Chapter 493
Lin Lang and Ramses returned to the place where the truck was parked.
The dark - skinned boy bowed his head to smoke and was depressed.
Ramses did not have time to pay attention to the young man's sad spring and autumn, and asked him directly, "where is Xue Qiqi?"
"Gone. I don't want to come back. "
Did you leave?
Ramses frowned deeply. "Which direction did she go?"
Murray raised his hand and pointed to the East.
"Let's catch up." Ramses made a quick decision, grabbed Lin Lang's hand and ran to the East.
To the East is the opposite direction of the pyramid, and the number of visitors is gradually decreasing. It is also a sea of open and flat sand. Ramses did not have any trouble to see Xue Qiqi in white. She was surrounded by several strong men. Xue Qiqi was so flustered that she didn't know how lucky she was that she could meet a rogue if she walked around?
Her eyes inadvertently see one side, the whole heart is boiling hot.
"Rameses, I, I am here!"
Xue Qiqi pushed aside the people, while shouting for help, and at the same time ran to Ramses - she had completely ignored the variety of men around her.
The younger brother still holds his frail elder sister in the hand and sees a group of ferocious men behind Xue Qiqi's buttocks.
Ramses thought darkly Let her die on the spot.
He protected Lin Lang behind him and drew out the dagger from his waist.
Ramses had a keen eye, and he thought that these people were not ordinary harassment hooligans, but were prepared to come.
Sure enough, in the pursuit process, someone took out a knife, Sen cold light everywhere, will Xue Qiqi scared face.
"Pooh --"
blood splashes.
Ramses blocked the knife for Xue Qiqi. He couldn't watch his tools being destroyed.
Xue Qiqi was so moved, "Wang, do you feel pain?"
She even forgot the danger and went to examine Ramses' wound.
Ramses glanced at her with the eyes of a fool.
Xue Qiqi hasn't thought about it, but she's got a knife.
"Ah, ah, ah! What a pain
The shrieks were all over the sky.
Ramses's face changed slightly.
I don't know if Xue Qiqi's voice is too strong, and there is a change around.
Clouds solidify sunlight.
The gravel on the ground began to shake.
"Dong, Dong, Dong --"
the mysterious power wants to break through the earth.
Everyone was surprised, and then they fell to the ground one by one and ate the hot sand.
"My God, what the hell is this?"
Along with the scream, they quickly find themselves in the middle of a "giant funnel", a strong suction to grab their legs, a little bit down.
This piece of golden quicksand is absorbing foreign things crazily!
"Oh, nature is crazy!"
"Crazy! If you don't cry for help, we'll die here
People feel despairing that in a short period of time, the surrounding sand and stone, built a layer of thick sand wall, dark and dark, they can hardly see the outside situation!
"Sister!"
Ramses's face was startled, but he didn't care about the pain in his arm. He got up with his injured hand and ran away from the whirlpool.
Xue Qiqi fainted directly because of fright.
"Pa --"
Ramses kicked open the sand, pulled the man out like a radish, and dragged her forward.
The direction is exactly where Lin Lang is.
The sand rushed into his eyes crazily, and Ramses wiped it hard, burning pain.
He had a fall and was rolling for several steps.
Xue Qiqi is even more miserable. She wakes up halfway and finds that she is carried by her head down, and her nostrils are full of sand!
"Hello --"
she protested weakly and was quickly masked by the rumble of the ground.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Ramses ran as fast as he could, half of his eyes swollen so much that he could barely see the figure not far away.
Behind her is the boundless golden desert, the towering pyramid looms in the wind and sand, the black veil on her cheek is blown open, and she is entangled in her waist with her long hair. She was like a spirit wandering in the twilight, looking around in panic, not knowing how to escape the disaster.
"Ramses!"
She also saw Ramses, cried out with joy, and ran over in a hurry.
Don't come! Run!
Run!
Ramses's throat was filled with countless grains of sand and gravel, scratched with blood and water, like the whimper of a gale.
He bent his fingers and pressed his throat hard.
"Help, help me!"A hand reached out from below and grabbed Ramses' ankle.
The unexpected tension made his brother lose balance and plunge into the sand.
But the person in the distance couldn't hear her brother's warning clearly. Seeing people staggering and falling to the ground, she ran faster.
"Pooh, Pooh, Pooh!"
Xue Qiqi was the first to suffer from the fall of Ramses, and finally struggled from the sand flow. She was sighing that she would be blessed if she survived a disaster. As a result, she turned her head and looked at it, and she was scared out of her wits! Can the quicksand move? "
Her feet are like water filled with lead. I don't know whether she is cramped or frightened. In short, she can't stand up.
Facing the threat of death, Xue Qiqi can only hold her savior tightly.
Ramses covered his mouth and coughed. The sand between his fingers was stained with blood, and his tense nerves tightened again.
There was only the last bit of strength left.
"Let go
The Pharaon made a decision and chose to give up the humanoid crossing tool. His physical strength was almost exhausted, let alone a sister's wife running towards him.
That's the one he needs to protect the most.
"King! You can't leave me! Please
The humanoid crossing tool cried and held his leg.
"Let go
Ramses gasped impatiently. He kicked, but still didn't get rid of Xue Qiqi.
"Ah
Xue Qiqi screamed bitterly, and she was dragged into the whirlpool of quicksand.
