Chapter 43 In the final chapter, we will meet again and never forget our past lives

"I'm afraid I can only accompany you for a limited time." When she said this, she was helping him untie his hair and take off his cloak as usual. He was startled, then turned around, took her cool hand, and sat down with her.Her hair was dyed a beautiful dark blue to complement her aqua blue eyes.For so many years, her appearance seems to have never changed, with a straight nose and a small chin, it seems that time has stood still on her body.But they already have three lovely children, and they have lived together day and night for nearly ten years. He looked at her, her reflection in his amber eyes.Her eyes were as transparent as the clear sky, and her smile was calm and sad.I couldn't help feeling a little resentful in my heart, and the words I said were a little excited, "Aren't the records in the history books and all the arrangements already arranged according to your so-called 'future'?"

Twenty years ago, the eve of the Battle of Kadesh. She buried her head into his chest and whispered in his ear, the only way to be with him. "There is only one last resort. I must die in this history..." There is only one future.Ivy from the future must withdraw from this history.Regardless of death or erasure of time and space, if she stays here, the spiral of fate will never stop.There will never be a result between her and him.It is absolutely impossible to wish to change history, she boldly made a hypothesis. People's judgments on history all come from the speculation of historical books, murals and traces of ancient relics.If everything that remains is logical, then no one will know what really happened at that time.

This is the blind spot of history. She wants to take advantage of this blind spot and stay in this time and space.In the battle of Kadesh, she jumped into the water, trying to cause a state of suspended animation, and then her existence in this time and space can be completely destroyed.She can reappear in this history with a new identity.That night, she told him about her plans.She asked him to follow their plan and write history as if it were seen in the future. He disagreed with her taking risks. The water of the Orente River was cold and swift, so if he jumped, he was not sure that he would be able to salvage her.The two couldn't stop arguing, but at this moment Hittite attacked——

But things got completely out of control after that.In order to save the lives of the soldiers in the valley, Ivy went up to the high platform by herself. When the situation improved, the pharaoh's personal bodyguards were surrounded by diehard loyalists from the old nobles. Regardless of the pharaoh's order, Ivy shot an arrow at Princess Ivy without authorization.Fortunately or unfortunately, just a few seconds before that, Ivy pushed Yali and jumped into the Orente River in order to delay the time. But what no one knows is that at the critical moment, the Eye of Horus will be reassembled by the four secret treasure keys and restore its vitality.

In the cold river, surrounded by darkness, no one except Yali knew what happened.But Yali, who was salvaged, seemed completely unwilling to mention anything about Ivy. He jumped into the river again, but no matter how hard he searched, he couldn't find her. Think about it carefully, the past of so many years, the interlaced time and space.It seemed that, in the end, he always believed her again and again, and then was abandoned by her again and again.At that time, he thought, forget it, her life has already been ruined by her, so what else do you want from him.Whether she died or returned to her own time and space, he didn't want to care about it.

However, seven days have passed, one month has passed, and three months have passed... Unwillingness and anger are temporary emotions, completely unable to support the fear of losing her.He finally surrendered to his weakness.At first, according to what she said, weaved a huge lie. The huge harem and the astonishing number of heirs may seem absurd, but they are actually illusions.Women were taken into the harem, and they were taken to remote areas of Egypt before they met the pharaoh, and they were placed in a good noble family.The children they gave birth to would receive special care from the Egyptian royal family and be recorded as the descendants of the Egyptian Pharaoh, but they would never have the right to inherit.The historian could not see the pharaoh, so he could only write history according to the wishes of the priesthood.Ritah and Mentus, in all known circumstances, obeyed the pharaoh's instructions and recorded Egypt in the history books.

After doing so many things, since the gods are willing to bring her back to him, then fate should have let her go and acquiesced in their love. "Think of Morenpta, Kamowaset, and Bantanana." He took her into his arms, twisting his fingers around her soft hair, "They are still growing, Bantanana, just learned Walking on his own, Kamowaset can already understand the text, and Moren Putta, he will definitely become a wise monarch... Don't you want to watch them grow up? After so many years, nothing will happen. " Her eye sockets began to turn sore, she took a deep breath, and then said sullenly, "I have a heart attack."

