dhibooks Chapter 26 Chapter 26
Chapter 26 Chapter 26
Neferi tidied up her clothes, brushed her hair, and took a step forward with a smile, seemingly boneless, leaning against Ptolemy XIII's arms, her hands in the Ptolemy drew circles on his heart, and "unintentionally" ran across the two cinnabar moles with his fingertips.
It caused Ptolemy Thirteen to tremble for a while. Looking carefully, there seemed to be a little red at the tips of his ears.
The evil and charming him is very good-looking, and the shy him is also very good-looking.
Now Neferi also understands why that old guy in Achilles calls this person's name when he orgasms, this skin is really for men and women.
Even Neferi herself was aroused by Ptolemy XIII. She just wanted to play with Ptolemy XIII, but even Neferi herself didn't expect it. Really play things out.
Her emotion just now was not feigned, just like when a man sees a beautiful woman, he will become emotional.Women will also have needs when they see beautiful men.
Neferi licked her somewhat parched lips, she really thought about it.
Thinking about it, Neferi laughed aloud. The palpitation just now had not been seen for a long time. Her eyes fell on the tattoo of Ptolemy XIII. The black dragon on her arm seemed to have a soul. Alive with the pulse of Ptolemy Thirteen.
Looking at the trembling woman laughing in her arms, Ptolemy XIII raised Neferi's chin and made her look directly at him, "I really like you a little bit."
Neferi glanced at Ptolemy XIII, with half a smile in her eyes, she held Ptolemy XIII's hand and put it on her face, "Your Majesty, I like you too."
While saying this, Neferi gently rubbed Ptolemy XIII's lower body with her feet.
Ptolemy XIII held her chin cooperatively, and Neferi seemed to enjoy this feeling.
"What can you do for me?"
Neferi closed her eyes and parted her red lips.
Ptolemy XIII lowered his head. This time he took the initiative. In terms of kissing, Ptolemy XIII still has experience. Don’t forget, he also had a boyfriend in his previous life.
Neferi was quite satisfied with this kiss, she stretched her fingertips so comfortably.
It was a long kiss. At the end, Neferi still had more to say, but Ptolemy XIII suppressed the discomfort in his heart. When he kissed just now, he closed his eyes and tried his best to think of the woman in front of him. Cheng is Caesar.
"My king, I'm really in love with you." Neferi looked at the face in front of her obsessively, her tone was sincere, and it really didn't seem like she was lying.
"Then how are you going to love me?" Ptolemy XIII narrowed his eyes, leaned over and said word by word in Neferi's ear.
"If, my great king can give me more, I can love you completely." Neferi's ambition is not small, otherwise, with her beauty, she would not marry that old man Achiles .
Because this man has rights, and he has rights, which means that Neferi can enjoy more things.
Ptolemy XIII narrowed his eyes. Not only was he not angry with Neferi's words, but he was very happy. A person can only be used when she has needs.
"Priest," Ptolemy XIII said.
A priestess is the highest status of an Egyptian woman. Generally, only the children of the royal family are eligible.
Even in the Ptolemaic dynasty, although the power has been weakened, there are still many powers in hand.
Neferi put away the smile on her face, she straightened up, looked at Ptolemy XIII, "Your Majesty, can I believe this?"
It has to be said that this condition really moved Neferi. In fact, Neferi was already tired of Achilles in her heart.
Although Achiles has this right, he does not act as mighty as he does in war. Although this is a country with the supremacy of the king, don't forget that the establishment of this country is also based on plunder. Looking around , most of the slaves in this land were Egyptians.
And the so-called king, the so-called pharaoh, was a person of Greek blood.
A dynasty can be overthrown once, and it can be overthrown a second time. Achilles has this ability, but he always has too many scruples.
Thinking of this, Neferi glanced at Ptolemy XIII again.
Achilles must have never imagined that this little king, who had been neglected by him for a long time, became as ruthless as his sister, or even stronger.
Why do you say that, because it is Ptolemy XIII who is sitting on the throne now, not Cleopatra VII.
Such forbearance makes one's heart palpitate just thinking about it.
I have to say that Neferi seems to be overthinking it. The Ptolemy XIII in history was really a simple boy with no brains. The person she sees now is a completely changed man.
"Would you like to bet one time, I know, my woman, I am not willing to do so." Ptolemy XIII drew a big circle for Neferi, to jump or not to jump?
Ptolemy XIII watched Neferi, waiting for her answer.
Neferi blinked slyly, she held Ptolemy XIII's head in both hands, "My dear king already knows the answer, why are you asking me?"
Ptolemy XIII smiled. He looked at the woman with sly eyes in front of him. At first he thought she was as easy to coax as a little girl. Sure enough, a woman can't just look at her appearance.
"I need the coast map of the Ptolemaic dynasty, and only Achiles has this thing."
"Huh?" Neferi raised her eyebrows halfway. This thing is easy to get, but hard to say. It's just divided.
