Cleopatra's younger brother

! "Finally finished speaking the names of the gods, Portinos raised his voice to the highest pitch, and the noise in his ears finally disappeared.

Caesar just nodded, and didn't intend to say some polite words in response to the grand welcome.

The purpose of his visit this time is to find Pompey who fled to Egypt. He has no interest in the civil war in Egypt. To be precise, the best situation is that both losers, and he can become the final winner without any effort.

Now it seems that Ptolemy XIII had the upper hand, because Cleopatra VII did not appear.

Caesar looked at the young man in front of him. He had to admit that he was beautiful, a beauty beyond gender. Even when he saw him, he felt a little amazement. Of course, he hid this amazement very deeply, and no one find.

The hot sun fell on Ptolemy XIII's body, coupled with the already heavy clothes, the hot feeling became more intense, and Ptolemy couldn't bear it any longer, "Why doesn't this Caesar talk?"

stare……

Ptolemy XIII was wondering, and Caesar was also baffled by him. According to his original plan, in order to please himself, Ptolemy XIII would definitely hand over Pompey immediately, but what is the situation now, he is always Why are you staring at yourself?

"Oh, such a strong sun will burn your skin, great king Ptolemy!" Unexpectedly, it was Portinos who broke the deadlock.

It was the first time Ptolemy XIII felt that Portinos was so cute. He blinked at Portinos and looked at Caesar again. As expected of the first court minister, he immediately understood what Ptolemy meant.

"The noble Caesar who came from afar, the dinner is ready, please accept the invitation from the son of Amon!" Bordinos said with his head upright, looking quite proud, although he didn't know what he was proud of.

"My honor." Caesar finally spoke, giving Ptolemy a step down.

He couldn't figure out what Ptolemy's plan was. Perhaps, he wanted to use his own strength to assassinate himself, or hand Pompey over to himself at the banquet?

No matter which possibility, Caesar is not afraid, because the initiative of all things is in his hands.

I have to say that Caesar really thought too much, Ptolemy XIII just wanted to seduce him...

As soon as he returned to his palace, Ptolemy XIII immediately ordered people to take off his heavy clothes, leaving only a nugbai, which is a traditional Egyptian dress with a button on the top. Suspenders, simple in style, worn from under the chest to the heels, with the shoulders, arms and chest exposed.

Ptolemy was afraid of the heat, so he always wore a small Nugbai. The hem of this Nugbai only reached his buttocks. The soft linen was very comfortable. Ptolemy XIII almost walked while taking it off. He couldn't wait to come to the edge of the pool, jumped in all of a sudden, and the water splashed everywhere.

The hot feeling was replaced by coolness, and Ptolemy XIII squinted his eyes comfortably, feeling like he was finally alive.

He pulled the belt on his body, wriggled his ass a few times, kicked his flexible calf, and Nugebai was thrown aside by him.

I'm already so hot, wouldn't Caesar in armor be even hotter?

Thinking of this, Ptolemy XIII opened his eyes, with a bright light in his eyes, it was still early for the dinner, why not, hey, how about he invite Caesar to take a bath together?

The author has something to say: The cute Baili Jun is updated again, ~(≧▽≦)/~la la la.

Domineering and cool Caesar with a black belly, do you like it~~~~~

11|chapter11

There is a kind of person who will never forget even if he catches a glimpse.

People like Caesar.

Ptolemy XIII thought of thousands of possibilities, but he didn't expect that after seeing Caesar, it was not him, but himself.

Thinking about it, Ptolemy Thirteen felt hot all over his body, even the cool water in the pool couldn't relieve the heat.

The water and light fluctuated, Ptolemy Thirteen's face flushed abnormally, his stretched thighs relaxed, and his curled toes slowly stretched out. He let out a long breath, squinting like a lazy cat With his eyes closed and all the strength drained from his body, he turned around and lay limp on the marble floor.

When he realized what he had just done, Ptolemy XIII was surprised for a moment.

He didn't know whether he should be admiring Caesar's charm, or he hadn't been relieved for too long.

He looked down at the pool of water, he was a little dumbfounded.

Ptolemy XIII just wanted to get up when the familiar voice came.

