Chapter 4 Conquering the Prime Minister of Ancient Egypt (3)

"System." Marry Old was calmer than before, her ash gray eyes restored to their original transparent, sparkling appearance, she silently called out the name of the system, she wanted the system to give her some kind of immortality medicine, in case It doesn't hurt even if it hurts.

"System, system..." Marry Old called again and again, but no one answered.

Torn system! Dare to fool her again, trick her and then disappear, wait for this grandma to return to her planet, if she doesn't knock down the research institute of that bastard Pain, her name will be written backwards!

While Marry Old was still mumbling curses, from outside came a woman and a little girl.

The woman has dark skin, seems to have to work hard, so her skin is dry, and there are a few dry cracks that look like fish scales, the highlight on her face is clear black eyes.

On her head was a thin scarf that covered her eyebrows, the clothes on her body were exactly like the ones she was wearing, both made of donkey skin and wrapped with a rattan whip, which looked stronger than Teng Ku's yarn. .

The baby girl, although inheriting the same dark skin as her mother, but her skin was much softer, her big bright eyes stared at her intently, she seemed to see small stars radiating from her person. , the corner of her mouth curled up in a bright smile, her small hand patted softly, cheering, and then pointed at her.

"Mom, she's awake." Lastve happily jumped up and ran towards her, who sat on the sheepskin mattress and looked at her curiously.

"You have such beautiful eyes, no one I've met has such big, bright gray eyes." Lastve's small lips curled up, staring admiringly at Marry Old.

"Thank you, you're beautiful too." Marry Old doesn't like children very much because they are too noisy, but this lovely baby in front of her gives her an indescribable sense of simplicity and closeness, she caressed her curly hair.

"Girl, you don't look like the people in our village, where are you from? Did you get lost from other countries to trade?"

Last night Rauye's husband, on his way back from the village of Luti, on his way back from a business trip, when he was passing through a small desert, he saw a strangely dressed girl with shoulder-length brown hair lying on the side of the road.

Guess she was lost with her small merchant group, because in the past, there were also many people who went through the desert to meet a sandstorm but got lost with the group, often going here to stay for a few days as a refugee, so her husband took her come here.

Marry Old showed a panicked expression, her eyes quickly rose to a thin layer of water, she blinked pitifully: "Yes, I followed my father in a small village in the country of Babylon to come here to trade cloth. I was afraid to meet robbers in the middle of the road, they took all my possessions and took me away, but in the middle of the road I was lucky to escape. On the way here, I was hungry and thirsty, and met a sandstorm."

What, acting is her profession, she blinked so that two tears fell down her pink and white cheeks, creating a bitter feeling for the opposite person.

Her gentle face showed sympathy and pain, she quickly took a small handkerchief and brought it in front of Marry Old: "Girl, don't cry. We won't send you away, just stay here for a while."

"Really? Thank you, you are so kind." Marry Old took the towel from her hand and lifted it to wipe the corner of her red eyes.

When she saw her husband bring this girl home, Mrs. Rauye did not complain or feel troubled, because sometimes her village would receive a few lost people with small traders, allowing them to stay for a week or a few days.

Most of those people brought their own personal belongings and gold and silver, in exchange for food from the villagers. But this girl was not like that, when she was brought back, she did not have any personal belongings.

What surprised her the most was that her ash gray eyes were quite special, the small traders in the neighboring countries she met did not have gray eyes like her, perhaps she came from a country from a long time ago. very far away.

The conditions in the house are also not good, now accepting a stranger girl, perhaps it will be even more difficult, but Mrs. Rauye does not have the heart to send this poor girl away.

"Girl, what's your name?" Mrs. Rauye asked her curiously.

In this world she was a person who shouldn't exist so to avoid others doubting her name, she created a fake name for herself.

"My name is Lins." Marry Old smiled in response to her words.

Mrs. Rauye's gentle brown eyes exuded a ray of sympathy, she lowered her head and stroked her daughter's curly hair, instructing her: "Now mom has to go cook, I'm a guest here, I'll take you with me." Let's go out and play."

"Yes." Latsve's beautiful brown eyes lit up, her tiny hands grabbed Marry Old hands, pulling her out.

Marry Old nodded to Mrs. Rauye and sped up her steps to follow the excitement of the little girl holding her hand.

As soon as he stepped out of the small brick house, Marry Old was surprised by the scene before his eyes. This is a small village located at the foot of big majestic mountains, giant mountains, towering like a retaining wall surrounding the simple small village.

Maybe it's spring here, so she can see the red flowers in the sun on the distant mountain tops, the gentle breeze carrying the fragrance of flowers into her nose, far away. there was also a small river that seemed to flow from the giant mountains far away to the edge of this village.

It seems that the climate and soil conditions here are quite good, so the trees are green, flocks of pigeons are flying down to the ground to peck the rice grains scattered by the people.

A romantic and poetic scene different from the inside of that old brick house.

"So beautiful." Marry Old suddenly exclaimed.

"Does Lins like my village?" Latsve saw her ash gray eyes looking around blankly, then pulled her hand and asked.

"I like it, I like Lastve too." Marry Old red and pink lips draw a beautiful smile.

"I like you too." Lastve lit up, the little girl excitedly pulled her hand to tour around.

The people here were all like the clothes she was wearing, clothes made of fleece to keep warm, but the men only wore half of the left shoulder, and the right shoulder was bare.

Now is the afternoon when she comes, everyone is leading the donkey back home after a hard day's work, laughter and laughter resounded, the sunset light like a fairy gently gliding across her innocent face, kindness of the people in the village.

"Everyone, it's me." Latsve saw the villagers from afar and waved his tiny hand, his voice ringing.

"Latsve, why are you out here alone?" A man with toned copper skin put down a bunch of vegetables and ran over to pick Lastve up.

Then the villagers' eyes fell on the girl walking behind Lastve, a girl with long brown hair and vivid ash gray eyes, skin as white as porcelain flowers, and elegant high nose wings. combined with red and pink lips as plump as ripe peaches, a soul-catching beauty like a demon seduce people.