He was startled, and it took a long time before he replied, "Don't be stupid, you are not always healthy now..." At this point, he suddenly couldn't continue. She leaned on his chest and continued: "My mother died of heart disease, and my father's family also has such a family history. Princess Ivy is related to me by blood. She is my distant cousin, and she also has heart disease. This disease can be well controlled in the future, but here, I am afraid that there will be a danger of killing me at any time." During the moment of silence, she reached out and hugged him, "But I'm still very happy to stay here and be with you."

Spend a long life alone, and spend ten years with the person you love day and night.For her, the choice was easy. "I think these ten years have been the happiest ten years of my life." "Until the day I leave you, always, stay by my side, okay?" Later, when she got sick, she no longer deliberately avoided him.Every time her lips would turn blue and her hands and feet would become cold.When she was twitching, she only held his hand tightly, gritted her teeth, and didn't say a word of complaint. He was skeptical about the existence of God.And from the first time she fell ill in front of him, he began to pray three times a day, or it should be said to pray.He built huge temples for the gods and held extravagant sacrificial activities, regardless of money or labor.

But life and death are always destiny. The strongest force cannot ward off death, the richest king cannot buy life, and the greatest leader cannot command death. Queen Isis Neft died one early winter morning. When she was dying, she was in the arms of Pharaoh. Her expression was as peaceful as when talking to him. If it weren't for the fact that her lips were bruised and purple, she would have fallen into a sweet dream. Ramses did not immediately send her to the temple for the necessary sacrifices and mummification required for reincarnation. He let her lean on him like this, held her hand, and said something to her softly.