"Great King Ptolemy!" Portinos howled again outside the palace, in response to Ptolemy's order, and he could not enter the palace without his order.

Ptolemy raised his eyes, and he was obviously not in the mood to talk to Portinos now.

"Great King Ptolemy! The distinguished guests of Rome are coming to see you!" Portinos raised his voice.

"Caesar wants to come to see me?" Ptolemy XIII raised his head. He couldn't have heard Portinos's voice so loud. Why did he come to find himself before he asked him out...

Before Ptolemy could react, Caesar walked in directly, and Portinos didn't even stop him.

"You can't be rude to King Ptolemy!" Bordinos simply shouted loudly.

Ptolemy XIII looked helpless, did this fat man dislike others and didn't know Caesar forced his way in?

"Portinos!"

"great……"

"Shut up, close the door." Ptolemy Thirteen lazily talked to him, and ordered directly.

Swallowing what he hadn't said yet, Portinos blushed, and he always obeyed Ptolemy's orders.

He glanced at Caesar's back with some reluctance, and then closed the door silently.

But Portinos did not go away. There is only this barbaric Roman and his great pharaoh in this temple. He must guard it carefully. If the man dares to be rude to his king, he must be the first to rush in. Protection of Ptolemy XIII.

Portinos' eyes were shining, and he held his head up like a rooster about to lay his eggs.

Caesar's subordinates looked at Portinos speechlessly, their thoughts were surprisingly the same, this man was absolutely abnormal.

There are only Ptolemy who is still in the pool and Caesar who is coming slowly in the temple.

Counting it, this is the first time he gets along with Caesar alone.

Although it was embarrassing to say it, he had to admit that he was very nervous now, so nervous that his body jumped straight.

Especially the person in front of him is still wearing armor, compared to him, he is really cool.

He hooked Nugebai with his feet in the water, and Ptolemy XIII didn't know what was going on. Why did he feel a little shy in front of this man?

Yeah, it's ticked.

After rubbing in the water for a long time, Ptolemy XIII finally found it. Long legs are an advantage.

He lifted up vigorously with his calf, trying to lift Nugebai out of the water.

But this Nugebai had already been soaked in water, and its weight had increased several times, so it couldn't be picked out with a calf.

Nugebai didn't pick it out, but Ptolemy XIII kicked his ass/ass directly with his heel because of too much force.

This kick is hard enough!The back of the kick is numb.

Caught off guard by being kicked by himself, Ptolemy Thirteen's knee slipped and he fell into the water.

"**you!"

He took a sip of water suddenly, Ptolemy Thirteen's brain was short-circuited, the water in the pool was very shallow, but he was struggling...

Caesar on the side looked at Ptolemy who was having fun, and the corners of his mouth twitched.

He had heard early on that Ptolemy XIII of Egypt was stupid, but now that he was stupid, he should be praising him.

He couldn't just watch the Egyptian pharaoh choked to death by the shallow pool of water right in front of his eyes. Caesar shook his head, walked to the side of the pool helplessly, squatted down, and stretched out his hand to hold him. Ptolemy XIII.

It is said that drowning people have great strength, which is true.

Ptolemy, who was choked up, tightly held the stretched out "life-saving straw." He pulled forward vigorously.

Caesar was already squatting, and Ptolemy XIII was added to the center of the pool. In order to hold him, Caesar's body leaned forward, and the focus was on the front.

Let Ptolemy pull like this, and Caesar also plunged into the water.

Immediately, water splashed in all directions.

Holding his hand suddenly lost strength, Ptolemy XIII thrashed even harder in the water.

At this time, Caesar was quite speechless.

He also lazily stood up, moved forward, stopped Ptolemy XIII's slender waist, and directly fished him out of the water.

Once in contact with the air again, Ptolemy XIII seemed to be reborn. He coughed violently, and then panted heavily.

Caesar didn't move or speak, and his eyes fell on the white back in front of him.

He pursed his lips lightly and narrowed his eyes. Although the little pharaoh in front of him was stupid, he had to say that this skin really surprised him.

After a while, Ptolemy XIII finally came to his senses. At this moment, he realized that his waist was being held by an arm, and his body was almost half hanging above the pool.

