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In the past, the government affairs room, which was extremely quiet with people coming and going without even daring to breathe a word, was now extremely lively.
The child's loud cries penetrated through the stone wall, causing the nearby guards to whisper to each other. The curious people occasionally glanced at the window of the room to get a glimpse of the truth behind the crying.
However, when the youngest high priest in Egypt walked quickly from the long corridor in the distance, and cast a cold glance at the restless guards with his azure eyes, all the noise suddenly stopped.
After looking at the group of guards who were looking at their noses, noses and hearts with expressions on their faces like "I heard nothing, I don't know anything", with their chests drawn in, their stomachs raised and their heads raised upright, Seth let out a low cold sound from his nose. Hum, and then strode into the government room.
With a heavy bang, the door to the government affairs room was slammed shut, cutting off the sight of people outside.
The young Pharaoh sat on the large throne, expressionlessly stamping a bright red seal on the papyrus on the table.
On the other side of the large throne, in the farthest corner from him, a little white-skinned baby was curled up and crying.
A pair of big violet eyes were already extremely red and swollen, and there were endless tears on her young face.
He has been crying for a long time, but he does not look tired at all. He can still cry with great energy.
On the contrary, a certain High Priest of Set who just strode in looked extremely pale, and High Priest Mahat, who had been standing at the bottom, was also smiling bitterly.
If people were not afraid of being disrespectful in front of the emperor, Mahat would have wanted to plug his ears with his fingers.
Only the young Pharaoh, who was flipping through a pile of papyrus on the table, remained as usual, completely nonchalant.
Since the king¡¯s brother was carried by Pharaoh, he has been crying non-stop.
And after the wise priestess saw that the situation was not good and carried forward the glorious tradition of the old priest Simon and decisively retreated, the little prince cried harder and harder.
Even if the pharaoh finally allowed the maid on the side to coax him, the little prince would not stop crying at all, showing an aura of vowing to fight the evil forces to the end.
Mahat, who couldn't bear the torment, couldn't help but come up with the idea of ??calling Isis back to coax the little prince.
However¡¡
The young king of Egypt glanced over at the red-flamed pupils with an evil and cold glance¡ª¡ª
Great Priest Mahat was completely defeated in an instant. He was sweating profusely and shrank into the shadow in the corner of the room, shivering.
The Young King simply put the little baby aside and let him cry and ignore it, even if the demonic sound penetrated his ears, he looked as if nothing had happened.
In the end, Seth, whose face turned from green to white, and from white to black, could no longer bear it and put forward a compromise opinion.
The silent Pharaoh acquiesced to his suggestion.
The person who followed High Priest Set into the room looked around and then had an idea in his mind.
Her gentle eyes fell on the young king who was looking through the official documents with an expressionless face, but she keenly caught the extremely unhappy mood revealed by the young king's different strength from the usual force of poking the bright red seal.
Then, she laughed.
The wrinkles on her face bloomed when she smiled, revealing a loving look.
The old female officer stepped forward with relaxed steps, squatted in front of the little baby who was still crying, tilted her head and looked at it, and then stretched out her hand to poke the white, soft and tear-stained little cheek.
"Hmm~~ I can really cry, it's pretty awesome."
She made the above comments.
"Ka, Lin, Da, Ren!"
The words were spoken word by word from the teeth of the great priest Seth whose face was full of black lines.
"Please don't say words that sound like you admire the other party"
After saying this, I felt a little weak.
At this moment, the High Priest Seth felt that he had never been so tired and hardworking in his entire life.
The old female officer Karin laughed and poked the round cheek of the little baby who was still crying.
"Because I'm curious."
She glanced at the young king beside her and said, "Wang almost never cried when he was a child."
There was a look on her face as she recalled the past, and she sighed softly, "When I was with Wang, I never cried, acted coquettishly, or was naughty. It was not fun at all."
&nThe young king who gave the order turned around and saw his brother's two little hands on both sides of his uninjured arm.
The chubby face, which was already full of baby fat, bulged out and turned red from holding in its breath, becoming more and more like a big red apple.
The white and tender baby puffed out its cheeks and blew hard on Atum's exposed bright red skin again and again.
He seemed to think that blowing like this would cool down the hot-looking skin and return it to its original appearance.
Because we are small, the wind blowing out is also very small, which makes it a bit cold.
The wound was still burning, and the blow seemed to take away the burning pain.
"Brotheris it still painful?"
Her big, watery violet eyes looked up at him, showing a look of regret and worry.
He lowered his head, the expression on his face looked very guilty, and his voice was a bit softer, but he still apologized obediently and honestly.
"sorry¡¡"
¡°¡Call me Brother Wang.¡±
"Why?"
Instead of hearing the imaginary thunderous rebuke or being severely spanked, Little Brother Wang raised his head in surprise and stared at the handsome face with wide eyes that was cold but obviously not angry at him.
He tilted his little head, as if he didn't understand the meaning of the Young King's words.
"Call Brother Wang!"
"Wang, Brother Wang?"
Although he still looked ignorant, the young king's suddenly aggravated tone startled him, and he subconsciously stuttered and shouted Well, although he didn't understand it at all. That's what it means.
The young Pharaoh hummed and said nothing more.
His left hand stretched out and gently held the small, soft body in his arms.
When he was hugged into his arms, Xiao Wangdi's body froze for a moment.
After a while, probably because he felt that this posture was not as uncomfortable as he imagined, Little Brother Wang relaxed his body and lay softly in the Young King's arms, letting him gently caress his back.
?As Karin said, children are very sensitive.
They can all be sensitive to who treats them well and who treats them badly.
Just like the current little brother, after getting close to the Young King, he soon felt that this cold-looking big brother was not as scary as he imagined, and he was still very protective of himself. The fear he felt at the beginning soon disappeared in him The young heart disappeared completely.
He lay obediently in the Young King's arms, stretching out his fleshy little hands from time to time to carefully touch the area covered with white bandages.
His soft little face was pressed against the soft white linen clothes, and the warmth transmitted from the light brown chest through the clothes made Xiao Wang squint his eyes because he felt very comfortable.
He half-closed his eyes, looking drowsy.
But soon after, the smell of fragrant food coming from above made him open his eyes wide and raise his head.
This time, the bowl of porridge was held by the maid on the side.
The spoon was still held by the young Pharaoh, who scooped a little out of the already warm part of the porridge.
Brother Wang swallowed his saliva. Although he was very anxious because he wanted to eat it quickly, he remembered the trouble he had just caused so he held back.
He sat obediently on his brother's lap, letting the other person hug him and nestle in his arms. He raised his little head and looked longingly at the spoon held by the big light brown hands with his big violet eyes. There was an unabashed look of longing on her young face.
Seeing him, Brother Wang lowered his head and looked at himself.
Little Brother Wang obediently opened his little mouth as wide as possible.
¡°Ah~~~¡±
Feed me, feed me~~
The big violet eyes flashed and flashed.
But those crimson pupils stared at him for a long time without even bringing the spoon over.
The young Pharaoh looked at the little brother who was begging for food with his mouth wide open for a long time. He looked a little strange, as if he wanted to maintain the majesty of the Pharaoh but didn't want to endure anything.
Soon, the young king lowered his head calmly in front of everyone and kissed the soft, white and tender forehead of the little brother in his arms.
Then, they kissed again.
Woo~~
He is not looking for Brother Wang to kiss~~
The hungry little brother Wang sucked his fingers and looked at the fragrant porridge that was not far away from him with tears in his eyes but couldn't eat it.
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