Cleopatra's younger brother

The dazzling picture, Ptolemy XIII was fixed at the door.

Caesar looked at Ptolemy XIII blankly, and even lowered his head to kiss the man's forehead.

Ptolemy XIII's body began to tremble slightly, and he tried hard to suppress his emotions.

He took a step forward, and the figures of the two people in front of him became clearer and clearer. Every time he took a step, Ptolemy XIII's heart trembled.

The hand that embraced that person, the lips that kissed that person's forehead, ruined, wanted to destroy everything.

"Caesar." He called his name, lowered his voice, and Ptolemy XIII tried his best to make his voice sound neutral.

Caesar didn't respond, but the man in front of him turned around.

Ptolemy XIII visibly froze.

His eyes narrowed slightly, looking at the smiling man in front of him.

With a pleasant laugh, the man put down his hand holding Caesar's neck, and walked up to Ptolemy XIII step by step, "My dear brother, long time no see."

"Cleopatra VII." Looking at the face in front of him that looked exactly like his own, Ptolemy XIII said word by word. Although his face was calm, his heart was tumbling.

This woman looks exactly like him.

She laughed again, then stroked her face, took a step back and came to Caesar's side, leaning half of her body on Caesar's body.

"Caesar, tell me, do my dear brother and I look alike?"

"He looks very much like you." Caesar responded, his hand still holding Cleopatra VII's soft waist.

"I look very similar to her?" Ptolemy XIII wanted to sneer, but forced himself to put on a heartbroken smile.

He looks a lot like you, and you look a lot like him. In the same sentence, if the subject is changed, the meaning is completely different.

Seeing Ptolemy XIII's injured appearance, Cleopatra VII obviously raised the corners of his mouth.

But Caesar behind him had a cold face.

Ptolemy XIII trembled all over, he turned around, and strode towards the outside of the palace.

Looking at the back of Ptolemy XIII, Caesar pushed Cleopatra VII, who was leaning beside him, aside with his hands.

Then he took another look outside the hall.

Pained by being pushed by Caesar, Cleopatra VII rubbed her arm with her hands.

She looked up at Caesar in front of her, then narrowed her eyes, she was really a ruthless man.

This time, it was really not Cleopatra VII who came to find Caesar, but Caesar sent someone to take him over.

Being hit by Ptolemy XIII to such an extent was something Cleopatra VII had never thought about. She originally wanted to use Caesar's golden thigh to regain the position of pharaoh.

Helpless, Ptolemy XIII had already been prepared. She would never have been able to enter the city of Alexandria, let alone see Caesar.

But there is no unparalleled road, and Caesar wants to meet himself.

This man caught the attention of Cleopatra VII at first glance, but Caesar obviously had no intention of her.

Thinking of the agreement between the two, Cleopatra VII felt angry.

Caesar promised her a city, and as for the Ptolemaic Kingdom, he told her not to covet half of it.

Of course Cleopatra VII would not agree, "I would rather die if I agree to such a condition!"

"Then go die." Caesar responded coldly, without any warmth in his words. He just lacked such a person who made Ptolemy XIII sad. As for who it is, it is not that important.

Of course Cleopatra VII did not believe that Caesar was willing to kill her, after all, his face was the same as the trash he wanted to protect.

But she didn't know that what Caesar loved was not the skin of Ptolemy XIII, but the soul he loved, the soul called Tutankhamun, even though he had an ugly outside, Caesar would still love him.

Cleopatra VII lightly touched the wound on his waist with his hand, just a little bit, and he would not be able to see the sun tomorrow.

But the more Caesar is like this, the more her desire to conquer is aroused. She wants to see how Caesar looks confused/chaotic under her skirt in the end.

So, there is the present scene.

Ptolemy XIII was heartbroken, then despaired of Caesar, and finally put all his mind on power or worry-free enjoyment. This is the trajectory that Caesar predetermined for Ptolemy XIII.

But he miscalculated a bit, he is Tutankhamun, not Ptolemy XIII.

The moment Ptolemy turned around, his heartbroken expression had completely subsided. He was Tutankhamun, not the weak Ptolemy XIII.

Caesar really staged a perfect heartbreaker drama, but unfortunately, Tutankhamun didn't believe it.

Caesar really underestimated Ptolemy XIII, the sweetness of the first second, and the abandonment of the second second?

Ptolemy XIII smiled, more and more memories in his mind, the answer seems to be in sight, but no matter what the answer is, what Tutankhamun can be sure of is that no matter what the answer is, he is still Evil Chiai.

