Cleopatra's younger brother

Say, great Caesar, what is he afraid of. "

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15|chapter15

"You are afraid of Pompeii, Caesar, you are not confident." Ptolemy XIII said every word, he thought he must be crazy now.

Caesar narrowed his eyes. He wanted to grab Ptolemy XIII's throat with his hands, but he easily dodged it. Small people have such benefits. Ptolemy XIII put his face close to Caesar's. looking at him with a half-smile.

The anger he had never had before, Caesar now was like a beast that was stimulated, he fell down directly, and pressed Ptolemy XIII tightly into the water.

Unexpectedly, Ptolemy XIII did not struggle, on the contrary, he was very calm.

If a person is not even afraid of death, how can he panic?

The number of sunsets in the past few days has increased. Ptolemy XIII's water quality, especially holding his breath, is much better than before. On the contrary, Caesar's water quality is not so good.

He is holding on, for the dignity of a man.

Looking at the bubbles rising continuously in the water, Ptolemy XIII felt a little helpless. Although he was in the water, his head was not in the water.

Pompey's head was already in his hands, and he didn't want his golden thigh to drown like this.

Caesar is great, but he still has his shortcomings, excessive self-confidence, or it can be understood as insecurity. It is said that the gorgeous appearance is to cover up the empty self, and those superficial self-confidence are just to cover up the inner self. Not confident.

This is also the result of why Caesar in history ended up being assassinated to death. He was showing his self-confidence to his people, the self-confidence of Caesar, the first tyrant in Rome.

So he doesn't need guards, he doesn't need Antony because he's Caesar.

Ptolemy XIII rubbed upwards, and directly touched Caesar's lips with his own lips. As imagined, the thickness was moderate, and even in the water, it was still very comfortable to kiss.

Just as Ptolemy XIII could never guess what Caesar was thinking, Caesar also didn't know what the person in front of him would do next.

The sound of water sounded, and Caesar first surfaced from the bottom of the pool.

And Ptolemy XIII swam along the bottom of the pool to the opposite direction from Caesar.

He also surfaced, Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar, and licked the corner of his mouth.

Everything just now was like a dream, and he actually adjusted?Play Caesar!

"This game, Caesar, you lost." Ptolemy didn't know that he was the first person who dared to say lose to Caesar.

Caesar Zhou Shen's aura obviously became wrong. He looked at Ptolemy XIII like a leopard hunting.

Such a Caesar looks very masculine, and of course this is only for the onlookers. If Caesar is looking at you, no one will say that you are so handsome.

Ptolemy XIII shook his head, he wondered if his head was cracked and then entered the water.

When he felt the most manly in his life, the object turned out to be Caesar.

Should he be honored?Applause for pissing off your own life-saving straw?

I don't know if it's too late to give up now.

The fierce force just now passed, and Ptolemy XIII became an idiot again. Now he said that he was joking just now, I don’t know if Caesar still believes it.

Ptolemy XIII subconsciously glanced at Caesar from the corner of his eye, forgiving him, he really didn't have the courage to face Caesar right now.

However, in the eyes of Caesar, the behavior of Ptolemy XIII was undoubtedly provocative. Looking at people from the corner of his eyes was a great disrespect to him.

Ptolemy XIII seems to have returned to the time when he did what he did and how he did wrong.

He saw the murderous look in Caesar's eyes. Ptolemy XIII touched his neck. It seemed that it was too late to pretend to be stupid, so he could only bite the bullet and hold on to the end.

Ptolemy XIII looked calm on the surface, but his body collapsed tightly in the water.

"Caesar, since I won, how about we make a deal." Saying this, Ptolemy XIII swam to Caesar's side. He wrapped his arms around Caesar's neck, opened and closed his red lips, and tried his best to make a look. Looking seductive, to his disappointment, Caesar didn't seem to have much reaction.

How to do……

Ptolemy XIII was a little flustered at the moment. Seeing that Caesar remained silent, he really had no choice but to look at Caesar very "confidently".

Stare, let's see who can stare at whom.

Caesar grabbed Ptolemy XIII's head, and his whole body was lifted up with such force that he felt like his neck was about to break.

