Pharaoh

The white porcelain-colored cheeks of the young prince pressed softly against the light-brown chest that was exposed without gold jewelry today, and the warm feeling came through, making his already sleepy brain strike even harder.

His eyes were half closed, and he blinked from time to time, his eyes were a little blurred, obviously he was struggling so that he didn't fall asleep again.

Yatum hugged him, and raised his hand to caress his face. When he saw that he was just looking up at him in a trance, with a look of tiredness, his stern face sank, and his blushing eyes added a little bit of excitement. Displeased look.

"Don't just summon those two monsters."

Atum put his arms around the game, frowning and raised the volume slightly.

The young Pharaoh has always said the same thing, and it has always been only others who bother to figure out his thoughts.

But this law often fails on his spoiled younger brother, just like this time, his younger brother just raised his head and looked at him blankly, as if he didn't understand what he said.

Seeing the confused expression on his younger brother's immature face, Atum had no choice but to repeat it again.

The young Wangdi looked at him, blinked his eyes, and blinked again, as if he was struggling to think about the meaning of his words with his extremely dull mind at the moment.

After thinking about it, that lovely face collapsed.

"Brother Wang..."

Brother Wang looked up at him, probably feeling that he was deprived of some right that should belong to him, and his face showed a little grievance.

Then, his younger brother called him in a low voice, but his mind, which was almost filled with sleepiness, could not think of how to refute. The appearance of being able to look at him with wide-eyed eyes, trying hard to get rid of sleepiness but seeming to be unable to bear it, is even more cute.

Compared with the usual tone, the tone was lighter and longer, as if it was humming from deep in the throat, and it was even softer. It rolled into the depths of Atum's heart all at once, and rolled away. One roll, another roll.

As a result, the young Pharaoh, who was already extremely doting on his younger brother, was completely defeated by his successive coquettish attacks.

Yatum rubbed the head of the person in his arms, and the stubbornness and displeasure in the bright red pupils dissipated.

He looked at those big light purple eyes trying to open them to look at him, that handsome face softened a lot, with a little warmth, and the corners of his mouth couldn't help but twitch slightly.

He lowered his head, kissed his brother's gentle forehead, and then subconsciously tightened it even more.

I didn't act like a baby!No!

I'm just so sleepy that I don't even have the strength to speak!Where does such a feeble voice sound like coquetry? Where is it?!

If the game knew what Atum was thinking at the moment, the sleepiness would have been swept away, and he roared so confidently.

But this kind of misunderstanding is actually quite good for the attendants in the room.

At least they won't suffer again because of the quarrel between the pharaoh and his brother, at least... the young pharaoh looks very happy now.

Great Ra, please keep Pharaoh's good mood going.

Your Royal Highness, please be free...

This is probably the thought that all the attendants and female officials who have served the cruel and stern Pharaoh for many years unconsciously came from the bottom of their hearts.

"The chestnut ball is just a low-level monster, so it won't consume too much mental power of the summoner."

Yatum looked down at the younger brother in his arms, his hands were gently stroking the soft and warm cheeks.

The comfortable touch of the fingertips made him feel good, and naturally he would not stop, but the light brown fingertips intensified their penetration into the hair behind the ears.

"Those two monsters are very powerful, and the spirit of the summoner is much greater than that of the chestnut ball."

Yatum knew that, for many reasons, the younger brother loved those two monsters very much.

Just like the chestnut ball before, Brother Wang likes to call it out to play with him.

But after all, Brother Wang only has a half-knowledge about summoning monsters, plus those two monsters who can only pretend to be harmless and cute in front of their master... The game miscalculated the power of those two monsters and regarded them as He Chestnuts. The ball almost exists.

Although the chestnut ball has special power, it is only a low-level monster after all, but the two new monsters are different.

Yatum could naturally see that their power would definitely not be inferior to the red-eyed black dragon he controlled.

Summoning powerful monsters for a long time will cause a certain burden on the spirit of the summoner... Although Wangdi has the purest royal blood, there will be no problem of magic backlash, but for Wangdi, whose soul is still just an ordinary person That said, the mental burden will be quite evident.

