Stepping into the main hall, Amenhotep IV saw Nefertiti dressed in white robes, the messenger of the gods was undoubtedly the most striking presence.Even if he just stood there and didn't say anything, people would notice him at first sight and couldn't help but be attracted to him.At this moment, he just lowered his delicate chin slightly, obviously saluting him, but there was an awe-inspiring and indifferent nobility on Zhou's body.Fu Zhenhong, who lowered his eyes, could feel the gaze of Amenhotep IV on him, but he did not raise his eyes because of this, but still maintained such a welcoming posture.Can't fault the slightest mistake in etiquette.Amenhotep IV raised his eyebrows and walked forward without stopping, but when he was about to walk in front of Fu Zhenhong, he slowed down.Although Amenhotep IV was only a little over ten years old, he was almost as tall as a strong adult man.The tall body made Amenhotep IV only glance slightly when he passed by Fu Zhenhong, and he could see Fu Zhenhong's perfect side face contour and the beautiful curve of his eyelashes.Out of a subtle thought, Amenhotep IV's hand moved slightly.Fu Zhenhong felt something gently swept on the back of his hand, not with any ** and ambiguous meaning, just a touch that seemed to be nothing, with a little warmth, fleeting.It was the fingertips of Amenhotep IV.Fu Zhenhong reacted almost immediately, his eyelids raised slightly, and he looked towards Amenhotep IV, but because the pharaoh's footsteps did not stop, he only saw a back that happened to be staggered.It's quite good at grasping people's hearts.Fu Zhenhong withdrew her gaze indifferently.After Amenhotep IV had reached the top of the temple and stood upright, all the people in the hall were upright again, but the sacrificial singers still lowered their heads, not daring to look directly at the pharaoh's face.Fu Zhenhong slowly raised his eyes, and now he completely saw the appearance of this pharaoh.When he was in the garden before, because the other party was in the dark and the position he was standing behind the stone pillar, Fu Zhenhong did not see the appearance of Amenhotep IV.Right now, under the bright candlelight of the inner hall, Fu Zhenhong found that the pharaoh standing at the top had quite deep and heroic facial features.He wore a dark blue robe, his skin was brown, his complexion was between bronze and wheat, his long dark hair was scattered, and he wore a golden crown on his forehead.In the center of the crown is an eagle with wings spreading, and on either side of his lobes are earrings made of pure gold, which are somewhat resembling the crown of a snake and somewhat like the head of a vulture.Fu Zhenhong noticed that there was also a layer of pale golden eyeshadow on his eyes, which made his slender eyes more of a fierce luxury.Although the young pharaoh and Secy Turs were brothers, the two of them did not bear the slightest resemblance in appearance.If Sessituls feels like water flowing slowly in a valley, gentle and elegant, then Amenhotep IV feels like the sun hanging high above the Nile, strong and bright, revealing a kind of edge and coercion.When Fu Zhenhong was looking at Amenhotep IV, Amenho □□ IV also blinked his eyelashes and looked at Fu Zhenhong below.The candlelight in the temple allowed Amenhotep to see the most beautiful of men in the world, and the thrilling face was far more beautiful than what he had seen in the garden.At that time, Amenhotep wondered if the envoy's indifferent expression would change after he knew that he was a pharaoh.Now he got the answer.The other party behaved calmly, so calm that even though he knew that he was a pharaoh, he did not show any emotion.As expected, Amenhotep IV's thin lips were slightly raised, outlining a meaningful arc.Sessituls noticed Amenhotep's interest in Nefertiti, and although there was no untimely emotion in his eyes, Sithurs still had a strong sense of crisis.After his younger brother Amenhotep succeeded to the throne as pharaoh, he became more and more confused about Amenhotep's mind as time went on.However, in just four years, Amenhotep has grown into a good emperor.One second he could smile at the enemy with sincerity and warmth, the next second he would cut the throat of the opponent with a sharp dagger, and at the end he would gently cover the soul of the dead under the knife with a pure white handkerchief.Saisituls doesn't use his own thoughts and rules of conduct to judge Amenhotep's usual way of doing things, but at the moment, Amenhotep's attention to Nefertiti makes him a little nervous.However, when he pursed his lips and was about to speak, Amenhotep above withdrew his gaze from looking at Fu Zhenhong, and said nonchalantly: "Let's start." ”As he spoke, Amenho □□ sat down on a chair painted with gold reliefs and turned his gaze to the priest Edie."