All the courtiers, waiters, and priests stayed outside the palace and did not dare to disturb them. But as the day passed, they began to worry that if this dragged on, the queen's soul would soon dissipate and could not be reincarnated again. The prince Morenpta, Kamowaset and the little princess Bantanana begged their father and king to send their mother as soon as possible outside the palace, and then went to the side of the god Osiris. Ramses turned a deaf ear. Prince Moren Puta forced his way in, kneeling on the ground crying and pleading. Immediately Kamoisette also came in, and the little princess Bantanana was only four years old. Seeing her two older brothers weeping, she too was frightened and burst into tears. The waiter and the priest plucked up their courage, walked in, and knelt down together. Pharaoh finally turned around.One day and one night, he seemed to have aged ten years. He ordered weakly: "You all go down, let me have a few more words with the queen... If she is reincarnated, I will never find her again." At this point, the maids were already weeping secretly. After another half day, Li Tahe came in person and said to the Pharaoh through the door: "Your Majesty, if Her Highness the Queen can't be reincarnated, how can she come back from the future to meet you...to meet again." There was no reply for a long time. Reitah sighed slightly, turned and left. Ramses pinched Isis Neft's cold and stiff hand, brushed her fallen hair aside, and said with a wry smile, "They all urged me to let you go, you are so stubborn." "You still want to stay with me for a while, don't you?" "Where did you just say?" "By the way, you used to like the bazaar the most. You have been to Memphis and Thebes, and you are so excited every time." "I'm in the new capital—Bi Ramses, and I will definitely build the largest bazaar in West Asia. Then we will go together again." "At that time, I will let them stack countless paper boats, and we will put them in the river together. Or build a huge wall, engraved with the flower patterns you like." "Why don't you talk? Are you unhappy?" "Then, this time, let's not take Morenpta, Kamowaset and Bantanana, just the two of us." "I'll buy you what you like." "Hey, do you remember? The first time we met." "I'm old, and I've somewhat forgotten which time we first met in my memory." "You're driving me crazy and confusing me." "Remind me please?" "Hey, my queen. Don't be willful again." "If you don't speak, I will punish you!" "Would you like to talk?" "No matter where you are going, will you remember me? Will you come to me again?" "You promised me." "You promise me, I will believe everything!" "I beg you... ok?" "... Wei?" "Wei..." The morning light shines on Ramses II, who is holding his beloved queen. Isis Neft, one morning when Ramses was fifty years old, bid farewell to her beloved Egypt and her beloved Pharaoh forever. The funeral was as low-key as ever, and almost no one knew of her departure. Only two funerals, reached Thebes on the day of the funeral. One from the Far North—Jari Argonauer.He sent the Hittite princess, who had a pale blue eye.According to legend, among the buried people, there are similar looks, which can bless the reincarnation of the buried person. The other, delivered by someone unknown, was packed in a black bag.When opened, red light filled the room.The Eye of Horus seems to transcend time and space and become infinite eternity. Ramses put the Eye of Horus sent by the mysterious man on Isis Neft's chest and accompanied her to the burial. The Hittite princess was cruelly sent to the sacrificial courtyard, and made a living sacrifice according to the ancient sacrificial method. The low-key and mournful ceremony was held in the royal temple, which lasted for a whole month. Craftsmen carved the most exquisite and romantic murals for the queen's tomb.The attendants placed the most precious and magnificent treasures of Egypt around her body. Ramses himself made a book of reincarnation for her using the best stone materials. The general meaning of the inscription is to pray for her to cross the infinite cycle and return to his side. The door of the tomb was shut tightly.The slaves buried the tomb deeply, and the craftsmen continued to build the tombs of other nobles on top of the queen's tomb according to the pharaoh's order. The body of Isis Neft in this life can never return to the pharaoh who loved her so much. Three years later, all the fortifications were completed. Pharaoh used the craftsmen, slaves, and priests who were doing the fortifications as living sacrifices. The brutal and absurd reputation of Ramses in his later years reached its peak. So much so that, many years later, when people saw the words written by Ramses in the Book of Reincarnation recorded by a craftsman, they would sneer. "This kind of shameless, cruel, bragging fool, how could he have any love, it's all the fantasy of future generations!" "Even the famous Nefertari, didn't he gradually fall out of favor later?" "Otherwise, how could he marry so many wives!" Thus, the truth of history, from the moment Ramses bid farewell to Isis Neft, was forever buried under the long yellow sand. London 2012 The sunset glow is like poppies in full bloom, covering the darkening sky. The driver parked the car at the entrance of the hotel. The doorman opened the door and greeted the people in the car with a unique London accent, "Mr. Mordiet, the weather is really nice today, isn't it?" The person in the car nodded slightly, and then slowly got out of the car.The short hair was combed neatly behind his head, and the dark background was mixed with a bit of gray and white, which was quite different from his youthful appearance. He walked towards the hotel with a slightly tired pace, when suddenly his phone rang.At that moment, the maturity and ease on his face disappeared suddenly, and he pressed the connection button hastily, with subtle and imperceptible expectations in his blue eyes. And as the person on the phone continued to talk, the light in his eyes gradually weakened, and finally there was a long silence. "Okay, keep looking." Ivy has been missing for three years. All the manpower, material resources, and financial resources were mobilized, but there was no trace.She and Winter Tia are like evaporated water droplets, never ending again. Ai Xian instinctively felt that Ivy went to a mysterious and unknown time and space, just like the crazy Tissy in the family.I was reluctant in every possible way, but I still asked people to investigate various historical materials and antiques from the era of Ramses II in ancient Egypt. nothing. Maybe they'll never see Ivy again. Marquis Mordiet's health is getting worse day by day, and the huge group is all managed by Ai Xian.Huge responsibilities and pressure went hand in hand, and Ai