Ramses was pulled by her, but she could not escape. Half of her body was trapped in the heavy sand flow. Her ears were buzzing and her senses were instantly blocked by disaster.
Asphyxia was aggravated layer by layer.
From the neck to the top of his head, devouring his senses.
Xue Qiqi is more desperate, her ability to pass through is out of order. As long as she is aware of the danger before, she can swish away!
She broke down and cried.
Compared with her, Ramses is more reluctant, he does not want to die here.
If he should die, what would his sister do?
"Ramses!"
He had a splitting headache and lost control of his body.
It was as if I heard a voice coming from afar.
The only thing that could be felt was that his bare hand was being held.
Hot
What is it?
Tears?
Ramses opened his mouth, which was filled with sand and stone.
In vain. No sound.
Run Run away Don't stay here It's dangerous here
Heavy suffocation cut his strong will, and his emotions were fragmented.
He was in agony, sobbing desperately, trying to urge her to leave in this way.
In the chaos, Ramses smelled a fishy smell.
The warm liquid ran down the lines of his hand and seeped into the sand.
It's blood.
Ramses seemed to notice something, and his stiff body struggled again.
Violent, want to get rid of the shackles.
"Mengmeng..."
She called him affectionately, just like those countless starry nights, he occasionally played tricks and refused to get up by her legs. She had no choice but to soften her voice and coax her coquettish brother. At that time, the moonlight was as cool as water, like the white gauze on the side of a girl's cheek. Occasionally, a few lingering water sounds were heard from the lotus pond. In the wind, the fragrance of fig was strong and sweet.
Her eyes are always on the sky and far away.
But in the young prince's heart, he only remembered his sister's long, long eyelashes when he was asleep, like a thousand sleeping little black cats.
He was proud to love his sister, and was ashamed not to love her.
She admired the strong, and he was ambitious and ambitious.
Even at the beginning, all his tricks were just to hold his sister's hand.
Just like this.
She clasped her hands together and covered his cold palms in a pious manner.
"Mengmeng, be good."
"Wait, wait for me, cough, find you..."
The hoarse voice of the girl stopped suddenly.
Suddenly disappeared.
The world is frozen.
Time is still.
He fell into a coma.
“…… no Sister
Ramses wakes up from a dream of blood.
He covered his colic heart, his body twitched slightly because of spasm, and a large amount of sweat soaked his hair tail and back.
"King, you are awake."
Besides the gauze curtain, the maid in white presents the crown and waist dress with shame.
The sober king has not spoken for a long time.
The maid emboldened herself and opened the tent carefully.
His black hair was scattered on his broad chest, and the ferocious blue veins of his neck were faintly visible. The bronze muscles are soaked in hot sweat, and the golden double rings of the sun plate beside the ears flash with subtle light.The Egyptian pharaoh covered his eyes with one hand, and his chest heaved and gasped violently.
The new maid immediately panicked and rushed to the king's side, "king, how are you doing?"
The Pharaoh's lips moved.
"What do you say? I can't hear you
Maid close to his face, fragrance filled, in exchange for the Pharaoh disliked to twist his head.
"Go away."
Even if the golden eyes, which were as sharp as falcons, were covered, the Pharaoh's deterrent power did not subside. The beautiful maid turned pale and crawled out of the king's bedroom.
"Which one is this?"
The elder maid shook her head when she saw the scene.
"The king hasn't summoned his concubine for more than 20 years. A little slave, would you like to have a look at it?"
The companion nodded his head and expressed his opinion, "perhaps it is these female slaves who think that the king does not love the imperial concubines of noble status, but may even fall in love with some girls with low status and gentle temperament."
"The little girl is still a little naive."
"Yes, before they were born, Queen nefertali was known for her incomparable beauty. They didn't see the Queen's manner before she died, so they thought they were unique and beautiful, and they could easily win the favor of the king. You should know that Princess isenovelet was also famous for her beauty, but in the end -- "
" Shh, don't say it. The king doesn't want to hear this name. "
The two men kept quiet and went on their own business.
This is the thirtieth year of Ramesses II's reign.
He can't remember how many times he woke up from the nightmare with gorgeous embroidered quilt on his body. He opened his eyes to the magnificent bedroom and gorgeous maid.
He was surrounded by all the people.
He held the scepter of Pharaoh in his hand, and he was the supreme king of Egypt.
More than 20 years ago, loyal priests found the missing Pharaoh in the desert near the temple for half a year. He had a high fever, was seriously injured and was unconscious. After careful care, the Pharaoh woke up three days later. There were cheers at the bottom, and the Pharaon, who was recovering from his illness, looked at them coldly.
Like a wandering ghost.
The Pharaon has changed.
He was more belligerent and ambitious. He went out to war year after year and suppressed the kings with iron and blood laws.
At the same time, the Pharaoh changed his traditional low-key style, built large-scale construction during his reign, and employed craftsmen with the wealth of war hunting. Ramesses II built a large number of palaces, temples, statues and stone tablets in Thebes and Memphis, either exquisite or magnificent, and the quantity and luxury exceeded the previous monarch's specifications.
The Egyptian monarch issued an edict to the craftsmen to record the ambitions and feats of his reign in sculptures and inscriptions.
He praised the king's holiness and great achievements.
When the great emperor was ninety-one, he became the most legendary king in Egyptian history.
