Cleopatra's younger brother

"Cleopatra's Brother"

Author: Baili Moli

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Time travel to the tragic Ptolemy XIII, Cleopatra's younger brother.

Ptolemy said he wanted to live and be the pharaoh of Egypt, who would form an alliance with him!

Star Eyes, Julius Caesar, is there any pendant missing?

Minesweeper~~~

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Content tags: Western Romance, Exotic Romance, Sweet Romance, Historical Drama

Search keywords: Protagonist: Ptolemy, Caesar, Antony, etc.┃Supporting role: Everyone in Egypt┃Others: Rebirth of Egypt

chapter01

"The great Ptolemy king, the blessed son, the vicious Cleopatra has been expelled from Alexandria, you will be the only king of upper and lower Egypt, oh!"

"Portinos, get out, I don't want to hear this right now."

"King Ptolemy." The high-pitched tone was especially harsh in the palace.

"Get out!" The tone was also high, but the voice was much lower.

"Obey, my king." The person who was chattering just now finally shut up amidst the scolding, he bowed and retreated, leaving only one person in Nuo Da's palace.

As soon as Bordinos left, Fang's majestic face suddenly turned bitter, "This must not be real, it must be a dream, a dream." He turned around and bumped his head against the wall behind him , several bangs.

The accessories on his body also made a sound with the impact.

He put his head against the wall, then closed his eyes hard, counted a hundred silently in his heart, then opened his eyes, closed them, opened them, closed them and opened them again.

With despair in his eyes, he looked down at the strange pendant in his hand, and then at his fine linen dress, which was not trousers, but a knee-length skirt, which seemed to be filled with softer linen, tight sticking to the body.

He looked down at his legs, uh... there is no leg hair...

All these things are showing him that he is not him.

"Ptolemy XIII, this must be God's joke..." He really just swam, how could he be in this ghost place when he woke up? !

At this moment, Bruce wanted to cry, really wanted to cry...

He is cowardly and timid. He has begged God more than once to give him a chance to get rid of this world, but what he didn't expect was that God really agreed to him, but!Why is he in ancient Egypt!

Speaking of Ptolemy XIII, everyone may not know who this person is, but when it comes to another person, everyone must know her name, that is Cleopatra!

And this Ptolemy XIII is Cleopatra's sad younger brother, who was cannon fodder by Cleopatra VII with the help of Caesar within a few days of taking the position.

Although Bruce didn't know why he was here, he subconsciously knew that he was Ptolemy XIII, just like he had just called out the name of the court minister Portinos, everything was so natural .

Bruce, or Ptolemy XIII, hung his head and dragged his feet on the ground.

He walked slowly to the pool and looked at the reflection in the water. He wanted to confirm whether he had really time-traveled, because people in dreams couldn't see his face clearly.

He lowered his head, looked at the reflection in the pool, his eyes widened, and he was stunned.

"woman?"

He lifted up his skirt subconsciously, and then let out a long breath, the thing is still there, fortunately...

What's so good!fall!

Who can tell him what the situation is now.Why does he have such a face even though he is a man?

In the past, he only knew that Cleopatra was an extremely beautiful woman, but he had never heard that Cleopatra's younger brother was actually so beautiful.

Ptolemy XIII had a bitter face, and he didn't feel the slightest bit of joy because of this shocking appearance, nonsense!He was a man, a real man!

Although in that world, Bruce was crooked, but in his heart he was a real man, even if he was timid, he was still a man.

I didn't expect that after traveling to ancient Egypt, he would become like this. It's not as masculine as he was before the time travel. At least his body hair before the time travel was quite thick!

Bruce looked at Chi Zhong's flirtatious face quite sadly, he pinched it with his hands, and then made a grimace towards Chi Chi.

I have to say, just this face, even if it is a grimace, is still beautiful, especially those eyes, which are deep and charming. If such a stunner stands in front of Bruce, he will definitely be fascinated. Of course, the premise is that this person is not himself. .

