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Ramses II felt that he should do something.

Otherwise, he might regret it for the rest of his life...

After all, Nefertiti was destined to leave.

Like a dream.

Before Nefertiti left here, Ramses II always wanted to catch something.

Ramesses II pursed his thin lips and stared at Nefertiti beside him. His eyes stayed on Nefertiti's golden mask for a moment, and finally came to Nefertiti's end, which looked particularly special in the sun. beautiful blonde.

He stretched out his hand and stroked Nefertiti's blond hair hanging down her chest. He wrapped his fingertips around this strand of blond hair, then leaned slightly, and gently sniffed the fragrance emanating from the hair with the tip of his nose.

"... Nefertiti..." Ramses II slowly read Fu Zhenhong's name in this world, and there seemed to be some kind of secret emotion contained in the simple four syllables.

Seeing this, Karl Svohn frowned subconsciously. He wanted to prevent Ramses II from overreaching Nefertiti, but when he saw that Nefertiti didn't act because of When Ramses II was unhappy with his actions, he resisted the urge to step forward to separate Ramses II and Nefertiti.

Karsvon told himself in his heart that certain behaviors due to jealousy at this time would only make Nefertiti feel that he was too fussy, and they would go back to the Eighteenth Dynasty. Ramesses II was The pharaoh of the nineteenth dynasty, he and Nefertiti will never have any intersection.

After thinking this way, Karl Svohn quickly calmed down.However, in order not to allow himself to see this disturbing scene, Karl Svohn turned and walked back to the boat tent.

After Karsvorn left, only Fu Zhenhong and Ramses II were left at the front of the big ship. Ramses II was still playing with Fu Zhenhong's hair.

His fingers curled Fu Zhenhong's blond hair round and round, and there was a complex and subtle emotion in the eyes hanging down to look at Fu Zhenhong.

"Nefrtiti, can I kiss you?" Perhaps it was because Nefertiti did not avoid his intimacy, so Ramses II blurted out what was in his heart.

And after he finished saying this sentence, he immediately regretted it, and he was afraid that Nefertiti would refuse.So before the other party answered, he said first, "Just kiss the back of your hand."

In fact, what Ramses II wanted to say was to kiss the corners of your lips, eyes, and bridge of your nose, but he restrained himself, because Ramses II knew that if he spoke out what was in his heart, he would get it without a doubt. The only thing that would be Nefertiti's refusal.

In the end, Ramses II restrained the emotion that was flowing in those light golden eyes, and gently took Fu Zhenhong's hand, like a knight covered in medals, dropped to the ground on one knee, in front of Fu Zhenhong kissed the back of his hand.

This kiss broke at the touch of a touch, like a superficial touch.

In the end, Ramses II withdrew his hand and stood up straight again.The corners of his mouth were slightly raised, and his deep and tough facial features gave him a bright radiance under the halo.

Despite the reluctance and loss in his heart, Ramses II also understood that Nefertiti was someone he couldn't keep.The distance between them is too far, so far that even if he is the Son of the Sun, he cannot cross the distance of time.

He is just a passer-by in Nefertiti's life, and Nefertiti is just a stroke left in his heart in his young years.

Ramses II glanced at the Valley of the Kings, which was getting closer and closer, and then folded his arms in front of his chest, with his palms against his chest, and reverently sent his blessing as a pharaoh of the [-]th Dynasty: "Neftiti, this time Farewell, may your journey back be safe and smooth."

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After arriving at the Valley of the Kings, Fu Zhenhong signaled Ramses II not to follow them anymore. Ramses II nodded. He stood at the entrance of the Valley of the Kings and stared deeply at Fu Zhenhong for more than ten seconds. , just turned and left.

The [-]th Dynasty was only a few hundred years away from the [-]th Dynasty. At this time, the Valley of the Kings was relatively complete, and basically no pharaoh's tomb was stolen.Relying on the knowledge in her memory, Fu Zhenhong found Tutankhamun's tomb among many tombs.

"Nefertiti, we will go back smoothly." Karlsforn took the initiative to hold Fu Zhenhong's hand, his tone was firm.

When Fu Zhenhong heard the words, she just smiled and didn't agree with what Karlsvorn said.

Seeing this, Karl Svohn frowned slightly, and intuitively told him that Nefertiti seemed to know something else.He is the high priest, and Nefertiti is the messenger of God. Although both of them have abilities that ordinary people do not have, Nefertiti, who is closer to God, can obviously perceive more than him.

Karlsvern's lips moved slightly, and he was about to say something, but Fu Zhenhong just said, "Let's go, let's go in."

Hearing the words, Karsvern finally suppressed the faint doubt and uneasiness in his heart temporarily, as if afraid that Nefertiti would disappear suddenly, Karsvern firmly held Fu Zhenhong's hand , and walked into the tomb with Fu Zhenhong.

There was almost no light in the tomb, and the only lighting flame was the candlestick held in Karsvorn's other hand.

After passing through a long corridor, the further he walked into the tomb, the uneasiness in Karlsforn's heart became greater and greater.Even though they didn't encounter any danger along the way, Karlsforn's heart couldn't calm down more and more.

Perhaps it was because Nefertiti didn't affirm what he said, or maybe it was because Nefertiti smiled with some kind of deep meaning in it.

