Tegranis was "chiluo" all over his body. Sitting in front of the bathroom of the palace, several young eunuchs held the statue with a silver mirror on the front, back, left and right sides. The remaining several palace barbers were calming down and quickly used pliers and tweezers to remove the temples, hair on the forehead and neck of the elderly King of Kings. After the completion, the barber gently applied the essential oil extracted from the oil of tiger, lion and hippo to Tegranis' braid. After folding it up, the barber sighed and bowed one by one to give him a gift.

At this moment, the King of Kings walked into the steam-floating bathtub. The fragrance of essential oils penetrated into his nostrils, which was a stimulation of spring for him. He now needed this medicine more and more. His body, energy, and ambition could not keep up with each other. He felt like an aging lion whose seeds gradually faded away. He looked at the many young stray lions around him and were trying to save his wife, children and territory. At this time, he saw the plaster avatar placed in the niche opposite the bathtub in the smoke. It was his most

If he was still alive, he should now become the priest of this kingdom? Misaro is so young and beautiful, so loyal and proficient in government affairs. Thinking of this, Tegranis could only sigh, leaning on his back alone, leaning against the edge of the bathhouse. No matter what, he was unwilling to give up this power. Since Yubertnia escorted his son back, he had to publicly execute Little Tegray at the noble meeting during the Holy Mountain Festival and declare the fact that he turned to Parthia.

According to a strange custom in Armenia, or to put it more accurately, it was introduced from the distant ancient Assyrian Empire, within three days before the holy mountain festival. As a king, he must clean himself in the bathroom of the deep palace and find a similar appearance from the people. Whether it is a farmer, slave or a peddler, he will be captured into the palace and put on a crown, which is a "pseudo-king" in the short term. Although ministers, nobles and eunuchs

Everyone knows that this person is a fake, but he still wants to regard him as a real king and must be frugal. The fake king likes the maid and can "go to" her like the real king at any time, but the queen and concubine are naturally not allowed to touch her. On the day of the Holy Mountain Festival, the fake king will be taken off his crown. Dressed beautifully, he will be sent to Mount Aralat to commit suicide to the heavens, calming the gods' dissatisfaction with this king and being killed as the substitute of the real king.

At this time, in the corridor outside the bathroom, the chief guard Gasba walked up with a serious expression. He whispered to the sword-holding officers and soldiers in front of the bathroom door for a while, and then the group of armored soldiers quietly left under the leadership of Gasba. Then, he stepped on the floor and the spurs were jingling. Another group of armored soldiers with Macedonian nose guard helmets came along the corridor. They walked to the door. All the eunuchs standing there dispersed, and then several soldiers pulled the door handle desperately, while the leader raised an iron hook and rammed the huge wrought iron hook hanging on the porch, crossing the front of the door on both sides.

Tegranis in the bathhouse heard the sound outside and became alert. He rushed up all over his body. The floor stained with water was too slippery. He rolled and crawled with his hands to hit him, and pulled the heavy bronze door. Accompanied by the screams of several servants who were napping just now, Tegranis sat dejectedly in front of the door, horror and fear came from all sides - why did the guards formed by his carefully selected noble children suddenly rebelled against him and why!

At this time, in the huge villa behind the palace, all the guards stood there with flags in hand. The mill workers, bakers, meal cooks and laundry slaves who were originally working here were driven to the corner of the wall, and hugged them in a group of silences. Until the queen, Autpeli, who was escorted by a tall indigo warrior, walked in with murderous intent. She saw that all the officers were looking up at her, and she made a promise, "I also wanted to be an enemy of Rome, but now in the situation."

Before, all the ideas were so fragile. The other party's envoy was in the military camp of Atacsetta. All the nobles and generals were unwilling to defect to Parthia. The neighboring Ubertnia and Gerasha all had such an attitude. Armenia did not need to become victims. I would be responsible for telling the king, but the king would not be able to contact any treacherous and favourites during this period. As for the loyal and brave soldiers, the envoys of Rome promised that once the two countries reached a wonderful peace, each of you would have five hundred Drachma rewards and a considerable land."

Then the queen glanced around her, and no soldier raised objections with her sword, so she pointed at Gaspa. The other party immediately stepped forward and knelt halfway in front of her shoulder carriage, "Immediately deal with all the king's favorite concubines, followers, eunuchs, and other offspring, and move quickly. Also, welcome General Libidaus into the palace."

At night, a team of Songming walked out of the barracks and winded up along the city walls and mountain stairways. The crossbows and rod-casting instruments were densely awaited between the walls. Li Bida, who was riding a white horse in front of the queue, was covered with sweat beads on his forehead. During the cold autumn night, the soldiers began to exhale a burst of white breath. He looked at the palace and fortress that reflected the white light in the night, and knew that if this was a trap, he and all his subordinates could not escape. From the moment he stepped into Ataksetta, this choice between either one or the other, between survival and death was destined.

The city gate opened rumblingly, at the end of the fire, there was nothing in the inside, Li Bida purred his throat, then carried the reins in front, and his legs were lifted on the back abdomen of the owl. Mattia and Alp accompanied him on the left and right, rushed in quickly.

Next, he saw rows of men, women, young and old kneeling beside the wall, blindfolded their eyes with ropes and cloth strips, and their mouths were being cut off one by one by the Armenian imperial guards. The bodies were being brought to the drainage canal. Li Bida led the guards to pass through silently. In the schoolyard a little further away, he saw many people digging, as if they were big pits burying the bodies. At this time, Biduita and an imperial guard officer stepped forward and nodded at him. Li Bida understood that things had been successful. A stone in his heart quickly landed on the ground, and he crossed the slaughterhouse with a horse whip.

The fake king played by the clay maker was still sitting foolishly on the throne of the main hall. There were warriors holding swords shaking everywhere in front of him, and there were also men and women dressed in gorgeous clothes, some hiding everywhere, and some being killed on the spot. No one cared about him, and he could only stay in place, not daring to move at all. Suddenly, the queen, accompanied by a group of maids, sat gently on the small throne beside him. This was the real queen, with a charm, and suddenly smiled at him.
Chapter completed!