I warmed his cold blood

It was already two days later when the carriage arrived in Rome.They went to Gattuso's house first.

In just two days, Sura's black hair was mixed with silver threads, fine lines spread around her eyes, and her entire face was darkened.She seemed to be wearing a mask that was blackened by smoke, and she could feel the exhaustion emanating from her soul just by touching it with her hands.

As she hugged the stove, Gattuso helped her out of the car and put a cape on her.Those empty, bereaved mother's eyes shot mad like arrows at the first touch of anything alive.

"Give him back to me! Give me my Seneca..." She yelled frantically, causing many passers-by to stop, "I'm going to skin the god! Cut off his hand that stole my child..."

Gattuso quickly hugged his wife.Sura lost her mind, smashed the stove to the ground, and scratched Gattuso's face like a madman.

Lucas jumped off the deck and pulled her away.She shifted her target, her arms fluttered like snakes, with astonishing strength, she scratched a few red marks on his chin all at once.

Helen got out of the carriage, saw the stove rolled to his feet, and was just about to run over to pull the frame.

Lucas yelled at him, "Don't come here!"

He quickly subdued Sura, tied her hands with ropes, and helped Gattuso send her into the house.

Helen was sitting on the car deck, and when he came out, there was color on his face.

Lucas sat down next to him and sighed, "Madame Sulla is going crazy. Seneca's disappearance has hit her hard."

"Let's go to the court and tell the judge about this matter." Herron said heavily, "Gattuso was hit no less than Sura, and I don't think he has enough sense to write a well-organized complaint. .”

"Yeah." Lucas nodded, grabbed the whip, and prepared to drive to the court.

The scratches on his cheeks were red and swollen, and some were bleeding.On his pale skin, there were a few strong red oil paints, a little ferocious, which made people gasp.

Helun looked at him, and suddenly changed his words: "Forget it, let's go home first!"

Lucas turned his face in confusion, "What's wrong?"

Helen nodded his scratches with his finger, "Go home and get some medicine for you, I don't want to see you disfigured."

……

The two returned home soon.

Helen pushed Lucas into the study, took out the ointment from the medicine box, and daubed it lightly on the scratch.His sensitive fingertips felt the bumps, and he frowned, looking unhappy, and the shadow on his face swayed like water waves.

"Your appearance..." He raised his eyes and held Lucas's face in his hands, "It's really embarrassing."

Lucas looked at him in the light.

His delicacy from the depths, his patience, are also exposed to the light, as if the dust of heavy gold is blown away by the wind, there is nothing to hide, and it can be seen at a glance.

"I don't hurt." Lucas said with a smile.

His answer matched the question Herron really wanted to ask.

Helen snorted softly, tightened the ointment box, and stuffed it into his hand, "Your reward."

Lucas took it with both hands and thanked him for the reward.

After applying the medicine, Helen spread out the papyrus and ordered casually, "Grind the ink stick for me, I need to write."

Lucas took an ink stick, burned it with a candle for a while, and slowly ground it in a stone dish.

The rough sound of stone grinding against stone sounded in the room, like some kind of grinding sound.

Helen picked up the reed stalk and dipped it in the melted black ink.Somehow, driven by some unknown instinct, he looked up along the millstone——

Lukas grinds it carefully, pinching the black grindstone with his icy white fingers, like white jade inlaid on it.His fluffy blond hair was wet with snowflakes, and his eyebrows were damp.The sea-blue eyes reflect the whirling millstone, like a small boat jumping happily in the ocean.

The delicacy of a rough man is like a scallop that opens and closes occasionally, and the pearly light that flashes is short-lived.

Heron's pen stuttered on the paper, and a mass of ink stains spread out.

"Lucas, put down the millstone." He said, "You won't need to do this kind of trivial work in the future."

The moving millstone stopped suddenly, Lucas was puzzled, "What's wrong?"

Helen clenched the discarded papyrus into a ball, and locked his eyes on him, "You are a brave and powerful gladiator, you can only use a sword in your hand, and defeat thousands of people like a god of war, instead of being a weak domestic slave something to do."