The people loved him, the enemy feared him, and even the gods paid special attention to him, forgetting his sleeping day for a long time.
Pell, new capital.
Under the bright sun, the crowd was bustling, each performing his own duties. Soldiers dressed in armour and armed with sharps, patrol the streets daily. The officials, carrying heavy wigs, rushed to the Pharaonic palace without losing grace. With the sound of a thick drink, a number of large boats came to the shore, a group of men with big waists rushed up, skillfully handling foreign precious goods.
Busy and prosperous is the theme of the new capital.
People have already eliminated the fear and uneasiness of moving the capital earlier, and have been enriched in their daily life.
Maybe it's because of the power of the gods, they thought.
The prosperous new city is full of splendid temples and prayer dances. In the north, the patron god uto sleeps; in the East comes the sound of astart's horse riding; in the south is the God of Seth, who dominates the desert; in the west, the light of Amun breaks the chaos and ushers in the dawn of hope.
God is everywhere.
People's belief in God is becoming more and more enthusiastic and firm.
For example, at the moment, they saw an old man with white hair holding a bunch of lotus flowers, slowly walking to the north of Amun temple. The sun in June was as hot as lava, and the old man did not avoid it. He was tall and strong, with a straight back, wrapped in a white shawl and a thin pleated waistcoat. He walked calmly in the middle of the street without any cover. Only his palm was raised, and he was carefully taking care of the ice blue water lily in his arms.
Is this flower for Amun?
So they thought.
The old man was followed by an old man and a young man.
People are inexplicably familiar and watch them pass by in awe.
At noon, the temple of the sun stands majestically, and the relief of the spirit of lapis lazuli is plated with a layer of blue glaze by the sunlight, interwoven into a magnificent color.
On his glorious throne, the Egyptian god, with his iron whip in his hand, looked majestically at his beloved son of glory.
"The statue is well done."
There was an old man's voice in the hall.The young clerk replied respectfully, "as you have told us, we have selected 138 top craftsmen in Thebes and Memphis, and selected the most suitable clothing and posture of Amun from hundreds of base maps..." Before he finished, he was stopped by the military gesture of the old general nearby.
The young man suddenly thought of something and immediately shut up.
"Rusty -"
is the sound of sleeve brushing rough stone surface.
The old Egyptian pharaoh carefully and meticulously wiped the sacrificial stone platform until it was spotless. Then he put a branch of blue lotus flower in his arms on the stone platform.
Then, the Pharaoh lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands, and entered the daily prayer ceremony.
The clerk did the same.
I don't know how long after, the clerk's legs and buttocks were numb, but he did not dare to move half a minute - did not see the Pharaon and the old general's adults standing steadily, the grain silk did not move?
To tell the truth, he sometimes doubts his age. Otherwise, as a young man in his early twenties, how could he be worse than the old?
"Ould."
The Pharaoh finally opened his mouth.
He moved his numb arm and whispered, "what do you want from the Pharaon?"
"How will you record my life after my death?"
The groundhog screamed in the clerk's heart. My God, he couldn't be happy too soon for this fatal question!
Well, which monarch would ask himself what happened after his death?
He repeatedly considered the language and recited the full text in a beautiful aria, "you are the brilliant king of Egypt, you joined the army at the age of 10, you fought with SETI I I at the age of 15, and defeated HiTi at the age of 25. Your heroism is widely praised..."
The Pharaon didn't smile. "Oh, is it?"
The clerk's heart thumped.
No, the Pharaon doesn't seem satisfied.
However, it doesn't matter, as the longest surviving clerk, he deeply understands a truth, holding thighs must be fast, accurate and cruel!
The clerk tried to stabilize himself, "you ascended the throne at the age of 25 and married queen nefertali in the same year. She was so beautiful and intelligent that you fell in love and couldn't extricate yourself."
Yes, he's holding queen nefertali's thigh!
The pharaoh was strict with the law and never showed mercy, except for the queen.
"When you were thirty-five years old, you built a temple for the queen in Abu Simbe. You let the craftsman stand the statue of the queen on the sole of your foot, which means eternal protection and never separation. In Queen's Valley, you once said that your love for the queen is unique. Cough... "
The young man blushed a little. I'm sorry to go on.
It's too numb.
Especially the others are facing the dignified and dignified faces of the elderly. They can't imagine the iron blooded monarch like a young boy in love, showing his pure and sunny face.
…… No, I can't think about it any more. His idol is about to collapse.
"And then?" Ramses II inquired with interest.
Jiong Jiong, the scribe, looked at the Pharaon.
Does this kind of love talk between husband and wife really want him an outsider to narrate?
Ramses II chuckled. The long ruling time has given the Pharaoh a deep prestige and momentum. At this moment, he is sharp and sparse, and has a bit of youth publicity. "Sister, if she hears these words, she will try her best to bully me. She's the worst. She's a liar and likes to bully honest kids
Clerk:
Are you serious about that?
The Pharaon thought for a moment, but also felt that it was not right to speak like this. He added in a low voice, "you must not speak out, say Well, don't say I said it. "
Clerk:
Seeing the young man's face full of disbelief, he felt that he must have been confused by the Queen's damned beauty. Ramses II was very unconvinced and stressed again, "she is really bad. If you see her one day -- "
he stops.
