Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

Wen Ruo was silent for a while, then said, "Thank you."

Yo ho! !

I really thanked him, unexpectedly!

The garden is full of flowers.

Muwa Talis walked over and folded a violet, weighed it in her hands, and under Wen Ruo's suspicious eyes, walked over and pinned the flower behind his left ear.

Then he turned his face and looked at it carefully for a while: "Well, yes, a beauty with flowers is a good match."

Wen Ruo was startled, and then became angry, why did the Hittite prince treat him as a woman?

The cold touch of the root of the violet touched his back, and he raised his hand warmly to pick it off and threw it to the other party.

His face was hot: "Boring."

Muwa Talis took the flower and sniffed it on the tip of her nose. She was intoxicated and said, "It smells the same as I thought."

Wen Ruo was about to die of shame and anger, cursing in a low voice, "Pervert."

Muwa Talis laughed loudly, then pinned the violet between her collar, went up and held Wen Ruo's hand whether he wanted it or not, with a loyal look on her face: "I'll take your flowers."

Wen Ruo frowned, what a mess.

He tried desperately to get rid of him, but the Hittite prince looked weak but had amazing strength. Like Ramses, he was a man who looked weak but could easily lift a cow.

Thinking of this, he thought of the injured man again.

I don't know if he's doing well now.

Mossack and the others should already know, go rescue him.

"You're distracted." Muwa Talis was keenly aware of the mood swings of the people around her.

"What are you thinking?" He looked at Wen Ruo with interest, since the first time he accidentally rescued him in the Egyptian military camp, that face full of exotic lands fell in his heart, and he couldn't let go of it for a long time.

"He—" He felt inappropriate when he just said it. Muwa Talis and Ramses were enemies, and he wanted to kill him, so how could he seek Ramses' life and death from him.

"It's nothing." The bright eyes dimmed in an instant, and the business also declined.

Muwa Talis held his arm and gradually tightened it. Feeling the pain, Wen Ruo frowned.

"You like him very much?" The blue eyes are as deep as the sea, making it impossible to see to the bottom at a glance.

Wen Ruo said nothing.

The person beside him waited quietly for a while, but there was no reply, and finally he smiled indifferently: "It's okay, you can like anyone in the past, just don't think about it in the future."

Wen Ruo was surprised: "What do you mean?"

Muwa Talis looked at him: "Do you think I brought you back on a whim?"

During the time he was lurking in Egypt, he had already heard about Wen Ruo's amazing abilities.

Not only helped Ramses win the Battle of Kadesh, but also successfully interpreted Pharaoh's dreams, and transformed from a slave to the most noble high priest in Egypt.

Why should such a man remain in Egypt?

Hittite isn't weak either, is it?

"Say, how did you know that our Hittites were ambushing in Kadeishi and sent spies to lure the Egyptian army?" Wen Ruo panicked as they approached suddenly.

Those sharp eyes are like goshawks in the sky, not relaxing after locking on to the target.

Wen Ruo forcibly remained calm and said nothing.

After a long while, Muwa Talis smiled, softly: "Forget it, you are here with me, and it's already passed, what difference does it make if you don't say it?"

Others thought that he, the dignified third prince, couldn't afford to lose.

"Your face is like wax. You haven't recovered from the long journey. Let's go eat something first."

Muwa Talis took Wen Ruo's hand and led him forward.

Wen Ruo wanted to shake off, but failed again.

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Inside the Royal Palace of Memphis.

Ramses was half naked. The medical officer changed his dressing and wiped him. He sweated on his forehead and endured the pain. The opponent's sword was smeared with poison. He had a medical staff in the car at that time, and he had raised snakes since he was a child. play snake.There is snake venom in the body to counteract.

It can be regarded as fighting poison with poison.

"Your Majesty." The two generals walked in.

Ramses looked at them and suddenly tightened his eyes: "Where are people?"

Mo Puren swallowed his saliva, and said anxiously: "Your Majesty, man, I didn't catch up."

The surrounding air suddenly cooled down, and Mo Puren lowered his head and continued: "We chased to the riverside, and those people abandoned their horses and fled, and Master Sacrifice was kidnapped by them and boarded the boat."

"According to the reports of sea scouts, the voyage is very likely to be a killer sent by the Hittite country."

Hittite!

It's them.

Ramses snorted, one of the most difficult to tame among the neighboring countries around this country, and he was quite ambitious, and they wanted to be included in Egypt's fancy.

"This damned Hittite ghost, next time I bump into them, I will definitely cut them apart." Mossack said bitterly.

"Why didn't you show such ability just now?" Mo Puren replied with a pouted mouth, is it useful to be an afterthought now?

The person was not rescued again.

"Is that because I found out too late?" The handsome man retorted angrily, and then he found that the reason he made couldn't stop him, and he stared at Mo Puren with an angry face like a boiled shrimp.

"Enough." The group of subordinates knew that they were noisy, and Ramses stopped them irritably.

Wen Ruo was taken away by the Hittites, if he knew that he doted on him, it would bring him trouble after all.

suddenly,

He looked at Mo Puren: 'How's their internal struggle? '

Mo Puren was stunned for a moment, and then he understood: "Those two princes have always been on fire, and there is no sign of relaxation from our people sending letters back there."

Oh?

Ha ha

That's good.

He got up and told the medical officer to step back, looked at Mo Puren: "Go and do something for me."

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this side.

The dinner table.

Wen Ruo looked at the plates of delicacies, and didn't have the slightest desire to eat.

This Hittite prince has a weird style of acting, which makes people puzzled.

He brought himself here, is there any unspeakable secret?

Just as he was thinking about it, there was an extra piece of meat in the celadon bowl: "Look at your skinny, my prince feels so sorry." After speaking, he winked at him.

Wen Ruo was about to vomit.

This man, why is he like this, he has no integrity at all.

Wen Ruo didn't know whether he should eat this piece of meat or not.

Muwa Talis looked at him: "Don't you like to eat it? It hurts. I made it for you alone."

Wen Ruo looked at him for a while and said, "Can you talk well."

Muwa Talis had a hurt look on her face: "I have already picked up your flowers, but you are still so indifferent to me, so sad."

"What?" Wen Ruo had an intuition that something was wrong, and he said it just now.

What's wrong with this flower?

Seeing that he didn’t understand very well, Muwa Talis patiently explained to him: “In Hittite, men and women only throw flowers to the person they like, and if the other party accepts the love, they will accept it, and vice versa. "

"I really didn't expect you to fall in love with this prince so quickly. Don't worry, I will accept you, and I won't abandon you."

Muwa Talis gave him a frown, with a bohemian look.

Wen Ruo's face turned dark, do you like him?

How could he like him?

Moreover, how come there is no such perverted flower-throwing meaning in the history of Hittite that he has read?

Besides, he threw flowers because he was disrespectful to himself, so he put flowers on other people's heads at will, right?

How did this involve liking?

Does this have anything to do with liking?

Wen Ruo corrected seriously: "Prince, you must have misunderstood me, I am a man."

"Why, I wouldn't pick you up if you were a woman." Muwatalis put down the fork and looked at him lazily, his eyes were like the sea of ​​stars. He could never forget the person in front of him since he met him, and now he brought it back. Naturally, I don't intend to let go.

It doesn't matter if Wen Ruo doesn't like him.

He has plenty of time, as for Ramses, hehe, this is Hittite, even if he knows, what can he do?

He is not afraid when it comes.