The prisoner who was executed was the charge of killing the nobles.

This man went to steal, but unexpectedly he was discovered. He pushed down the noble in panic. The nobleman died when his head touched a hard object.

When the man was taken up, his son cried and hugged the death row inmate.

As soon as he saw the death row inmate's familiar face and burly figure, Xining vaguely knew who this person was. The 9-year-old son who held his thigh was Akhenaten, the commander of the army of his future elder brother.

Sure enough, when Nackhart saw the death row inmate being tall and big, he couldn't help but love it a little, and asked about the charges in detail.

The prisoner made a living by moving the dock, and he had good energy. Because one of his two sons was sick and had no money to treat and could not borrow money, he took the risk when he was anxious. Unfortunately, he was caught in the first time he went to steal and was caught. He pushed down the nobles with royal blood and fell to death. His son still died of illness and committed the crime of death.

Xining rolled her eyes and was very eye-catching when she went wherever she went. She could be a thief. If she became a robber, the nobles would be afraid and give the money, so there would be no more trouble.

As long as people do not die, even ordinary nobles can find a way to pardon. At worst, they can cut off their tongues and enter the palace to be slaves.

Now that I am dying, this nobleman has a little royal bloodline, so he must die.

Nackhart also thought the same way and glared at him in anger: "Why don't you come to the officials to join the army if you are short of money?"

Someone next to him reported in fear that no one would join the army at any time, and civilians would have to have no criminal record within three generations, and there would be many restrictions such as improper remarks.

Nackhart said majesticly: "Written that any civilian who is short of money can go to the officials to ask for military service. Those who are in poor health can be sent to the front line. If they are in good health, they can be recommended as guards and guards."

The historian next to him immediately recorded it quickly on the papyrus with a quill dipped in ink. Pharaoh was God, and God's words were the law.

Xining knew that the prisoner must die. In the previous plot, Nakhart accommodated his son Akhanton. Akhanton studied hard in the palace. Later, even the second prince with strong force could not win, and became the commander of the army of Aman Hotep.

The ending was that the third prince raided the barracks with all his troops. Akhenaten was captured and cut off his head in front of his master.

Xining couldn't help but feel ache, and her heart was so painful that she was thrusting again. She quickly tried to suppress her body and forced her to get rid of her feelings. This body owner didn't count if she played a good hand of cards, but she was still worried. She felt sorry for this and that, so she felt sorry for her, so she just stopped it all.

It’s not okay to accept it all, and the body can’t bear it. Look at Akhanaton’s father, who is so big, and Akhanaton eats and drinks well in the palace and exercises well. In the future, his muscles will become stronger and his martial arts are superb. He is the only one, so he can’t stand the night he goes to the front line.

Even if Akhenaten restrained himself, his body leader still couldn't move in the military tent.

The third prince was extremely embarrassed and angry, and he didn't care about talent or talent. He cut it off with a "crack" if Akhenaten was still alive, the third prince might not be able to be killed by the second prince when he brought his master back to the palace.

Xining whispered: "Father, since the prisoner cannot be protected, it seems that his son is in good health..."

Nackhart's eyes lit up and his eyes turned to Akhenaten: "Is he your son?"

"Yes!" The death row prisoner knelt there, lowered his head, and trembled all over. Akhenaten had been pulled away, kneeling beside him and cried with tears on his face.

Nackhart envoy glanced at him, and the officials next to him immediately asked someone to pull Akhenaten up.

"How old is he?" Nackhart asked majesticly.

When Nakhart learned that this child, who was as tall as a 13-year-old child, was only 9 years old. Any dynasty advocated force was tall and majestic. Such a physique and muscles were so well-proportioned that there were few in the entire territory. Look at this strong muscle, only Nubians who had been holding crude spears on the grassland and chasing antelope.

Xining said first, "The princes seem to be missing a suitable companion to read."

Just as Nackhart was in his mind, he said, "The sins are unforgivable to kill the nobles. I cannot forgive your sins, but I can take care of your son. Your son will come to the palace to accompany the princes and learn martial arts with them. Are you willing?"

When the death row prisoner heard this, he immediately put his forehead on the ground. This time, his whole body trembled not because of the power of Pharaoh, but was excited: "Great Pharaoh, your divine light shines on my son. Thank you for your kindness. I am willing to protect your tomb after death. May my humble soul block anyone who attempts to disturb the peace of Pharaoh."

He is willing to make a mummy after death and put it in the tomb of the Pharaoh.

Nackhart was immediately happy and thought for a while to announce: "Give the name Akhenaten. The prisoners are exempt from hanging and poison." As the guard guarding the tomb, don't hang the body on the pole for everyone to see.

The minister who was planning to give advice looked at the little princess with a little resentment. He also thought of this idea, why did he steal the little princess first? Look at the Pharaoh, who was happy, there was an extra person to guard the tomb and gave the other son a name.

The death row prisoner was loosened and knelt there and kept thanking the Pharaoh for his kindness. Giving a name was a great grace. From then on, his son would enter the palace and would definitely no longer be a civilian.

"Father, go back to the palace." Xining subconsciously didn't want Akhenaten to be too sad, so she added: "You say goodbye to your son in the end, don't worry, my father will definitely take good care of Akhenaten."

"It's Princess Sulita." The official reminded.

So the death row inmate thanked Princess Sulita again.

"Dad, dad~" Akhenaten rushed over and hugged his father's burly body tightly.

Xining had already raised her hand and asked the slave who was carrying the sedan chair to lift the sedan chair and leave. Such a tragic difference between life and death, it is better not to let the owner see it. She doesn't want to have another angina pectoris.

When the death row prisoner picked up the bowl with poison, Akhenaten had been pulled away, crying and turning back as he walked.

"Go and serve Your Majesty and His Highness." The death row prisoner looked at the child's back as he drank poison with a smile. He was all for the children. Now the children have a better future, even if he died a hundred times, he would be happy.

Thank you very much for your favor with his son...

At this time, Xining was so tired that she leaned on the chair and became soft as mud. Du Ya quickly wiped her neck with a towel soaked in well water, and sweating on her arms, and then handed her honey water.

After drinking honey water, Xining felt something, and the master seemed very happy.

Don't be too happy too early, the Pharaoh and the prince were still full of their minds to make the master the queen. If the four princes give up and get the best results, there is a long way to go.

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