Since Caesar wanted to act in this scene, Ptolemy XIII would accompany him to act in it, but this scene will not be so ordinary.

Egypt has stabilized, but the situation in Rome is still turbulent.

Ptolemy XIII pretended to be a wronged daughter-in-law for a few days, and he didn't go to see Caesar these days.

He didn't go to see Caesar's performance, and the "prop" of Cleopatra VII was obviously useless.

Caesar threw down the quill pen in his hand a little annoyed. He closed his eyes and rubbed his temples with his hands, "Five days." Caesar said to himself.

The gate of the palace opened slightly, and Caesar's heart trembled.

He stood up expressionlessly, then opened his eyes.

When he saw who it was, Caesar's eyes darkened obviously, a little disappointed that it wasn't him.

The man spoke in a dumb tongue, and was Caesar's servant.

"No." Caesar said these two words, and then closed his eyes again.

Cleopatra VII looked at the closed door and clenched her hands tightly.

"Caesar." She almost gritted her teeth.

Well, she wants to see, she goes to Ptolemy XIII, whether Caesar will come or not!

Cleopatra VII was stopped at the door again.

"Bordinos, you know who you're stopping!" I was rejected at Caesar's side, but I didn't expect the same situation to come to Ptolemy XIII.

Portinos shook his head, "The respected Ptolemy Thirteenth King said that he will not see anyone."

"You." Cleopatra VII narrowed her eyes, and her tone suddenly eased.

"Caesar asked me to come, are you sure he's gone?"

Hearing the word Caesar, Portinos hesitated.

The relationship between his own king and Caesar is well known, but for some reason, the two of them haven't met each other these days.

"You wait." Portinos turned and walked into the hall.

Ptolemy XIII was still lying on the bed, his face was rosy, and he couldn't see the slightest haggardness.

After these few days of recuperation, his body has obviously improved a lot. Ptolemy XIII closed his eyes and searched for the memories in his mind.

He seems to have experienced all kinds of life. It turns out that a person can reincarnate so many lives.

However, he seemed a bit sad, his lifespan didn't seem to be long in every life, and the cause of death was also strange, the only one who lived the longest was when he was in modern times.

Ptolemy XIII frowned, feeling a little weird.

"The great King Ptolemy XIII!" The high-pitched voice interrupted Ptolemy XIII's thoughts.

Ptolemy XIII raised his eyes and glanced at Portinos, as if he was asking something.

Portinos stood at attention, "Cleopatra VII is outside."

Ptolemy XIII: "Not seen."

"Honorable Caesar sent her."

Ptolemy XIII: "Not seen."

Then Portinos walked out and said two words to Cleopatra VII.

Cleopatra VII stomped, turned and left.

A few days later, news came from Romana that Antony had controlled the situation, but decisive matters were still waiting for Caesar.

It's time to go back...

Ptolemy XIII heard the news and went out of the palace gates for the first time.

It seems that it's time to show off your acting skills.

"It's been a long time, my dear brother." At the gate of Caesar's palace, Ptolemy XIII met Cleopatra VII again.

Compared with her radiance, Ptolemy XIII looks haggard.

Ptolemy XIII gave Cleopatra VII a cold look, his murderous gaze was undisguised.

Seeing this, Cleopatra VII was not afraid at all, but laughed instead.

There is such a saying, seeing that you are not doing well, I am relieved, and the depression that has been going on for many days is gone in an instant.

Cleopatra VII hated the face of Ptolemy XIII, twins, the curse of fate.

But it seems that she is the only one who is cursed.

The gate of Caesar's palace opened, Cleopatra VII took a step forward, and walked in before Ptolemy XIII.

Seeing her move, Ptolemy XIII strode forward and pulled her behind him.

"Ptolemy XIII!"

"Cleopatra VII!"

The two, who seemed to have been brainwashed by childishness, actually fought over someone who walked ahead, and now everyone was dumbfounded.

The two almost rolled into the palace together.

Caesar coldly looked at the two of them, walked up to them, and lifted them up one by one.

Cleopatra VII changed into an aggrieved look in an instant, and the reddish corners of her eyes looked distressing.

Ptolemy XIII directly blocked Caesar's neck with his hands, and his movements were so fast that people were caught off guard.

Then, just like that, the kiss fell on Caesar's lips.

Whether it's acting or not, he really misses him...