This is also the reason why the two-day game is quite lethargic but still in a bad mood.

Knowing that Atum was doing it for his own good, although he still had a vague understanding of the game, he pondered for a while with his dull brain, and after barely understanding it, he nodded obediently, indicating that he understood.

Although it's a pity that we can't often call the Silent Swordsmen out to play...

Thinking of this, he couldn't help but yawned again.

sleepy.

He wants to sleep, really wants to sleep, he really wants to close his eyes immediately and let him sleep until the sky is dark and the sky is dark.

However, he was hungry.

It is a difficult choice to solve the appetite or sleepiness first.

Although he bought a lot of snacks at noon, he only ate half a loaf of bread and fell asleep. The young Wang brother who slept all afternoon rubbed his eyes again, using his drowsiness to fully occupy him, making him much slower than usual. Few brains seriously think about this life problem.

However, before he could make a decision, a strong smell of food spread faintly, making him sniff his nose reflexively.

His lazily half-closed eyes suddenly opened, and he watched happily as several maids came in one after another, bringing up the delicately cooked dishes and carefully placing them on the large ebony table on the left side of the room. .

He sniffed again, and the rich aroma was transmitted from the olfactory nerve to the brain, so his now empty stomach protested even more fiercely under its stimulation.

However, the strong drowsiness that swept over him made him really not want to leave the big soft bed under him... Although he was hugged by Yatum and couldn't lie down, his whole body was so warm that he was lazy. On the contrary, it made him sleepy even more.

His eyes swept back and forth between the table and the big bed for a long while, deeply entangled.

Looking at the expression on Brother Wang's face that was struggling so much that it was about to turn into grief and indignation, the corners of the young king's lips couldn't help but slightly raised up again.

He couldn't help pinching the soft cheek that was slightly swollen due to entanglement, and the comfortable feeling made him pinch again subconsciously.

Normally, his younger brother would stare at him unhappily or open his hand, struggling to get down and refuse to let him continue to hug him.But this time, the younger brother in his arms quietly let him knead, his light purple eyes were half-opened and half-closed, he just stared hesitantly or rather eagerly at the fragrant dishes a few steps away.

It was obviously too sleepy and the only remaining energy was put on the contradiction between appetite and sleepiness, and there was no extra energy to fight with him.

After struggling for a long time, the game whose brain hadn't completely gone on strike finally made the right decision with difficulty.

Considering the possibility that even if he fell asleep at the moment, he would be awakened by hunger again after not sleeping for a long time, he decided to try his best to drive away the drowsiness first, and then had a good sleep after filling his stomach.

He raised his hand and rubbed his eyes vigorously, and then rubbed vigorously again, trying to wake himself up.

But after rubbing it a few times, his hand was held down by Atum.

Atum looked at his red eyes rubbed by himself, subconsciously frowned.

A young female officer happened to take a step forward at this moment, knelt down on the ground, lowered her head and raised her hands to present a wet towel soaked in cold water.

Feeling the lightness of her hand, she raised her head slightly, and carefully glanced upwards from the corner of her eyes.

When she saw the young Pharaoh holding the cool wet wipe and sticking it to Wang Di's face with a clumsy movement, covering that half of his face and causing Wang Di to shrink subconsciously, she couldn't help the corners of her mouth slightly He bent, then quickly lowered his head.

She stood up, took a few steps back with her head down, and stood quietly in the corner.

The middle-aged female officer who had been standing quietly in front of the door glanced at the young female officer serving the king's younger brother. As an old man beside the stern Pharaoh, she was also known for being harsh and rigid. Changed, but a look of satisfaction flashed slightly in his eyes.

She originally had some disapproval of the pharaoh's promotion of this woman named Tia to be the youngest female official in the palace.But since Wang has spoken, she will naturally not disobey, and can only pay attention to this female official at all times, lest she is too young to cause trouble.

After this period of time, she felt a little relieved.

Half of his face was soaked in the cold wet towel, and the young brother Wang trembled from the stimulation, and his drowsiness was dispelled at once.