Ptolemy XIII straightened out his thoughts. Just now he saw Caesar coming, then wanted to put on his clothes, then fell into the water, and then...

Thinking of this, Ptolemy XIII's face turned red, and now he and Caesar were the only ones in the temple, and if this hand was not his own, it could only be that person's.

He was looking down at his current situation, with his head facing outwards, then...

The author has something to say: Revise the text...aggrieved face

12|chapter12

Ptolemy XIII froze completely, his brain went blank for a moment...

From the face to the roots of the ears to the back, the body was gradually dyed red, and even the body temperature rose a few degrees.

The current Ptolemy XIII looks like a cooked prawn.

Caesar threw his head back, away from the tender, hot spot.

Looking at the person who froze in front of him, unexpectedly, he didn't feel angry, but a little funny. This was the first time he accepted such a special meeting ceremony.

This butt/butt is pretty elastic.

"That..." Ptolemy XIII, who finally came back to his senses, said in a mosquito-like voice, but he regretted it as soon as he opened his mouth. In this situation, he wanted to use his humor to resolve the embarrassment, but Ptolemy XIII couldn't say any humorous words when he thought that his little chrysanthemum was facing someone.

He could even feel that his little chrysanthemums were opening and closing against that person because of nervousness...

Thinking of this, Ptolemy's body trembled for a while, as if an electric current passed through him, and he felt something strange under his body, and now he really wanted to die.

Ptolemy XIII had a mournful face. Is this body sick? It’s okay to be excited when I watched a horror movie before, but what’s the situation now, embarrassment will also trigger the g-spot of this body? !

What the hell is this slutty physique? I am a reserved and upright young man!

"Hi, Caesar, ha ha." Ptolemy XIII tried to divert Caesar's attention, but he found that he seemed to have failed...

Someone's gaze seems to have moved below.

Ptolemy XIII clamped his legs subconsciously, but unexpectedly squeezed into his...

"Oh, um... ahhh!"

The first two were low and weak sounds of forbearance, and the last three were Ptolemy XIII's frantic screams.

It's so embarrassing that even the underwear is gone... It's okay to be in front of others, but it's such an embarrassment in front of the target of the strategy, Caesar, what about the promised lure/temptation play?What about the boring/sao route?What the hell is this funny temperament coming to my face!

Ptolemy was annoyed when the familiar voice suddenly sounded in his ear.

"What did you do to the great Ptolemy King!" Hearing Ptolemy XIII's "howl", Portinos rushed in at a brisk pace, so fast that Caesar's men didn't even react. The gate of the palace was opened.

Ptolemy XIII was in a mess. He didn't want to broadcast this scene live. He didn't know where the strength came from. He broke Caesar's hand at once, and then fell into the water magnificently.

After falling into the water more times, Ptolemy XIII was surprised to find that his water quality seemed to have improved a lot, and he would hold his breath...

"King Ptolemy Thirteenth, where are you!" Portinos shouted loudly, he only saw Caesar in the palace, and he was still wearing armor in the bath of his beloved king.

Portinos was screaming, but he didn't have the guts to take a step closer to Caesar.

Caesar didn't even look at him, his eyes fell on the center of the pool, and the corners of his mouth seemed to rise slightly, "One, two, three."

At three, the center of the pool bubbled with air.

The water splashed everywhere, and Ptolemy Thirteen panted heavily, and hurriedly got out of the pool.

"King, king?" Bordinos stammered a little. For the first time, his voice was quieter, and he couldn't figure it out. What is his great Pharaoh doing, practicing holding his breath?

Meeting Portinos' puzzled eyes, Ptolemy XIII cleared his throat somewhat unnaturally, then hammered his chest, and spit out another mouthful of water.

"Holding your breath increases your lung capacity." Ptolemy Thirteen said, although he was still wearing his chest, he looked serious.

Portinos nodded. Although he couldn't understand what Ptolemy XIII was saying, he felt that his serious expression must be something very important.

"Lung capacity is good, and singing is good." Ptolemy XIII continued. He was very witty and rounded up this embarrassing situation. enough.

After hearing this, Portinos nodded again and again, looking suddenly enlightened.

