The King and the Priest[Comprehensive]

Tahir is writing back.

It cannot be said that it is simply a "letter" written to someone to reminisce about the past, because his original intention is actually to use strict words to put an end to the unhealthy atmosphere that has been inexplicably rampant in Pharaoh's house recently.

I don't know how it evolved into this, and it got worse and worse.

That is to say, after the first time I caught my little daughter reading a book without sleeping at night, and then I caught the second and third times... Tahir, who had a very serious opinion on a man who seriously affected the child's life and study.

"Please give me a list of no less than three possible benefits of showing Sakura a collection of love poems, otherwise I will never agree with the current behavior of your father and daughter."

His tone sounded a bit colder than usual.

If a man can't give a reasonable explanation, but still throws out the sentence "Happiness is the most important thing", then it's not just a problem of being caught heavily by the stupid hair on the top of the head.

— will be cut off.

That's right, I just used the scissors turned into a snake rod to easily and ruthlessly scrape off the head hair that was roughly equal to the Pharaoh's logo.

Hearing this sentence, the Pharaoh caught this utterly utter threat, how shocked his heart was, and how stunned his hair was standing in the cold wind, so I won't say much about these unimportant reactions.

All in all, the pharaoh immediately straightened his expression—even if he really succumbed to the aura of the princess who was cold on the surface and furious in his heart, he would never admit it—and gave the benefits that Tahir requested one, two, and three.

"Since Sakura is a delicate girl, it doesn't matter if she comes into contact with these things earlier."

"..."

"On the premise of completing other studies, it's not wrong to appreciate the writing and talent of the father, but it's just a little bit late to sleep! Isn't it because you supervise her?"

"..."

"Of course, the most important reason is! To cultivate her habit of humbly learning from her elders, and let her know the excellence of her parents, so as to motivate her to keep working hard—"

Tahir: "..."

The priest was unable to speak for a long while.

Either he was overwhelmed by the pharaoh's seemingly straightforward nonsense, or he realized for the umpteenth time that this man is a fool when it comes to personal issues!

"I tell you, don't add too much selfishness in the process of education."

In the end, Tahir still opened his mouth and pointed out the loopholes he caught one by one:

"To let Sakura understand the excellence of the elders, you must show her-this kind of content! It is obviously better to let her see your other great achievements. Moreover, it is not a "slightly" problem at all, let her go to bed late It is your responsibility!"

While Ying was still at school, the two idiots in the family were "quarreling" about the child's education for the first time, and the "quarreling" was quite fierce.

At present, the only onlookers are the snake stick, but the master snake stick retreats along the gleaming golden wall in a low-key and concealed manner, refusing to participate in such a mentally retarded debate, and also refuses to become a pair of scissors.

Tahir lost his "scissors", so he couldn't cut off the pharaoh's stupid hair for the time being, but it was still possible to accuse this idiot with a cold face.

Only in this kind of fit, the words of the priest will increase unexpectedly.

Ozymandias opened his mouth, rather sluggishly being dismissed by dear Tahir without emotional ups and downs, but like a cold wave and snowstorm, there was no way to interrupt him.

The pharaoh suddenly understood why the high priest's political opponents hated him so much and were afraid of him.

Because if you can't say enough, you have to be caught by the high priest for all the mistakes, and mercilessly use words to attack all aspects. Just a few words can make the human body incomplete.

Moreover, the High Priest is so cold and cold, the political opponents will suddenly realize that this hateful man who spurned them with only simple lines did not let anyone go in the eyes.

Everyone can't impress him, and his tone is so indifferent to mortals who he doesn't like.

——Look, what an arrogant person.

He has made countless enemies, and the main reason why when he loses power, he attracts a crowd to make trouble, all of which are here.

The Pharaoh did not expect that after thousands of years, he would also enjoy the treatment of a mortal without a brain in the eyes of the high priest... Ah, no, it cannot be said that way.

After all, Tahir still gave him some face, and because of the special situation, he didn't cast a cold gaze of indifference to everything with those blue eyes that made many people feel terrified.

"..."

"...No, I must say a few words!"

And the king is worthy of being a king. After a brief moment of distraction, he interrupted Tahir forcefully.

"I have thought about taking Sakura to Egypt, to look up at the magnificent temple I left behind with my own eyes-this plan has already been arranged, and it will be implemented later."

"yes."

Tahir accepted the plan drawn up by Ozymandias, and his attitude was a little better.

He also heard the word "Egypt", and his heart felt less obvious, but it quickly subsided, as if nothing had happened.

"I admit that I am responsible for Sakura's failure to go to bed on time." At this moment, she finally admitted her mistake smoothly.

Pharaoh is magnanimous, but if you want to think that he has really bowed his head completely, then you will underestimate the king of kings!