Ptolemy XIII squatted down, and when he squatted down, he deliberately tugged on the skirt under him to prevent the euphoria.

There is no such thing as underwear in Egypt now, which makes Bruce, who is a modern person, not used to it.

He tapped the reflection in the water with his fingertips, the ripples spread out, and the water splashed.

The fluctuation of water light is like his tangled heart.

Turmoil, barbarism, royal power, slaves, thinking of Egypt, these words immediately popped up in Bruce's mind, and he sighed again, how should he survive in such an era...

The surface of the water gradually calmed down, reflecting Ptolemy XIII's flirtatious face. Looking at the reflection on the water surface, Ptolemy's eyes gradually became confused.

His life was like that in such a peaceful age, not to mention in this turbulent ancient Egypt.

The cowardly and useless Bruce really has no confidence to survive here, especially Ptolemy XIII in history is a short-lived ghost, how can he fight against fate? !

It's better to be dead, it's better to be dead... This idea spread wildly in his mind, maybe he can go back after he dies.Bruce looked down at the water, his eyes were a little straight, and he kept saying this sentence, "It's better to die."

He tilted his body forward slightly, and his whole body lost his balance. With a splash, the water splashed everywhere, and Bruce fell into the water.

A large amount of water choked into his mouth and nasal cavity, Bruce struggled subconsciously, a sense of suffocation came, the throat and stomach continued to enter the pool of water, and the entire chest was tingling with water, this feeling was extremely uncomfortable.

"Don't die, I want to live." Bruce suddenly changed his mind, he didn't want to die, his instinct preceded his conscious reaction.

The water in the pool was tumbling, and Bruce stretched his neck desperately, trying to reach the surface of the water.

He kicked his legs vigorously, and then stood up completely. It turned out that the pool of water only reached his waist.

He coughed violently, spit out several mouthfuls of water, and then gasped loudly.

The clothes on his body were soaked in water, and they were tightly attached to his body, outlining the graceful curves, embarrassing yet graceful.

But now is not the time to appreciate it.

It took Ptolemy a while to feel alive, it felt so good to breathe again, he sighed in his heart.

Last moment it felt good to be dead, but this moment he wanted to live.

Although Bruce, who traveled through time, was a bit timid and cowardly, he had a very good mentality, or the ability to comfort himself was very good. He thought about it, although he traveled to ancient Egypt, he was a pharaoh after all, and he didn't have to worry about food or food. Wearing it is much better than his hard-working life in modern times, okay?

And he has already experienced the taste of death, he said that he does not want to experience it a second time.

But how to live in peace and stability in this ancient Egypt?

The author has something to say: I like ancient Egypt, no one writes about it!Write it yourself!

chapter02

His body was wet, the weather in Alexandria was very hot and dry, the linen cloth was clinging to his body, and the sticky feeling spread all over his body.

Seeing that he was alone in the palace, Ptolemy simply took off his clothes.One advantage of Egyptian clothing is that it is particularly easy to take off.

Ptolemy looked down at his figure carefully, and scratched his head with a bitter face. It turned out how lazy the master was.As a man, this guy has no muscles at all.

If it wasn't for the man's logo still there, let's not look at the face first, with this figure, fair skin, firm and smooth touch, no one would believe even a woman!

Although Bruce who came through time is a gay man, apart from his sexual orientation, he is a real man in his heart!

He likes macho men, and he also hopes that he is a macho man. In his previous life, he was always the one at the bottom because of his figure, which made him very unwilling. Unexpectedly, after wearing it, his appearance would become a capitalized "mother".

He raised his head, trying not to look at his "devil" figure, now he has more important things to think about, but he doesn't have time to worry about his appearance.

Ptolemy looked around, and finally his eyes settled on the soft bed by the pool for resting.

He strode over and lay down on the soft bed next to the pool.He covered his upper body with a soft linen cloth, leaving his lower body exposed.

Bruce has a little habit. When he thinks, he likes to lie on his stomach and cover his upper body with something to put himself in a dark environment, so that he can calm down and think about problems.

