Dressed as the pharaoh's favorite

A week later.

early morning.

Wen Ruo opened the door, and there was a sound of iron weapons waving in the air not far away. Looking up, Muwa Talis held a sword in both hands in the green grass, and competed with a group of servants with a stern look.

Every sword strike is extremely sharp and accurate, even if there are many opponents, his eyes are still calm, and there is no panic at all.

He knew that the person in front of him was outstanding and outstanding among the many Hittite princes. Although he had been smiling and doing nothing all day since he met him, Wen Ruo knew that he, the most combative Hittite general, was the king.

Historically, there have been many conflicts between Ramses and him. The two are both leaders in a powerful country, and they also dislike each other.

It's just that the Hittites perished relatively earlier, because of their irreconcilable internal contradictions, they hardly needed external invasion, and they began to rot from the inside.

This is all for later.

The man practicing sword saw someone cast his gaze, he turned his head to meet Wen Ruo's eyes accurately, and smiled sweetly at him with a mouthful of small teeth.

Wen Ruo shook her head, she was used to his frivolous and irreverent appearance.

Take back the sword.

Muwa Talis walked towards him: "Do you think I don't want to sleep late, just like rushing into the arms of this prince." As she said that, she was about to come up and hug him.

With a flash of Wen Ruo, he missed it.

"Your Highness, all your guards are here." It seemed to remind him that his behavior was inappropriate.

Muwa Talis didn't feel annoyed after hugging the air, and turned to smile and didn't look at those sparring partners: "Leave them alone."

"The prince wants to be with you right now." As he spoke, he flicked the sword in his hand like the guard next to him, who caught it lightly and stepped back.

Wen Ruo glanced at it, and saw that the sword energy was shining coldly, and it looked very heavy.

Then the material should be...bronze.

After all, Hittite was the first country in the world to use iron smelting. They first entered the Iron Age, and with a series of developments, they naturally entered the bronze smelting technology period.

Muwa Talis looked into Wen Ruo's eyes: "You're interested in this" was a little surprised.

Does a person who looks so weak actually like swords?

Wen Ruo shook her head: "Just take a look."

He avoided utensils and the like, and thought of goosebumps when he looked at the gloomy ironware.

"You like to watch, there will be a large-scale sword fighting show in a few days, I will guarantee you enough to watch." Muwa Talis vowed.

"Oh?" Wen Ruo was startled.

"In a few days, our Hittites will have an armed competition, which is mainly for the Hittite crown princes' discussions."

Only then did Wen Ruo understand, no wonder this man has been practicing swords since yesterday.

It seems that the competitive prince wants to come out on top.

"Then you don't practice well, don't be competed by others." Wen Ruo was about to turn around after saying that.

Muwa Talis caught up and said: "Who can compete with this prince?" Except his disgusting brother Wang.

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on the street.

It was Wen Ruo's first time walking on the streets of Hittite these days.

It's a little bit different from Egypt.

Their folk customs are more simple and open.

"What are you looking at?" Wen Ruo glanced at the trinkets around him curiously, and Muwa Talis followed his line of sight and saw that he was looking at a hairpin.

Isn't that what women wear?

he likes this?

A flash of embarrassment flashed: "I like this prince and I will give you one." He said and pulled him like walking up a stall.

Wen Ruo said anxiously: "Who likes that, I just took a look." She shook his hand away.

Muwa Talis stared straight at him: "Don't say it, I really want to buy one and take it on your head to see the effect."

Wen Ruo has soft facial features and a gentle temperament, so it should be unique to bring a hairpin, right?

I really want to buy a piece of women's clothing for him and bring him around as a woman. Maybe, men can be more eye-catching than women.

Thinking of this, the corners of Muwa Talis's mouth raised even higher.

He's going to take some time to try--

Wen Ruo was in a terrible embarrassment, because after he shook off the man's hand, the people around him looked at them strangely, which made him feel uncomfortable.

At this moment, he glanced around, and suddenly——

My heart skipped a beat.

he?

An Egyptian wearing a Hittite costume appeared in Wen Ruo's sight. He was of medium height with a calm expression. After casting a quick glance at them, he held a paper umbrella and walked in front of the crowd.

Just for a moment, Wen Ruo thought he was wrong.

is it him?Ramses' loyal general Mo Puren.

Is he here?

Thinking of this, Wen Ruo's heart tightened, did that man come too?

When he wanted to look more carefully, the man had disappeared into the crowd.

But Wen Ruo's heart could no longer be calm.

"What are you looking at?" Muwa Talis's voice full of interest recalled behind her.

Wen Ruo was startled, and then said indiscriminately: "What is that?" '

Just point in a direction.

Muwa Talis followed his line of sight to a silk shop.

He laughed even more dissolutely, just now he was thinking about going back to dress him in women's clothing at night, but now the person in front of him pointed to a silk shop for him.

That's just right, go in and grab two sets of cloth and make one for him.

"Let's go over and have a look." As he spoke, he took Wen Ruo's hand and dragged him over.

How did Wen Ruo know that he dug a hole for himself with a random finger, but he is not in the mood to think about other things now, his mind is full of just a quick glance, Ramses' stalwart figure echoed in his mind heart.

Did he come to rescue himself?

Thinking of this, a trace of sweetness flowed out of his heart.

The man did not forget him and came to him.

In the shop, two people in different clothes came in.

The shopkeeper in the store saw that the two were worth a lot of money at a glance, and immediately greeted them with smiles.

"What do you two need to see?"

Muwa Talis said directly: "Make him a suit of clothes." Like Wen Ruo, she nunuzui.

"Okay!" The shopkeeper's eyes are sharp. The man in front of him is a foreigner, but he is well-dressed. To make clothes, you must choose good materials.

The shopkeeper walked to the right and picked out a few men's suits from the high shelf, but before he could take them off, a lazy voice behind him remembered: "Don't want the ones here, but the ones on the other side."

Look at the other person's pointing, obediently~

Ladies? ? ?

The shopkeeper was full of surprise, and Wen Ruo also had a look of disbelief.

Qi Shushu looked at Muwa Talis.

Unexpectedly, he happily said again: "I want the one on that side, choose the brighter color, richer color."

Before the shopkeeper could reply, Wen Ruo took the lead in resisting: "No."

The clothes on the chopping board on the left are all pure purple and pink women's clothing colors, how can he wear such clothes as a man?

He stared angrily at Muwa Talis.

The young prince's eyes were full of smiles, he leaned over and whispered: "It's done, why don't you put it on and dance for this prince when you go back later, your waist is suitable for dancing." Thin and slender but as light as a woman.

As he spoke, he went up and pinched it.

Wen Ruoqi's face turned red and she turned away, Muwa Talis hurriedly chased her out.

The shop owner was a little dumbfounded watching the two's secretive body movements. He stayed there for a long time and seemed to understand something. Holding the clothes in his hand, he murmured: "Know how to play."

Finally, he yelled at the students——"Is the clothes still made?"