Nefertiti in front of him is far more beautiful than the person in the painting.It's a very impactful "sexual" beauty, which will make people feel the slightest bit feminine, and the perfect facial features outline a daunting coldness.If Nefertiti, who wears a golden mask, gives Tutankhamun a good sense of closeness, then Nefertiti, who "reveals" her full face, has more cold alienation.The tear mole in Nefertiti's eyes reminded Tutankhamun of the snake seen in an ancient fresco, entangled in a grand paradise, wrapped around a tree covered with red fruit, full of depravity that bewitched people's hearts.Tutankhamun looked up at Nefertiti's face in a daze, and in the other's sight, he wanted to say something to break the sudden silence, but his throat made a little sound.Because of this sudden sight of Nefertiti's mask, Tutankhamun also knew more about Nefertiti, a divine envoy admired by the Egyptian people.It's no wonder that Nefertiti has such a unique beauty, his father likes him, and his mother likes him, which seems to make sense..."
Tutankhamun."
Fu Zhenhong shouted in thought, successfully refocusing Tutankhamun's attention: "What about the golden mask I gave you?"
”He asked casually.Tutankhamun blinked his dark eyelashes, knowing that Nefertiti was asking about the golden mask he had received when he was born.Tutankhamun thought of his mother's nostalgic look for holding the gold mask on weekdays, and after a second of silence, he still replied truthfully: "At my mother's." ”After hearing this, Fu Zhenhong was not surprised.He stared at Tutankhamun for two seconds and suddenly asked, "Do you want it?"
”"What?"
Tutankhamun was a little unresponsive, and the round black beads unconsciously turned."
The Golden Mask."
After Fu Zhenhong finished speaking, she put the gold mask in her hand on the side of Tutankhamun's head, covering the original wheat ear pendant in that position.By the time Tutankhamun had fully reacted, the decoration of his sideburns had been transformed into an exquisitely crafted gold mask.Tutankhamun raised his hand consciously, touched a cold golden mask, and somewhat understood what Fu Zhenhong meant by doing this: "Why did you suddenly give me the mask ......"
When he asked this sentence, Tutankhamun's heart was a little surprised, and there was a subtle joy in Qing Daoming."
It's a gift."
Fu Zhenhong replied."
Gifts?"
Tutankhamun quickly understood that he had just celebrated his eighth birthday the day before.At that time, his father held a banquet for him, which was attended by all the courtiers and nobles, but Nefertiti was not present.So this golden mask, is it a gift from Nefertiti?
Tutankhamun thought so in his heart, so he also consciously asked in his heart.Fu Zhenhong said slowly: "So to speak. ”"Why did you give me this golden mask?"
Tutankhamun said again, with a hint of curiosity evident in his mind.Fu Zhenhong asked rhetorically: "Do you like it?"
”When Tutankhamun heard this, he paused slightly, and then said slowly: "Mother likes it." ”But he didn't answer that he liked it.Maybe he liked it, but the pride and stubbornness in his heart made him not directly admit his joy at this gift.Fu Zhenhong nodded, without making any comments on Tutankhamun's words, he withdrew his gaze from Tutankhamun's face, and used a silent gesture to indicate that it was time for Tankhamun to go out.Tutankhamun pursed his lips, and after finally looking at Fu Zhenhong, he left the canopy room on the holy ship without saying anything.This meeting with Tutankhamun was just an insignificant little "episode" for Fu Zhenhong.After Tutankhamun went out, Fu Zhenhong began to think about how to adapt to the development of history.After leaving, Tutankhamun raised his hand from time to time to touch the golden mask above the side of his face, recalling Nefertiti's face, and a shallow smile appeared on Tutankhamun's still very immature face.Soon, he seemed to remember something again, and the curvature of the corners of his lips instantly converged, turning into a somewhat annoyed mold.The Day of the Valley Feast, supported by Ekhnaton's faith reform and the support of Nefertiti, as an oracle and queen, was more grand and lively than any previous Valle Feast.It wasn't until the sun went down completely that the celebration of the Valley Feast ended.Compared with the red river at sunset, the Nile at night has a unique and quiet beauty, and the moonlit river surface is flooded with sparkling ripples.With the movement of the holy ship, the waves "waved" round after round of beautiful waves.On the oversized sacred ship returning to the east bank of the Nile, Fu Zhenhong, Pharaoh Ekhnadon, and Tutankhamun were all there.At this point in the past, Tutankhamun was still training his sword under the guidance of Gary, the chief of the guard.Tutankhamun was never lazy, even on his birthday, training alone after everyone left.In terms of improving his own strength, Tutankhamun is very tenacious and hardworking, and he has not missed a day of training.But today, Tutankhamun didn't have the heart to practice swordsmanship at all, he lay on the bed, wanting to rest for a while, but as soon as he closed his eyes, his mind would consciously appear Nefertiti's face, and Nefertiti's voice would echo.Probably because of the curiosity of nearly eight people, they suddenly appeared in front of him on this day, and in a stunning way, they were deeply reflected in his eyes.Very irritable...