With the tip of his nose facing the man's, Ptolemy XIII was so nervous that he forgot to breathe.

"What deal?" Caesar said these four words unexpectedly, making Ptolemy XIII's eyes widen.

He swallowed and looked at Caesar's deep eyes in front of him. Does this prove that he has successfully attracted Caesar's attention?

Calm down, calm down, Ptolemy said to himself repeatedly, he must not miss this unique opportunity.

"I give you the right to find Pompey in the country of Egypt." Ptolemy XIII said these words with his majestic voice and demeanor.

But he didn't expect Caesar to laugh, actually laughed, and still sneered.

Caesar put down Ptolemy XIII and looked at him, "I don't know what rights the great Ptolemy King gave me."

Such clumsy words would be a joke to Caesar.

From Ptolemy XII onwards, the royal power of the Egyptian kingdom was much worse than before. By the time of Ptolemy XIII, this reputation may be the only thing left.

"How much, how much to give." Ptolemy XIII answered honestly.

"Why should I do such a deal?" Caesar asked, the coldness on his face getting stronger.

He came to Egypt to find Pompey, but he did not intend to be anyone's help.

"Rich Egypt, surrounded by Alexandria Bay, here is the richness that Rome wants." Ptolemy XIII paused, he raised the corners of his mouth, raised his eyebrows and eyes, "No, here is what you want from Caesar rich."

"If there is no Ptolemy XIII, there will be Ptolemy XIV." Caesar responded, which seems to be incomprehensible, but it is an obvious rejection of Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy XIII laughed, just as loudly as he had just laughed, but the smile was not abrupt.

"But there will be no Ptolemy king who is not greedy. I just want to live, as an Egyptian pharaoh."

Caesar looked over and did not believe what Ptolemy XIII said.

"I have no ambition, believe it or not, Caesar?" Ptolemy XIII did not lie, at this moment, he just wanted to live.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII and said nothing, he was thinking about the gains and losses of this benefit.

Ptolemy XIII looked at Caesar nervously, his hands trembling a little, and he tried his best to maintain the froze smile on his face.

Looking at the person in front of him who was obviously nervous to death but pretended to be calm, Caesar suddenly felt that this proposal was actually a good idea.

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16|chapter16

Caesar fished out his armor from the water. He walked up to Ptolemy XIII step by step, and glanced at him. Ptolemy XIII immediately stood up from the water, feeling a burst of coolness on his body. , Ptolemy XIII had the urge to sit down again, of course, only if Caesar allowed it.

Caesar seems to like Ptolemy XIII's neck very much, otherwise why would he choke here every time.

Ptolemy XIII suspects that he is holding his neck a few more times, and it is estimated that a circle of purple marks will be produced tomorrow.

He didn't resist anymore, anyway, the more fierce the resistance, the more uncomfortable it was.

Ptolemy XIII was half suspended in the air, and Caesar looked him up and down without any shyness in his eyes.So far that he didn't feel uncomfortable because of his difficulty in breathing, Ptolemy XIII/had a sense of shame/shame on the contrary because of this look.

Rare self-esteem welled up in his heart, and Ptolemy XIII, who was still struggling to breathe, closed his mouth and looked at Caesar fiercely.

His face was slowly turning red, and he looked like a mad cat at the moment.

Caesar narrowed his eyes, and suddenly laughed out loud, Ptolemy XIII was inexplicable.

At this moment, he looks funny? ?

For some reason, as long as he faced Caesar, Ptolemy XIII would always be a little more excited than usual. He always liked to pretend to be a tortoise, but he jumped his feet when Caesar laughed.

His eyes were wide open, the eyes were bloodshot, and the eye circles slowly turned red. In Ptolemy Thirteen's mind, he must look like an angry lion at this moment.

But Ptolemy XIII forgot that no matter how stern his expression was, with his appearance, it seemed to be seductive or coquettish.

Caesar's eyes seemed to darken for a moment, and he let go of his hand, but this time he put Ptolemy XIII down slowly, unlike the previous times when he was thrown into the water.