Lucas let go of the whetstone, pressed his eyebrows, and looked at him with interest, "I remember...you praised me for taking care of you very meticulously, just like a father."

"That was my previous thought." Helen spread out a piece of paper again, "You are you. I don't want to see you change yourself because of your status as a slave."

Lucas raised his eyebrows and obediently threw away the millstone.

Herron finished writing the complaint and sent the slave to the court.He felt very tired and went to the atrium to get some air.

The loss of Seneca and the madness of Sulla are gathered in the chest like a dark cloud, which cannot be dispelled for a long time.A vague killing intent came from the dark and stuck to him; it was difficult for him to get rid of it.

The snowfall in Rome has come to an end.The sun was blocked behind the giant cloud, and the sunlight poured down from the edge of the cloud like wide and narrow blades.The sky, which was still gray after the first snow, was divided by these light knives, forming many light yellow color blocks.

The warm sun after the cold snow is warmer than the scorching sun in summer.

Felicity pushed Fanny into the courtyard.She put on cotton boots and a cloak for her master, and put on a black felt hat for her.

Fanny's obsidian was hidden under the brim of the hat, its luster was reduced, like a dull iron block.She was so skinny that the rosiness of her cheeks was gone.

She sleeps for a long time every day, but her eye circles are blue and black from fatigue.Her soul seemed to be getting farther and farther away, and the expensive soup could not keep her.

All the slaves comforted her and coaxed her to recover from her illness.Only Helen knew that she was going to be buried.

Helen walked up to her, bent down and kissed the back of her hand.

Fanny, who basked in the sun with her eyes closed, woke up with a start.She subconsciously withdrew her hand, and when she lowered her head, she saw her son smiling at her with complicated eyes.

"Hermia..." she said in amazement, "you came back so early. Does the snow in Capua look good?"

"It's simply beautiful! It's even more beautiful than the kingdom of heaven on the temple murals!" Helen said pretendingly excitedly, not intending to tell her the truth.He didn't want his seriously ill mother to be hit by the bad news.

"It's so rich there, and the houses are warm log cabins with fireplaces, and the snow is as white as cream!"

"Capua is a place favored by the gods." Fanny's eyes were filled with steam, but it was quickly suppressed.

"Pliny and I have been there...before you were born."

She mentioned the undead more and more frequently.In the eyes of the psychic, this is a sign of the call of death.

"Oh mother...don't mention him." Helen said helplessly, "he doesn't deserve your love so much...he is a man who abandoned his wife, and he is more ruthless than those villains who kill and set fire!"

"No! Don't say it...he has a reason." Fanny coughed twice. "I am dying, Hermia... Can't you be merciful and listen to your mother's heart?"

Helen fell silent, squatted beside her hand, and closed his mouth obediently.

Fanny took his hand, and stroked the black ring between her fingers.Her eyes stared into the distance, she was slightly absent-minded, as if her thoughts were going to unknown places.Her body is still in the wooden wheelchair, but her soul is teetering on the cliff. She has been separated from her body and soul.

"The first time I met Pliny was at your grandmother's funeral..." Fanny recalled, laughing foolishly, "he was dressed in black mourning clothes, his eyes and hair were black, and only his lips and the signet ring between his fingers It's scarlet. I really don't know if he's an angel in devil's clothes or a devil in angel's clothes."

When Heron heard the red ring, his back suddenly straightened, and he became quite excited.

"Later..." Fanny lowered her head, "I learned that he fell in love with his dead cousin. But it doesn't matter... Isn't it enough for the combination of nobles as long as there are benefits? I used the political power of the family to make He married me. But I know he doesn't love me."

She took off the obsidian from her forehead and waved it in front of Helen's eyes, "This gem... was the only gift he gave me. At that time, you were already three years old."

"But the day after he gave the gem to me...he moved away...because I did something wrong to him..." Her expression became painful, "God! You punished me to go to the ice Or suffer in the fire! My blood is vicious and dirty..."