However, he himself didn't know that whenever he was engrossed in his thoughts, he would habitually arch his lower body. Normally, this movement would at best look a bit weird, but now, looking at his high buttocks , this picture is simply...

"Egypt, Ptolemy, Cleopatra..." Ptolemy said the names of these people, thinking about everything about this era as much as possible.

He had seen the movie Cleopatra before, but he remembered very little.

Just remember that Cleopatra is so powerful, in addition to a shrewd mind, mainly due to her men.

Her first man, Gaius Julius Caesar, made her the only ruler in Egypt, and of course the puppet of Ptolemy XIV can be ignored.Her second man, Mark Antony, allowed her to sit firmly in the position of Pharaoh, strengthening and expanding her ruling power. Ptolemy XIII was thinking, if Octavian hadn't been confused by Cleopatra, this woman should still be will go further.

Ptolemy XIII sighed, thinking in his heart, if all those men fell in love with him, then could he be a pharaoh with peace of mind.

etc!Thinking of this, Ptolemy XIII's eyes suddenly lit up.

He sat up in a jerk, with a soft linen cloth covering his head. Cleopatra could rely on a man to be a pharaoh, why couldn't she be herself?

Ptolemy XIII raised his head, and the linen slipped down his head and landed on the marble floor. Ptolemy's breathing could be heard in the quiet hall.

I saw him sitting upright on the soft couch, motionless, his eyes were straight, and he didn't know what he was thinking.

Although the hall was quiet, Ptolemy's heart was turbulent.

A voice in my heart was clamoring: "Hey, you are a man yourself, how can you rely on other men to keep your position!"

But another voice was saying: "There's nothing wrong with this, being able to bend and stretch is the true nature of a man! Besides, it's not that you don't like men..."

"Oh, don't fight, don't fight." Ptolemy covered his ears, not knowing who he was talking to.

He closed his eyes, and then yelled three times, "I am a coward, I am a coward, I am a coward!" The voice echoed in the empty palace, and it could not dissipate for a long time.

"The great Ptolemaic Kingdom, what happened." Portinos rushed in, then froze, as if time stood still.

Portinos, including the guards behind him, all had the same expression. They stared at Ptolemy XIII together with their eyes widened.

Ptolemy opened his eyes, and after yelling these few times, he felt much happier in his heart.

But when he looked back, his original good mood was ruined.

Can you feel what it feels like to have so many eyes staring at you together?Anyway, Ptolemy realized it. He blocked the key parts with his hands. At this time, he felt like a monkey in a zoo.

Ptolemy cleared his throat and frowned, obviously unwilling, but... no one noticed his unwillingness.

Because at this moment, everyone was busy looking at the graceful figure of their beautiful king, their eyes were wide open, for fear of missing a glance.

"It's so beautiful?!" Ptolemy was also speechless. In desperation, he could only turn around and pick up the soft linen cloth that fell on the ground. But God...

As soon as Ptolemy bent down, he heard the sound of gasping behind him. At this moment, Ptolemy's face is really covered with black lines. Do you want to be so exaggerated!

He straightened up and wrapped himself up in the linen blanket, regardless of the hot weather.

"Portinos!" Ptolemy shouted loudly.

The stunned group of people came back to their senses, "Great King Ptolemy, what are your orders?"

Ptolemy twitched the corners of his mouth, what are your orders, you came in by yourself, okay? ?

"That's what I should have asked, Portinos who let you in."

"Uh." Bordinos looked embarrassed, "Just now, king, you suddenly yelled a few times. I thought you were in some danger."

Ptolemy blinked, as if there was such a thing.

He thought for a while, what he said just now, don't blame Ptolemy Thirteen for his bad memory, he was basically in a state of fugue just now, he thought about it carefully, uh... am I a coward?

Ptolemy, whose memory came back, was a little embarrassed. How could he have spoken out his truest thoughts? He couldn't admit it. It was too embarrassing.

"I was practicing singing just now." Ptolemy gave a random reason. Anyway, his cheap father Ptolemy XII liked to play the flute, so it was normal for his son to like to sing.

