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In the moonlight, the Egyptian princess looked at her elder brother with a smile.

The appearance of the younger sister perfectly combines the genes of her parents, her eyebrows are long and beautiful, and her lips are red and thin, which makes her hard to be angry when she makes a sarcastic expression.

"How, my brother said, should I be soft-hearted?"

Morse unconsciously lowered his voice.

"That ... not the same."

"How is it different? Only women are allowed to cry, not men's costumes?"

Elder brother said.

"Of course, Ramses should not be able to stand my cold treatment, and it is unlikely to say that he likes it." Lin Lang deliberately used the miraculous method, "but, since Brother Wang can't afford it, don't promise it at random. It ’s just a sibling ’s joke, and I do n’t need to mention it in the future. As an adult, Tiya will concentrate on serving Amun, letting him bless his brother and Egypt well. "

The chest of the juvenile God Jacket was violently ups and downs, and it was difficult for him to calm his heart, and he was overwhelmed by regret and guilt.

"Tia! You listen to your brother! Your brother knows that you are wrong. Will you give your brother another chance? Okay? Your brother will stay away from her and all women! Brother Tiya, please!"

Lin Lang lowered his head to break his fingers, but he was tightened more tightly, and his chest was breathless.

"Tia, my brother is wrong!"

He buried his head on Lin Lang's neck, as if to entangle the person into his own flesh and blood, desperate to please her and beg her.

"Brother is right, the sister is wrong, thinking of the old son's favor, and treating his brother as a slave of his own greed. My brother must be very distressed, so I like to make you more relaxed--"

"No, it's not—" The elder brother eagerly confessed his heart, "Brother is willing to be your slave, whatever you want to drive!"

The princess looked faint, "Even if I want to be the queen of Upper and Lower Egypt, to be the only **** in this country, my eternal life is bound to my brother. These, my brother ... don't mind?"

Young love is too easy to be bruised, so the only thing the princess can rely on is power.

Moss hesitated for a moment.

He understood that his sister wanted to be a unique queen, which meant that his future pharaoh's power would be dispersed, and it would still be largely tilted to his sister's wife.

She didn't believe in her brother's promises, so she had to use tougher methods to keep him.

"Brother disagrees, is it afraid that I will seize power?" Lin Lang seemed to understand his inner thoughts and turned to look at him. She wears a square gold earring in her ear, embedded with a colorful scarab beetle. The bronze luster shimmers mysteriously in the night, just like her black pupil, so sacred and unpredictable.

Who does n’t pray for God ’s favor?

Her tone dropped, and she weakened a little, "It turns out that in the eyes of my brother, even if he grew up together, Tiya's weight is no more ..."

The young man's affection was hot and blind, and Moss temporarily abandoned reason and hugged her tightly.

"As long as I can make you happy, my brother will do anything."

"... really?"

"Really."

This time Morse answered more firmly, like he was hypnotizing himself, he was persuading himself repeatedly.

He and his sister are inseparable, and who has power, what is the relationship?

And when he promised, Moss clearly noticed that the person in his arms gradually relaxed, like a soft feather falling gently on his chest. This discovery softened his brother's bones, and he couldn't help bowing his head, trying to kiss his future Egyptian bride.

Lin Lang tilted his head and escaped.

Moss is a little lost, she is still angry?

He did n’t dare to kiss her lips. He could only deflect the angle. He kissed her slender neck and thin earlobe. The aroma deeply buried in the black hair was light, as if strayed into an unknown Beautiful secret. He was gradually fascinated, even addicted. The elder brother didn't know that this was a way to please women. In the eyes of others, it meant a little more humble courtship.

"Shusha--"

There was a subtle change in the grass.

It is a danger warning issued when a certain creature crawls.

Suddenly, a small slender arm stretched out like lightning, neatly pinching the heart of the viper.

The Golden Snake struggled violently for a while, and finally gave up the desire to eat, softly wrapped around the master's wrist. Its body is too thin, only the size of a finger, and when the arm surrounding the boy is still, it looks like a noble and beautiful gold snake-shaped armband.

The boy bowed his head without saying a word, pinched the pet snake's jaw, and put his fingers in it.

Golden Viper: "..."

It's really tiring to open your mouth ninety degrees, but it doesn't dare to move at all.

After all, this little master has a special liking for snake soup, even if it is discovered, he can still blink without saying that his brother is a loach fished from the river.

"To what extent do you deceive yourself?"

The high priest embraced the black cloak, and as he turned his head, he vaguely revealed a pale snow-like face, unlike ordinary people.

"As you can see, no matter what mistakes His Highness made, His Highness will always forgive him." He followed the guidance, "However, if you made a similar mistake, it is absolutely not in the mind of His Highness. The forgiving sinner. Do n’t say forgiveness, it ’s presumed that your Highness will be so disgusted that you do n’t want to see you again. ”

The high priest sighed, and the sorrowful compassion was so unusual.