She clenched the obsidian tightly, gasping for breath, her cheeks flushed, and big drops of sweat came out.

Helen supported her in panic and wiped the sweat off her face. "What did you do?" he asked.

Fanny glanced over faintly, and touched his face tremblingly, "The sins of a mother must not enter the eyes of your children, and it will only shame you for the rest of your life. What I really want to teach you is..."

She grabbed Helen's wrist tightly, "If you really love someone, you must grab his hand desperately when he turns to leave!"

At this time, Lucas came out with a brick-red cloak, shook it, and handed it to Heron.

Herron smiled at him and took it.

This bright smile was captured by Fanny, and her complexion darkened all of a sudden.

"He's a gladiator, isn't he?" Fanny stared at his back as he walked away. "A savage gladiator, he can only live in rudeness all his life, and become a plaything for the nobles..."

"Mother!" Herron said angrily, "Don't talk about him like that!"

Fanny swallowed the words that were about to come out, a layer of black mist appeared on her face, and she said gloomyly, "Stay away from him... Hermia... stay away from him. He will only bring trouble to his master. Gladiators lack self-control Ability……"

"Lucas is different!" Herron retorted, with a somewhat urgent tone, "I believe in him, and no one can change this! Including you. With all due respect, you don't know him well..."

Fanny pursed her lips, her face became more and more ugly, "A nobleman doesn't need to understand a lowly slave."

Herron frowned.His mother seems to have a deep prejudice against Lucas.

When the mother and son were in a stalemate, a slave came in and reported, "Master, Gnaia is here."

Herron and Fanny opened their eyes wide at the same time; especially Fanny, her face was flushed to the point of bleeding, and it seemed that the last bit of blood in her body was welling up.

Gnaia didn't wait for the slave to lead the way, and walked directly into the door.

Her cloak is bright red, her long red felt hat covers half of her face, and her red cotton boots are embedded in the snow. Her whole figure is like a burning fire.She arrogantly folded her arms and stood condescendingly, her fingers covered with jewels.Her sharpness is like a strong air current, sweeping every corner of the atrium.

She raised her face slowly.The brim of the hat was raised, revealing her flaming red lips.

"Long time no see, Fanny." She sneered. "Aren't you dead yet?"

Fanny took off her felt hat and tried to maintain a calm face. "I heard that you have been reduced to a lowly commoner." She said, "You should call me 'Master', shouldn't you?"

Gnaia suddenly laughed, and the laughter hit the walls like a ghost, and bounced back.She giggled, and the stuff that came out of her throat was sticky and sticky, and it made Heron feel uncomfortable.

"Gnaia." Helen said, "This is my house, you should follow the rules set by the master, and not come here at random. Logically speaking, you don't even have the right to speak with us."

Gnaia gradually stopped laughing, stepped forward viciously, and poked the obsidian with her hand, "This kind of thing...is not worth much at all. Lady Fanny, you are such a poor woman. Pliny only gave you this, but you don't want to buy it. Why don't you look at my..."

She clenched her fists together and held them out to Fanny's eyes.All her ten fingers wear rings, colorful gold and silver, like a rainbow of diamonds.Even in the gray sky, the brilliance of the ring is enough to brighten people's eyes.

"Pliny gave me all these." She smiled maliciously, "Each one is worth more than the rags on your head!"

Fanny drew a sharp breath, and turned pale.Her eyes were very fierce when she gathered Gnaia, as if a monster could jump out of it and devour Gnaia alive.

Helen ordered: "Pull her down! From now on, this woman will never be able to enter Polio's house!"

Two slaves came up and grabbed Gnaia's arms.

Gnaia laughed wildly, "I tell you, I am Pliny's true love! Your marriage blocked my love with him, you killed my love with him, you are a brutal murderer! You should Immediately to hell! God! Devil! Let this sick woman breathe her last breath..."

Herron glanced at her ring and said, "No! You are not Pliny's love!"

Gnaia froze, turned her face quietly, her face twisted.

Helen stared at her contemptuously, "Because you still lack a ring on your hand."