Chapter 9 Chapter VII

The night watchman is hungry.The blond dog licks its owner's calm face.Although Ramses woke up, he still lingered in a sweet dream.In his dream, he embraced the carcass of a beloved woman. Her breasts were like overripe apples, her red lips were as soft as sweet reeds, and her legs were as sensitive as vines. A dream... no, it's not a dream!She really exists, her name is Esther, and she pays for him, allowing him to discover the joy of love. The night guard didn't care about the prince's memory, and let out a few desperate barks.Ramses finally realized the urgency of the situation, and immediately took it to the imperial kitchen, where it ate voraciously.As soon as it cleaned up the rice in the bowl, he took it to the stable for a walk.

There are some very strong horses that are kept under strict health checks and constant maintenance.The night watchman watched warily as the long-legged quadrupeds--they often move unexpectedly-- trotted warily behind their masters. Some grooms are laughing at a new apprentice who is holding a basket full of horse dung in agony.One of them tripped him, and the sufferer fell from the basket, whose contents fell right in front of the prince. "Pick it up!" A guy in his fifties with a fleshy face like a prison boss shouted from behind. The poor fellow turned and Ramses recognized who he was.

"Amenes!" the Prince rushed forward, overthrew the groom, and lifted up his trembling friend. "Why are you here?" Due to mental trauma, the young man muttered an answer that no one could understand. At this moment, an angry hand fell on Ramses' shoulder. "Hey, you... who are you? How dare you come here to meddle in your own business?" Ramses elbowed his chest and pushed the interrogator away, who fell backwards on his back.Angry at making a fool of himself, the man twisted his lips into a grin, and immediately summoned his companions. "We're going to teach them manners, these arrogant bastards . . . "

The blond dog began to bark, gnashing its teeth. "Get out of the way," Ramses said to Yameni. The clerk could not move at all. Against six, Ramses has no chance of winning, but if the grooms are too conceited, he still has a little hope of rushing out of the enemy's line with brute force.The strongest of them all rushed at him, but the latter's fists missed, and the assailant stood up, not knowing where to go, and then fell hard again.The groom's two accomplices suffered the same consequences. Ramses was very thankful that he had studied martial arts diligently. These people only want to win easily by brute force, and they don't know how to fight at all!The night policeman who had bitten the calf of the fourth man and then ran away to avoid being beaten had returned to join the fight.Amene closed her eyes and wept.

The grooms hesitated again, because only the children of nobles knew these numbers. "Where are you from?" "Six to one, are you afraid?" The most excited one brandished a knife with a sneer. "You have a handsome face, but an accident can disfigure you." The prince's eyes aimed at the sharp knife, and in order to scare the prince, the groom drew circles like a trick.Ramses remained motionless, letting the man circle around him, while the dog only wanted to protect its master. "Sit down, night watchman!" "Well! Do you like the beast? . . . It's so ugly it's not worth living."

"Attack the opponent who is stronger than you first." Ramses was not afraid at all, an infinite power rose in his heart, a fury to fight against despicable injustice. Before his opponents were ready, the prince rammed and knocked down two of them, just in time to avoid the vengeful blade of the opponent. "Stop, boys!" a groom yelled. A sedan chair had just passed the stable porch.The ornate sedan chair proves the importance of the owner's identity. The owner of the sedan chair rests on a high pillow on his back, his feet are on a low stool, his forearm rests on the armrest, and his head is protected by a parasol. A perfumed cloth.In his twenties, with a round, almost moon-shaped face, with puffed cheeks, small chestnut eyes, and thick lips that seem to be gluttonous, this is a royal nobleman, well-bred and loathes all sports, he is heavy The ground is on the shoulders of the twelve porters, and the porters exchange their labor for generous treatment.

The grooms fled in all directions.Ramesses came face to face with the visitor while his dog licked Yamenes' calf to soothe the wounded man. "Ramesses, you came to the stable again... It turns out that you and those beasts are good friends." "Shayna! What are you doing in such a notorious place?" "I came to inspect, and the Pharaoh asked me to do so. The future monarch must know his kingdom." "You came just in time." "what you mean?" "About this young scribe, Amene. Here are six grooms who have punished him with hard labor and abused him."

Shane smiled. "My poor Ramesses, you are so ill-informed! Your young friend concealed from you the punishment he suffered?" The prince turned to the speechless Amenes. "The new clerk dared to correct a superior who immediately made a strong complaint. I think a day's service in the stables would do the best for this pompous man. Carrying manure and hay will teach him to Bow down." "Yamenes has no strength at all." Xie Na ordered the porter to stop the sedan chair.Immediately his attendant set up a stool, helped his master put on his shoes, and helped him down.

"Come on," Shayna demanded. "I have something I want to talk to you in private." Ramses left Yameni in the care of the night police. The two brothers took a few steps under the shaded tiled canopy.Xie Na is short and strong, slightly obese, and seems to have stepped into a state of pampering, while Ramses is tall, agile and strong, just a young man in high spirits.The former's voice is sweet and frivolous, while the latter's voice is deep and bright.There are few similarities between the two, except that they are both the sons of the Pharaoh. "Cancel your decision," Ramses demanded.

"Forget about that malnourished kid, let's get back to business. Shouldn't you leave the capital as soon as possible?" "No one forced me." "Well, now I give you a formal order." "Why should I listen to you?" "Have you forgotten my place and your own?" "Should I be glad we're brothers?" "Stop mocking me, and just mind your own running, swimming, and fitness. If one day, father and I choose, you may even get a job in the standing regiment. It's a privilege to serve the country. Boy, the vibe in Memphis isn't doing you any favors."

"In the last few weeks, I've gotten used to the environment in Memphis." "Don't make useless resistance, and don't make me ask father to make a cruel decision. Quietly prepare to leave and disappear. In two or three weeks, I will tell you where to go." "What about Amene?" "I've said it already, forget about your poor little traitor, I hate repeating the same words. Last but not least, don't go to Esther again, you forgot that she despises losers."