"Why is it the same as brothers and brothers, and the difference in treatment is so great? It can only be said that the fairest **** also has a favorite believer."

"Snapped!"

The golden snake touched the upper and lower jaws, and was tightly brought together by the little master. It stiffened and did not dare to move.

When it's over, it's going to be made into supper.

"The high priest wants me to kill the elder brother?" Little Ramses casually played with the snake's head, and his pale golden eyes were covered with thick fan-like eyelashes, with an ignorant and innocent mood. Not waiting for the high priest to answer, the little guy muttered in the throat, "Father King has been in a bad mood recently."

The high priest looked at him.

"If the father knows that his most beloved first priest, he deliberately matches the queen with his favorite eldest son ..." Little Ramses grinned, lively and lovely, "What kind of good drama do you think will be? ? "

Compared to blood, the priest is an outsider after all, even if he is the first prophet of the empire.

Gathering the sleeve robe, the high priest was not surprised, "You won't."

The little master didn't respond to him, he poked the golden snake with his fingernails, and seemed dissatisfied with it's stupid look.

"You need me."

The high priest went on. He lifted the corner of his cloak, knelt on one knee, and prayed with piety, "I can fortune-see the future of this country for you, and bless our warriors with their invincibility.

The little pervert playing snakes was playing happily. Hearing the words lazily raised the corner of his lips, it seemed to be a sneer, carrying the contempt and indifference of the superior.

"War only listens to the strong, but it doesn't matter the prayers ... I too, high priest, do you need to read it to you now?"

The posture of the high priest was as calm as ever, not angry.

"Chen will let ... God willingly creeps to your feet and prays for your charity all day long."

The tip of the master's tongue twirled around the word "God", which is clearly a straight and cold eyebrow, and there is no reason to reveal the bewildering paradox.

"... alms?"

His Royal Highness was still unfamiliar with the word, showing a confused expression.

"Don't you go to the slave market a few days ago?" The high priest lowered his head, his wisps of black hair flying in the temples, "I remember you took a fancy to Isu."

It was a muscular boy with great training potential. At that time, several buyers were competing for him. Later, the price was too high, and the buyers felt that they were losing money, so they also devalued the slaves and said some insults At that time, the blue muscles on the back of the boy's hand came out.

Yes, this clever kid watched the play for a long time, and finally Shi Shiran appeared, erasing his slave identity, and giving him a few pieces of gold.

So logically, the boy followed the little Ramses back to the palace with a heartbreak. The high priest had to say that the ghost's vision was ridiculously good. The boy showed great military talent in a short period of time, and was introduced to the pharaoh by the little master without secret. He quickly went to the army. Very impressive.

There are many ministers who want to attract rookies, but they are rejected without exception.

Ramses Jr. nodded, not caring about it, but asked her excitedly, "What does it have to do with charity?"

The high priest decided to change his strategy.

"Don't you ever think about it, she can't fly high after folding the wings of the gods." The man's voice was as clear and cold as snow, a strange and hoarse moment, "Her hair, her eyes, her Skin, the whole body, only you can collect and touch. You ca n’t bear to do it yourself, let me achieve it for you. "

Ramesses stared at him for a while.

The young priest was at ease, not afraid of any consideration.

The little devil tilted his head, and once again showed his wary tiger teeth, "It seems that I am Egypt, and I want another young and outstanding Visir."

The high priest bowed his head deeply.

"bless you."

My Ramses the Great.

"Do you want to continue watching?"

After confirming the identity of the camp, the high priest obviously respected a lot, at least he showed the meaning of obedience in the posture, and everything was prioritized by His Highness.

"Don't read it anyway. My brother has so many tricks. He can always coax his sister to change her mind."

Ramses Jr. pouted, "It's not like me, only crying, no ability."

The high priest could not help crying and laughing because of this remark. Sometimes this little devil was too clever, but more often than not, the grumpy temper was really overwhelming.

With the departure of one big and one small, the situation on the opposite side changed again.

The new queen gathered her clothes and hurriedly chased them out, she was holding the doorpost to gasp, and it happened that she saw a scene of siblings hugging each other.

The dark-haired Egyptian princess carried her on her back and could not see her facial expression clearly, but Mose's obsessive posture was obvious. Her arms cradled Lin Lang's shoulders and chest from behind, with no gaps.

Let her think of two words easily, bondage.

Will the son of the high pharaoh willingly jump into the trap?

The girl seemed to notice her shocked gaze, tilting her head, and the half-sided silhouette was coated with a layer of brilliance under the bright moonlight.

She tickled the corner of her lips, as if she was admiring her hard work.

The new queen shivered.