As it happens, Neferi is one of those easy people.
"Don't forget, what you promised me." Neferi said with a smile, and said, and printed a kiss on Ptolemy XIII's lips, "This is our contract, Achilles I'll miss you when you're gone."
Neferi emphasized the word "think", she licked the corner of her mouth with her tongue, "My dear king, you are delicious too."
Hearing this, Ptolemy Thirteen was taken aback, as if he had been molested again.
Seeing Ptolemy XIII's helpless look, Neferi giggled, and Ptolemy XIII realized that the woman's laughter was very pleasant, singing like an oriole.
Ptolemy XIII was thinking that if he liked a woman, he might really like this woman.
"Achilles will be back tonight." Because of the smile, Neferi's cheeks were flushed, adding a touch of innocence to her already charming.
Ptolemy Thirteen nodded, he naturally knew, otherwise he couldn't rush here.
"I need time for this matter." Neferi said again.
"How long?" Ptolemy XIII asked.
"The next time he leaves." Neferi replied. Achilles is very cautious, and he always carries the map of the coast of Alexandria with him. Except for himself, few people can approach that house. It's possible, fortunately, Neferi's memory is not bad.
It sounds impossible to draw a map, but if a person has a goal, he will definitely achieve it. Neferi knows that this is her only chance to turn around.
In this era, the status of women is very low, they are only regarded as men's appendages, don't look at Neferi who is now the concubine of Achilles, but men have bad roots, especially in Egypt, Love is only for a while, when a woman is beautiful, she will grow old one day.
Because of her Greek ancestry, Neferi was in a better situation than those Egyptian women, but she was still a man's accessory after all. She really hated this kind of life, but she couldn't escape it.
That's why Neferi chose Achilles. It's better to be a woman with authority than to be a useless woman.
But now, the position of priestess is before her eyes. If Ptolemy XIII can really fulfill his promise, then she, Neferi, will no longer need to look at the faces of those stinky men.
For this reason, so what if you risk your life!
The two reached an agreement, and Ptolemy XIII left under Neferi's "reluctant" eyes.
Compared with the mood when he came here, Ptolemy XIII is obviously much more relaxed at this moment. Achilles's affairs have already been figured out, and Sidotes is next.
When thinking of this person, Ptolemy XIII first thought of his obscene eyes, only like men?Thinking about the information Bordinos gave him, Ptolemy XIII rubbed his temples. It's not that he didn't think about coming to this person himself, but, facing such a person, thinking about it, Ptolemy XIII Lemi Thirteen had goose bumps all over his body.
He shook his head, Ma Shan vetoed this idea, no matter he/him or being/him, Ptolemy XIII was sure that as long as he was once, he would probably be disgusted for life.
Ptolemy XIII had to think carefully about dealing with Xidotes. Xidotes was in charge of the entire country's agriculture and was less threatening than Chilles.
In fact, there is a simple way. If the people are gone, who will the power fall into?
Ptolemy XIII was shocked by the thought in his heart. He looked at his hand, his expression gradually turned cold. He who didn't even dare to kill fish before thought of killing his mouth just now.
Ptolemy XIII gave a long sigh. He looked up at the resplendent palace, gorgeous marble, and exquisite reliefs. The beauty of the surface is not the accumulation of blood/flesh behind it.
He lowered his head, looking at his own hand, which seemed to be dyed red, Ptolemy XIII slowly clenched his hand.
Veins popped out of the clenched fists.
Ptolemy XIII was tense all over. At this moment, he felt indescribably bored and irritated.
He believed in Christ, and he knew from childhood that he was kind to everyone, but if his hands were stained with blood, what was the difference between him and Satan?
Don't blame Ptolemy XIII for being so entangled and suffering. A belief that has been established since childhood cannot be vetoed or wiped out in a day or two.
Ptolemy XIII took off his clothes irritably, and then put it on his head. Only the temporary darkness could calm his heart down.
He put his head against the pillars in the palace, and prayed silently in his heart, hoping that the Lord would forgive him for his sins just now.
Ptolemy XIII prayed earnestly, completely unaware of someone approaching him.
And this so-and-so happened to be the person Ptolemy XIII least wanted to meet...
caesar.
Caesar looked in the direction of Ptolemy XIII and stopped in his tracks.
Although Ptolemy XIII covered his head with clothes, Caesar recognized him as Ptolemy XIII at a glance.
At this time, Ptolemy XIII was naked/upper body, two black dragons were entwined on his smooth back, and the bruises on his back were intertwined, not only did not have the slightest sense of disobedience, but made the two more lifelike.
Caesar waved his hand and let the guards around him go ahead.
For some reason, he didn't want others to see such a scene.
Caesar walked step by step in the direction of Ptolemy XIII. His footsteps were not small, but someone didn't notice it at all.
Such a sense of precaution made Caesar frowned.
Caesar slowly drew out his sword, and when he was one meter away from Ptolemy XIII, he raised his sword and stabbed in his direction.