"Great King Ptolemy, your voice is like the throat of a god." Portinos began to sing again.

Ptolemy gave Portinos a blank look, obviously not accepting his favor, "Go down, no one is allowed to enter this palace without my order."

Ptolemy had more important things to plan now, and he didn't have time to enjoy everything that an Egyptian pharaoh could enjoy, including this compliment.

The author has something to say: Don’t be elegant, be dirty, no, be elegant, not be dirty~~

chapter03

Everyone retreated, and the palace regained its calmness just now.

In just a short while, Ptolemy, who was wrapped in a linen blanket, broke out in sweat.

For Ptolemy XIII, who was extremely afraid of heat, it was really unlucky to cross over just in time for the scorching summer.

No air conditioning, no fans, and you can't go shirtless...

In fact, no one dared to care about Ptolemy even if he did it, but when he thought of those staring eyes, Ptolemy completely dismissed such thoughts.

When I keep my status as pharaoh, I must think of a way to make my body become manly!Although he has always been a victim in his previous life, he has this aggressive heart. When he sits firmly in the position of pharaoh, let's see who dares to suppress him!

Thinking of this, Ptolemy curled his mouth happily, because the haze of becoming an Egyptian pharaoh has completely disappeared. The more I think about it now, the more I feel that being a pharaoh has great benefits, and the rich have the right to receive, and instantly become Winner in life!

Of course, the premise of everything is that Ptolemy can sit firmly in the position of pharaoh and prevent his famous sister from being cannon fodder.

Thinking of Cleopatra and her men, the good mood turned into a mess again.

Ptolemy XIII stretched his neck and looked out. He made sure that no one was there, so he threw the blanket aside. He came to the side of the pool, dipped his toes in the water, and the icy cold feeling spread over him, making him feel comfortable. I trembled.

He stretched his feet back, glanced at the blanket he had thrown aside, looked around again, thought for a while, and walked over again, but this time he didn't bend down to pick it up.

He still hasn't forgotten the sound of gasping behind him just now, and he doesn't want to do this action of picking up soap a second time.

He picked up the blanket with his feet, then lifted his legs high, and grabbed the raised blanket with his hands, "Success!" Ptolemy said with a proud face while holding the blanket in his hand.

This time he didn't bend down, but if this movement is seen by others...

Why don't you inhale, just spray nosebleeds directly!

Ptolemy sat on the marble steps in the pool, the water was just up to his chest, he put the blanket over his head again, thinking about his plan, he seemed to feel something was wrong, he took the blanket off , turned over, knelt on the marble with his knees, raised his hips, then nodded in satisfaction, and covered the blanket.

In order to be a pharaoh in the future and reach the pinnacle of life, someone entered into a thinking mode and thought very seriously, please ignore his appearance...

Thinking, of course, of Cleopatra...well, her men.

To say that among all the men in Cleopatra, Caesar contributed the most to her. Even Ptolemy, a historical idiot, knew how great this man was.

Gaius Julius Caesar, also known as Caesar the Great, was an outstanding military commander and statesman of the Roman Republic, and the first ruler of Rome. For this person, he has always been a deified existence.

"Emperor Julius Caesar." Toller kept his eyes closed and kept repeating the name, suddenly feeling unreal in his heart. Is it possible that this kind of character, who only appears in the book, wants to bend him?

Ptolemy slapped the marble at the bottom of the pool with his feet, causing ripples, "Money and rights still have to be accepted, break him alone, and let me be happy alone!"

His head got out from under the blanket, sweat broke out on his forehead, and his hair was tightly attached to his temples. Ptolemy took a deep breath and stood up.

He bent down, picked up the pool water with his hands, and poured it on the top of his head, a cool feeling spread all over his body.

With this comfortable body, Ptolemy walked out of the pool, and he walked step by step to the big mirror in the temple, which was a mirror that could reflect light green and white light.

As if tailor-made for Ptolemy, this mirror can just reflect his whole body.