Tutankhamun wanted to think about this, and he forced himself to rest quickly, but he tossed and turned, and he couldn't sleep.Finally, he sat up with some anger, and the golden mask that Nefertiti had given him was next to his wooden pillow, and Tutankhamun could see it with a slight tilt of his head.Staring at the golden mask next to the wooden pillow for a second, Tutankhamun picked it up with some annoyance, and then left the cold object that had disturbed his thoughts still on the ground.With a bang, the golden mask fell to the ground, making a small noise in the quiet room.After Tutankhamun threw away the golden mask, he fell back on the bed, turned sideways, turned his back to the outside, closed and began to sleep.After about half a minute, Tutankhamun opened his eyes in some discouragement, swished out of bed, closed his lips, and walked with a low pressure to pick up the golden mask that he had thrown on the ground a long time ago.This time, instead of trying to rest, Tutankhamun wore the golden mask diagonally on the side of his head as Nefertiti wore for him today.The delicate and the arc of the edge of the mask formed a perfect fit, and he walked to the window to take a look at the night outside.The night view of the Nile is very beautiful, but Tutankhamun is not in the mood to appreciate this night today.For Nefertiti, Tutankhamun had an extremely complex sense in his heart.Since he was born, there will always be traces of Nefertiti growing up, and the people around him and some of the things he comes into contact with are all related to Nefertiti.But the ridiculous thing is that he, surrounded by Nefertiti's name, did not see Nefertiti in Bali.In fact, today he still has a lot to ask Nefertiti, to learn some information from Nefertiti, to ask why Nefertiti personally named him, and why Nefertiti gave him the Golden Mask.A lot of questions came to mind.Tutankhamun took a deep breath and finally decided to go and tangle alone, asking him directly.With this in mind, Tutankhamun walked straight to the door of the room, and then walked all the way to Nefertiti's room.Nefertiti's resting room was in the innermost part of the canopy, and Tutankhamun had to pass through the resting room of his father, Pharaoh Ekhnadon.When Tutankhamun passed through his father's room, he found that there was not a single light in the room, and his father was not in his room.At this time, my father didn't have his own room anymore, so where would it be?
Tutankhamun's thoughts flashed, and he quickly thought of a possibility, and he couldn't help but quicken his pace and quickly walked towards the innermost rest room.Obviously the speculation in his heart was in a hurry to be verified, but when Tutankhamun was about to walk to the innermost rest room, he consciously slowed down, and some wanted to go further.Or to be more precise, it was the faint sound coming from the room that made him dare to take a step forward.The sound coming from the door of the next room was very soft, some low, and some like the shallow "groan" that was suppressed after experiencing some pain.Although he only spoke to Nefertiti today, Tutankhamun knew very well that this low "moan" that seemed to roll out of his throat was Nefertiti's voice.This voice was very similar to what he had heard during the day, it was the coldness and coldness that was thousands of miles away, it was a low and slight hoarseness that made people's throats tighten, as if something had quietly permeated people's hearts, itchy, like vines, slowly winding/winding around the tips of their hearts.Although Tutankhamun was only eight years old, as an Egyptian royal family, he needed to know a lot, and his "sexual" personality was far more mature than his peers.He was an ignorant child, so from this voice, he could discern the ordinary meaning.He thought of the darkness that had not shred as he passed through his father's room, and vaguely understood what was going on inside.His father, who seems to be in Queen Nefertiti's room, is doing the most intimate thing......
In a second, as if to confirm Tutankhamun's guess, the voice of his father, Ekhnaton, sounded in the room.Compared to Nefertiti's soft, faintly audible voice, his father's voice was low and clear, and the male voice of magnetic "sex" was full of hoarseness and burning longing for a certain love.Thinking of what might happen in the room, Tutankhamun's ears instantly filled the base with a flush.It stands to reason that the best thing he should have done at this moment was to turn away immediately and quickly return to his room as if he hadn't heard anything.But in a very delicate heart, instead of retreating, Tutankhamun continued to move closer to this side of the room.