"Don't wonder about her hair and clothes, don't lock her up, let alone beat her. Worship and love her as if you were a God. When she grows old, bury her next to me, and then I will teach her a lesson myself
All this sounds like Arabian Nights. How can the spirit of the past return to the world?
But the pharaoh was adamant that his sister would return to Egypt one day.
Back to him.
On the day of his marriage, he drank with her the water of Nile life and made an ancient covenant with her in the temple of Karnak.
He kissed her on the forehead.
She was the wife he identified as, the mistress of his great Egypt.
They have made an appointment, and they will meet again in the future.
But the day of reunion is more distant than he imagined.
The Pharaon watched the gray Eagle under the dome of the temple, closed his eyes, buried all his emotions, and restored the indifferent and calm king before he became a man. "Ould, there is something you need to do."The clerk listened.
"When I die, you write like that. Ramses II, a tyrant and war maniac, was born to kill and plunder. His hobby was to flatter himself, so he ordered the craftsmen to build a large number of palaces and temples. He had countless women in his life, including eight queens, more than one hundred concubines and numerous children. He was very happy to marry his own daughter as well as his sister. In a word, you can write as much as you like, you know? "
The clerk shook his head.
He picked up his jaw, closed it again, and honestly said, "I don't understand."
The clerk hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "do you have a little bit of brain today Burn it
Didn't the Pharaon want to use God as a medium to let queen nefertali return to Egypt?
What's more, Pharaoh is famous for not being close to women. How can women and their children come from? Even today's heirs are of collateral blood, taught by the Pharaoh himself.
Ramses II was angry smile, not light or heavy kick people.
"What are you doing with so much nonsense? Are you a Pharaon or am I a Pharaon? "
The clerk nodded wrongly.
Yes, you are the chief robber.
"Well, it's getting dark. You go back first." One more word from the Pharaon.
"Why, don't you come back with us, my lord?"
The clerk was still out of his state of mind.
Ramses II laughed, rarely joked with him, "why, the old Pharaon even has no freedom to date his little lover privately?"
The clerk was embarrassed.
Every day you are dedicated to scaring and crying the beauties offered by other countries. Where are you from?
"Bang!"
The old general did not say a word. He bowed down and kowtowed with a heavy ring.
The clerk was in a daze.
What's going on?
The Pharaoh raised the general's arm, patted placidly, and said in a warm voice, "go back. Don't scare the kids. "
The old and the young walked out of the temple.
The scribe was still covered in a circle, but he looked at the old general's serious face and wisely chose to keep silent.
"Dingling -"
in the clear and crisp bell of camel, camel caravan brought a batch of new exotic spices.
Outside the quiet and alienated temple, there is a living world. Groups of children step on the soft wet mud after the rain, leaving a string of lively little feet, and laughter spreads for several streets.
Some are in their prime.
Someone has been dead for a long time.
The old Pharaoh stroked the statue gently, his hands withered and thin, like a piece of wood without abundant water.
He is no longer young.
"When will you come?
In the young days, I was afraid that you would not come, and I could not sleep all night.
And when I'm old, I'm afraid you'll come.
Ramses II asked God, as if mumbling to himself.
"I have done what you want. Our people are happy and less worried, our land is rich and rich, our country says no two, our civilization will be forever famous. "
Do you see that our Egypt is immortal?
Sister, Meng Meng has always been good.
Would you like to come here and have a look at me?
One eye, one eye.
I can't remember what you look like, what kind of earrings you are wearing, what kind of waistcoat you are wearing, and what kind of sweet smile you have on your face.
I'm old. I'm no longer the young man who can hold you in one hand.
Sister, I I was scared.
Fear of aging, fear of ugliness, fear of this closed eyes, is a dark piece.
It's cold and boring.
"Kekekekeke --"
the old Pharaoh coughed painfully, and his back was covered with hidden wounds from years of war. As a result, in his later years, the Pharaon was often ill and had trouble falling asleep.
His lips were covered with blood, but Ramses II didn't wipe it off. He just put his head on the statue, raised his face, and his pupils were lax, staring at the blue outside the window.
He had yearned for the sky, but he was willing to be bound in a small space, to be her favorite king.
For a long time, Ramses II took out a small object from the hidden bag folded in his waistcoat.
It's sugar.
It's wrapped in rainbow sugar.
Egypt's sky is monotonous, with few clouds. This arid land has little rain all year round, and the chance of meeting a rainbow is very slim.
This is the day he and his sister in the truck, her sister gave him a braid reward.
He kept it for sixty years, and he didn't want to eat it.
With the subtle sound of souso, Ramses II held his breath and slowly peeled the translucent rainbow sugar paper.
It's a mess.
He froze.Chocolate heart has long been melted by the Egyptian sunlight, due to a long time not treated, can only slowly solidify, moldy, long spots, filled with a strange smell.
Ramesses II was silent. He held out his trembling hand, gently hooked a piece of condensed powder on his tail finger and put it into his mouth.
"Well Sweet. "
The old man covered his eyes and laughed like a child.
The palm is slightly wet.
It's sweet.
My sister didn't cheat him.
My favorite God, you don't have to worry.
Ramses is no longer suffering.
In July, our mother of Nile will soon be flooded. If you come back, please inform your brother in advance.
I will not be afraid of the dark and the wind and rain, personally pick you home.
I'll wait for you.
Whenever.
