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The face of Nefertiti in front of him was far more beautiful than the person in the painting.It was a very impactful beauty that would not make people feel feminine at all, and the perfect facial features outlined a daunting glamorousness.

If it is said that Nefertiti wearing a golden mask gave Tutankhamun a sense of distance that is not close to him, then Nefertiti showing her full face is more cold and alienated.

The tear mole under Nefertiti's eyes reminded Tutankhamun of the snake seen on the ancient murals. The snake is in a grand paradise, entwined on the tree full of red fruits, full of demagogy of depravity.

Tutankhamun raised his head and looked at Nefertiti's face blankly. Under the gaze of the other party, he wanted to say something to break the sudden silence, but he couldn't make a sound from his throat.

However, because he suddenly saw Nefertiti's true face under the mask, Tutankhamun knew a little more about Nefertiti, the envoy admired by the Egyptian people.

No wonder, Nefertiti has such unparalleled beauty, his father likes him, and his mother also likes him, it seems reasonable...

"Tutankhamun." Fu Zhenhong called out to the young man who was lost in thought, successfully refocusing Tutankhamun's attention: "Where is the golden mask I gave you?" He asked casually.

Tutankhamun blinked his black eyelashes, he knew that Nefertiti was asking about the golden mask he received when he was born.Tutankhamun thought of his mother's nostalgic face holding the golden mask on weekdays. After a few seconds of silence, he still replied truthfully: "It's at my mother's place."

After hearing this, Fu Zhenhong was not surprised.

He stared at Tutankhamun for two seconds, and suddenly asked, "Do you want it?"

"What?" Tutankhamun was a little unresponsive, and his round black eyes rolled unconsciously.

"Golden mask." After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she put the golden mask on the side of Tutankhamun's head obliquely, covering the original wheat ear pendant at that position.

After Tutankhamun fully reacted, the decoration of his sideburns had turned into an exquisite gold mask.

Tutankhamun subconsciously raised his hand and touched the cold golden mask. Some did not understand what Fu Zhenhong meant by doing this: "Why did you suddenly give me the mask..." When Tutankhamun asked this sentence, Tutankhamun Meng felt a little surprised, and also had a subtle joy that could not be explained clearly.

"This is a gift." Fu Zhenhong replied.

"Gift?" Tutankhamun quickly understood. He had just celebrated his eighth birthday a few days ago.At that time, his father held a banquet for him, and almost all the officials and nobles attended, but there was no Nefertiti.

So is this golden mask a gift from Nefertiti?

Tutankhamun thought so in his heart, and unconsciously asked what was in his heart.

Fu Zhenhong said slowly: "You can say that."

"Why did you give me this golden mask?" Tutankhamun asked again, with obvious curiosity in his eyes.

Fu Zhenhong asked back, "Don't you like it?"

Hearing this, Tutankhamun paused for a moment, then said slowly, "Mother likes it." But he didn't answer whether he liked it or not.

Maybe he liked it, but the pride of the boy and the stubbornness in his heart made him not directly admit his joy for this gift.

Fu Zhenhong nodded, without making any comments on Tutankhamun's words, he turned his eyes away from Tutankhamun's face, and signaled with a silent gesture that it was time for Tankhamun to go out.

Tutankhamun pursed his lips, and after looking at Fu Zhenhong for the last time, he left the tent room on the holy ship without saying anything.

This meeting with Tutankhamun was just an insignificant episode for Yu Fu Zhenhong.After Tutankhamun left, Fu Zhenhong began to think about how to naturally adapt to the development of history in the next year.

After leaving, Tutankhamun raised his hand to touch the golden mask on the side of his face from time to time, recalling Nefertiti's face, Tutankhamun's still very immature face showed a faint smile. shallow smile.But soon, he seemed to think of something again, and the curvature of the corners of his lips instantly subsided, and turned into a slightly annoyed look.

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The River Valley Feast Festival on this day was more grand and lively than any previous River Valley Feast Festival due to Ekhnaton's faith reform and the support of Nefertiti, who is also the envoy of the gods and queen.

The celebrations of the Vale Feast did not come to an end until after the sun had fully set.

Compared with the Red River under the sunset, the Nile River at night has a unique and quiet beauty, and the river surface under the moonlight has sparkling ripples.As the holy ship moved, the waves swayed beautifully round after round.

Fu Zhenhong, Pharaoh Ekhnaton, and Tutankhamun were all on board the super-large holy ship returning to the east bank of the Nile.

At this point in time, Tutankhamun was still practicing swords under the guidance of the chief guard Gary.Tutankhamun has never been lazy, even on his birthday, he would train alone after everyone left.

