And at this time, the man who was standing with his back to them also turned around.Fu Zhenhong knew the man's face clearly, the other party had quite handsome facial features, and the deep facial contours revealed a different kind of heroism in the blazing sun.His hair is not pure black, but somewhat biased towards tea, and the color of his pupils is golden, with a bright and warm brilliance under the halo, which reminds people of the nine days of the sun, noble, dazzling, and full of the air of a king who looks down on the world.In Fu Zhenhong's memory, the body of Ramses II is one of the best-preserved mummies in Egyptian history, and there are many speculations about the hair and face of Ramses II.Some say it's red, some say it's light gray.However, most people believe that Ramses II's hair was originally gray and dyed gold in the later period.Because the mummy of Ramses II still contains nail ash used to dye hair in that era and hair oil made from animal fat substances.All these statements have reached a certainty.Right now, Fu Zhenhong saw that this identity was most likely the pharaoh of Ramses II, and his eyes were on the other party's hair "color".But in fact, perhaps because he smelled too much of the rich fragrance in the dark passage, Fu Zhenhong's thoughts at the moment were not clear, and he even had a very drowsy feeling, especially after the white light at the end of the day was strongly absorbed, there was even a feeling of drowsiness.Probably because of the fragrance and the distortion of time and space.Fu Zhenhong subconsciously "rubbed" her temples, wanting to slow down the hazy feeling of her thoughts gradually dissipating.On the other side, for Fu Zhenhong and Karlsvorn appeared out of thin air, although the pharaoh's pale golden eyes were also surprised and stunned, they were much calmer than the people below and the guards who were ready to draw their swords and rush up at any time.He first glanced at Fu Zhenhong, then at Karlsvohn, who was standing in front of Fu Zhenhong in a protective posture, and finally moved his gaze back to Fu Zhenhong.Due to the fact that Fu Zhenhong still had a golden mask on his face, the handsome pharaoh in gorgeous costumes could not reach Fu Zhenhong's face under the mask.His sharp gaze scrutinized Fu Zhenhong's body, and after a few seconds of staying on Fu Zhenhong's "exposed" white skin, his gaze finally stayed on Fu Zhenhong's dazzling blonde hair.Seeing this, Karlsvoun's brows suddenly furrowed, he didn't like the pharaoh's eyes to Nefertiti.He wondered how to explain his and Nefertiti's sudden appearance, and how to explain his and Nefertiti's identity.Karlsvourn knew that if there was a convincing enough reason, he and Nefertiti were faced with the cold, sharp swords of the guards.If he and Nefertiti had the influence of the scent in the corridor, they might not have to be afraid of these soldiers, but Karlsvourn clearly felt that his thoughts were not as clear as before.His head seemed to be pressed by a thousand pounds of stone, making him feel unusually heavy, as if he was going to fall asleep at any moment.A reasonable explanation must be given as soon as possible.Turning his mind, Karlsvoun's lips twitched slightly, and he was about to speak, but the pharaoh who had been holding Nefertiti spoke before him.“...
You are...
Nefertiti?
”Although it was an inquiry-like tone, there was no doubt in the tone.As soon as he said this, Karlsvoun was slightly stunned, obviously thinking that the pharaoh would say Nefertiti's identity so accurately.But when Karlsvoen noticed that the other party's gaze was back and forth several times on Nefertiti's golden hair and blue eyes, he quickly understood.Nefertiti is a waiter, the most beautiful person in this world.Whether it was his fair skin, or his golden hair and blue eyes, they were all too recognizable, and with the golden mask, as long as they came to Egypt before the Eighth Dynasty, it seemed not surprising that such Nefertiti descendants would recognize it.Compared with Karlsvoorn's initial surprise, Fu Zhenhong was surprised that the pharaoh revealed his identity.Fu Zhenhong met the other party's gaze, although Fu Zhenhong had already guessed the identity of this pharaoh, but he is now Nefertiti, a figure of the Eighth Dynasty, and should not know the pharaoh after the Eighth Dynasty, so Fu Zhenhong endured the drowsiness of his head, and before falling asleep, he opened his mouth and asked: "Who are you?"
”"I am Ramses II."