Then Ptolemy Thirteen raised his hand and said to Portinos with a smile, "Portinos."

"Here, my king!" Looking at Ptolemy XIII's charming smile, Portinos felt a sense of ecstasy.

"You will be fined not to eat meat for a month, and then go out." Ptolemy XIII said to Portinos in a rare and calm tone.

"The great Ptolemy..." Portinos immediately changed his face, knowing that the greatest joy in his life is eating meat!

Ptolemy XIII made a gesture of two, "Two months."

"Wei..."

Seeing that the third finger was about to come out, Portinos immediately covered his mouth, "Yes, my king!" After saying this, he immediately retreated and rolled away like a gust of wind.

Knowing that Portinos was loyal to him, Ptolemy XIII did not punish him severely, but a small punishment is still necessary, otherwise he would break in like this every time to watch the live broadcast, Ptolemy XIII said , he will have a psychological shadow.

Ptolemy XIII smiled smugly. It seemed that he still had a sense of the ruling class. The expression on his face began to be a little arrogant, but when he turned his head to meet the man's eyes, the smile immediately froze.

Why did he forget that Caesar is still here...

Ptolemy XIII has a problem. Once he meets someone he likes or is stronger than him, his IQ will drop, and he will also be accompanied by embarrassment.

Caesar undoubtedly met both criteria.

The clever and cunning Ptolemy just now disappeared again. Although he knew that he was worthless, his personality could not be changed.

Ptolemy XIII was submerged in the water again, and his head was exposed, "Today, it's really hot."

Caesar said nothing.

Ptolemy Thirteen laughed dryly, "The water in this pool should be changed."

Caesar said nothing.

Ptolemy...

He lowered his head, looking at his own reflection in the pool, embarrassed, so embarrassed...

"One sheep, two sheep, three sheep." Ptolemy suffered from embarrassment, and subconsciously counted the sheep. The next time he sees Caesar, he must drink some wine. According to his friends, he The wine madness is quite uninhibited.

"One glass of wine, two glasses of wine, three glasses of wine." Unknowingly, Ptolemy replaced the sheep with wine, counting, and Ptolemy was a little confused.

The head starts little by little.

Although Caesar was expressionless, there was a smile in his eyes. This little guy seemed very interesting.

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13|chapter13

Caesar took off his armor and only wore Tunica. The softest fabric was soaked in water and stuck to his body. The strong texture and strong physique were like Greek sculptures.

The thick armor slashed across the water, and splashes splashed in the pool.

The splash of water hit Ptolemy XIII's face, waking him up from his sleep.

Ptolemy Thirteen raised his head, met those deep eyes, his body trembled, and immediately froze, looking very nervous, or embarrassed.

Caesar leaned leisurely against the wall of the pool, fiddling with the water with his hands casually. Every time he fiddled with the water, Ptolemy's heart trembled.

"King Ptolemy." Caesar stopped his hand and said in a magnetic voice.

"Here!" Hearing Caesar call his name, Ptolemy responded immediately, looking like a student being called by the teacher.

There was a smile on Caesar's mouth that Ptolemy XIII couldn't understand.

Ptolemy XIII's heartbeat couldn't help speeding up. With his IQ, he couldn't figure out what Caesar was thinking. This feeling of not being up or down was really uncomfortable.

"I..." As soon as Caesar said a word, Ptolemy XIII felt his nerves that were too tense to be broken, and his cramped calf followed the nerve reaction.

This time, he slipped on the sole of his foot and fell into the water again.

When the water was about to reach his head, the only thought in Ptolemy XIII's mind was that today was not a suitable day for bathing...

Seeing that he was about to drink another big meal, he was lifted out of the water by someone.

Ptolemy XIII, who could barely hold his breath, still had a puffy face, his eyes were closed, and he looked very tangled.

Seeing Ptolemy XIII like this, the smile on the corner of Caesar's mouth grew thicker, but Ptolemy XIII couldn't see it with his eyes closed.

After waiting for a long time, without the feeling of drowning, Ptolemy XIII slowly opened his eyes, eh, there is no water?

He blinked, and met Caesar's close-up handsome face.