He threw the armor into the hands of Ptolemy XIII with one hand, and then he came out of the pool, walked to the throne in the hall of Ptolemy XIII very naturally, and sat down.

Ptolemy Thirteen was stunned for a moment. He blinked, looked down at Caesar in his arms, and then looked up at Caesar. What does this mean?

Ptolemy XIII was a little puzzled. Regardless of that much, he put on the armor slowly. Caesar was several sizes bigger than Ptolemy XIII. It can be said that one is a size M, and the other is a size M. It is xxl figure.

The armor was on his body, just covering all the key parts.

Seeing the series of actions of Ptolemy XIII, Caesar sitting on the throne was taken aback for a moment. Sure enough, whenever Caesar wanted to look at Ptolemy XIII, he would always do something stupid to show him Caesar proved that he wasn't all that shrewd.

Armor, throne, this is Caesar's hint to Ptolemy XIII, I give you the protection you need, you give me your absolute loyalty, in Egypt, you are the king, the ruler, but in front of me, Caesar, you but my followers.

It was impossible for Caesar to say this promise easily, and this indirect hint had already given Ptolemy thirteen face.

Forget it, if you can't understand it, you can't understand it. Caesar glanced at Ptolemy XIII. Sometimes, being stupid is not necessarily a bad thing.

"Caesar the Great." Ptolemy thirteen trotted up to Caesar, Caesar was sitting on the throne, and Ptolemy sat directly on the steps next to him, feeling nothing wrong at all.

"Caesar?" Caesar looked down at Ptolemy XIII and repeated what he had just said.

Caesar is what later generations called Caesar, and Ptolemy Thirteen's head was muddled, and he yelled it out.

Ptolemy Thirteen was stunned for a moment, then nodded very dog-leggedly, "In my heart, you are the god of war, my idol." He looked at Caesar with shining eyes, looking like a star-chaser nympho.

This kind of Ptolemy XIII is completely different from the person who threatened Caesar with cold eyes just now.

But this flattering Caesar sounded very much to his liking.

He nodded and signaled Ptolemy XIII to continue.

Ptolemy Stone Thirteen moved forward again, and he looked up at Caesar, "Well, that deal just now?" In the end, Caesar didn't give him a specific answer. Did he agree or not?

The expression of admiration combined with this stupid remark put Caesar in a surprisingly good mood.

"Until Pompey is found, I will not go," Caesar responded.

"Oh." Ptolemy Thirteen nodded, "That..." He still wanted to ask, but Caesar glanced at him, he bent down, and just stretched out his hand, Ptolemy Thirteen subconsciously flashed, Touching his neck with his hands.

Brother, can you change the place?If you keep pinching here, you will die...

Caesar, who lost his hand, took a chance. He looked at his hand, then rubbed his fingers, "I want to know about Pompey in a month."

Although it is a declarative sentence, Caesar uses a commanding tone.

He also knew that Ptolemy XIII was a puppet now, so he would give him a month to see if this person was worth his support.

The current form of Rome is not stable, which is why Egypt still exists and has not become a Roman territory.

The distance is long, coupled with the chaotic situation in Egypt and completely different beliefs, it will take a lot of effort to stabilize here. Instead of spending this time, it is better to cultivate a ruler like the puppet of Ptolemy XII.

But this ruler cannot be as incompetent as Ptolemy XII. What Caesar wants is a rich and stable Egypt to support his great cause.

This may sound like a daydream. It is impossible not to feel rebellious when a person is strong, let alone the ruler of a country.

This is why Caesar did not agree to Ptolemy XIII to become the only king of Egypt. He needed someone to check and balance Egypt's right to rule.

And who can win the final victory depends on who Caesar favors in the end.The initiative is ultimately in the hands of Caesar.

However, if Caesar knew that his decision was one of the few that he regretted in the future, I don't know how he would feel.

"Oh." Ptolemy XIII nodded again, "That..."

Caesar glanced at Ptolemy Thirteen. At this moment, Ptolemy seemed a little entangled because he didn't know how to say the following words.

He rubbed his feet back and forth on the ground, as if he was thinking, so that Caesar could answer him positively, whether he hugged this golden thigh or not?