After Ramses II said this, he wanted to move closer to Fu Zhenhong, but when he had just taken two steps, Karlsvoorn, who had been paying attention to his movements, blocked the way.Ramses II's brow furrowed, and a pair of pale golden eyes shot straight at the man who was blocking his path.From the garment, he was a priest.Ramses II recalled that in the papyrus that has been handed down, the high priest who had many rumors of the "color" with Nefertiti, a peerless man, in the Eighth Dynasty, and then the priest in front of him was matched with the high priest named Karsvourn.Seeing the vigilance and vigilance in the other party's eyes, Ramses II pursed his thin lips lightly: "I ......"
However, before he could say this, the high priest in front of him was in a swaying shape, his eyes were full of sloppiness, as if he was trying his best to endure something.Ramses II was suspicious, and at this moment, Fu Zhenhong's body finally couldn't support it, and the whole person fell forward.Karlsvoun's pupils shrank, and he wanted to reach out to help Fu Zhenhong, but he had more than enough heart and not enough strength, so his steps moved, and the huge feeling of shaking and "swinging" made his whole person directly "unconscious".In the end, before Fu Zhenhong fell to the ground, Ramses II caught Fu Zhenhong, who was quick to catch it.His arms wrapped around Fu Zhenhong's waist and abdomen, and Fu Zhenhong, who was also unconscious, hugged him in his arms.The guards around "Your Majesty....." seemed to have just reacted, and they all turned to Ramses II, who was frowning slightly because of Fu Zhenhong's coma.They were close to Ramses II, and naturally they also heard the words of His Majesty Pharaoh Ramses II.Nefertiti ......
His Majesty Pharaoh said that the man he was holding in his arms was the most beautiful man who was full of legendary "color" a hundred years ago!
Although they did not understand why Nefertiti, who should have died long ago, appeared out of thin air on the festival of Opet, they trusted the judgment of His Majesty Ramses II and would never question any of His Majesty's words.The guards withdrew their swords, but their eyes glanced at the man in the arms of His Majesty Ramses II, intentionally or unintentionally.When the original guard had disappeared when he was in danger with the king, they had a mind to think about him.Nefertiti ......
They silently read the name in their hearts, and the curiosity and excitement in their eyes almost overflowed.Nefertiti is a legendary figure to them, and there are many descriptions of Nefertiti that have been handed down, and there are different theories, but the only constant is the description of Nefertiti's face.Nefertiti ......
She is a beauty like no other in the world.He came to them on the day of the Feast of Opet, in a most unique way, as Nefertiti ——— name suggests, the most beautiful person has arrived.Unlike the guards, who could only whisper Nefertiti from a distance, Ramses II lowered his eyes and stared at the man in his arms.The touch in his arms was real, he could feel the temperature on Nefertiti's body, and even more so the softness of Nefertiti's body.The scent of his snort lingered over Nefertiti's body, not a particularly strong fragrance, but a good smell of the right good.Ramses II's gaze fell on the golden mask of the man in his arms, and after a moment of thought, the man in his arms hugged him horizontally.The celebration of the festival of Opet's Day was almost complete, and after Ramses II handed over the final finishing touches to the minister and the high priest, Fu Zhenhong, who had passed out of the coma, walked out of everyone's sight.As for the high priest Karlsvoun, who was also in a coma, he was carried on the back of the chief of the guard of Ramses II.And the Egyptians below, because of the distance from the holy ship, and because of the angle, most of them could tell who the man in the arms of their pharaoh was being held.However, because Fu Zhenhong's blonde hair was too dazzling under the sun, a small number of sharp-eyed residents with knowledge reserves recognized it.And this result made Fu Zhenhong's identity spread to these people.For a moment, there were those who were excited, those who were surprised, those who were stunned, those who were incredulous, or those who were skeptical.However, Fu Zhenhong, who has been in a coma, doesn't know all this.When he woke up from his slumber, he was greeted by a gorgeous bed top carved with a blue lotus, and he began to look around where he was, when a gentle male voice came from his ears: "Nefertiti." ”Fu Zhenhong turned his head and found that the owner of the voice was sitting on the edge of the bed, staring at him with pale gold eyes that looked like amber.Fu Zhenhong didn't know how long Ramses II had been sitting here, and whether he had been sitting here quietly while he was in a coma.At this moment, when Fu Zhenhong's gaze met Ramses II's.Ramses II hooked the corners of his lips and smiled at Fu Zhenhong, he was undoubtedly happy to see the most beautiful person in the world."
Nefertiti, I am Ramses II."
Once again, Ramses II introduced himself to the envoy who existed only in the record: "Welcome to my kingdom of dominion. ”His tone was pleasant, and his low and pleasant voice revealed a kind of kingly domineering and calm confidence.