In terms of improving his own strength, Tutankhamun was very tenacious and hardworking, and almost never missed a day of training.

But today, Tutankhamun was not in the mood to practice swords at all. He lay on the bed and wanted to rest for a while, but as soon as he closed his eyes, the face of Nefertiti would appear in his mind unconsciously, and it would echo to Nefertiti's voice.

It was probably because the person who had been curious for nearly eight years suddenly appeared in front of him on this day, and was deeply reflected in his eyes in a stunning way that could not be ignored.

Very upset…

Tutankhamun didn't want to think about it. He forced himself to rest quickly, but he tossed and turned and couldn't fall asleep.

Finally, he sat up in a fit of anger, and the golden mask Nefertiti gave him was next to his wooden sleeper, and Tutankhamun could see it by tilting his head slightly.

Staring at the golden mask next to the wooden sleeper for a few seconds, Tutankhamun picked up the golden mask with some annoyance, and then dropped the cold object that disturbed his thoughts on the ground.

With a "bang", the golden mask fell to the ground, making a loud noise in this too quiet room.

After Tutankhamun threw away the golden mask, he fell back on the bed, turned sideways, turned his back to the outside, closed his eyes and began to sleep.

However, after about half a minute, Tutankhamun opened his eyes a little angrily, got off the bed with a swish, closed his lips, and walked over with low pressure to pick up the paper that he had thrown on the ground not long ago. The golden mask on the ground.

But this time, Tutankhamun did not continue to try to rest, but put the golden mask on the side of his head like the one Nefertiti wore to him today.

The boy's delicate chin and the arc of the edge of the mask formed a perfect fit. He walked to the window and glanced at the night outside the window.

The night view of the Nile River is very beautiful, but Tutankhamun was not in the mood to appreciate the night view today.In fact, for Nefertiti, Tutankhamun had an extremely complex sense in his heart.

Since he was born, there will always be traces of Nefertiti in his growth. The people around him and some things he comes into contact with are more or less related to Nefertiti.But it's ridiculous that he, surrounded by Nefertiti's name, has not seen Nefertiti in the past eight years.

In fact, today he still has a lot to ask Nefertiti, want to know some information from Nefertiti, why Nefertiti would name him personally, and why Nefertiti would Give him a golden mask.

Many questions came to mind.

Tutankhamun took a deep breath, and finally decided not to struggle alone, but to ask himself directly.

After thinking about it, Tutankhamun went straight to the door of the room, and then walked all the way to Nefertiti's room.

Nefertiti's resting room is in the innermost part of the big boat canopy. If Tutankhamun wants to go there, he needs to pass through the resting room of his father, Pharaoh Akhenaton.

When Tutankhamun passed by his father's room, he found that there was no light in the room, and it seemed that his father was not in his room.

At this time, if father is not in his own room, where will he be?

Tutankhamun's thoughts flashed, and he quickly thought of a possibility. He couldn't help speeding up his pace and quickly walked towards the innermost rest room.

Obviously, the speculation in his heart was eager to be verified, but when Tutankhamun was about to reach the innermost rest room, he unconsciously slowed down, and some didn't want to go any further.

Or to be more precise, it was the faint voice coming from the room that made him afraid to continue to take a step forward.

The voice coming from the room through the door of the room was very soft, a little low, and it was a kind of shallow moan that was suppressed after experiencing some kind of pain.

Although he only spoke to Nefertiti today, Tutankhamun knew very well that the low moan slowly rolling out of his throat was Nefertiti's voice.

However, this voice was very different from what he heard in the daytime, it was not the kind of coldness and coldness that repelled people thousands of miles away, but a low and slight hoarseness that made people's throat tighten, It was as if something had quietly permeated into one's heart, itching, like vines, slowly winding around the apex of the heart.

Although Tutankhamun was only eight years old, as the Egyptian royal family, he needed to know a lot, and his character was far more mature than his peers.

He is not an ignorant child, so from this voice, he discerned an unusual meaning.He thought of the darkness without a ray of light when he passed his father's room, and vaguely understood what happened inside.

His father seemed to be doing the most intimate thing in Queen Nefertiti's room...

And the next second, as if confirming the guess in Tutankhamun's heart, the voice of his father Ekhnaton sounded in the room.Compared with Nefertiti's very soft and almost inaudible voice just now, his father's voice was deep and clear, and the magnetic male voice was full of a hoarseness and burning desire to fall into some kind of emotion.

Thinking of what might happen in the room, Tutankhamun's ears blushed instantly.Logically speaking, the most important thing he should do at this moment is to turn around and leave immediately, and return to his room as if he didn't hear anything.

But out of a very delicate heart, instead of retreating, Tutankhamun continued to approach the room in a strange way.