Ptolemy XIII silently swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but the movement seemed a bit loud in this empty palace.

Ptolemy, who suffered from embarrassment again, laughed a few times, "I'm a little thirsty." After finishing speaking, he took a nap and spit out a few mouthfuls of water.

Then, his whole body was messed up in this embarrassing wind.

"Where is Pompey?" Caesar dragged Ptolemy XIII to him, and asked directly. If he didn't ask directly, Caesar believed that this person in front of him could really entertain himself for such a day.

Caesar especially hated stupid and timid people, and it just so happened that Ptolemy had both.

However, Ptolemy XIII seems to be another exception, because Caesar found that he did not hate the little pharaoh of Egypt.

"Who is Pompey?" Ptolemy XIII said exaggeratedly, his voice sounded a bit like Portinos.

It looks like he really doesn't know who Pompey is, but his acting skills are really...

Caesar lowered his head and put his lips in Ptolemy's ear, "Geneus Pompey, Your Majesty the King, are you sure you don't know him?" The deep voice made Ptolemy thirteen dozen gave a shudder.

It is said that when people are extremely nervous, their brains work the fastest. This is indeed a lie, and Ptolemy XIII is an exception.

"I know." He said immediately, he seemed to change his words a little too quickly, and when he realized what he said, Ptolemy XIII wanted to slap himself twice.

"Then ask the respected king to hand him over." Caesar directly expressed his intention. He wanted to take Pompey away, and he would take him away alive.

"Pompeii is missing." Ptolemy thought for a long time and popped out these few words.

Caesar laughed out loud, but the laughter was not so pleasant to the ears of Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy and Caesar were very close, and both of them could feel each other's body temperature, but at this time, instead of feeling hot, he felt cold.

Ptolemy XIII did not forget that the man holding him in front of him was Julius Caesar, and he was a dispensable Egyptian pharaoh. There was no Ptolemy XIII and Ptolemy XIV.

The instinct hidden in the body was finally stimulated, and Ptolemy XIII swore that his mind had never been so clear.

"I really don't know where Pompey is." It was the first time he lied, but Ptolemy was not as nervous as before.

He put his hands around Caesar's neck, and his legs around his waist.

Then he looked at Caesar with an innocent face, "Even if Pompey is really in my kingdom, it must not be me who knows where he is."

Caesar clasped Ptolemy XIII's chin tightly with his hands. The strength of his hands was a bit strong. He could feel the little pharaoh in front of him, and his legs clenched again.

After a while, Ptolemy's eye circles turned red. Although it is shameful for a grown man to cry, for this life, crying is nothing.

If this appearance were on any rough old man, Caesar would definitely feel disgusted, and he might even kill him. Man, you must never yield, and you must never shed tears.

But it seems to be a little different when this matter is changed to Ptolemy XIII. The appearance with its own beauty function has an effect at this time.

Ptolemy XIII subconsciously moved forward again, and his face became rosy. This was not an act.

Ptolemy XIII began to thank him for his little eccentricities and this constitution.

Caesar exhaled heavily, and the breath sprayed on Ptolemy XIII's face, and he even groaned.

Caesar's eyes darkened for a moment, he let go of his hand, and stood up from the pool, but he didn't expect that someone hugged him tightly, and it turned out to be hanging on his body.

Ptolemy XIII blinked, he really didn't mean it, he slowly loosened his legs, trying to get off him, but Caesar was too high, Ptolemy XIII's feet couldn't reach the ground of the pool .

If he just let it go like this, he would fall into the water gorgeously again. He drank too much water from the pool today, and Ptolemy said that he really had enough...

So the legs that had just been put down turned back again, Ptolemy raised his head, grinned, and looked like I couldn't get down now.

Caesar also smiled, and when he smiled, the smile on Ptolemy XIII's face froze.

What is he going to do again... Ptolemy XIII had an ominous premonition.

Who said that women's sixth sense is very accurate, and men's sixth sense is also very accurate!

I saw Caesar lifting Ptolemy up like a child.

The unobstructed look made Ptolemy a little shy, but before he could blush, Caesar let go of his hand, and Ptolemy XIII fell into the water magnificently... This time the splash was bigger than before , The moment before falling into the water, Ptolemy XIII's only thought was that today is really not suitable for bathing! ! !