Yes, Your Majesty the Great Amenhotep," Edie bowed respectfully to Amenhotep before picking up a candlestick made of a blue lotus.The Blue Lotus is the sacred flower of Egypt.It represents life and love that will never wither.The bright moon outside the hall had completely emerged from the clouds at this time, and the white moonlight shone in, blending into a warm halo with the candlelight in the hall.Edie, the priest holding the blue lotus, winked at the sacrificial singers, and the eighteen singers opened their lips at the same time and sang a soft, melodious song.In a low and soothing singing, Fu Zhenhong and Sai Si Tuers stood opposite each other, and Sai Si Tuls took Fu Zhenhong's right hand and gently put on the gold bracelet that had been prepared for him.The golden bracelet shone brightly in the halo, just like Sesituls's love for Nefertiti.A shallow smile appeared at the corner of Sai Siturs' lips, and as the sacrificial singers sang the deepest and solemn part of the melody, he knelt down on one knee and gave a soft but solemn kiss on the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand.After a kiss, he stood up, but he didn't let go of the hand holding Fu Zhenhong.Amenhotep IV, who was sitting above, leaned back against the luxurious cushions, his gaze fell on the hands of Seysituls and Fu Zhenhong, his expression seemed casual and lazy, but there was a touch of coldness in the depths of his eyes.After the chant of the sacrificial singer, Edi, as a priest, began to recite the eulogy of the ceremony: "O great god Amun, you cast the sun on the banks of the Nile, so that under the afterglow of the setting sun, the churning red river, loess and sinking sand, soil and mud are all great gifts you have given us, O god——— please witness the love of Nefertiti and Seysituls, the messenger with the blue lotus as a blessing for eternal life!"
”Priest Edie's exclamation brought this engagement ceremony to the **, and Sai Siturs held Fu Zhenhong's hand tightly, and the smile on his face became brighter and brighter.His eyes full of infinite love seemed to be imprinted with the stars, and like the quiet gurgling water, clear and clear: "I love, Nefertiti." ”He said word by word, and his tone was a cautious promise.In the face of such pure and unsullied love as Sai Siturs, Fu Zhenhong also softened her cold eyebrows and eyes, and the corners of her lips slightly outlined a light arc.Amenhotep IV's eyes sank, and his hand on the handle of the chair began to tap the hard golden handle with his index finger.If you are familiar with Amenhotep IV's cronies or close courtiers, you must know that this is a sign that the pharaoh is unhappy.But unfortunately, there are no close ministers who stay by the Pharaoh's side all the year round, so the priests and sacrificial singers who are paying attention to Fu Zhenhong and Saisituls naturally cannot find that the Pharaoh above is already in a bad mood.Amenhotep's gaze lingered on Fu Zhenhong's softened eyes for a moment, and then moved to Fu Zhenhong's and Saisituls' fingers.The hands are white and beautiful, like fine works of art.Amenhotep recalled the smooth and delicate touch of his fingertips as he passed Nefertiti's side, and the index finger that was tapping the handle stopped.He subconsciously rubbed his fingertips.The itchy feeling seems to be still stuck in my fingertips.This realization seemed to blow away the irritability in Amenhotep IV's heart, but before his emotions could fully recover, he heard Nefertiti respond to the words of love from his brother Sesiturs."
I love."
Amenhotep IV heard Nefertiti say this.At this moment, Amenhotep IV only felt that the nostalgic touch of his fingertips suddenly became tasteless.At that moment, Edie, the priest who had finished the eulogy, picked up a burning torch."
Your Majesty Amenhotep," he said, handing the torch to Amenhotep IV.Amenhotep IV took the torch and lit the candlestick made of the blue lotus with the flame.The bright flames emitted scorching heat on the blue lotus, symbolizing that the marriage between Nefertiti and the usher, Siturs, was as hot as the fiery lotus."
Blessings."
Amenhotep IV hooked the corners of his lips and presented this final ritual testimony in the name of the pharaoh.The dazzling halo on the lotus illuminated the face of Siturs, as well as the face of Amenhotep IV.Compared to the uncontrollable joy on Seysturs' face, Amenhotep IV was also smiling, but this smile did not enter his eyes at all.Fu Zhenhong glanced at Amenhotep as if he had a feeling, and after briefly meeting the pharaoh's gaze, he looked away lightly.When the pharaoh's blessing is given, the ceremony is officially over.With a wave of his hand, Amenhotep IV was the first to leave the temple of Amun.Sai Siturs was about to leave with Fu Zhenhong, but was stopped by Priest Edie before leaving.Edie stopped him that he must have something important to say, and Sithuls looked at Nefertiti standing at the door of the temple, and then at Edie, who was glaring at him, and hesitated a little."
Sai Siturs."
Edie called him again."
There you go."
Fu Zhenhong said to Sai Situers.When Sai Siturs heard this, he nodded and said one word: "Okay." ”Fu Zhenhong didn't speak again, and walked out of the hall with his feet raised.The main hall is also a long stone-paved avenue from the main entrance of the Temple of Amun.On both sides of the avenue of stone stands a dense row of statues of the holy sheep, each with a stone brick inlaid with silver leaf on the side.These bricks act like a mirror in the moonlight, reflecting a vague approximate image.It was still late at night, but the maids and guards in charge of the temple were gone, and the candles that should have been lit on the top of the statue of the holy sheep were all extinguished.Fu Zhenhong walked alone on this stone avenue, all around was pitch black, and the moonlight was the only illumination.When he was almost halfway there, there was a sudden slight movement behind a statue of a holy sheep on the right.Immediately after, a black shadow flashed, and a strong arm wrapped around his waist, and instantly dragged Fu Zhenhong behind the statue.Fu Zhenhong's whole person was imprisoned between the holy sheep statue and the other party's body by the black shadow behind him.His palm rested on the statue of the holy sheep, and his back was pressed against the other party's generous and warm chest.In the next second, Fu Zhenhong felt the other party's hand on his waist and abdomen, and deliberately pinched it on the skin of his abdomen.