Seeing Ptolemy XIII like this, Caesar suddenly felt bad taste for some reason.

He reached out and grabbed his chin again, for some reason, he especially liked to look at his wet eyes, it felt like he was bullying a small animal.

Ptolemy XIII's reaction didn't disappoint Caesar either. He, who was thinking, let Caesar make such a sudden attack, and he looked so bewildered that he couldn't pretend.

It's just that Ptolemy XIII didn't expect that Caesar would have another move. Looking at the enlarged handsome face in front of him, Ptolemy XIII widened his eyes, and the warmth on his lips made his head buzz. Blank.

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17|chapter17

Caesar deepened the kiss until Ptolemy XIII turned red from lack of oxygen.

The two lips that were touching were slowly separated.

Ptolemy Thirteen was breathing heavily, panting harder than when he was drowning just now, he felt like his body was burning.

There is only one sentence in his head, "Caesar kissed me, I was kissed by force!"

In fact, it can't be regarded as a forced kiss, after all, in the end someone still responded, although he regarded this as instinct, not his own subjective consciousness.

Caesar straightened up and moved away from Ptolemy XIII without looking away from him.

At this moment, Ptolemy Thirteen's lips were still red, like a cherry, but lacked some luster.

Caesar dipped his finger in the pool water, and it landed on Ptolemy XIII's lips.

He stroked the lips of Ptolemy XIII back and forth, until the cherry-like lips became moist, Caesar stopped his hand in satisfaction.

He pursed his lips, with a smile on the corner of his mouth, his eyes fixed on Ptolemy XIII.

This last action made Ptolemy XIII red again. Ptolemy XIII, who had always been thick-skinned, seemed to be particularly shy in front of Caesar.

"Thank you King for your hospitality. It tastes good." Caesar said this seriously. Although Ptolemy XIII had already kissed Caesar in the water just now, the feeling of taking the initiative is different, especially after seeing A certain person's dumbfounded expression gave rise to a sense of satisfaction in his heart.

Hearing this, Ptolemy XIII's head, which had just been a little clear, buzzed again, and it went blank.

His eyes widened, his face blushed, his mouth opened slightly, as if he wanted to say something to Caesar, but he didn't say it for a long time.

I have to admit that although the person in front of me was stupid, he accidentally brought up Caesar's interest.

"I'll be looking for you in two days." Caesar said to Ptolemy XIII, in a tone that seemed like the boss was talking to his subordinates.

After finally coming to Egypt, Caesar didn’t come for pure enjoyment. Although Egypt was the backup granary of Rome, Rome didn’t know much about it.

Leaving aside the aspects of culture, even the map of the sea area near Alexandria Harbor and the layout of Alexandria City are from a long time ago.

So Caesar took advantage of this opportunity to search for Pompey to draw up a detailed map.

"That..." Ptolemy XIII, who had been stunned for a long time, finally choked out these two words. He looked at Caesar and met his cheetah-like eyes. Ptolemy XIII swallowed a mouthful of saliva, very uncomfortable. Nodding angrily.

This stupid and aggrieved look made people feel funny, but at the same time, the idea of ​​bullying him was sprouted.

Caesar squinted his eyes, suppressing the instinctive impulse.

It has been too long in this palace. Although Caesar didn't feel bored in this process, he still had a lot of things to do. He glanced at the armor on Ptolemy XIII.

This battle armor has been with him for many years, and has never been on anyone else's body.

Ptolemy XIII watched Caesar staring at the armor on his body, and blushed again. Do you want me to take it off for him?

"that……"

Before Ptolemy XIII could speak, Caesar turned and left, leaving Ptolemy XIII in a mess. What does this mean?

In fact, Ptolemy XIII was thinking too much. This armor is very particular in Rome. The same armor cannot be worn by two people. Now that Ptolemy XIII has already put it on, Caesar is unlikely to want to go back.

It wasn't until Caesar walked out of the palace and Portinos rushed in that Ptolemy XIII was relieved from his thinking mode.

"Great King Ptolemy, what did that barbaric Roman do to you!" Bosnos almost howled.

