Fu Zhenhong was slightly stunned, and her body tensed up because of the other party's small movements in her abdomen.He could feel the warm heat of the other man's palm against his skin, and he could clearly feel the well-proportioned but not overly squirting muscle texture on the chest where his back was attached.The somewhat stiff instinctive reaction of Fu Zhenhong's body obviously pleased the person behind him, and the other party folded his arms and hugged Fu Zhenhong's whole person more intimately."
Who are you?"
Fu Zhenhong asked, but there was no panic in his voice, and he had already guessed the identity of the person behind him.Listening to Fu Zhenhong's question, the person behind him did not answer immediately, but put his chin on Fu Zhenhong's right shoulder, then turned his cheek sideways, and gently rubbed his hot and soft lips on the side of Fu Zhenhong's neck: "You already know, don't you?"
”He replied, his voice low and powerful.When he said this, all the hot air flowing from his lips and teeth sprayed on Fu Zhenhong's neck, causing Fu Zhenhong to shiver physiologically.Fu Zhenhong's eyes slanted slightly, and from the stone bricks inlaid with silver foil on the side of the statue of the holy sheep, he saw the small half of the side face of the person behind him and the dazzling gold like the head of a vulture hanging on the earlobe.In fact, as early as the moment when the black shadow flashed behind his side, Fu Zhenhong could see the golden color on the person's earlobe flashing in the dark night from the mirrored stone bricks."
Amenhotep IV."
Fu Zhenhong read out the name of the person behind him, his tone was calm, and he didn't use relevant honorifics.Amenhotep IV, who was directly identified as an identity, was not displeased because Fu Zhenhong spoke in the tone of his peers.In his opinion, Nefertiti deserves to be indulged in both his status as a messenger of the gods and his own attractive appearance."
Nefertiti."
Amenhotep IV slowly pronounced the name in Fu Zhenhong's ear, and he wanted to see this always indifferent god through such an ambiguous intimacy, which made the adult show richer changes in expression or body movements.But his ideas and expectations were destined to fail.Fu Zhenhong didn't have any shy or embarrassed reaction, but lowered her eyebrows and said lukewarmly: "I am the messenger of God, your brother's companion, Amenhotep, pay attention to your identity." ”"My identity?"
Amenhotep IV chuckled: "There is no Amenhotep IV here, only an ordinary person who is interested in Nefertiti. ”Despite saying this, Amenhotep IV let go of his arm and released himself from the confinement of Zhenhong.He took a step back, giving Fu Zhenhong enough room to turn.Even if he wanted Nefertiti, but the other party was a messenger of the gods, and for that alone, Amenhotep would give Nefertiti the corresponding respect.Fu Zhenhong turned around and raised his eyes slightly to look at Amenhotep IV, who should have left the Temple of Amun.Large round stone pillars carved in reliefs and rows of statues of holy sheep obscured a large part of the moonlight, and in the absence of candle lighting, Fu Zhenhong could only see the outline of Amenhotep's face and the slightly raised corners of his lips from the faint halo.Even in this somewhat dark environment, Amenhotep IV still has a strong sense of existence, and his sharp and deep facial features are less of a domineering attack power and more awe-inspiring and lonely coldness under this dark night."
Nefertiti," Amenhotep IV called Fu Zhenhong's name, a seduction in his voice, "as a messenger of God, you deserve more glory and status than that. ”Fu Zhenhong said: "What do you want to say?"
”Amenhotep IV laughed softly, he raised his hand and tapped his wrist, and said meaninglessly: "I see, in the garden." ”Fu Zhenhong was silent.Amenhotep IV's simple sentence not only pointed out that he was the person in the darkness in the garden, but also pointed out the whole process of seeing the red cobra being subdued by Fu Zhenhong.The serpent was a symbol of strength and royal power in Egypt.He was also the protector of the pharaohs.Among them, the red cobra is a rare species, such a cobra will instinctively chase after those who yearn for power and power in their hearts."
Nefertiti, my dear oracle, you are a companion to Sisituls, and your ambitions will never be able to override the king."
Amenhotep IV stared at Fu Zhenhong's eyes tightly, and the pupils that had been quenched with a layer of gold in the pitch black appeared as if they could see everything.But his tone was extremely gentle, and he even raised his hand with a look of pity, wanting to hold Fu Zhenhong's sideburns that were blown by the fine night breeze behind his ears.However, his fingertips had just touched these strands of fragrant blonde hair, and in the next second, he was avoided by Fu Zhenhong's deflection of his head.Nefertiti's silky ends slipped from his fingertips, and the fleeting lightness of the touch, accompanied by the fragrance of the fragrance, made Amenhotep IV feel a vague sense of loss.I want to wrap this hair around my fingertips and play with it thinly.I want to hug the person in front of me into my arms.Want to get this person.Amenhotep IV's eyes darkened a little, and there was a touch of heat in his eyes when he looked at Fu Zhenhong."