He raised his head and stared at his brother Wang, but saw Atum holding a wet wipe and was about to press it again.

So he didn't care about getting angry anymore, and quickly shrank and hid, and slipped out of the boy king's arms. He wanted to stand and express his dissatisfaction to the sitting Pharaoh with a condescending superior position, but the fragrance next to him blew his nose As soon as he slipped away, his uninflated momentum immediately softened, he turned around and ran directly to the table next to him.

Tia hurried over, stood next to the sitting Wang Di, and quietly served him.

The young king who was demolished by his younger brother crossed the river and demolished the bridge was not angry, he put the wet towels in his hand and stood up.

He walked over, picked up the papyrus roll that had just been brought up by an attendant from the desk beside him with one hand, glanced out of the corner of his eye, and saw that he had already walked to his brother.

His eyes were still moving on the document, and he rubbed Brother Wang's soft hair habitually with his right hand.

Obviously this time has already passed his usual meal time, he has already eaten, and now he has no plans to eat again.

The crimson pupils stared at the papyrus official document held in his left hand, and the young pharaoh showed a pensive look on his face, and sat sideways beside his king brother.

A young novice maid came to his side and poured him a glass of bright red wine smartly, as if by accident, her soft breasts that were mostly exposed lightly brushed against the light brown arm of the Young King .

Atum, who was thinking about what was said in the official document, felt the touch of a foreign object, and subconsciously glanced at the maid who was kneeling at his feet and pouring wine for him.

The face with a girly bright tone showed a very seductive and gorgeous smile to the young king.

The young Pharaoh seemed to be looking at her, his handsome face still had a pensive expression, which seemed hesitant to others.

The glamorous maid hesitated for a moment, as if something flashed in her eyes.She gently pressed her soft body against the pharaoh's leg, and gently stroked the pharaoh's leg with her delicate and smooth hands.

After a pause, she carefully watched the expression on the young king's face, and seeing that he still hadn't responded, the slender fingers slid lightly into the inner thigh of the pharaoh.

The next second, the hand of the beautiful maid trembled, and suddenly froze in half.

Just as she was about to put her hand in, she suddenly saw a white-skinned leg that was completely different from the boyish king's light-brown complexion, and suddenly pressed it against her one step ahead.

She was stunned for a moment and looked up, and found that Brother Wang, who was sitting beside him and eating quietly, came over at some point, smiling and lying on the young king's shoulder.

But the position where he stuck it just happened to separate the maid and the young king.

Although the crimson pupils seemed to be staring ahead, the young king, who was actually completely immersed in thinking about the affairs on the official document just now and did not notice what happened around him, came back to his senses. Brother Wang, and the immature face looking at him with crooked smiling eyes, subconsciously raised his eyebrows.

He glanced at the wine glass in his hand, thinking that he probably guessed what Wang Di was thinking.

"Not today."

He said, putting down the wine glass in his hand.

If you must want...

The young Pharaoh thought that if his younger brother continued to act like a baby... a little drink is also allowed.

Only this time, he miscalculated.

You You glanced at him with those big violet eyes, and for some reason, there seemed to be a smile that was not a smile.

Then, Yu You, who was lying on his body, let go of his arms around his shoulders, stood up, yawned, turned around and walked towards the big bed behind him.

pounce on

Hugging white and soft pillows

rolled on the big bunk

The young Wangdi curled up like a snoozing kitten and fell asleep.

Without winking, he threw his brother Wang, who was narrowing his bright red pupils and revealing a dangerous look, behind him.

The young Pharaoh stared at his brother's back for a while, then stood up suddenly, turned around and strode out the door.

The wind blowing in from the outside lifted his sharp golden hair, and the expression on that stern face was still indifferent, and it was impossible to tell whether he was angry.

His dark blue cloak flew up the moment he passed the door, and the guards standing at the door bowed their heads.

After the dark blue cloak passed in front of their eyes, they dared to raise their heads and quickly followed the pace of the young king.

