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Fu Zhenhong paused for a moment, and glanced towards the direction of the dark room as if feeling something. He thought it would take a week at the soonest, but he didn't expect it to be much faster than he thought.

Is it because I feel something...

A flash of thought flashed across Fu Zhenhong's eyes.

Seeing this, Qi Ya, who had been paying attention to Fu Zhenhong's emotions, wiped her hair more gently, as if she was afraid of disturbing Fu Zhenhong's thoughts.

Chia likes the current life very much. Being by the side of God Envoy made her feel an unprecedented joy and shyness that seemed to overflow her heart.

But at the same time, she also tasted the taste of worrying about gains and losses.The God Envoy is too wonderful for her, she can only look up to it, but cannot possess it.

In the past two days, the news of the death of Lord Secythurs has spread throughout Egypt. Lord Secythurs and the God Envoy were supposed to be an enviable couple, but the disease in Abydos made the Master Saixi Tours and God Envoy separated the kingdoms of the afterlife and the present world.

Chia didn't know how to say comforting words to the envoy, not only because perhaps the envoy didn't need others to comfort him, but also because Chia had hidden a secret thought in her heart that she shouldn't have.

At the moment when she learned that Lord Secy Tours had died, the first emotion that sprouted in Qi Ya's heart turned out to be an extremely despicable secret joy.

Her first thought was that Secy Tours, who was about to become the companion of the envoy of God, was dead, so could she be by the side of the envoy of God for a longer period of time or even more intimately.

How despicable...

Chia cast aside herself in her heart, while thinking uncontrollably.

"Qia." Fu Zhenhong's voice interrupted Qi Ya's thoughts: "Go and bring the brewed tea."

"Okay, my lord envoy." Qi Ya responded softly, and after returning the white cloth towel for wiping her hair, she walked to the table and poured out a cup of tea skillfully.

"My lord." Qi Ya handed the poured tea to Fu Zhenhong: "The tea is still hot, God envoys you to wait for a while."

Fu Zhenhong took the tea from Qi Ya's hand.

The tea used in Egypt in this era was not as diverse as later, it was very common green tea.However, Qi Ya brewed it very skillfully, so the tea in the cup looked light but still fragrant.

Fu Zhenhong held the cup with patterns printed on it in his hand, and shook it slightly, watching the tea in the cup ripple slightly with his movements.

"Qia," Fu Zhenhong called the name of the woman beside him, his eyes still resting on the tea, he just said lightly, "Do you want to stay by my side forever?"

When Qi Ya heard this, panic flashed in her eyes, but she gritted her teeth and knelt down at Fu Zhenhong's feet, "My lord, Qi Ya likes you."

"Like me?" Fu Zhenhong turned her eyes away after hearing the words, and turned to look at Qi Ya, "Qia, love that is said too easily will not be cherished."

His clear voice reached Qi Ya's eardrums, like a lotus blooming in the night.It was obviously cold and quiet, but for no reason revealed a kind of itch and confusion.

Qi Ya subconsciously shook her head and said: "My lord, Qi Ya just looks forward to you, even if my love is not cherished by you, it's okay, no matter what, it's a gift to me."

Fu Zhenhong didn't speak, but just looked at Qi Ya so quietly, as if examining the authenticity of her words.

Under Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Qi Ya blushed from her ears to her cheeks, but she didn't lower her head to avoid Fu Zhenhong's sight because of shyness. She rested her head lightly on Fu Zhenhong's lap.

"My lord envoy, please let Qi Ya get closer to you." Her cheek was pressed against Fu Zhenhong's thigh, and her melodious voice was full of love.

After she finished speaking, there was another movement under the water surface in the dark room. This time, the waves in the water were more severe than before.

Fu Zhenhong put her hand on Qi Ya's hair, "Qia, go back to your room."

"Okay." Qi Ya raised her head obediently, and responded softly. Although she didn't want to just leave like this, she also knew that the envoy of God would not like people who disobeyed him.

But by coincidence, when Qi Ya got up and walked to the door, the attendant's voice just happened to come from outside the door: "My lord envoy, His Majesty Amenhotep IV has come."

For Amenhotep IV's visit, Fu Zhenhong was not surprised. The other party gave him two days to think about it. Today was the last day, so it was not surprising that Amenhotep IV would come to him.

Fu Zhenhong took a sip of tea, put the teacup on the table, and was about to go out with Qi Ya who stopped because of the sound outside the door, when she heard footsteps.

In the next second, Amenhotep IV's voice came from outside the door: "Nefertiti, may I come in?"

Although it was a questioning sentence, Amenhotep IV did not wait for Fu Zhenhong's answer, but directly opened the door.

When he saw Qi Ya standing at the door, a cold light appeared in his eyes, "You... what were you doing in the room just now?"

Qi Ya didn't answer, but just knelt down according to the hierarchy, bowed her head and bowed to Amenhotep IV, while Fu Zhenhong said, "I don't need to report to you."