Nefertiti, you're not one to settle for the status quo."
Amenhotep IV said with great certainty."
So what?"
Fu Zhenhong raised her eyelids and replied unhurriedly: "Sai Siturs is in my heart, more important than others. ”"That sounds like a jealous sound," Amenhotep IV's eyes narrowed dangerously, Fu Zhenhong's words clearly evoked bad memories for him.He thought of Nefertiti and Sessituls' hands shaking hands in the main temple of the temple, and the smile on his face faded: "Do you like him?"
Nefertiti, do you like Seysithurs?
”"He likes me."
Fu Zhenhong did not answer Amenhotep IV's question directly.Amenhotep IV said: "I like you too. ”Fu Zhenhong shook her head, "What you like is the identity of my divine envoy." ”"I don't deny that there is a reason for this, but, Nefertiti, you should know best that your own charisma is far more alluring than your status as an oracle.""
So what?"
Fu Zhenhong's tone was already a little impatient: "What do you want to say?"
”"Think about me, Nefertiti."
Amenhotep IV replied: "I play Siturs better for you. ”Fu Zhenhong didn't reply, and after glancing at him lightly, she turned sideways and prepared to leave.This silent refusal made the young pharaoh raise his eyebrows, and without thinking too much, he took Fu Zhenhong's hand.Fu Zhenhong turned her head and said in a somewhat cold tone: "Let go." ”Facing Fu Zhenhong's gaze, Amenhotep IV blinked his eyelashes slightly, and let go of his hand before Fu Zhenhong could speak again.However, while his hand was withdrawn, he also took the opportunity to take off the bracelet on Fu Zhenhong's wrist that was worn by Sai Siturs himself.Seeing this, Fu Zhenhong's lips moved, and when he was about to speak, a rush of footsteps sounded not far away."
Nefertiti."
Fu Zhenhong heard a familiar voice.It was the voice of Secy Turles.Amenhotep IV naturally heard it too, and he said to Fu Zhenhong with some regret, "Goodbye." ”After the words fell, he turned around and walked towards the large stone gate of the temple of Amun without hurry, not seeming to be worried that Sisithurs knew that as a pharaoh, he had met with the oracle in private, or that he had deliberately let Sithurs discover him.Fu Zhenhong ignored Amenhotep IV and looked at the source of the voice.Just then, Si Turs also happened to come out of the corner.More than ten seconds later, Sai Siturs walked in front of Fu Zhenhong.He first glanced at Fu Zhenhong, and then at the direction in which Amenhotep IV had left, and the familiar back made Sai Siturs's brow furrow slightly."
That guy just now, is it Amenhotep?"
Saisi Turles asked Fu Zhenhong with some uncertainty."
Yes."
Fu Zhenhong did not hide it."
What is he looking for you for?"
Secy Turles almost blurted out.After saying that, he quickly realized that his tone and words seemed to be a little too assertive and serious, so he softened his tone and said softly, "I'm sorry Nefertiti, I'm not questioning, I'm just too nervous." ”"Nervous about what?"
Fu Zhenhong chuckled.Seysituls said what was on his mind: "I'm nervous he'll take you away from me. ”Hearing this, Fu Zhenhong raised his hand, gently stroked Sai Situles's cheek, and asked rhetorically, "Will you let him take me?"
”His tone was soft, obviously nonchalant, but it revealed a magic that could guide people's hearts and souls.Sai Siturs stroked the back of Fu Zhenhong's hand, and the soft and delicate touch and the whispered words instantly soothed the uneasiness in his heart."
No, it won't."
His tone was firm, and there was even a hint of murderous intent in his consistently gentle voice that even he had not noticed: "I will never allow it, Nefertiti, no one can take you away from me, not even Pharaoh Amenhotep. ”"Hmm."
Fu Zhenhong smiled lightly, "Let's go, let's go out together." ”"Okay."
Sai Siturs also smiled and took Fu Zhenhong's hand and walked towards the gate of the temple.Neither mentions Amenhotep IV again.At this time, Pharaoh Amenhotep IV was sitting in the carriage, his eyes lowered, and he looked at the gold bracelet that had been taken from Fu Zhenhong's wrist in his hand.This gold bracelet is exquisitely crafted, with a delicate serpentine totem carved on it, two lotus flowers blooming side by side at the hooked feet, and a string of words printed in the center of the inner buckle———The most beautiful person has arrived."
is Nefertiti's name.It can be seen that the person who made this gold bracelet put his heart into it.But after thinking that the maker was Sessitus, Amenhotep IV sneered, and when he got out of the carriage and got on the boat, he threw the gold bracelet, which represented Ssythurs' affection for Nefertiti, into the flooded river.As evidenced by the Nile, he would not have allowed Nefertiti to marry Sithuls.Whether it was to weaken the expansion of the priestly class headed by Calle, or because of his own selfishness.