The prince looked at the little princess and felt that after the death of her mother-in-law, the little princess had obviously grown up. After all, she had no choice but to grow up without the protection of her mother.

Thinking that the third prince was also pitiful, he said: "Third brother, I know that you are as sensible as the eleventh sister. If you have anything to do in the future, just tell me, and don't keep bored."

The third prince was very surprised by the accident, so he turned sideways and saluted slightly: "I know, brother, thank you for your concern."

Finally, he stopped talking about His Highness the Crown Prince. When the Crown Prince saw the little princess smiling, he also laughed happily.

The second prince was dissatisfied: "Brother, don't you love me anymore?"

"Okay, I'll love you." The prince pointed to the wild duck on the grill outside that had begun to emit oil: "Wait a moment, after the best meat is given to the eleventh sister, you will be the second one."

The second prince was dissatisfied: "I brought the wild duck."

"Then let's grill the fish!" Xining smiled and smoothed things over: "The fish was brought by the third brother, and the honey was given by the eldest brother. Is that okay?"

"That's okay." The second prince thought for a while and thought it was good. Then he shouted to the servant who was grilling the barbecue: "Put more honey on it. It's not enough to ask His Highness the Crown Prince!"

Everyone laughed.

Needless to say, these brothers are really kind to the body master. In the previous plot, they often expressed their greetings and greetings. At this time, the second prince and the third prince should know that they are out of luck, but they still try their best. Otherwise, the body master will not be so sad.

Drinking wine and eating meat, the three princes became happier and happier as they chatted. Xining simply removed the low table and let the three of them sit side by side on the carpet, sent the food over, and ate and drank together.

After the wine was divided among the three princes, they drank a large pot of beer. The three princes, who were not yet married and rarely involved in wine, actually got drunk.

Du Ya looked at the three princes lying on the carpet, drunk and talking nonsense, and wondered whether to laugh or cry: "How can we send them back?"

"Then lie down here and don't send it back." Xining asked Duya to get some more carpets and spread them seven or eight meters away. He asked the three princes' servants to stay vigil and asked people to tell Pharaoh and

The crown prince and the second prince’s mother-in-law.

Pharaoh Nakhat couldn't be bothered by the prince's mother-in-law. When he came over to see, the prince's three slaves were eating dinner. The slaves' meal was the leftovers from the master. Look at the barbecue, grilled fish and fried vegetable balls.

and fruits, which are better than what he eats at night. I can’t help but feel sour in my heart!

The three slaves immediately put down their basins and knelt down to salute.

If the food on the plate hadn't looked so good, Nakhat wouldn't have bothered to take another look. Continuing to walk forward, he saw a temporary gauze tent set up not far from the lotus pond, and mosquito repellent was burned outside.

Spice brazier.

The maid waiting outside the gauze curtain stood up in time and opened the gauze curtains on the left and right sides when he approached.

Nakhat saw the three princes lying inside, their faces all red, and they were sleeping soundly. The second prince's feet were still resting on the prince's body, and he was snoring loudly.

There is no need to worry about them getting hot. There is a fan installed on the top of the gauze tent. When the maid outside pulls the rope, the fan will swing gently, sending out a breeze. When the temperature drops in the middle of the night, there is no need to be afraid of the cold. There is already a cotton quilt next to it.

There are also wool felt blankets.

Nakhat's usually dignified face couldn't help but smile. He exited the gauze tent and turned around to go inside.

The gauze curtain on the bed in the room has been pulled up, and the maid is carefully helping the little princess up.

Seeing that Sulita was about to stand up and salute, Nakhat quickly said: "No, lie down quickly."

The maid helped Sulita back to the bed and placed a big soft pillow behind her.

Nakhat looked at the 7-year-old Sulita and felt incredible. He wanted to ask. But then he thought about it, what was the use of asking? The slave would definitely choose something beneficial to the master.

At this time, the two maids each presented a plate, one with fruits and the other with grilled fish and barbecue.

Nakhat was a little unhappy. He was an extremely noble Pharaoh, how could he serve the leftovers? Even if he wanted to try it again, ahem, he was still a Pharaoh!

Xining smiled: "I guessed that my father would come, so I made an extra portion and kept it warm. The fish was caught by Thutmose, and the bison was brought by Tadelia. But after eating the fish,

Don’t use the fruit right away. Keep it in the well water. It’s too cold for fear of spoiling your stomach. I’ll have someone prepare another one.”

Nakhat stretched out his hand and touched the melons and grapes. Sure enough, they were both cold.

He reached out to pick up a piece of barbecue, but the maid respectfully handed him a fork, and another maid started to use a small blade to cut the meat. He used the fork, picked up a piece, cut it, spread it with honey, and took a taste. It was hot and freshly roasted.

Okay, I couldn't help but nodded.

The fish meat is also charred on the outside and tender on the inside, and is extremely plump. It doesn't taste like this after it's been grilled after being cooled.

Although Nakhat had already eaten dinner, he ate a lot. After finishing the meal, the maid brought another drink.

"Give it to me!" Xining stretched out his hand, took the drink brought by the maid and took a sip: "Well, yes, give it to my father."

"Your Majesty." The maid turned to hold Nakhat respectfully with both hands.

Nakhat went from being uneasy about entering the door to suffering from pantothenic acidity. At this time, he was extremely relaxed and happy. After taking it, he took a sip and felt that it was different from beer or other fruit juices. The taste was very refreshing.

Xining said with a smile: "It's water boiled from reed roots. Drinking it can help digest food and remove greasiness."

Reed roots can clear away heat and purge fire, produce fluids and quench thirst, diuresis and relieve troubles. You can't expect those witch doctors who can only burn spices and sulfur and mutter words, or even those who think it's natural to marry close relatives, can't take care of the body of the owner.

So Xi Ning has started to readjust his diet, and he doesn't drink any medicine that you don't know what it is. Anyway, the witch doctor poisoned him before, so using this as an excuse is the best.

In this world of pain, martial arts training has been completely given up. She thought about refining qi, and ten years was enough. But the body owner has no spiritual roots, so she can only use the known three-legged cat earth doctor's method to recuperate her body.

Nakhat took a few more sips and felt good. It seemed that all this was arranged and ordered by Sulita herself. A princess who can give orders can also be a good queen, instead of being led by slaves and ministers.

Amanhotep is still young. If there is such a princess who is equivalent to a queen, the country will be more stable.

Thinking of his beloved concubine who had just died, Nakhat couldn't help but sigh, and began to plan the next step: "Zulita, my daughter, do you think Amenhotep treats you well?"

Xining's scalp began to tingle again when he heard that this young father was going to start cheating his own daughter again.

Instead, he avoided the crux of the question: "My brothers are very good to my daughter."

I always feel that Zulita doesn’t want to be a princess. Amenhotep is quite good. He is the most kind-hearted of the four surviving sons and will definitely treat her well. But with such a character, she must have a queen to support her.

Although Senofre was ruthless, he matched Amenhotep perfectly. The queen could also give orders that the pharaoh did not give.

But the royal battle was too cruel. Sometimes the queen killed the pharaoh and appointed a brother as the pharaoh. This happened one after another for thousands of years. In comparison, Sulita, who was smart, handled things properly, and loved her brother, was more suitable to be the queen.
Chapter completed!