Xian's hair began to turn gray in just three years. In the wallet that I carry with me, there is a photo of Ivy.With water-blue eyes and light-blond hair, she seemed to be always by their side and never left. He sighed, pulled himself together, and walked towards the hotel. Today is another auction of ancient West Asian items.Although she returned disappointed every time, Ai Xian never gave up on participating in the auction house's activities every two months.When the receptionist at the door saw him coming, he quickly got up and invited him in, and sat in the VIP seat at the front. Picking up a glass of Lisling, Ai Xian thought of Ivy again.There are thousands of bottles of expensive wine at home, but she just loves this kind of sweet German liquor. Maybe young girls like sweet things.When he was in a daze, a stranger came over and said to him softly: "Mr. Mordiet, there are some rare items today, maybe you are interested." Ai Xian raised his head, the man still said in a low voice , "Before the public auction, we would like to introduce you as a regular customer first, as a thank you for your love for us all the time." Ai Xian followed that person and left the venue. Walk through a long and straight corridor, pass through a security door equipped with a facial recognition system, take a private elevator, and then walk into a storage room with constant temperature and zero humidity. Ai Xian remembered that when she went to look for Ivy at Earl Tiya's house the year before last, whether it was the superintendent, bodyguard, or detective, they were all amazed by the huge collection in the mansion.But at this time, walking in the long and narrow storage room, he actually had the feeling of going to Winter's house.Through the various wooden carved glass doors, you can see the rare treasures in each room. The guide said unhurriedly: "Three years ago, Baron Tia left a legally binding document, if he did not return within three years, all his properties would be auctioned off and then sent to a Jewish-related fund. " The footsteps stopped in the deepest room in the corridor, the guide opened the door, bowed and said to Ai Xian, "Please come in." Warm orange lighting fills the plain interior, and ancient items are packed in glass cabinets, with details clearly visible.There is detailed labeling under each item, and even a translation of the text engraved on it. Ai Xian knew that Wen Te was proficient in ancient Egyptian archeology, and he could miraculously read all the texts of the major countries in West Asia thousands of years ago.At that time, he only regarded him as an antique dealer, knowledgeable and erudite.But after going through so many things, he finally began to realize that many years ago, the relationship between the Mordiet family and that ancient era had been constantly involved. The golden collar, the blue hippopotamus, the Wang family's hair accessories...Winter's collections are all high-quality goods. On a small table in the deepest part of the room, Ai Xian saw several old papyrus books.The label below reads—"A Craftsman's Notebook." Then there was Winter's own annotation: it recorded the location of the tomb of Isis Neft, the mysterious queen of Ramses II.The queen's tomb is priceless, and it is one of the few queen's tombs that has not been discovered so far. The tomb of the queen, which means countless gold and silver treasures.If one can be the first to discover it, it must be a considerable fortune.The value of this dilapidated tome is obviously much higher than its appearance.Ai Xian got a little closer, and the guide said, "Mr. Mordiet, you can only read the Earl's translation of this document after you take it." Aixin paused.He is not interested in the Queen's Tomb, but he always feels that he should not miss this note.He signed a staggering amount of checks.The guide put the document into the box, and then gave him the translated photocopy, "There is only one copy of this photocopy in the world, so you can use it with confidence." Ai Xian walked out of the storage room and returned to the auction hall.The dignitaries surrounded the dangling hammer and paid for the fragments of ancient culture.Ai Xian suddenly lost interest in all that.He sat in a small corner of the garden outside the hall, opened the craftsman's notes, and looked at them casually. This is a very rare female craftsman.She was originally a helper in Deir Medina, and later became Isis Neft's handmaiden.Later, Isis Neft sent her to learn writing and craftsmanship.Years later, the queen died.She herself asked to build a mausoleum for the queen, and was willing to die. From her original intention, she was definitely unwilling to reveal any information about the queen's tomb.Reflected in the notes, although there are a lot of descriptions about the tomb and the queen herself, it is difficult to judge the specific location of the tomb. Perhaps for Winter, this kind of record about the location is very obvious, but for modern people, it is almost impossible to find out the location of the mausoleum from this few words.Thinking of the check he had just signed, Ai Xian twitched the corner of his mouth and read on. Unexpectedly, it also describes the doting of Pharaoh Ramses II on Isis Neft, describing their love in a poetic and picturesque way. At that moment, there was only inexplicable sadness in my heart. Ai Xian raised her head, took a deep breath, and then remembered that many years ago, Ivy sat opposite him, happily talking about her thesis on ancient Egypt when she applied for admission.Or even earlier, sitting next to him on the plane to London and foolishly splashing water on his chest. if…… Then he erased all assumptions after that. Look back at the notes in your hand again. In the last paragraph, in a small corner, I saw familiar Chinese characters.Baron Tiya, who doesn't understand Chinese, didn't translate it, but just copied it down. And Ai Xian's movements froze. The night wind blew, and the photocopied copy in his hand was flipped over. In the auction hall, people were holding signs in full swing, waiters occasionally walked by, and there were faint sounds of cars passing by not far away. He is still there, but time continues, like the endless Nile, flowing into the established and distant future. The river rushes forward, and the undercurrents continue.Every time it is flipped, countless unknown stories are buried. But people take their self-righteousness for granted, assume everything that happened, and laugh at the reality that is different from their imagination... In the last paragraph of the notes, the craftsman wrote: "On the Book of Reincarnation, he only carved the following words. He said: 'Wei—we promise to meet again, and we will not forget our past lives.'" I hope that in my next life, I can also encounter such a precious love...