The new maid, who was never noticed by the young Pharaoh from the beginning to the end, opened a pair of beautiful pupils to watch the handsome king's leaving back, and then carefully glanced at her back, curled up on the bed and slept on the bed. Zhengxiang's younger brother glanced at him, and there was a look of dissatisfaction in his eyes.

She looked at the Pharaoh's back with some reluctance, but she caught a glimpse of the middle-aged female officer standing at the door staring at her.

The cold gaze made her shiver, and she lowered her head tremblingly and quickly packed the things on the table.

The long eyelashes were half covered, hiding the panic in her eyes.

Holding the packed plate, she retreated guiltily.

The middle-aged female officer looked at the swaying back of the beautiful maid who left, and her already rigid and expressionless face looked a little colder.

After she raised her hand to signal other people in the room to exit, she turned her head and looked at Tia who had already walked to the bed and gently covered the sleeping Wang Di with a soft quilt, and then glanced at the sleeping Wang Di , the expression on his face softened a little.

"His Royal Highness is too kind."

In order not to wake up Brother Wang, she spoke in an extremely soft and low voice, which sounded like a sigh.

Tia stood up, turned her head and smiled at her, showing a little helplessness in her smile.

"Your Highness is kind, but there are people who don't know what to do."

She also replied in a very soft voice, and raised her head to glance at the back of the maid who was about to disappear, her eyes were very disdainful.

Anyone who touched the king without the permission of the pharaoh was a capital offense.

Although this practice didn't work for the younger brother who was very favored by the Pharaoh, but for others, the young and arrogant Pharaoh completely carried it out.

This prohibition was known to everyone, and the well-trained maid who was sent to the king was naturally even more aware of it.

By birth, some self-righteous maids don't know what is good or bad, and they think that they can win the favor of the king with a little beauty, but they don't know that this idea is to seek their own death.

Otherwise, why did the maids around Wang always change so frequently?

If Brother Wang didn't calmly draw Wang's attention to himself today, I'm afraid this maid would follow in the footsteps of her predecessor on the spot.

Unfortunately, this woman is still unaware of the danger she was in just now, and wishful thinking that it was the younger brother who disturbed her.

The middle-aged female officer glanced at the back of the maid who was about to disappear, the corners of her mouth slightly raised, with a trace of coldness.

Actually in front of her... As the highest female official most favored by the king, her authority cannot be challenged by such a lowly new maid.

Tia followed her out of the room, lowering her head as if she didn't see the evil spirit flashing past her eyes.

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The fiery red sunset had already fallen below the horizon, and the crimson light that seemed to be burning like a flame gradually faded from the land of Egypt.

The room was so quiet that only the slight breathing of the sleeping Wang Di could be heard, and there was a slight rattle from the half-closed door.

The bright moonlight left bright traces in the room as the door opened, stretching the shadow of the person who walked in on the ground long.

After the young pharaoh stood at the door and gave a few words to the priest Isis who was accompanying him, Isis nodded slightly and stepped back respectfully.

Yatum tore off his cloak casually and threw it aside, then waved impatiently to signal the maids behind him to back out.

The door closed with a slight sound again, blocking all the moonlight that came in from the door.

Standing in the shadow, the young king turned his head sideways, his crimson pupils looked like glowing red gemstones in the darkness, and he looked at the bed burningly.

When he saw the figure of a young boy who was curled up on the bed with his slender body sleeping fragrantly, the pair of icy red pupils that were always high above softened.

The sharp feeling exuding from his whole body, like a sharp sword out of its sheath, also relaxed at this moment.

He walked over and sat on the edge of the bed, stretched out his light brown fingers to brush the somewhat messy sleeping hair on Brother Wang's forehead, and his fingertips inadvertently scratched the soft white porcelain earlobes.

Feeling the touch of a foreign object, Wang Di's ears moved slightly.

This movement caused the young king's heart to move too. He couldn't help pinching the small soft earlobe, and the comfortable feeling made him rub it again, and he was satisfied. let go.

The young pharaoh looked at his sleeping brother for a while, then patted his face lightly, trying to wake him up.