The author has something to say: Baili will continue to write, even if it is a full-text overhaul, because I really like this article, and I have already entered the fatigue period after writing for such a long time , Writing this article made me find the feeling of just starting to write Wenwen.I like the mysterious Egypt and the Roman civilization.

Due to the recent system, the writing will not be so reckless. I hope that the relatives who like Egypt can accompany Baili to open this scroll and see the different love of the pharaoh who was cannon fodder.

14|chapter14

He was given a few mouthfuls of water again, and this time Ptolemy XIII lazily vomited.

He just got out of the water and sat on the bottom of the pool, the water was just up to his neck.

He raised his neck and looked at Caesar.

After experiencing the ups and downs just now, he didn't feel nervous looking at Caesar.

Not only not nervous, but also a little depressed.

Think about other people who have seen their demeanor, which one is not a nosebleed plus breathing, but Caesar is the calmest.

He glanced at himself just now, and Ptolemy suspected that he threw himself into the water without even finishing his glance...

Is it because I acted too stupid just now?Thinking of Ptolemy Thirteen, he felt helpless, his head would convulse when he was nervous, wondering if it was too late to restore his image?

Ptolemy dipped his face in the water, he needed a moment of silence.

He was spitting bubbles in the water, thinking how he could restore his image, acting cold and...

Ptolemy XIII was so engrossed in his thoughts that he completely left Caesar aside.

After rejecting n plans, Ptolemy felt a little desperate.

His only weapon now is his own skin, but it seems that Caesar doesn't buy it, and he doesn't even have a look of surprise in his eyes.

In fact, Ptolemy XIII misunderstood Caesar on this point. Caesar was also a man and liked beautiful things, but compared with power, beautiful things are not worth mentioning.

That's why he will be Julius Caesar while others will be lost in the long river of history.

Having given Ptolemy XIII enough time, Caesar took a step forward, and the fluctuation in the water made Ptolemy XIII look up.

He first sighed long, and then forced himself to look at Caesar.

What should come will always come, even if he wants to hide, the person in front of him will not allow it.

Caesar took a step forward, and Ptolemy XIII took a step back until his back touched the wall of the pool, and there was no way to retreat now...

"Hahaha." Ptolemy Thirteen laughed loudly first. When a person doesn't know what to do, a sudden laugh will temporarily make the other party a little confused.

Undoubtedly, Ptolemy's move was successful, and Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII with great interest.

Ptolemy XIII laughed for a long time, and the palace was filled with his laughter.

It has to be said that Ptolemy XIII is not only beautiful, but also has a nice voice, which is different from Caesar's deep and magnetic male voice. His voice seems to have three points of bewitching, three points of temptation, Falling into people's ears, people's hearts are itching.

But this voice is not feminine at all. Compared with his own body, Ptolemy XIII also prefers his own voice, although because of Bordinos, he is usually shouting, with a high-pitched voice , often making his voice a little broken...

Caesar didn't speak, just looked at him, the corners of Ptolemy XIII's mouth twitched slowly, and his smile froze. As expected of Caesar, he really didn't follow the routine...

Ptolemy XIII's face gradually became bitter. Haha, according to the routine of the bubble drama, shouldn't he ask himself what he is laughing at at this time?

When you meet Julius Caesar, you only know how to start, but never know the end, this is a great man...

But now is not the time to sigh. Looking at Caesar who didn't answer his words at all, Ptolemy XIII could only stop laughing embarrassingly.

Ptolemy XIII cleared his throat, he was a little thirsty from laughing just now, Caesar looked down at him, this feeling of oppression was not good.

Ptolemy XIII held his hand tightly, cheering himself up in his heart, "ican!"

He got up slowly, trying to stand up, but Caesar had already pushed him to the foot of the pool, and he was so close, as long as he moved forward a little, Ptolemy XIII's face could touch Caesar's knee.

Ptolemy XIII moved back vigorously, but he had no strength to stand up at all. Instead, his feet slipped, and he rushed towards Caesar...

Then, someone froze. At this moment, Ptolemy XIII's heart was broken. It seemed that he had gone through all possible situations today. He really didn't know whether he was Caesar's nemesis or Caesar was his own nemesis.