The water in the pool washed away all the lead, and Ptolemy quietly looked at himself in the mirror, without modification, with a perfect appearance and a perfect body.

What is he still worried about with such a self-made beauty ps appearance.

Ptolemy strengthened his eyes, and he couldn't believe it. What's wrong with being a man? With this face, men and women can take it all!

Ptolemy smirked, smiled, and suddenly thought of a question...

He looks so good, so Cleopatra's appearance is not good enough. Thinking of this, he is not good anymore. No, we have to act first!

So the question is, how to start first?

Ptolemy was stunned...

He only knows the names of Cleopatra and her men, but he doesn't know the specifics at all, uh... calm down, think about it, think about it carefully...

How did Caesar and Cleopatra meet for the first time?Ptolemy held his head in his hands and tried hard to recall the poor memories in his mind. He stood for a long time, his face full of mourning, and he couldn't think of it like this...

Without Google, Ptolemy immediately became an idiot. He was a little frustrated. As a time traveler, he seemed to have no advantage at all.

Ptolemy drooped his head directly, as depressed as he wanted, and walked back to the edge of the pool, silently picking up the blanket.

He needs a dark place...to heal...

Wait, blanket? !Ptolemy's eyes shone brightly, "I'm a genius, hahaha!" He danced happily, holding the blanket and kissing him fiercely.

He remembered it, he remembered it all!

His sister, Cleopatra, was smuggled to the Roman consul Caesar, rolled up in a long carpet.

It is said that the moment the blanket was opened, Julius Caesar was conquered.

"Portinos!" Ptolemy XIII exclaimed excitedly.

"The great thirteenth king Ptolemy, what are your orders?" Bordinos was indeed the number one court minister. If nothing else, the speed at which he was running made people give him a thumbs up.

He was the first to rush in, with a smile on his fat face, admiration, and obsession.

In his heart, Ptolemy XIII is the son of Amon Ra, no one can be as dazzling as his king!

Even though the king in front of him was wrapped in a blanket and his hair was wet, he was still so dignified!

"Bordinos? Portinos!" Ptolemy called out twice before Bordinos came to his senses, "The great..."

Ptolemy directly interrupted him, and every time he heard the somewhat exaggerated tone of Portinos, he would get goosebumps all over his body, "Send my order, from today onwards, blankets are not allowed in the palace!"

"King... huh?" Portinos rubbed his ears, with an expression of whether I heard it wrong.

The author has something to say: cold writing by the small crowd, need love, beg for bubbles, beg for hugs! !

chapter04

"Yes, the blanket." Ptolemy repeated.

Portinos looked a little tangled, he fixed his eyes on the blanket wrapped around Ptolemy's body, and then blinked his eyes, his king is really a thoughtful person, such a special order, really never heard.

"This is an exception on my body." Ptolemy looked at Portinos's expression, added another sentence, and then wrapped himself up. He always felt that he, the court minister, would definitely be able to snatch his blanket away. matter.

"Obey, great king Ptolemy." No matter what Ptolemy said, as his most loyal servant, Portinos would carry it out.

Because of Ptolemy XIII's words, overnight, there was no blanket in the huge palace. Although this approach is really overbearing, so what, power is so capricious, who made Ptolemy a pharaoh.

I don't know when Caesar will come. Although Ptolemy lived a life of luxury, except eating and sleeping like a god, his heart was always restless, and he couldn't get excited about doing anything.

In the palace, Ptolemy was lying on a linen cool mat with one hand on the pillow, half-closed his eyes, and two strong male slaves stood on the left and the right, holding incense fans in each hand and gently shaking them.

Originally, this should be done by female slaves, but Ptolemy ordered that all the people serving around him be replaced by men. First, men are stronger and can protect their own safety. Second, as gay, beautiful women are not as attractive as men .

Don't know what Caesar looks like?Blown by the breeze, Ptolemy XIII began to wander again...

Annoyed, still very irritable, Cleopatra hasn't appeared yet, I don't know all the plots, where is the golden finger? !