The young Wangdi arched his body, and hugged the white and soft pillow in his arms even tighter, and a slightly undisturbing hum came out from the depths of his throat, soft, tender, moist and soft, like The sound of a newborn kitten humming.

His head moved, but curled up tighter.

Seeing him like this, Yatum couldn't help but want to laugh, but he felt angry when he thought of what the female officer reported to him just now.

So the light brown fingers directly changed from patting to pinching, and exerted a little more force.

In fact, it is not impossible to teach brother Wang about this matter tomorrow, but now that the young king's stubborn temper comes up, he must be woken up now.

Brother Wang, who felt unwell because of the pinching on his face, couldn't help frowning in his sleep. He shook his head hard, shook the hands off his face, and continued to sleep soundly.

The young king's face darkened, and he pushed him again.

This time, Brother Wang reacted even more, he really rolled around on the bed with the pillow in his arms like a kitten rolling all over the floor.

It's just that he rolled left and right and rolled back to the center of the big bed where he was, and continued to sleep deeply.

That reaction made Yatum want to continue to be angry, and there was a look of dumbfounding in his eyes.

The young Pharaoh pondered for a moment, his sharp red pupils flashed in the darkness.

He stood up and left the bed, and when he came back again, he brought a glass of wine in his hand.

It's just different from the bright red wine with a slightly sweet taste that Wang Di once drank. The rippling liquid in the beautiful glass is almost colorless and transparent, reflected by the moonlight falling from the skylight, reflecting crystal-like wine. of gloss.

The smell of alcohol was also several times stronger.

Atum took a sip and put the glass aside.

He bent down, and held his brother's chin with his light brown fingers, and forcefully twisted the sideways face up.

His lips touched the soft pink lips that were slightly parted because of the light sleep, and a little transparent liquid leaked out, adding a moist luster to the porcelain-colored cheeks. trace.

The choking breath of the high-concentration liquor rushed violently, choking the game awake immediately, subconsciously pushed the person on top of him hard, and coughed violently for several times before he calmed down.

He breathed a sigh of relief, coughed twice, and blinked, as if he still hadn't figured out the current situation.

Someone held his chin and turned his face upwards. Before he could react, his lips that had been moistened with wine and had a light layer of luster were blocked again.

He struggled subconsciously, but was hugged tightly.

Because of the violent coughing when he choked just now, the violet pupils glistening with water widened, staring blankly at the magnified handsome face in front of him, the dazed look of just waking up finally dissipated and became clear.

He was choked so badly just now that even his nose was a little red, but at this moment, the blush has spread all over his immature face.

That was pissed off.

Annoyed, the young brother Wang tried his best to push the young king's chest away, regardless of whether his actions were in vain.

But the red nose was still a little rough, and the Pharaoh's usual aggressive kiss bit his lips so tightly that no gap could come out.

The uncomfortable feeling of not breathing smoothly made his hands grab Yatum's clothes tightly, pulling hard, and couldn't help but move his head to make room for breathing.

But as usual, the more he struggled, the tighter the arms around him became, making him more out of breath.

Taking advantage of the lack of oxygen in his head, he became as confused as before and could only let others do whatever he wanted in the end. The young Wangdi thought hard about it.

He suddenly let go of the hand holding Atum's clothes, hesitated for a moment, reached up, and gently wrapped his arms around Atum's neck with some hesitation.

This unusual action made the Young King's aggressive tendency to devour him pause for a while, and his lips, which had been tightly pursed and unwilling to let himself poke in, suddenly softened, even a little clumsily like When he took the initiative to rub against him as if to please him, Atum opened his crimson pupils in surprise, moved his head back slightly, and looked down slightly away from his lips that had been invaded into a bright red tone.

Therefore, Wang Di, who used the Huairou policy to get what he wanted and achieved a short-term staged victory, immediately took the opportunity to try to catch his breath, completely ignoring whether there would be a complete defeat in the future.

The corners of Atum's lips couldn't help but raised upwards, and he lowered his head again.

Only this time, his lips lightly landed on the choked and slightly red eyes, and the belly of his lips rubbed lightly, wiping away the trace of the color of water remaining in the corners of the eyes.

