wear it lord god

Chapter 349 The Princess Who Refused to Get Married 18
The criminal who was executed was charged with killing a nobleman.

The man went to steal, but he was discovered unexpectedly. In a panic, he pushed the nobleman down. The nobleman's head touched a hard object and died.

When the man was brought up, his son cried and hugged the condemned prisoner.

As soon as he saw the familiar face and burly figure of the condemned prisoner, Xining vaguely knew who he was.And the 9-year-old son holding his thigh like a pillar will be Akhenaten, the commander of the big brother army in the future.

Sure enough, when Nakhart saw the death row prisoner was tall and big, with chestnut flesh all over his body, he couldn't help feeling a little bit smart, and asked about the charges in detail.

Prisoners make a living by transporting at the pier, and they have a lot of strength.Because one of the two sons was sick, he had no money for medical treatment, and he couldn't borrow money, so he took the risk in a moment of urgency.Unfortunately, the first time I went to steal, I was caught.A nobleman of royal blood was overthrown and fell to his death.The son still died of illness and committed a capital crime.

Xining rolled his eyes. With this body, he would be conspicuous wherever he went. If he was a thief, he could be a robber.If you become a robber, but the nobles are afraid and give the money, it will not be so much.

As long as no one is killed, even ordinary nobles, the pharaoh can find an amnesty, at worst, cut out his tongue and enter the palace as a slave.

If you want to die now, if this nobleman has a little royal blood, then he must die.

Nakhart thought the same way, and stared angrily: "Why don't you come to the officials to serve as soldiers if you lack money?"

Someone next to him told him with trepidation that not everyone can be a soldier any time he says he wants to be a soldier, and civilians who want to be soldiers must have no criminal records, no inappropriate remarks, and many other restrictions within three generations.

Nakhart said solemnly: "Write down, any civilian who is short of money can go to the officials and ask to be a soldier. Those who are in poor health can be sent to the front line, and those who are in good health can be recommended to be city guards and bodyguards."

The historian next to him immediately wrote down quickly on the papyrus with a quill pen dipped in ink, that Pharaoh was God, and God's word was the law.

Xining knew that this prisoner was bound to die. In the previous plot, Nakhart took in his son Akhenaten.Akhenaten studied hard in the palace, and later even the second prince with strong force was difficult to win, and became the commander of Amanhotep's army.

In the end, the third prince raided the barracks with all the soldiers and horses, and Akhenaten was captured against dozens of people, and his head was beheaded in front of the owner.

Xi Ning couldn't help feeling a pain in his heart, and it hurt so much that his heart throbbed again.Hurry up and try hard to suppress it, and forcefully get rid of the feeling of being the master of the body.This body owner, playing a good hand of cards is not worth it, and he always feels distressed.Distressed for this, distressed for that, so distressed, simply accept it all.

It won't work if you take them all, your body won't be able to bear it.Look at Akhenaten's father, he is so big, and Akhenaten eats, drinks, and exercises in the palace, and his muscles will become stronger and his martial arts will be superb in the future.With him alone, he couldn't stand the night when the body master was sent to the front line.

No matter how restrained Akhenaten was, the body owner was still lying in the military tent unable to move.

The half-dead look made the third prince extremely ashamed and annoyed, he didn't care if he was talented or not, so he chopped it off with a "click".If Akhenaten was still alive, the third prince might not have killed the second prince when he returned to the palace with his lord.

Xining said softly, "Father, since the prisoner can't be kept, it seems that his son is in good health..."

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

"Yes!" The condemned prisoner knelt there, lowered his head, trembling all over.And Akhenaten has been pulled away, kneeling beside him crying with tears all over his face.

Nakhart winked, and the officials next to him immediately asked someone to pull Akhenaten up.

"How old is he?" Nakhart asked dignifiedly.

Knowing that this child, who is as tall as a 13-year-old child, is only 9 years old, Nakhat was moved.In any dynasties, those who advocated force were all talents who were tall and majestic.Such a physique, with such well-proportioned muscles, is rare in the whole territory.Look at this strong muscle, probably only the Nubians who have been holding rough spears on the grasslands and chasing antelopes have.

Xi Ning stepped aside and said, "The princes seem to be short of a suitable companion."

In the middle of Nakhart's arms, he said: "Killing nobles is an unforgivable crime. I can't forgive your sin, but I can take care of your son. Your son will enter the palace to accompany the princes, and learn martial arts and calligraphy with them. Would you like to?"

Hearing this, the condemned prisoner immediately pressed his forehead to the ground. This time his whole body trembled not because of the pharaoh's divine power, but because of his excitement: "Great Pharaoh, your god-like light shines on my son. Thank you for your kindness. I am willing to die. Guarding in your tomb, may my humble soul stop anyone who would disturb the peace of Pharaoh."

Willing to be mummified after death and placed in the tomb of the pharaoh.

Nakhart was immediately in a happy mood, thought for a while and announced: "Give the name Akhenaten. The prisoner will be exempted from hanging and given poison." As a guard guarding the mausoleum, don't hang the corpse on the pole for everyone to see.

The minister who was going to give advice looked at the little princess sadly, he also thought of this idea, why did the little princess take the lead?Look how happy the pharaoh is, there is an extra guard in the tomb, and he even named the other's son.

The condemned prisoner was untied and knelt there, thanking Pharaoh for his kindness.Giving a name is a great grace. From then on, his son will enter the palace, and he will definitely no longer be a commoner.

"Father, go back to the palace." Xining subconsciously didn't want to make Akhenaten too sad, so he added: "You and your son say goodbye for the last time, don't worry, my father will take good care of Akhenaten Suddenly."

"It's Princess Su Lita." The official reminded.

So the condemned prisoner thanked Princess Sulita again.

"Father, father~" Akhenaten cried and rushed over, hugging his father's burly body tightly.

Xi Ning has already raised his hand and asked the slave who carried the sedan chair to pick up the sedan chair and leave.Such a tragic difference between life and death, it's better not to let the body owner see it, she doesn't want to have another angina.

When the condemned prisoner picked up the bowl containing the poison, Akhenaten had already been pulled away, turning his head crying as he walked.

"Go ahead and serve His Majesty and His Highnesses well." The condemned prisoner watched the child's back, and drank the poison with a smile.He is all for the children, and now the children have a better future, even if he dies a hundred times, he is happy.

I am very grateful to the gods for taking care of his son...

At this time, Xi Ning was already exhausted, leaning on the chair, limp into a puddle of mud.Du Ya hurriedly wiped the sweat from her neck and arms with a towel soaked in well water, and handed her honey water.

After drinking the honey water, in a daze, Xining felt something, the body owner seemed very happy.

Don't be too happy, the pharaoh and the prince are still full of thoughts about wanting the body master to be the queen.If the four princes give up their hearts and get the best results, there is a long way to go.

(End of this chapter)