Amenhotep IV was a little depressed, but he adjusted his mood in a short while, "You all go down." He said to Chia and the attendant.

The attendant left immediately, while Qi Ya gave Fu Zhenhong a hesitant look before leaving the room lightly.

As soon as Qi Ya left, only Fu Zhenhong and Amenhotep IV were left in the room.Amenhotep IV walked up to Fu Zhenhong, he stared at Fu Zhenhong's blue eyes, the eagle-like pupils seemed to have the sharpness to see everything: "Nefrtiti, be my queen and rule Egypt with me."

Fu Zhenhong remained silent.

Amenhotep IV went on to say: "You are an ambitious person, and you should not stick to the position of an envoy without any real power."

Fu Zhenhong remained silent.

Amenhotep IV was not angry, or it could be said that now, without the concern of Secy Tours, he did not think that Nefertiti would refuse.

He could not be mistaken, Nefertiti, who was carefully looked forward to by everyone, should not be the messenger who listened to those lucky people who were selected by the priest class and prayed to God day after day.Nefertiti was supposed to be sitting on that high seat, ruling Egypt with him.

"Neftiti," Amenhotep IV stretched out his hand to touch the tear mole in the corner of Fu Zhenhong's eye. This delicate little vermilion added a kind of coquettishness to Fu Zhenhong's originally cold and indifferent temperament and bewitched.

Fu Zhenhong frowned slightly. When he was about to wave Amenhotep IV away, the other party seemed to know that he would do this, and withdrew his hand first.

However, immediately afterwards, Amenhotep IV raised Fu Zhenhong's hand hanging by his side. His age was younger than Fu Zhenhong's age in this world, but regardless of his body, Or the palm, which is much wider than Fu Zhenhong.

He could easily hold Fu Zhenhong's hand, and easily wrap Fu Zhenhong in his arms.

The young pharaoh has a strong heart and deep ambitions. He doesn't want to be a lonely king, so he not only wants to get the most beautiful person in the world, but also wants to leave a legacy in the history of the new Egyptian dynasty with this most beautiful person. Make a bold stroke.

Amenhotep IV observed the expression change in Fu Zhenhong's eyes, and then lightly pressed his palms to Fu Zhenhong's palms facing each other.

The warmth in his palm followed this intimacy to Fu Zhenhong's hand. When he realized that Fu Zhenhong was about to withdraw his hand, he gathered his fingers together and held his own with Fu Zhenhong's. Together.

Then in the next second, he landed on one knee and knelt down in front of Fu Zhenhong with the highest etiquette of the Egyptian royal family.He lowered his head and planted a kiss on the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand. There was an inadvertent tenderness in his deep voice: "Nefertiti, become a partner with me, and share glory and status."

Fu Zhenhong looked into his eyes and said calmly, "What if I refuse?"

Hearing the words, King Amenhotep IV stood up straight and laughed unsurprisingly, "Then I need to use some necessary means that you won't like to get you to agree." He said frankly, not at all. I feel a little despicable for saying such a thing.

Amenhotep IV knew from a young age that what he wants must be fought hard. As the pharaoh who ruled Egypt, he always knew that the bright side and the dark side often coexist.

He is not a kind person.

He enjoys the honor that a king should have, and he is also very clear-headed that he will never be able to achieve true integrity.

"So Nefertiti, what's your answer?"

Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids, and said in a flat tone, "Didn't you already guess it?"

As soon as Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, there was a burst of heat on his wrist where the snake was usually entwined.

Sure enough, can you feel the situation on his side...

Amenhotep IV, who was immersed in joy, did not notice Fu Zhenhong's strangeness at this moment, and he was delighted with Nefertiti's answer.

Although this result had been expected for a long time, the moment he actually got the answer from Nefertiti, his mood was far more joyful than he had imagined.

"Three days later, we will hold a couple ceremony at the Karnak Temple in Luxor." Amenhotep IV's tone obviously became brisk.

"The death of Sisi Tours has shrouded Egypt in a gray downturn. The Sun God Festival, which will be pushed forward due to the epidemic three days later, is the best day for you to become my queen."

Fu Zhenhong listened quietly without speaking.

Amenhotep IV didn't care about Fu Zhenhong's indifference, he had a smile on his face, "Nefertiti, I look forward to you taking the golden crown and sitting on the throne with me."

"You can go." As soon as Fu Zhenhong opened her mouth, it was the order to evict the guest.

Hearing this, Amenhotep IV didn't bother him too much. His purpose of coming today has been achieved, and there is no need to make Nefertiti unhappy.

After Amenhotep IV left, Fu Zhenhong wiped her warmed wrist with a slightly damp white cloth.

On the originally white and smooth skin, with the wetting of water, something like an ordinary red line gradually emerged.

[Xiaohong, do you want to go in and take a look? ]

[Um. ]

Fu Zhenhong put down the cloth towel and walked towards the dark room.