The soft and slender eyelashes brought a bit itchy but quite comfortable touch to the sensitive lips, and he couldn't help but gently rubbed his brother's closed eye again.

Yu You's breathing has gradually calmed down, and he squinted at him quietly, probably seeing that he was angry, with a little confused expression in his eyes.

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

asked the young Pharaoh.

Yugi thought about it seriously, then shook his head.

He doesn't feel like he's done anything wrong.

Atum couldn't help tapping Yugi's head with his fingers.

Anyone who shields a sinner is equally guilty.

Logically speaking, it should be like this, but his brother is too soft-hearted, and he has to protect others in front of him every time.

Occasionally, he thought about whether he should punish him severely and give him a serious lesson, but in the end he was still reluctant to do so.

Today, when he was distracted, his younger brother came again and used himself as a shield, which really made him want to get angry.

The younger brother who was reprimanded looked at Yatum, his pair of light purple eyes were bright, as clear as reflecting the brilliance of the moon.

"Actually, it's not entirely because of..."

His voice was very soft and vague, and the trace of blush on his immature face had not faded.

Although he really didn't want that maid to be executed for a trivial matter, but in fact, he seemed to have a little bit of selfishness.Looking back now, I can't help but feel that I was a little too stingy.

He muttered under his breath, looking a little embarrassed.

"She... looked at Brother Wang as if she wanted to swallow someone... I don't like it..."

He knew that Atum was now Pharaoh, not the other him he had been before.

Pharaoh is not the only one who can see and touch.

But the maid looked at Atum's eyes brightly as if she was looking at her treasure, which made him feel a little uncomfortable.

The young Pharaoh was taken aback.

His crimson pupils stared for a long time at Wangdi, who averted his eyes a little uneasy because he had leaked his little thoughts, and refused to look at him again.

He suddenly laughed.

Young Wang Junmei's face seemed to be melted by the brilliance of the moon, and a bright and soft smile spread out.

He laughed happily.

Lowering his head, his light brown forehead was lightly pressed against the white and tender forehead of the other party whose skin color contrasted almost reversely with his.

The young Pharaoh's face at this moment showed an almost serene softness.

Interlocking hands in the dark

It seems that no one in the world can separate them from each other.

Cling to the foreheads that transmit each other's body temperature

It was as if they were the only ones left in the world.

The lightly touched nose tip conveys almost one-body breathing

No one in the world is closer to each other than they are.

——【The Fourth Pharaoh and His Brother】End——

The author has something to say: The cold worsened and turned into a high fever. As a result, I was hospitalized for three days. I just got better yesterday, and finally I can surf the Internet today. This chapter was published several days late...

So now, in order to compensate everyone, I put the content of the last two chapters of the fourth part into one chapter, nearly [-] words, which is not light, right? (laugh)

In fact, the original title of this book is "The King and the Silent Swordsman", but after thinking about it, it is not relevant, so I still use the current one.

About the end of this one...

Although there is only a slight improvement between the self-respecting Pharaoh and the dull king...that's progress... right? (look at the sky)

The fourth part is over, so it’s still the old rules, submariners, please come out with at least the last chapter and roll. Huh(ˉ(∞)ˉ)嘻 If nothing happens, the fifth part will be the last part of this article, so the name is now in advance Release it.

The fourth part is over, and in addition to the fact that my health is really bad recently, it is customary to apply for a break for a period of time, and then start the fifth part after sorting out my thoughts a little bit.

About the blood relationship between Seth and Aden and Akhnadin, about the remaining two dragons in the legendary three dragons, about the source of the golden artifact, etc., and everyone, don’t forget that AIBO will fight for Aden and Wang Yang Those who can't run away from this prophecy will be explained clearly in the fifth part...

As for the life and death of the Pharaoh at the end... Ahem, I won’t spoil it here.

The only spoiler - Arden will never be cannon fodder. Don't expect me to let him be cannon fodder. At least he will be a famous underground pharaoh. Don't underestimate his mustache! ! !

So, goodbye to our fifth part.

Part Five Pharaohs and Pharaohs