Cleopatra's younger brother

Ptolemy XIII returned to his palace, and he asked Portinos to treat his wound.

I don't know if the sword is too sharp or the meat of Ptolemy XIII is too tender, the meat at the fingertips has turned up.

Bordinos felt his heart ache seeing his king's injury like this, but Ptolemy XIII was like a normal person, and he didn't even blink when he was dealing with the wound.

It's not that Ptolemy XIII is not afraid of pain, but his mind is not on it.

Now all he can think about is the expression on Caesar's face when he left. It's not the same as usual, and he always feels that something is wrong.

The tingling sensation of the "hissing" finger brought back Ptolemy XIII's thoughts, and Portinos wrapped Ptolemy XIII's injured finger like a rice dumpling.

"Go down, no one is allowed to come in without my order." Ptolemy XIII said to Portinos, at this moment he was indescribably irritated.

Following the instructions of Ptolemy XIII, Portinos withdrew and guarded the door with his guards.

The door of the main hall was closed, Ptolemy XIII walked to the bed, lay down gently,

He took out the strip of cloth that Caesar had bound himself up from his body, and held it up with his hand.

The corner of the cloth was already stained red by his blood, "What's wrong?" Ptolemy XIII murmured.

He looked at the cloth repeatedly, and Caesar's slightly abnormal expression always appeared in front of his eyes.

The horn sounded outside the hall, and Ptolemy XIII stood up, frowning unconsciously.

The horn would sound only when the Egyptian pharaoh greeted guests or when the soldiers returned. Ptolemy XIII was still in the temple, so it is self-evident who the person who greeted was.

It's just training the army, but just like returning from victory, Achiles seems to be too presumptuous, and he really didn't take Ptolemy XIII seriously.

A sneer appeared on the corner of Ptolemy XIII's mouth, which made him feel complacent for a while, the higher he flew, the harder he fell.

There was a quarrel outside the gate of the palace, and Portinos raised his voice, "Achilles, don't go too far! King Ptolemy said that he didn't see anyone!"

"Achilles, stop for me!"

The gate of the palace was still opened, and Ptolemy XIII glanced out, only to see Portinos was thrown to the ground by Achiles' men, looking very embarrassed.

Ptolemy XIII narrowed his eyes, with a stern look in his eyes.

Although Ptolemy XIII disliked Portinos from time to time, it was common to yell at him.But it was also because of Ptolemy XIII's trust in Portinos.

But Achilles did not have this right. Bordinos was the court minister in his position, and the two could be regarded as equals. Achilles' actions were undoubtedly slapping Ptolemy XIII in the face.

Achilles strode in, looked at Ptolemy XIII who was half leaning on the bed, and didn't even salute him.

I haven't seen you for a few days, this puppet really has a lot of skills.

Of course there is a reason for Achilles to be so angry. If someone takes advantage of your absence to seduce your woman, a man can't stand it.

Achilles has more eyeliner than Ptolemy XIII imagined.

When Ptolemy XIII went to see Neferi, he was already concealed enough, but Achiles still knew about it.

But fortunately, Ptolemy XIII had already reached an agreement with Neferi, so Achiles only knew that Ptolemy XIII had set up a banquet for Neferi to go, and Neferi had hidden the rest of the matter tightly.

But this is enough to make Achilles angry. Neferi is just one of the reasons, or it is not even a reason, it is just an excuse. Women cannot be counted in Achilles' eyes. Above are people.

Achilles just took this opportunity to warn Ptolemy XIII, who has been active recently, to be his puppet, and not to have any thoughts that he shouldn't have.

Ptolemy Thirteen looked lazily at the sullen Achilus in front of him, and the corner of his mouth curled into a faint smile.

He glanced at the wine glass on the marble table, and slowly poured himself a glass of strong wine. Perhaps, he should face this person in a different way.

Ptolemy XIII raised his glass and put the wine on the tip of his nose. The mellow and strong smell of the wine made him slightly drunk before he had even tasted it.

He raised his eyes and looked at Achilles, who was already burning with anger, without any reaction.

Raising the wine glass, he drank the wine in one gulp, and the spilled wine left along the neck of Ptolemy XIII, soaking the clothes he had just put on.

Ptolemy Thirteen narrowed his eyes lazily. He tore off his coat, threw it aside, and raised his glass towards Achiles.

He could feel that someone's already uneven breathing would almost dissipate when he saw such a beauty in a big anger.

Achilles' face gradually softened, and he walked towards Ptolemy XIII step by step.

There was a disgusting smile on his face.

"My dear King Ptolemy." When Achilles said the king, he deliberately deepened his tone.

His eyes stared motionlessly at the skin of Ptolemy XIII.

The seductive aura of the black dragon on the arm made Achiles' throat dry up.

He walked up to Ptolemy XIII, took the wine glass in Ptolemy XIII's hand, and licked the place where he drank with his tongue.

Licking his tongue again and again, this action Achilles thought was very sexy, but it was disgusting in the eyes of Ptolemy Thirteen.