No matter where.
The dark - skinned boy bowed his head to smoke and was depressed.
Ramses did not have time to pay attention to the young man's sad spring and autumn, and asked him directly, "where is Xue Qiqi?"
"Gone. I don't want to come back. "
Did you leave?
Ramses frowned deeply. "Which direction did she go?"
Murray raised his hand and pointed to the East.
"Let's catch up." Ramses made a quick decision, grabbed Lin Lang's hand and ran to the East.
To the East is the opposite direction of the pyramid, and the number of visitors is gradually decreasing. It is also a sea of open and flat sand. Ramses did not have any trouble to see Xue Qiqi in white. She was surrounded by several strong men. Xue Qiqi was so flustered that she didn't know how lucky she was that she could meet a rogue if she walked around?
Her eyes inadvertently see one side, the whole heart is boiling hot.
"Rameses, I, I am here!"
Xue Qiqi pushed aside the people, while shouting for help, and at the same time ran to Ramses - she had completely ignored the variety of men around her.
The younger brother still holds his frail elder sister in the hand and sees a group of ferocious men behind Xue Qiqi's buttocks.
Ramses thought darkly Let her die on the spot.
He protected Lin Lang behind him and drew out the dagger from his waist.
Ramses had a keen eye, and he thought that these people were not ordinary harassment hooligans, but were prepared to come.
Sure enough, in the pursuit process, someone took out a knife, Sen cold light everywhere, will Xue Qiqi scared face.
"Pooh --"
blood splashes.
Ramses blocked the knife for Xue Qiqi. He couldn't watch his tools being destroyed.
Xue Qiqi was so moved, "Wang, do you feel pain?"
She even forgot the danger and went to examine Ramses' wound.
Ramses glanced at her with the eyes of a fool.
Xue Qiqi hasn't thought about it, but she's got a knife.
"Ah, ah, ah! What a pain
The shrieks were all over the sky.
Ramses's face changed slightly.
I don't know if Xue Qiqi's voice is too strong, and there is a change around.
Clouds solidify sunlight.
The gravel on the ground began to shake.
"Dong, Dong, Dong --"
the mysterious power wants to break through the earth.
Everyone was surprised, and then they fell to the ground one by one and ate the hot sand.
"My God, what the hell is this?"
Along with the scream, they quickly find themselves in the middle of a "giant funnel", a strong suction to grab their legs, a little bit down.
This piece of golden quicksand is absorbing foreign things crazily!
"Oh, nature is crazy!"
"Crazy! If you don't cry for help, we'll die here
People feel despairing that in a short period of time, the surrounding sand and stone, built a layer of thick sand wall, dark and dark, they can hardly see the outside situation!
"Sister!"
Ramses's face was startled, but he didn't care about the pain in his arm. He got up with his injured hand and ran away from the whirlpool.
Xue Qiqi fainted directly because of fright.
"Pa --"
Ramses kicked open the sand, pulled the man out like a radish, and dragged her forward.
The direction is exactly where Lin Lang is.
The sand rushed into his eyes crazily, and Ramses wiped it hard, burning pain.
He had a fall and was rolling for several steps.
Xue Qiqi is even more miserable. She wakes up halfway and finds that she is carried by her head down, and her nostrils are full of sand!
"Hello --"
she protested weakly and was quickly masked by the rumble of the ground.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
Ramses ran as fast as he could, half of his eyes swollen so much that he could barely see the figure not far away.
Behind her is the boundless golden desert, the towering pyramid looms in the wind and sand, the black veil on her cheek is blown open, and she is entangled in her waist with her long hair. She was like a spirit wandering in the twilight, looking around in panic, not knowing how to escape the disaster.
"Ramses!"
She also saw Ramses, cried out with joy, and ran over in a hurry.
Don't come! Run!
Run!
Ramses's throat was filled with countless grains of sand and gravel, scratched with blood and water, like the whimper of a gale.
He bent his fingers and pressed his throat hard.
"Help, help me!"A hand reached out from below and grabbed Ramses' ankle.
The unexpected tension made his brother lose balance and plunge into the sand.
But the person in the distance couldn't hear her brother's warning clearly. Seeing people staggering and falling to the ground, she ran faster.
"Pooh, Pooh, Pooh!"
Xue Qiqi was the first to suffer from the fall of Ramses, and finally struggled from the sand flow. She was sighing that she would be blessed if she survived a disaster. As a result, she turned her head and looked at it, and she was scared out of her wits! Can the quicksand move? "
Her feet are like water filled with lead. I don't know whether she is cramped or frightened. In short, she can't stand up.
Facing the threat of death, Xue Qiqi can only hold her savior tightly.
Ramses covered his mouth and coughed. The sand between his fingers was stained with blood, and his tense nerves tightened again.
There was only the last bit of strength left.
"Let go
The Pharaon made a decision and chose to give up the humanoid crossing tool. His physical strength was almost exhausted, let alone a sister's wife running towards him.
That's the one he needs to protect the most.
"King! You can't leave me! Please
The humanoid crossing tool cried and held his leg.
"Let go
Ramses gasped impatiently. He kicked, but still didn't get rid of Xue Qiqi.
"Ah
Xue Qiqi screamed bitterly, and she was dragged into the whirlpool of quicksand.