With wet hair close to the face, blush cheeks, and a graceful figure that cannot be blocked by heavy armor, anyone who sees Ptolemy XIII like this will dream about it.

Ptolemy gave Portinos a thirteenth look, but he didn't speak. Now he is not in the mood to explain to Portinos, he can think whatever he likes.

"Get out." Ptolemy XIII said wearily. Before Bordinos could react, he pointed out the door with his finger. This time, he didn't even look at Portinos.

Now Ptolemy Thirteen has a signal all over his body, "I'm not happy, don't mess with me."

Portinos shrank his neck and gave Ptolemy XIII a weak look. Although he was worried about his great king, he didn't dare to talk any further, so he could only retreat reluctantly.

After waiting for Portinos to leave, Ptolemy XIII walked to the front of the soft couch, picked up his precious blanket, and then covered his head. Today is too messy, he needs to sort out his thoughts .

"Caesar, Pompey, and Achilles." Ptolemy repeated the names of these people ten times.

The logic in my mind slowly cleared up.

Putting aside the stupid things I did today and Caesar's last abnormal behavior, Ptolemy XIII analyzed that Caesar still intends to form an alliance with him, but the premise is that Caesar must not know that Pompey's head is in his hands .

You must know that the most rare thing in this era is trust. If Caesar knows that he has tricked him, the consequences will be unimaginable.

Now the only ones who know about this matter are himself and Sidotes. According to his virtue, betrayal is really a matter of minutes.

This is what worries Ptolemy XIII the most.

I only blame myself for being too fraught in doing things before, and not considering the consequences.

At the moment, you can only keep it a secret for as long as you want. Before you get enough of Caesar's favorability, Tolemy Thirteen will never let this matter get out.

It was quite a failure to think about it. Just now Ptolemy XIII thought about his own advantages, but after much deliberation, he seemed to have only this face.

A king without power will be ousted sooner or later.

No wonder so many people want to fight for their rights. Without rights, there is really no sense of security.

After all, it is modern people, and Ptolemy XIII has more ideas in his head than these aborigines.

In order to take back the rights bit by bit, Achilles must get rid of him, and Caesar seems to be the best sword.

However, looking at Caesar's current attitude, it is obvious that he wants to stay out of the matter.

How can he be dragged into this swirl of power struggle?

Thinking of this, Ptolemy XIII's eyes lit up. There were common interests or common threats. He repeated this sentence with a smile on the corner of his mouth.

18|chapter18

"Achilles." Ptolemy XIII took the blanket off his head with calculating eyes.

Although there are not many memories of the original owner in his head, Ptolemy XIII can conclude that this person has no loyalty to himself at all from Achiles' attitude towards him.

But how big his ambition is, Ptolemy XIII is not sure yet.

In the country of Egypt, or the Ptolemy dynasty, the king holds absolute power, and everything in this country belongs to the mythical king.

It's just that with the passage of time, although the king's rights have not weakened, this position has become more and more unstable.

Ptolemy XII was overthrown and kicked out of power. If it wasn't for the support of Rome, he wouldn't know what he was doing playing the flute while he was alive.

The kingship is supreme, but this power is not in his own hands, what a sad thing.

Ptolemy Thirteen pursed his lips. Even if he traveled through time, he would have a tragic life. He was really unwilling.

He was lying on his back on the marble, with his body still facing Caesar's armor, "Thirteen, fourteen, fifteen." He counted slowly, please don't get me wrong, he is not counting, he is counting Calculate this, how many people can become the successors of the Ptolemaic dynasty.

Counting, he suddenly became irritable, Ptolemy Thirteen got up, at this moment he wanted to yell, but he just opened his mouth without making a sound.

Ptolemy XIII let out a few long breaths, and he repeated Caesar's name several times in his heart. His expression of madness just now calmed down, and his whole person became much quieter.

"Bordinos." Ptolemy XIII shouted, and as soon as the words fell, Bordinos rushed in immediately.

His face was full of excitement, this time finally the king let him in.

Ptolemy XIII glanced at Portinos, and the corners of his mouth twitched subconsciously.