"Aside from the question of whether to go to bed late or not, I still insist that it is necessary for Sakura to learn from the excellence of her fathers early."

The man's gaze suddenly became scorching again, and Tahir could feel it through a layer of white cloth in front of him.

He almost took half a step back reflexively because of this, but he suddenly remembered something and forcibly stopped himself.

"It's not just me, Tahir, you used to like reading love poems too."

Ozymandias said, with a smile on his lips: "If you come to write it, you may write it almost like me, maybe."

Tahir: "What did you say—?!"

It's dangerous, but he almost lost his composure again.

The person with amnesia was hit hard on the top of the head by the phrase "You used to like reading love poems too", and almost couldn't react.

Are you kidding me?

Must be kidding.

He likes love poems?

Or is it the kind of obsession that you can't put down the book and read it every day...? !

Ozymandias laughed loudly: "Yeah! I didn't lie to you. I bumped into it countless times back then. You took someone's poem you copied down and read it twice a day. Even I’m not too happy to let you take a look at me——tell me who is this abominable person!”

and many more.

Suddenly, Pharaoh remembered again.

I didn't find out until the end of my life, which dynasty's pharaoh Tahir liked "Pharaoh Ramses" was.

No.

The forgotten feeling of brooding and inability to eat unexpectedly reappeared.

Not long ago, the Pharaoh, who generously preached "beauty cannot be monopolized" in front of his beloved daughter, felt sore.

Thinking that I have written so many poems, Tahir has never really read them before his death, but he loves the love poems written by another man with the same name (not necessarily as good as him, wrong, definitely not as good as him) Can't do it, I can't put it down...

Pharaoh suddenly couldn't calm down.

"Who is that guy? Is he really a real person? Could it be the pharaoh who was omitted from the historical facts...Damn it, Tahir, why do you like him so much!"

Tahir, who was still immersed in the horror of "how could I like to read love poems?": "...how can I know now! "

He was in a state of confusion, and if it wasn't for some strangeness in his subconscious, he would have suspected that this was an excuse deliberately pulled up by the Pharaoh.

But... love poems?How can it be!

Needless to say, it was difficult for Tahir to accept this terrible "fact" for a while, and naturally he was unable to answer Ozymandias' brooding questions.

——However, this pharaoh is quite difficult to deal with, a hundred times more difficult than the weak enemies above the court.

Because the enemy can only be satirized by him to the point of collapse, and will not become angry, or take a step forward with jealousy...

She hugged him tightly and refused to let go.

"...!"

Tahir's thoughts were suddenly interrupted by this unconventional hug.

The shock, which is quite small for a human being, spread, causing the blond hair, which was originally soft and loose on the shoulders, to fly backwards, floated for a while, and then slowly fell back again.

"........."

It seemed that he had just regained his senses and became what he is now.

A layer of white cloth that has no meaning in front of him is blocked, otherwise, like other places on the face, he can directly touch the man's hot chest as if he exists.

Even though he couldn't see anything clearly, Tahir's eyes couldn't help opening slightly.

For some reason—maybe it was because of jealousy, or because one incident reminded him of more regrets that he didn't know about, Pharaoh didn't inform him in advance, he obeyed his heart, and embraced his beloved one in his arms.

His broad and powerful palm lightly covered the back of the blond priest's head, gently but irresistibly pressing the priest's head in front of him.

His other arm wrapped around his back.

Tahir didn't speak for a long time, perhaps because he was surprised.

It was much clearer than the previous few times, this time, he smelled warmth from close at hand—a breath as warm as the sun.

The pharaoh's body has always carried an aura similar to sandalwood. As a high-ranking king, it is inevitable that he will be contaminated with the smell of many expensive spices.

But this smell is not sandalwood, it is mixed in the extra smell, only by carefully feeling it, can you taste its strong sense of existence.

As if the whole body is surrounded by sunlight, these lights with their own temperature will use their own heat to warm him who is always in the cold and darkness.

All of a sudden, there was an unexplainable tingling pain in my heart, mixed with an even more inexplicable-a strange greed that I didn't want to leave this embrace.

'It's too strange.Neither love poems nor this one is like me. '

thought Tahir.

It's not just him, the situation on the Pharaoh's side seems to be not much different.

The man was bowing his head, his tall nose resting on the priest's hair, and he did what he couldn't help doing once again.

Concentrating all expressions where Tahir could not see, Wang gently closed his eyes.

Although there was indeed an impulsive factor in doing this just now, he also really wanted to hug his thin body - only this is beyond doubt.

"Jealousy", this is also there, but what is shown is by no means all the thoughts in the heart.