Ramses was pulled by her, but she could not escape. Half of her body was trapped in the heavy sand flow. Her ears were buzzing and her senses were instantly blocked by disaster.
Asphyxia was aggravated layer by layer.
From the neck to the top of his head, devouring his senses.
Xue Qiqi is more desperate, her ability to pass through is out of order. As long as she is aware of the danger before, she can swish away!
She broke down and cried.
Compared with her, Ramses is more reluctant, he does not want to die here.
If he should die, what would his sister do?
"Ramses!"
He had a splitting headache and lost control of his body.
It was as if I heard a voice coming from afar.
The only thing that could be felt was that his bare hand was being held.
Hot
What is it?
Tears?
Ramses opened his mouth, which was filled with sand and stone.
In vain. No sound.
Run Run away Don't stay here It's dangerous here
Heavy suffocation cut his strong will, and his emotions were fragmented.
He was in agony, sobbing desperately, trying to urge her to leave in this way.
In the chaos, Ramses smelled a fishy smell.
The warm liquid ran down the lines of his hand and seeped into the sand.
It's blood.
Ramses seemed to notice something, and his stiff body struggled again.
Violent, want to get rid of the shackles.
"Mengmeng..."
She called him affectionately, just like those countless starry nights, he occasionally played tricks and refused to get up by her legs. She had no choice but to soften her voice and coax her coquettish brother. At that time, the moonlight was as cool as water, like the white gauze on the side of a girl's cheek. Occasionally, a few lingering water sounds were heard from the lotus pond. In the wind, the fragrance of fig was strong and sweet.
Her eyes are always on the sky and far away.
But in the young prince's heart, he only remembered his sister's long, long eyelashes when he was asleep, like a thousand sleeping little black cats.
He was proud to love his sister, and was ashamed not to love her.
She admired the strong, and he was ambitious and ambitious.
Even at the beginning, all his tricks were just to hold his sister's hand.
Just like this.
She clasped her hands together and covered his cold palms in a pious manner.
"Mengmeng, be good."
"Wait, wait for me, cough, find you..."
The hoarse voice of the girl stopped suddenly.
Suddenly disappeared.
The world is frozen.
Time is still.
He fell into a coma.
“…… no Sister
Ramses wakes up from a dream of blood.
He covered his colic heart, his body twitched slightly because of spasm, and a large amount of sweat soaked his hair tail and back.
"King, you are awake."
Besides the gauze curtain, the maid in white presents the crown and waist dress with shame.
The sober king has not spoken for a long time.
The maid emboldened herself and opened the tent carefully.
His black hair was scattered on his broad chest, and the ferocious blue veins of his neck were faintly visible. The bronze muscles are soaked in hot sweat, and the golden double rings of the sun plate beside the ears flash with subtle light.The Egyptian pharaoh covered his eyes with one hand, and his chest heaved and gasped violently.
The new maid immediately panicked and rushed to the king's side, "king, how are you doing?"
The Pharaoh's lips moved.
"What do you say? I can't hear you
Maid close to his face, fragrance filled, in exchange for the Pharaoh disliked to twist his head.
"Go away."
Even if the golden eyes, which were as sharp as falcons, were covered, the Pharaoh's deterrent power did not subside. The beautiful maid turned pale and crawled out of the king's bedroom.
"Which one is this?"
The elder maid shook her head when she saw the scene.
"The king hasn't summoned his concubine for more than 20 years. A little slave, would you like to have a look at it?"
The companion nodded his head and expressed his opinion, "perhaps it is these female slaves who think that the king does not love the imperial concubines of noble status, but may even fall in love with some girls with low status and gentle temperament."
"The little girl is still a little naive."
"Yes, before they were born, Queen nefertali was known for her incomparable beauty. They didn't see the Queen's manner before she died, so they thought they were unique and beautiful, and they could easily win the favor of the king. You should know that Princess isenovelet was also famous for her beauty, but in the end -- "
" Shh, don't say it. The king doesn't want to hear this name. "
The two men kept quiet and went on their own business.
This is the thirtieth year of Ramesses II's reign.
He can't remember how many times he woke up from the nightmare with gorgeous embroidered quilt on his body. He opened his eyes to the magnificent bedroom and gorgeous maid.
He was surrounded by all the people.
He held the scepter of Pharaoh in his hand, and he was the supreme king of Egypt.
More than 20 years ago, loyal priests found the missing Pharaoh in the desert near the temple for half a year. He had a high fever, was seriously injured and was unconscious. After careful care, the Pharaoh woke up three days later. There were cheers at the bottom, and the Pharaon, who was recovering from his illness, looked at them coldly.
Like a wandering ghost.
The Pharaon has changed.
He was more belligerent and ambitious. He went out to war year after year and suppressed the kings with iron and blood laws.
At the same time, the Pharaoh changed his traditional low-key style, built large-scale construction during his reign, and employed craftsmen with the wealth of war hunting. Ramesses II built a large number of palaces, temples, statues and stone tablets in Thebes and Memphis, either exquisite or magnificent, and the quantity and luxury exceeded the previous monarch's specifications.
The Egyptian monarch issued an edict to the craftsmen to record the ambitions and feats of his reign in sculptures and inscriptions.
He praised the king's holiness and great achievements.
When the great emperor was ninety-one, he became the most legendary king in Egyptian history.
The people loved him, the enemy feared him, and even the gods paid special attention to him, forgetting his sleeping day for a long time.