"Nefertiti, we will go back smoothly..."

This time, like a reconfirmation, Karl Svohn said it again.But in the same way, there is still no response from Nefertiti.

Karlsvern was completely panicked, he stopped walking, and wanted to hug Nefertiti next to him to relieve the intense anxiety in his heart, but his fingertips hadn't touched Fu Zhenhong, the space where they were standing suddenly had a weird distortion.

With the sound of a chant-like melody, a huge crack instantly appeared under his and Nefertiti's feet.The whole ground began to collapse, and Karlsvern's pupils shrank suddenly. After feeling that his body and Nefertiti's body were falling, Karlsvern immediately wanted to catch Nefertiti.

But the rapid fall of his body made it only possible for his fingertips to touch the corner of Fu Zhenhong's clothes. "Nefertiti!" Karl Svehn couldn't help shouting Fu Zhenhong's name, feeling a panic and anxiety that he had never felt before.

He wanted to say something, wanted to grab Nefertiti...

But in the end, after a whirlwind, Karl Svohn lost consciousness.

When Karsvaughn woke up again, he saw the panicked face of the head of the guard Gary: "Where is the envoy?"

"God's envoy... my lord... Nefertiti!" Karsvon pushed Gary away, stood up and looked around, as if he had suddenly become sober after Gary's words.

But Nefertiti was not seen.

Karl Svern turned around in a daze and looked at the water in the lotus pond, with pain in his eyes.

He went back to the Eighteenth Dynasty, back to his time, but he...lost Nefertiti...

Thinking of this, Karl Svern was so shocked that he fell to the ground, holding his head in his hands, and kept chanting Fu Zhenhong's name.

He thought of the faint smile on Nefertiti's lips before entering the tomb. Did Nefertiti have expected this to happen...

Karlsvern thought of the deeds of the envoy Nefertiti that he had read during the short period of the Nineteenth Dynasty. In the records handed down, Nefertiti succeeded the pharaoh Tutankhamun A year later it was gone.

Some people say that Nefertiti went to the reincarnation, and some people say that Nefertiti just went to live in a place that no one knows.

But no matter which way it is said, Karl Svohn knew very well that he would never see Nefertiti again.

"Let me ask you, where is the envoy?" Gary kept asking beside him, "Where is the envoy?"

Listening to Gary's question, Karl Svohn said in a daze, "Maybe he went somewhere we couldn't find..."

Gary frowned even tighter: "What silly things are you talking about, if you can't find it, just keep looking!"

Gary's words seemed to have awakened Karsvorn suddenly. Karsvorn stood up, grabbed Gary's arm and said, "Yes, he must be found, no matter where Nefertiti has gone!"

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2030...

In the opening season of Doronvaya International University, a very young professor came to the School of History this year.

It is said that the professor himself is very good-looking, wearing a pair of delicate gold-rimmed glasses, and wearing the simplest white shirt and suit pants, all of which reveal a kind of abstinence and aloofness.

And the professor's voice is even more pleasant, the voice is clear, not very deep, it is a kind of melody that is afraid of being good.

This professor only took one class, and he gained the admiration of many international students, both male and female.

As we all know, the students of Doronvaya International University come from all over the world, and each of them has a very distinguished status in their respective countries, and many students are royal status.

Although it is already 2030, most countries already advocate equality of status and no hierarchy, but there are still many countries that still retain the purity of royal blood and the rule of constitutional monarchy.

"Professor Threefouty will have another class this week. I heard that the subject of the lecture is the most shining glory in the history of ancient Egypt." The speaker was a handsome young man with short blond hair.

The young man's skin is fair, the bridge of his nose is very high, his deep facial features and bright smile on his face make him look extraordinarily sunny: "I'm really curious, who is the brilliance that Professor Forti thinks it will be."

"In ancient Egypt, I think it should be Thutmose III. After all, he is known as the 'Napoleon' of Egypt." Another black-haired girl said.

"Not necessarily, maybe it's Ramses II?" Someone retorted.

"It may also be Tutankhamun who left behind the most famous pharaoh's curse." The blond youth replied.

Tutankhamun…

After hearing the name, the black-haired man standing not far from the three students subconsciously glanced at the young man standing in the shade beside him, but he didn't see any extra waves on his face.

The students he has taught for more than ten years have already matured and can completely hide their emotions in the depths of those eyes.

Perhaps only when he heard that person's name would there be emotion in those eyes.

Just as the black-haired man was thinking, among the few students of the same level as them, the blond young man who spoke first said: "Actually, Nefertiti, who is the most shining and known as the most beautiful person, may be the most appropriate Let's do it!"

"Nefertiti!" Speaking of this name, the faces of the other two students showed excitement: "Oh, Nefertiti is indeed a unparalleled beauty, he is synonymous with beauty."

"But it's a pity that the statues in the history museum don't portray Nefertiti's beauty at all." The blond young man echoed.

"I'm all for Rodney on that."

"Perhaps only in the painting that Pharaoh Ekhnaton painted himself, can a part of Nefertiti's real beauty be restored."

Ekhnaton...

Nefertiti...

Hearing these two names, the young man standing under the shade finally had a ripple in his calm eyes.

Nefertiti... the young man silently read the name in his heart.