Chubby figure, round face, and shining eyes staring at Ptolemy XIII.

Every time they met, Ptolemy XIII wanted to yell at him.

Although this man acted exaggeratedly, Ptolemy XIII had to admit that he was loyal to him, and this body still had some feelings for the original owner. Although he wanted to beat Portinos as soon as he saw him, the peace of mind in his heart was not fake.

Ptolemy XIII hooked his fingers to Portinos, his red lips slightly parted, "Come here."

Portinos was stunned for a moment, and then looked shyly at Ptolemy Thirteen, still a little shy.

"Come here!" Ptolemy XIII yelled at him angrily this time.

Bordinos really returned to normal, I saw him running over with big strides, his face shaking his head.

Seeing this chubby ball whizzing towards him, Tolemy Thirteen was helpless and funny.

His own charm seems to be useful to everyone except Caesar.

But who is to blame for this? Ptolemy XIII looked like a tsundere queen in front of everyone except Caesar, but in front of Caesar, he turned into a cute and frizzy person.

"The great thirteenth king Ptolemy, what orders do you have, I swear to the gods, I am absolutely loyal to you, ah!"

"Stop!" Before Portinos could speak the next sentence, Ptolemy XIII quickly stopped what he was going to say next.

It may be because Ptolemy XIII hadn't talked to Portinos for too long, he was very excited today, looking at it like that, if he didn't stop him, he could definitely talk non-stop all afternoon.

Ptolemy XIII said stop too often, and Portinos also knew that this meant for him to stop.

Portinos blinked his small eyes, and looked at Ptolemy XIII brightly.

"Cleopatra VII, where is it now?" Ptolemy XIII stood up, wrapped the blanket around his lower body, and wore Caesar's armor on it. Thirteen's serious look really has a bit of aura.

"Uh..." Portinos was speechless for the first time.

Ptolemy Thirteen raised his eyebrows, as if he had seen through Portinos' mind, "Tell the truth."

Portinos glanced at Ptolemy XIII with his small eyes, his expression was quite painful, he shook his big face, and said three words, "I don't know."

For the first time, he spoke so concisely.

Ptolemy XIII gave Portinos a big white eye. Although it was expected, he was still a little disappointed.

"Which woman is Achilles' favorite?" Ptolemy XIII asked again.

This time Portinos nodded wildly like mashing garlic. He knew a lot about these three or eight things.

"Nefeli, I heard that Achilles hangs around every night. This woman has Egyptian blood, and her white skin is as smooth as the moon, oh!" They all squinted.

Ptolemy XIII's eyes fell on Portinos, that's gone, can he still be in love?

Portinos had Barabara talking a lot, while Ptolemy XIII had been distracted. When he came back to his senses, he saw that the fat man in front of him was sweating profusely.

This is really gossip to a certain level.

Ptolemy XIII cleared his throat, and Portinos shut his mouth reflexively, but this time he really misunderstood, Ptolemy XIII did not intend to shut him up.

Ptolemy XIII smiled at the corner of Portinos' mouth, and Portinos only felt a shiver all over his body. Whenever Ptolemy XIII smiled like this, there must be nothing good.

"Bordinos." The bewitching voice made Bordinos lose his mind for a moment.

"My dear Ptolemy the Thirteenth King." Portinos replied, unconsciously taking two steps forward.

"Do you know where that woman often goes?" Ptolemy XIII asked.

Portinos nodded blankly.

"Okay!" Ptolemy XIII tapped his fingers, "Tell me in detail, verbatim."

This is the first time that Ptolemy XIII has talked so much with Portinos and hasn't gotten tired of it.

Not to mention, this Bordinos is also a god, and he knows everything about this gossip.

"So, Achiles is going to train today?" Ptolemy XIII asked.

Portinos nodded, "Achilles will go to train for three days every half month."

Ptolemy Thirteen nodded. Only then did he realize that he knew very little about the state of this country since he traveled across the country. If you asked him what he was doing these days, he answered: Thinking about how to seduce Caesar.

"The farming is in whose hands?"

"Sidotes." Bordinos blinked his small eyes. His great king must have been too tired for the past two days, and he didn't even have a good memory.