If the Pharaoh didn't say it, his loved ones would not know that there were more things that he couldn't let go of because of that little incident.

Apart from Tahir's experience after leaving him, which he didn't know until now, there are some other things.

For example, where Lord Mejed is going, the god always appeared above his head the first moment he saw him. Now that he has become a heroic spirit, he can see it, but the god disappeared for some reason.

For example, the snake staff, he failed to find it in the ruins at the time, but he didn't expect it to return to Tahir's side. What happened to the contract between them...

In short, there are too many doubts.

But he couldn't ask anything.

It's not that I don't want to, but that I can't find the opportunity.

Tahir just happened to lose his memory, and he couldn't fully believe what he said from the snake stick.The final result is such a tangled situation.

'Is it only possible to maintain this appearance temporarily?It seems that this is the only way.However, if I indulge in unreliable sweetness for a long time, I am afraid I will get carried away... like now. '

Pharaoh thought.

He used this action to cover up the uneasiness in his heart that has never disappeared, just let his lover misunderstand him.

Forgetful, it means that he is very likely to be bound by this happiness that is extremely difficult to obtain, and he is greedy in every possible way, forgetting the truth that he must find out.

Of course - Pharaoh would not allow himself to be so incompetent.

He just wanted to feel the joy of his lover being by his side as much as possible on the premise of staying vigilant.

Therefore, I couldn't help but look for the floral fragrance that lingered in my dreams countless times in the past in my lover's blond hair.

Even more involuntarily, she placed a kiss between his brows.

"..."

"It's no use changing the subject either."

Then in the next second, his lips were empty, and the pharaoh's lover seemed to wake up suddenly, but he walked away without a second thought.

"I still disagree with what you said, reading this kind of stuff is helpful for Sakura's study." The blond priest, who didn't look too embarrassed, turned his back to him, his voice was still clear, but he spoke a little faster Just a little bit.

"Well, is that really the case?" Pharaoh's words sounded a bit distressed, but he couldn't help laughing.

There is a very rhythmic magnetism in the laughter, as if it can penetrate into the heart of someone who inadvertently leaked a gap, and arouse some uneven ripples.

The man who didn't seem to be cheating with his voice was still saying: "If I can't convince you, it means that my thinking is still wrong, so what should I do, Tahir?"

Tahir: "..."

"Of course it's prohibited from now on. Also, about the other thing you said—I can't agree with it either."

After finishing speaking, he walked away without looking back, and his walking speed was surprisingly fast.

It seems that I haven't made it clear what "what" is?

However, it doesn't matter.

After strictly forbidding the erroneous entertainment between the Pharaoh's father and daughter, Tahir confiscated all the poems written by the Pharaoh from Sakura.

It turns out that Ozymandias told Sakura that his masterpieces can add up to a very thick book, but in fact it is more than that.

The Pharaoh’s long life of more than 90 years was not in vain. After careful calculation, the love poems written by this man to his lover are enough to make up several books, not counting the newly written ones as heroes.

Tahir read them all slowly.

Please note that it's not that he wants to watch it, but someone shamelessly said "Your level may be almost the same as mine", which aroused the close attention of the priest.

He didn't know why he cared so much... Well, it was "dissatisfaction".

As if his professional field was strongly challenged by "laymen", Tahir was unwilling to communicate with the pharaoh face to face, and after a little thought, he replaced it with a letter.

He also started to write poetry, but what he wrote was definitely not a love poem, but a hymn that was so smooth at the beginning for some reason.

Facts have proved that Tahir's poetry level is also superb, even better than that of Pharaoh.

With miraculously gorgeous and smooth strokes, he praises the sun, all things, life, and some king—

Wait, how did "a certain king" get in here!

"..."

At the moment when he realized that he began to praise a certain pharaoh in different ways while writing, Tahir's expression, which was rarely changed for thousands of years, burst into pieces.

This will not work.Certainly not.

Tahir took the time to write these things to make Pharaoh clearly realize that they are not at the same level, not to let him—

"Blah blah blah!"

All the off-topic content, together with the paper, became fragments that could not be put together, and were destroyed on the spot by the expressionless blond priest.

The priest is proud and reserved, and will never allow strange content to pass into the eyes of others.

Originally, he only wanted Lao Wang to have a little... No, to appreciate his own poems seriously, but the strange thing is that every time he finished writing a poem and sent it out, he would be belatedly aware of the inadequacies in the poem just now. .

It was too late to change.

But let him accept such imperfections, that's not okay.

So he continued to write, and in the end, a new work would be born every night and sent to the pharaoh who was only a corridor away.

Pharaoh received the letter and responded to it with great enthusiasm.

After reading the poems confiscated from Sakura, Pharaoh still has a steady stream of new poems.