Pell, new capital.
Under the bright sun, the crowd was bustling, each performing his own duties. Soldiers dressed in armour and armed with sharps, patrol the streets daily. The officials, carrying heavy wigs, rushed to the Pharaonic palace without losing grace. With the sound of a thick drink, a number of large boats came to the shore, a group of men with big waists rushed up, skillfully handling foreign precious goods.
Busy and prosperous is the theme of the new capital.
People have already eliminated the fear and uneasiness of moving the capital earlier, and have been enriched in their daily life.
Maybe it's because of the power of the gods, they thought.
The prosperous new city is full of splendid temples and prayer dances. In the north, the patron god uto sleeps; in the East comes the sound of astart's horse riding; in the south is the God of Seth, who dominates the desert; in the west, the light of Amun breaks the chaos and ushers in the dawn of hope.
God is everywhere.
People's belief in God is becoming more and more enthusiastic and firm.
For example, at the moment, they saw an old man with white hair holding a bunch of lotus flowers, slowly walking to the north of Amun temple. The sun in June was as hot as lava, and the old man did not avoid it. He was tall and strong, with a straight back, wrapped in a white shawl and a thin pleated waistcoat. He walked calmly in the middle of the street without any cover. Only his palm was raised, and he was carefully taking care of the ice blue water lily in his arms.
Is this flower for Amun?
So they thought.
The old man was followed by an old man and a young man.
People are inexplicably familiar and watch them pass by in awe.
At noon, the temple of the sun stands majestically, and the relief of the spirit of lapis lazuli is plated with a layer of blue glaze by the sunlight, interwoven into a magnificent color.
On his glorious throne, the Egyptian god, with his iron whip in his hand, looked majestically at his beloved son of glory.
"The statue is well done."
There was an old man's voice in the hall.The young clerk replied respectfully, "as you have told us, we have selected 138 top craftsmen in Thebes and Memphis, and selected the most suitable clothing and posture of Amun from hundreds of base maps..." Before he finished, he was stopped by the military gesture of the old general nearby.
The young man suddenly thought of something and immediately shut up.
"Rusty -"
is the sound of sleeve brushing rough stone surface.
The old Egyptian pharaoh carefully and meticulously wiped the sacrificial stone platform until it was spotless. Then he put a branch of blue lotus flower in his arms on the stone platform.
Then, the Pharaoh lowered his eyebrows, folded his hands, and entered the daily prayer ceremony.
The clerk did the same.
I don't know how long after, the clerk's legs and buttocks were numb, but he did not dare to move half a minute - did not see the Pharaon and the old general's adults standing steadily, the grain silk did not move?
To tell the truth, he sometimes doubts his age. Otherwise, as a young man in his early twenties, how could he be worse than the old?
"Ould."
The Pharaoh finally opened his mouth.
He moved his numb arm and whispered, "what do you want from the Pharaon?"
"How will you record my life after my death?"
The groundhog screamed in the clerk's heart. My God, he couldn't be happy too soon for this fatal question!
Well, which monarch would ask himself what happened after his death?
He repeatedly considered the language and recited the full text in a beautiful aria, "you are the brilliant king of Egypt, you joined the army at the age of 10, you fought with SETI I I at the age of 15, and defeated HiTi at the age of 25. Your heroism is widely praised..."
The Pharaon didn't smile. "Oh, is it?"
The clerk's heart thumped.
No, the Pharaon doesn't seem satisfied.
However, it doesn't matter, as the longest surviving clerk, he deeply understands a truth, holding thighs must be fast, accurate and cruel!
The clerk tried to stabilize himself, "you ascended the throne at the age of 25 and married queen nefertali in the same year. She was so beautiful and intelligent that you fell in love and couldn't extricate yourself."
Yes, he's holding queen nefertali's thigh!
The pharaoh was strict with the law and never showed mercy, except for the queen.
"When you were thirty-five years old, you built a temple for the queen in Abu Simbe. You let the craftsman stand the statue of the queen on the sole of your foot, which means eternal protection and never separation. In Queen's Valley, you once said that your love for the queen is unique. Cough... "
The young man blushed a little. I'm sorry to go on.
It's too numb.
Especially the others are facing the dignified and dignified faces of the elderly. They can't imagine the iron blooded monarch like a young boy in love, showing his pure and sunny face.
…… No, I can't think about it any more. His idol is about to collapse.
"And then?" Ramses II inquired with interest.
Jiong Jiong, the scribe, looked at the Pharaon.
Does this kind of love talk between husband and wife really want him an outsider to narrate?
Ramses II chuckled. The long ruling time has given the Pharaoh a deep prestige and momentum. At this moment, he is sharp and sparse, and has a bit of youth publicity. "Sister, if she hears these words, she will try her best to bully me. She's the worst. She's a liar and likes to bully honest kids
Clerk:
Are you serious about that?
The Pharaon thought for a moment, but also felt that it was not right to speak like this. He added in a low voice, "you must not speak out, say Well, don't say I said it. "
Clerk:
Seeing the young man's face full of disbelief, he felt that he must have been confused by the Queen's damned beauty. Ramses II was very unconvinced and stressed again, "she is really bad. If you see her one day -- "
he stops.
