Chapter 6 Conquering the Prime Minister of Ancient Egypt (5)

"Latsve hurry up and get your mother some vegetables." Knowing that Mrs. Rauye would refuse her, she asked Lastve to bring her food.

No matter what, she does not refuse her daughter, there is no mother in the world who does not love her child.

A mother's love for her child surpasses wealth,

"Mom, you want to eat." Lastve obeyed Marry Old, she used her tiny hands to scoop up some vegetables from the plate and put them in Mrs. Rauye's bowl.

"Okay, mom, eat here."

At first, seeing Marry Old action, she was surprised, then she planned to save it and not eat, but her daughter's bright brown eyes kept staring at her waiting for her to finish the food on her plate, she couldn't refuse anymore.

Then Mrs. Rauye carried the dishes to the back of the dishwasher, and ordered Lastve to take her to bed.

Latsve obediently ran to take the old blanket from the thick sack and lay it on the brick bed lined with a sheepskin.

"I'll sleep here tonight." Lastve's tiny face spoke to her very seriously, as if afraid she would roll off the bed.

"Okay, thank you." Marry Old stroked her pretty little head.

Marry Old didn't know what time it was, there was nothing here that could tell the time, only the dark and gloomy sky.

In front of Lins is a vast flower field stretching to the feet of nuns and far away. The white flowers bloom brilliantly under the blazing sun, each cold wind gently blows, causing the flower buds to sway in the wind, bringing the fragrant scent to blend into the sky.

On the other side of the field are beautiful red flowers, they bring a sense of nobility, indescribable elegance, on the delicate petals like butterfly wings, there are still a few drops of morning dew glittering like pearls.

Since childhood, Lins has studied plants with her father, so she is very fond of such natural flowers, she enjoys walking along the small path between two flower paths, her small white feet stand out. In the field of crimson flowers, the smile on her lips was brighter than the beautiful flowers.

"Miss Lins, you're so pretty." Lastve chased after him admiringly looking at Teng Xu.

In the field there are small paths for people to conveniently water the plants, Lastve excitedly pulled her into a narrow path that stretched across the flower field, her eyes lit up when she saw the flowers in full bloom. .

"Look, these flowers are about to be harvested."

Lins looked at the flowers Lastve pointed to, her slender fingers reaching out to touch the petals, a warm, soft sensation seeping into her skin.

"What flower is this? So beautiful!" Dang Khu said softly.

"This is the Esifh Flower, they can only live where the air temperature is medium, low like here, if it is too hot, it will die, and if it is too cold, it will not sprout. Because the climate in this village is always cool and chilly, it is suitable for the breeding conditions of this flower."

Seeing Lins questioning gaze, Mrs. Rauye walked over to her side and explained to her.

Lins looked at the women carrying a rattan basket on their shoulders, then gently plucked the flowers blooming in the field with her hands, her brows furrowed in confusion.

"What is this flower used for?"

"Here we will grow it for half a year, then harvest it once, and then have an angel in the palace come buy it and bring it to the palace. Because it has the effect of softening the skin, the nobles in the palace are quite fond of it."

"That's how is it." After listening to Mrs. Rauye's explanation, Lins nodded.

"I already know how to harvest it." As if remembering something exciting, Lastve quickly plucked a flower with her tiny hand and put it in the basket.

"Mom, did I do it right?" After that, the little girl happily looked at Mrs. Rauye for praise.

Then, under the guidance of Mrs. Rauye, Lins gently grasped the dried flower roll, nailed the flower stem and then broke it back to prevent the petals from falling.

Lins is excited about this flower harvest, and she and Lastve are constantly picking from one flower to another. Under the warm sunlight, the girl's white skin like the first snow of the season is radiant in the vast flower forest, the smile on her lips makes the sun melt.

"Wow, that's so much!" Lastve was delighted to see the cotton basket full of piles in his hand and laugh.

When Lins was immersed in the work of picking flowers, she heard whispers around and then fell silent, everyone's faces flashed an unusually respectful and worried glint.

Lins raised his head and saw a man with thick beard, wearing a robe that was slanted over one shoulder, with jeweled jewels on his neck, shining in the sun, his biceps. has a silver chloroplast when walking will make a jingle sound, face is heavily made up with brown eyebrows and red-rimmed eyes.

Walking beside the man were two soldier-like figures wearing short armor that revealed sturdy dark black legs.

The commotion in the field was suddenly silenced by the appearance of that man.

Everyone hastily saluted, they knelt down on the ground and bowed their heads to the ground of the flower garden.

When Lins was still in a daze, Lastve, who was standing beside her, quickly pulled her to her knees: "Sister Lins, this is Beraf next to the pharaoh, please kneel down to salute."

Lins who just woke up, hurriedly lowered her head to the ground, her eyelids were glued to the ground, the surrounding atmosphere seemed to stagnate, only listening to the whisper of the wind, then she heard footsteps approaching. her side.

"You, raise your face for me." The man named Beraf with sharp eyes like hawks observed the girl in front of him making a ceremony, his voice commanding.

"Yes." Lins was calm, she gently raised her head and looked directly into those fierce eagle-like eyes.

"Interesting, first time someone dared to look me in the eye, hahaha." Beraf's cunning eyes flashed a smile, then burst into laughter.

Although he had met many beautiful princesses or messenger princesses from neighboring countries, the beauty of the girl in front of him was really special, an indomitable beauty, a light Her unyielding eyes seemed sharper than any sword, and when she faced him in those vivid ash-gray eyes there was no fear in them.

"But do you know that I hate people who dare look at me? You lowly people, how can you insult me like that?" Seeing that those eyes did not change color, the corner of Beraf's mouth crookedly curved up in a wave to command the two soldiers.