"Ah!" Ptolemy Thirteen couldn't hold back and roared.

Ptolemy suddenly said this, and the male servants standing on both sides slammed their fans in fright. It felt like a strong wind was blowing... At this moment, Ptolemy only felt the coolness under his body, and all the male servants were stunned. Stay, the hall is extremely quiet, only the sound of gasping for breath can be heard.

Ptolemy rolled his eyes, and calmly put down the blown skirt. These days, he seems to have gotten used to such gazes, "Go down." He waved his hands, looking neither happy nor angry .

Everyone didn't dare to take a breath and retreated silently, Ptolemy was the only one left in the palace.

He kicked his legs a little irritably, "When will Caesar come!" This kind of life of eating and waiting to die is very tormenting!

"My king, I have already followed you..." Just as Ptolemy was furious, a man dressed as a warrior walked in, and when he saw Ptolemy, he was stunned.

"Achilles?" Ptolemy XIII called out his name naturally.

Although there is no memory of Ptolemy XIII, it is very strange that he seems to know all these people. For example, he knows that Portinos is the court minister and the first eunuch, and this Achiles is the Ptolemy Kingdom. The first soldier holds the military power of the country.I don't know if it was the influence of the original owner's emotions, but Ptolemy disliked this person from the bottom of his heart.

The vicissitudes of the face was expressionless, and the ambitious eyes looked up and down Ptolemy XIII, that look seemed to eat Ptolemy.

Looking at Ptolemy at this time, his legs are facing the sky, and his entire hem has slid down...

Ptolemy didn't respond much, since he's been watched too much by others these days anyway, he nodded, "What's the matter?" When he said this, he silently retracted his kicking legs, cleared his throat, Then sit up.

"My king, according to your order, Pompey's head has been cut off." Achilles clapped his hands, and several Egyptian servants came in carrying a jar.

"Pompey's head?!" Ptolemy's eyes widened and his tone was raised. He stood up, "Pompey of Rome?"

"Yes, my king." Achilles replied, "Exactly as you ordered." As he spoke, he opened the lid of the jar.

"Stop!" Ptolemy yelled, his fragile little heart couldn't see such a horrible thing.

Achilles stopped there, he looked at Ptolemy XIII, wondering what he meant just now, Sidaopu?

"Don't worry about it. I've always been at ease with Achiles. Take it out, take it out." Ptolemy XIII said with a frown. Thinking of what the jar contained, he felt uncomfortable all over.

"Carry it out." Achilus said to the two male servants with a haughty tone. He didn't know if it was an illusion. Ptolemy felt that this person had just looked at him contemptuously.

The Egyptian male slave obeyed and carried the jar out again.

Looking at the jar that was going away, Ptolemy XIII felt uncomfortable. Such a big man died in Egypt like this. That was Pompey, who existed like Caesar!

Or did you order it yourself?In other words, what order did he make himself, Ptolemy blinked, the ghost knows what order the real Ptolemy XIII made...

"What should we do at that step?" Ptolemy XIII asked Achiles in a deliberative tone. Although he hated the man in front of him, Ptolemy didn't dare to provoke him. He held the military power in Egypt. It seems to be stronger than myself.

"Caesar should have known that Pompey had come to Alexandria, but he didn't know that he was dead. The Egyptian legion is ready and waiting to be dispatched by our king at any time." Achilles replied.

Achiles has always been hostile to the Romans, but Ptolemy XIII and Cleopatra VII are not like this. Like Ptolemy XII, they all want the blessing of Rome.

There was even a civil war in order to become the leader of the Ptolemy Kingdom. Although Achiles was not optimistic about the two, in comparison, Ptolemy XIII was much weaker than Cleopatra. Terra VII wanted to be in control, so he was on the side of Ptolemy.

But what Achilles did not expect was that Ptolemy actually ordered Pompey to be killed this time. In fact, this approach was not wise. Caesar's style, he will definitely capture Pompey back alive, and then let him die "naturally".