She clearly separated the feelings of brothers and sisters, and made her agree, she could still laugh?

But soon, she realized that her situation was more difficult.

The gentle prince, who is known for his gentleness, did not look at her, took the younger sister and left, and the woman was dumbfounded, could not help shouting, "Moss--

The low cry is hoarse and has a savory taste, which is a unique charm of mature women.

Moss had a meal.

However, Lin Lang was more neat, and immediately withdrew his hand, a cold look, like a beautiful snow-white statue.

"Tiya—"

The younger brother was very annoyed, and just wanted to coax people, she heard her speak lightly, "Brother, I'm a little sleepy, so I'll go back first. There will be morning classes tomorrow, and don't be late."

What he meant meant that Moss was stiff, so he dared not look back at the woman again.

The night of the Egyptian palace is quiet, with large stone pillars standing majesticly, guarding the heart of the country piously.

The maid was holding a candle in front of her, the reeds were melted in the tallow, and there was a strong smell.

"Meow--"

Soft body around the ankle of the princess.

Lin Lang looked down at the intrusive guest.

The other party is a silver-gray kitten with uniform black spots, especially a pair of glass-green cat pupils, clear and innocent. Its fluffy tail circling, rubbing her legs from time to time, is obviously a master who can be coquettish.

The maid reminded in a low voice, "This is a new pet raised by His Highness Ramses."

The words didn't stop, and Dada's rapid footsteps approached the pedestrian.

"sister--"

Little Ramses ran over panting, leaning on her knees with her slender hands, and her white face turned red due to vigorous exercise. When His Royal Highness raised his head, the maids 'maids' love spread instantly, and their amber eyes seemed to be so soft that they made a hazy mist.

Lin Lang nodded coldly.

Little Ramses was a little helpless and said incoherently, "Yes, the grapes came out by themselves, I can't catch ..." As he said, he didn't get half of the reaction from Lin Lang. With a small head, "review" herself, "Sister Wang, don't be angry, next time, next time I will be optimistic about the grapes."

"Meow meow? Meow--"

The cat was hugged into the arms by the princess. At first, she was panicked. Lin Lang scratched her belly a few times, and suddenly became so bald and comfortable.

Little Ramses looked enviously, revealing his intent to hug her sister.

"Don't run around next time."

Sister Wang's slender fingers touched the cat's smooth fur, and her voice was soft and messy.

Lin Lang returned the cat cub to the little master.

Little Ramesses rubbed it, and saw Lin Lang about to straighten up, and immediately emptied a hand to grab her dress.

"... what?" The elder sister was as indifferent as ever, as if the tenderness just now was just an illusion.

The dark-haired boy bit her lip and pityed her pity. "Lamesis will also ... sister hug." Speaking of the back, the little guy's ears were red, some awkwardly bowed his head, his thick eyelashes were shaking, and Can't help but peep at her reaction.

"It's late, you should sleep."

Lin Lang iron stone heart, unmoved.

The little guy's face was instantly pale.

Lin Lin's eyes squinted past the person, and the golden bracelet between his wrists made a subtle sound.

There was a sudden pull behind.

She stopped.

"Why ... why can't Ramses be?"

The young beast groaned with fragility, longing for the pity and sympathy of the elder blesser.

Lin Lang glanced at the shadow of the stone wall, and a small hand grabbed her dress.

She felt strange.

The shadow was eccentrically lit by the bright candlelight, and her skirt raised a half-curve, like the wings of a butterfly, held tightly by a slender small hand, as if she only wanted to show rejection The thin and fragile wings will be severely shredded by innocent children until the flesh is blurred.

Lin Lang reached out his hand and pulled back his waistcoat little by little.

She took the maid away.

The kitten snuggled up to the lonely little master, and pleased him softly with his tail.

The little guy bent down, carefully holding the silver-haired kitten, learning the appearance of Lin Lang, rubbing the soft belly.

"Meow--"

The kitten yelled comfortably.

"Look at you, please like my sister more." Little Ramses bent her amber eyes.

The next day, Lin Lang was awakened by the maid's panicked voice.

"Your Highness, the cat, the cat is dead ..."

The maid kept shaking.

For the Egyptians, cats are the incarnation of the moon **** Best, and they are the spirits of the night. Illegal hunting is absolutely forbidden, otherwise it will cause public anger.

Lin Lang thoughtfully, "Is a cat dead?"

The young girl shook her head desperately, her eyes burst into tears because of excessive fear.

"All the cats in the palace are dead! Also, still ..."

"What else?"

Lin Lang's eyes suddenly became sharp.

The maid's lips were trembling and limp to the ground, and she couldn't seem to say a word.

"His Royal Highness, Moss ... was killed ..."

Her Royal Highness squinted her slender eyes.

For the first time, her card was cut off halfway.