Ptolemy XIII pursed his lips, feeling as if he wanted to cry but had no tears.

After meeting Caesar, all the plans didn't seem to develop according to his expected trajectory.

The first step in Egypt has not yet been taken. Is it going to fail here?

Thinking of his failed life before time travel, Ptolemy Thirteen felt unwilling.

If you fail once in life, do you want to come again?

The hall was silent.

Caesar's light cough brought back Ptolemy's thoughts.

He raised his head and showed a smile that he thought was very friendly, but it seemed that the angle was wrong.

The perfect 45-degree angle is not so suitable at this time.

"It was just an accident." Ptolemy's tone was full of helplessness, and he lowered his head.

Try to keep embarrassment to a minimum.

Thinking about it, it seemed that what he said was incomplete, and Ptolemy XIII added, "Everything just now was an accident."

"Then what is not an accident?" Caesar asked, his tone was neither cold nor calm, making it impossible to guess what he was thinking at the moment.

"I don't know where Pompeo is, it's not an accident, it's true."

Caesar narrowed his eyes. He looked down at someone who was leaning on him, and took a step back. Sure enough, Ptolemy XIII fell into the water.

His nose had a close contact with the bottom of the pool, and then he saw that the water in the pool seemed to be stained a little red.

This time, Ptolemy XIII didn't struggle, but got up very calmly, the tip of his nose was red, and there was a nosebleed, even though he was so embarrassed, he still didn't look beautiful.

"I said that even if Pompey is in Egypt, I am not the one who knows about it." Ptolemy XIII repeated what he had just said, with a lot of helplessness in his tone.

Seeing Caesar's unbelieving gaze, Ptolemy XIII stood up, no longer shy and embarrassed just now, but came to Caesar very normally, he seemed to be a different person.

Ptolemy XIII only reached Caesar's shoulders, in order not to bleed his nose. At this time, he was holding his head up. It looked a little funny, but it was not funny when coupled with his helpless look.

Caesar looked Ptolemy XIII up and down, and he at this time was completely different from him when he met just now. Caesar didn't know whether to praise Ptolemy XIII's acting skills or not.

If you praise him for his good acting skills, then just pretend to be stupid until the end. If you say that his acting skills are not good, but the panic and stupidity just now really has no flaws.

In fact, Caesar overestimated Ptolemy XIII. How could he have any acting skills? What he showed was his true state. Although he was timid, it was really a matter of life and death. Ptolemy XIII did not forget , he is still a man.

If he failed in the previous life, he could use the excuse that he was not lucky and did not have a good background, but these excuses seemed to be invalid when he came to Egypt.

He was the Pharaoh of Egypt, the unique king of the kingdom.Even if he doesn't have any real power in his hands, in this current country where kingship is respected, and even kingship is a myth.

This identity is his biggest golden finger!

He wanted to be the king of Egypt, the real king!

Ptolemy XIII blocked his nose, probably when he was young and vigorous, his nosebleeds had already flowed down his hands, and the momentary redness on his white arms gave people a strong visual effect.

"Caesar, you really don't know my current situation?" The nasal voice spoke in an affirmative tone.

"I don't know what kind of situation King Ptolemy is in." The tone was also affirmative.

Ptolemy XIII smiled, not like the exaggerated smile just now, this time it was just a chuckle, he put his hand down, looked at the blood on his hand, and then met Caesar's eyes, "Caesar, what are you afraid of? ?” He suddenly said such a sentence.

Caesar froze for a moment, then narrowed his eyes, his eyes revealed a terrifying look.

But Ptolemy XIII didn't respond, and he would die in Caesar's hands at worst. If he was lucky, he might be able to wear it back.

The current Ptolemy XIII has a calmness that sees through life and death.

Before Caesar could speak, he took a step forward, landed on Caesar's feet with both feet, and then tiptoed.

He held Caesar's strong waist/limb firmly with one hand, raised the other hand, and used his fingers to instill Caesar's mouth that was about to open to speak.

Thin and consistent lips, feel good, Ptolemy XIII stroked back and forth, "Then let me say