"It really is a short-sighted waste." Achilus thought in his heart, but he did not stop Ptolemy XIII from doing this. He did better and better, and it was best to kill himself.

Of course Achilles had his own plans in mind. Ptolemy I could become king, so why couldn't he.

The author has something to say: the Chinese New Year is coming, is Baili a code word, or a wave ~ wave ~ wave ~

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Chapter 4, there are so few people watching, err, don’t you all like this "elegant" style of writing, crying and crying

chapter05

"To celebrate this great victory, Achilles, I will hold a banquet tonight, and use Pompey's head to worship the god of Amon!" Ptolemy said in the tone of a stage play.

Eyes shining, impassioned!

The whole person exudes a strong air of brain damage.

"Of order, my king." There was an imperceptible smirk on the corner of Achilles' mouth, as if everything was in his plan.

He lowered his head, looked at Ptolemy XIII from the corner of his eye, and scanned it from head to toe.

Achilles licked the somewhat dry corner of his mouth, and the picture he saw when he first entered the palace flashed through his mind...

Thinking of this, Achilus couldn't help breathing heavily. Although Ptolemy XIII must die as the blood of the Ptolemy family, before he died, it would be a waste of money not to enjoy such a delicacy.

Achiles was distracted, and missed Ptolemy XIII's disgusted expression. He has been in the gay circle for a long time, and Ptolemy can tell what a man thinks about him with just one look. .

It seems that besides his sister, there are many threats around him. Ptolemy, who has the personality of a white rabbit, has no ambitions, but he is still very sensitive to people, especially those who have bad intentions towards him. .

Therefore, there is no free lunch in the world, and there is no stable throne. If you don’t hug a golden thigh, this Egyptian pharaoh will be kicked down sooner or later. At this moment, there is a voice echoing in the heart of Ptolemy XIII: Caesar Caesar, come to the bowl quickly.

Still being watched by Achilles, Ptolemy looked helpless, why is he also in the palace, so be tactful if you want to see it?Doesn't he know that he has a capital up written all over his face...

"Portinos, Portinos!" Ptolemy called Portinos' name loudly, and when Portinos rushed in, Achiles also returned to normal.

Portinos glanced at Achilus, raised his head, walked past him like a proud hen, and stopped at a big step ahead of Achilus.

"Great King Ptolemy, what are your orders?" It was still the exaggerated tone, but somehow, Ptolemy felt that the voice was not so annoying.

"Order, hold a banquet in the palace tonight to celebrate this great victory!" Ptolemy XIII said impassionedly.

"Yes, my king!" Bordinos responded equally impassionedly.

The tone of the dialogue between the two was completely like a stage play.

Achilles stood there with contemptuous eyes as if looking at two idiots, but the emotions of the two were not affected in the slightest. Achilles frowned slightly when they answered one answer in the hall.

After the conversation stopped, there was still an echo in the temple.

Ptolemy talked for a long time, to be exact, yelled for a long time, his voice was a little hoarse, he waved his hands, "Go down first, I'm going to rest for a while, and call me when the dinner is over."

Ptolemy, who was still full of energy just now, immediately put on a tired face after saying this.

"Obey, my king." Portinos and Achiles retreated together, and then, the world became quiet again...

Looking at the disappearing figures of the two backs, Ptolemy blinked his eyes. He sat cross-legged on the mat, not even half sleepy. He took the blanket that was sitting under his buttocks, covered his head, and bent over. Put your head on the mat.

The situation here seems to be more complicated than he thought.

Now that Ptolemy has Pompey's head in his hands, it stands to reason that this should be a great gift to please Caesar, but is it really a great gift?

Ptolemy smiled. He was cowardly, but that didn't mean he had no brains.

Although at first he felt that a big pie had fallen from the sky, but after summoning Achilles, he changed his mind. Would a general who had no good intentions for him give him such a big gift for nothing?

Don’t forget that there is no free lunch in the world. After all, Ptolemy came here through time travel. I haven’t seen anything in Game of Thrones. If you think about it carefully, you can see the tricks in it.