help but throw him away.

Walking too close to him made him uncomfortable, although he saved him.

Seeing this, Muwa Talis was not angry, and she was still unhurried: "I said, dear priest, is this how you treat your savior?"

It seemed to remind Wen Ruo that he owed him a favor.