"Don't wonder about her hair and clothes, don't lock her up, let alone beat her. Worship and love her as if you were a God. When she grows old, bury her next to me, and then I will teach her a lesson myself
All this sounds like Arabian Nights. How can the spirit of the past return to the world?
But the pharaoh was adamant that his sister would return to Egypt one day.
Back to him.
On the day of his marriage, he drank with her the water of Nile life and made an ancient covenant with her in the temple of Karnak.
He kissed her on the forehead.
She was the wife he identified as, the mistress of his great Egypt.
They have made an appointment, and they will meet again in the future.
But the day of reunion is more distant than he imagined.
The Pharaon watched the gray Eagle under the dome of the temple, closed his eyes, buried all his emotions, and restored the indifferent and calm king before he became a man. "Ould, there is something you need to do."The clerk listened.
"When I die, you write like that. Ramses II, a tyrant and war maniac, was born to kill and plunder. His hobby was to flatter himself, so he ordered the craftsmen to build a large number of palaces and temples. He had countless women in his life, including eight queens, more than one hundred concubines and numerous children. He was very happy to marry his own daughter as well as his sister. In a word, you can write as much as you like, you know? "
The clerk shook his head.
He picked up his jaw, closed it again, and honestly said, "I don't understand."
The clerk hesitated for a moment and said cautiously, "do you have a little bit of brain today Burn it
Didn't the Pharaon want to use God as a medium to let queen nefertali return to Egypt?
What's more, Pharaoh is famous for not being close to women. How can women and their children come from? Even today's heirs are of collateral blood, taught by the Pharaoh himself.
Ramses II was angry smile, not light or heavy kick people.
"What are you doing with so much nonsense? Are you a Pharaon or am I a Pharaon? "
The clerk nodded wrongly.
Yes, you are the chief robber.
"Well, it's getting dark. You go back first." One more word from the Pharaon.
"Why, don't you come back with us, my lord?"
The clerk was still out of his state of mind.
Ramses II laughed, rarely joked with him, "why, the old Pharaon even has no freedom to date his little lover privately?"
The clerk was embarrassed.
Every day you are dedicated to scaring and crying the beauties offered by other countries. Where are you from?
"Bang!"
The old general did not say a word. He bowed down and kowtowed with a heavy ring.
The clerk was in a daze.
What's going on?
The Pharaoh raised the general's arm, patted placidly, and said in a warm voice, "go back. Don't scare the kids. "
The old and the young walked out of the temple.
The scribe was still covered in a circle, but he looked at the old general's serious face and wisely chose to keep silent.
"Dingling -"
in the clear and crisp bell of camel, camel caravan brought a batch of new exotic spices.
Outside the quiet and alienated temple, there is a living world. Groups of children step on the soft wet mud after the rain, leaving a string of lively little feet, and laughter spreads for several streets.
Some are in their prime.
Someone has been dead for a long time.
The old Pharaoh stroked the statue gently, his hands withered and thin, like a piece of wood without abundant water.
He is no longer young.
"When will you come?
In the young days, I was afraid that you would not come, and I could not sleep all night.
And when I'm old, I'm afraid you'll come.
Ramses II asked God, as if mumbling to himself.
"I have done what you want. Our people are happy and less worried, our land is rich and rich, our country says no two, our civilization will be forever famous. "
Do you see that our Egypt is immortal?
Sister, Meng Meng has always been good.
Would you like to come here and have a look at me?
One eye, one eye.
I can't remember what you look like, what kind of earrings you are wearing, what kind of waistcoat you are wearing, and what kind of sweet smile you have on your face.
I'm old. I'm no longer the young man who can hold you in one hand.
Sister, I I was scared.
Fear of aging, fear of ugliness, fear of this closed eyes, is a dark piece.
It's cold and boring.
"Kekekekeke --"
the old Pharaoh coughed painfully, and his back was covered with hidden wounds from years of war. As a result, in his later years, the Pharaon was often ill and had trouble falling asleep.
His lips were covered with blood, but Ramses II didn't wipe it off. He just put his head on the statue, raised his face, and his pupils were lax, staring at the blue outside the window.
He had yearned for the sky, but he was willing to be bound in a small space, to be her favorite king.
For a long time, Ramses II took out a small object from the hidden bag folded in his waistcoat.
It's sugar.
It's wrapped in rainbow sugar.
Egypt's sky is monotonous, with few clouds. This arid land has little rain all year round, and the chance of meeting a rainbow is very slim.
This is the day he and his sister in the truck, her sister gave him a braid reward.
He kept it for sixty years, and he didn't want to eat it.
With the subtle sound of souso, Ramses II held his breath and slowly peeled the translucent rainbow sugar paper.
It's a mess.
He froze.Chocolate heart has long been melted by the Egyptian sunlight, due to a long time not treated, can only slowly solidify, moldy, long spots, filled with a strange smell.
Ramesses II was silent. He held out his trembling hand, gently hooked a piece of condensed powder on his tail finger and put it into his mouth.
"Well Sweet. "
The old man covered his eyes and laughed like a child.
The palm is slightly wet.
It's sweet.
My sister didn't cheat him.
My favorite God, you don't have to worry.
Ramses is no longer suffering.
In July, our mother of Nile will soon be flooded. If you come back, please inform your brother in advance.
I will not be afraid of the dark and the wind and rain, personally pick you home.
I'll wait for you.
Whenever.
No matter where.
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