"One farmer and one army." Ptolemy XIII said helplessly, no wonder Sidotes wanted to bring down Achiles so much, his strength was comparable.

"Does Sidotes have any favorite women?"

Ptolemy XIII had already made up his mind. He didn't have the strength to move these two people now, so he could only start with the people around them.

Portinos laughed a few times, and the smiles were malicious.

"Speak quickly if you have anything to say." Ptolemy XIII touched his arm with his hand, making Bordinos laugh so that he got goosebumps all over his body.

"The great Ptolemy Thirteenth King, that Sidotus has no favorite women, he only likes men."

"Only like men?"

"I only like men." Bordinos replied with certainty, not many people know about such confidential gossip.

"I only like men." Ptolemy XIII repeated, and it seemed that it was time to test his charm.

19|chapter19

"Portinos, the weather is so beautiful today, just like my mood, I want to hold a banquet in the palace." Ptolemy XIII said in a high voice, it seemed that he was really in a good mood.

"By the way, don't forget to invite Neferi. If Achilles, who is so conscientious, is not here, then treat his family well."

Portinos nodded, he really couldn't keep up with the jumping thinking of his king.

Could it be that he was the same as himself, excited to listen to the gossip?

"What are you doing in a daze, hurry up and prepare." Ptolemy XIII yelled at Portinos who was in a daze.

Ptolemy XIII is used to it. If you don’t yell at Portinos for a while, he will never understand what you mean.

The roaring voice "Wait." Ptolemy XIII called out before Portinos could take this big step.

Bordinos came to a sudden brake and almost fell to the ground. Don't blame him, after all, his gravity is a bit strong.

"My great King Ptolemy, what are your orders." Turning around, the attitude is still good.

"Let the maid bring some gorgeous clothes, by the way, don't disturb Caesar." Ptolemy XIII said.

"Yes, my king." Portinos looked at Ptolemy XIII with bright eyes. He understands the gorgeous clothes, right?

Portinos hurried down, the time for the dinner was not long, and there were still many things to prepare. The task entrusted to him by King Ptolemy must be perfect.

Ptolemy XIII let out a long breath, took off his armor, and came to the mirror with his bare upper body.

With a face more beautiful than a woman, Ptolemy slowly sketched his face with his hands, every frown and smile are so touching.

Ptolemy XIII narrowed his eyes, isn't it beautiful?The answer is of course yes, it is beautiful, but in beauty, Ptolemy XIII did not forget that he is a man, even though he is a man who likes men.

In fact, many so-called curved men in real life are bisexual, especially the one above.

Before Ptolemy XIII crossed over, he was not absolutely bent, but he later discovered that he liked men more than women.

Moreover, he has always thought that he is the kind that is partial to 1, although there is always a certain gap between reality and ideals.

But it is also for this reason that Ptolemy XIII is not the kind of girl in the circle, at most it is a bit boring/sexy.

Able to bend and stretch, capable of throwing down male gods, and having the ability to flirt/sister, this is Ptolemy Thirteen's definition of himself, although flirting/sister is just a joke, but I have watched too many soap operas, and I have some understanding of women .

It is said that a woman's heart is a needle in the bottom of the sea. In this circle, you can't understand the heart of a man.

Before Ptolemy XIII crossed over, although his life was unhappy, he still had good friends in twos and threes, but the strange thing is that his friends were all "lower" kings, and among these people, he was the one who gave back to the men.

As a result, people often talk about trash cans, which made Ptolemy Thirteen wonder whether he really stepped into the ranks of aunts ahead of time, and why everyone loves to talk to him about bitterness.

He listened a lot and watched a lot, which made Ptolemy an expert in love. Unexpectedly, the skills he learned would come in handy here.

20|chapter20

Ptolemy XIII stepped down from the throne and chuckled at everyone.

The corners of his mouth were raised, and his long and narrow eyes were slightly raised. He came to the waiter, picked up a glass of wine, and shook it.

I don't know what brewing method was used, but this wine is stronger than what Ptolemy XIII drank in modern times.

Alcohol has always been a taboo for Ptolemy XIII,