Without exception, from men came all explicit and straightforward love poems, the emotions contained in them were as hot as fire.

As eagerly as the priest praised all things in the world, so eagerly did the Pharaoh profess his love to him.

As soon as the person in front wrote [Longing for the brilliance of the constant sun], the person behind wrote back [The sun rises from my chest every morning, and turns into stars and falls into your eyes at dusk].

Then the first person was speechless, deliberately avoiding the sun, and wrote [I saw the fire of life ignited from the harvested wheat field].

The second person stuck to the theme and immediately followed [but the flame will still be extinguished, it can't compare to the fire of my unquenchable love for you].

[…… Please don’t spoil the atmosphere by mixing in too many personal feelings. 】

This was the first sentence that appeared in the letter that had nothing to do with poetry. Tahir seriously reminded the other party that they were engaged in a fairly formal confrontation, and it was a foul to use extraordinary means to affect the opponent's emotions.

【Is there anything wrong?These are my true feelings.If it bothers you in a letter, I don't mind saying it to you in person. 】

【……no need. 】

Only in this aspect, Tahir always had no way to deal with Ozymandias. His indifference and self-control were directly and overwhelmingly restrained by the man's passion.

These two naive guys, who are almost six or seven thousand years old together, exclude their daughter alone, and write poems and letters in private, which is simply a joy.

"Shameless."

Snake Stick is going to talk again.

Its role in this childish behavior is that of a "messenger", and it has to go back and forth twice a day to play with the idiots.

"Understood, little girl. Human beings, once caught up in the physiological activity of pursuing a spouse, will become like a pair of idiots. Oh, they are both idiots, mentally retarded plus mentally retarded."

Uncle She Zhang dared not speak out in front of him, and he didn't know what to think, so he ran to the human girl to vent.

Logically speaking, Sakura should go to bed obediently since she has no past time to go to bed.

But Mr. Snake Zhang came and shared with her the secrets that fathers and adults are not willing to tell children. Sakura was very moved and began to listen to gossip.

Thanks to the fathers and adults, the friendship between her and Mr. Snake Zhang began to be established (although Snake Zhang did not admit that there was such a thing as "friendship").

"The poem that Father (the golden one) wrote and tore up unconsciously, is it for Father (hahaha) him?"

"Nonsense, who else but that idiot Pharaoh. He wrote a lot to idiots when he was still alive, although... tsk."

"……I see!"

Sakura was deeply moved, her eyes filled with tears.

Thanks to the words and deeds of her father and adults and the supplement of Mr. Snake Zhang, she deeply realized the power of "love" at this age, and she yearned for it.

"Hiss, gahaha, that idiot Tahir thought that destroying the paper would be the end of it, but I didn't expect my uncle to save a hand and secretly project the things he wrote!"

"Wow——Mr. Snake Zhang! You are really amazing!"

"Huh ha ha ha ha! Who is this uncle, it's just a few pieces of paper. For the sake of you worshiping this uncle so much, it's okay to show you the copy again."

"This, this belongs to the privacy of my father, I still..."

"Privacy ass, it's not privacy if you write it out and be seen by me! Look, show me quickly!"

Sakura (patience and longing, finally the longing overcame the patience): "...Then I will respect and learn from my father's masterpiece with the most solemn attitude!"

Yes, yes, yes, girls want to learn, and definitely not to spy on the privacy of their parents...

Ok……

Well……

Holding the cold Mr. Snake Zhang, Sakura hid under the blanket and peeked at it for a while.

"...As expected, Father."

Under the pitch-black quilt, the girl blushed.

"That's right, that guy looks serious, but he's actually a dead man. Vomit! Idiot! Hahahahahahaha!"

She Zhang admired it again, and while she cast aside it, she was rolling with laughter.

The friendship between the girl and She Zhang became so hot that after a while, She Zhang, who was not ordered not to move out of her nest in the past, offered to send Sakura to school.

Tahir: "?"

Ozymandias: "?"

During this period of their busy "confrontation", did something strange happen?

She Zhang: "How dare you doubt my uncle's intentions! You two idiots!"

"Father, Sakura... also wants to go to school with Mr. Snake Zhang."

What... what!

Even the well-behaved and cute little daughter said so!

After confirming again and again that Sakura is serious.

The old father duo who suffered the third hard blow in parenting history can't believe it!

In the next few days, their spirits were very depressed.

The author has something to say: Isn't it very sweet!The next chapter speeds up the progress and makes Sakura grow up, otherwise I can write tens of thousands of words every day [Being beaten

Shrinking with you, I suddenly discovered the joy of invisible comments below.There are already many innocent new readers who came in and cried when they saw chapters 47-48... I shed tears of grief with them, Namo Amitabha (compassionate face)