Licking the wine glass around, Achilus' eyes returned to Ptolemy XIII, he took another step forward, and stretched out his hand, trying to provoke Ptolemy XIII's chin .

I don't know what it's like to have lips stained with the fragrance of wine.

Ptolemy XIII seemed to have seen through Achilles' movements, and he blocked Achilles' salty pig's hand with his hand in a very quick reaction, which made Achilles stunned.

However, Achilles did not show the slightest displeasure on his face. In his eyes, Ptolemy XIII's behavior was undoubtedly refusal and welcome.

"My dear king, what's the matter?" Achilles looked at Ptolemy XIII's tightly bandaged hands and asked with "concern".

Ptolemy XIII smiled, "I don't know what's the matter with Achilles." He didn't answer his question, but changed the subject.

"Hehe." Achilles laughed, "It's nothing, I just miss my dear king." Seeing such a beautiful scenery, Achilles couldn't say anything else.

It's rare that Ptolemy XIII was so "active", and Achiles didn't enjoy it, how could he accept the kindness of the little king.

Achilles' eyes were fiery, as if he wanted to eat Ptolemy XIII.

Ptolemy XIII smiled. He stood up and faced Achiles.

"Coincidentally, I miss Achilles too." Ptolemy said word by word, his red lips opened and closed, making people have the urge to kiss.

Achilles thought so, and did the same.

Looking at the disgusting face enlarged in front of him, Ptolemy XIII took a step back, and someone's mouth fell into an empty space.

Achilles frowned, with impatience and faint displeasure on his face.

He didn't want to touch Ptolemy XIII at first, but as he got older, Ptolemy XIII grew more and more amazing, especially these days, Ptolemy XIII's temperament seemed to have changed a lot.

He used to think of a stupid goose without a mind, but now he thinks of a cobra with venom.

Although this kind of him made Achiles feel extremely threatened, but he had to admit that while feeling threatened, there was also a faint irritation in his heart.

As a man, what I like most is the feeling of conquest.

Watching Ptolemy XIII take a step back, Achiles took a step forward, and Ptolemy XIII just stood there without moving.

He looked at the wrinkled old face of Achilles, and a sneer appeared on the corner of his mouth, although this smile fell into Achilles' eyes as a charm.

"Achilles, how is the result of this training?" Ptolemy XIII asked.

"If the king wants to know, I can tell you slowly."

Ptolemy XIII breathed a sigh of relief at Achilus. The breath was mixed with the aroma of wine. At this time, Ptolemy XIII was like a glass of fine wine, and Achilus couldn't wait to taste it.

Achilles turned his head, and just as his thick lips were about to touch Ptolemy XIII's face, there was a rubbing sound, and Ptolemy XIII took a step back, holding Achilles' sword in his hand.

"What is King Ptolemy doing?" Achilles' expression changed.

Ptolemy Thirteen raised his sword, "I want to have a fight with Achilles."

Achilles sneered, and he spread his hands, "Should His Majesty give me a weapon?"

Ptolemy XIII shook his head, "The brave Achilles still needs this?" As soon as the words fell, Ptolemy XIII stabbed Achilles steadily and fiercely with a sword in his hand.

With such a speed, even the battle-tested Achilles couldn't react.

It's just that the sword stopped as soon as it fell on Achiles' face.

Achilles is different from Sidinos. He has the military power in his hands. These rights cannot be won in a day or two. Although Ptolemy XIII intends to ally with Caesar, but in his own heart It is also clear that he and Caesar have different positions. If one wants to sit safely in the position of pharaoh, strength is indispensable.

The cold sword rubbed back and forth on Achiles' face, and Achiles stood there, motionless.

His eyes were fixed on Ptolemy XIII, and now he was looking at the smile at the corner of his mouth. What Achilus felt was not charming but dangerous.

"Achilles, tell me, who am I?" Ptolemy Thirteen asked word by word, and slowly picked Achilles' chin with the blade.

"King Ptolemy Thirteen." Achilles said reluctantly.

"Also." Ptolemy XIII continued, he seemed not satisfied with this answer.

besides?Achilles looked at Ptolemy XIII, and increased the strength of his sword.

Achilles didn't dare to swallow his Adam's apple.

"Pharaoh of Egypt, son of the great Amon." Achilles thought about what Portinos usually said.

Hearing this, Ptolemy XIII held his sword a little less. He looked at Achiles with a smile, but there was no smile in his eyes, "It's good to know."

As he said that, he scratched Achilles' face with one side of his sword, and the meandering blood flowed down Achilles' face. Achilles' eyes widened. Really hit him.

The sword moved forward, and the bottom of the sword faced Achiles, "Remember, I am the only king of Egypt."

Looking at Achiles, whose face was already pale, Ptolemy XIII laughed out loud, "Back off, I have to meet my dear friend in Rome later."

Putting down the sword, Achilus looked at Ptolemy XIII and clenched his hands, but he didn't make any further moves, "Of course, my king."

Unexpectedly, Achiles retreated obediently like this.

Ptolemy Thirteen narrowed his eyes slightly. He would not get carried away thinking that this was his own victory and everything was just the beginning.