I warmed his cold blood

Felicity was busy at Fanny's bedside.She cleaned the tablecloths diligently, lighted the stove for the master, and her movements were also light and quiet, and she did not make much disturbing noise.

Herron sat beside Fanny's bed, watching her deeply.His eyes couldn't help moving closer to the ruby ​​earrings, as if being absorbed.

After Yusha's unintentional reminder, he has been paying attention to Felitina for two days.

Fanny lay on the side of the bed.In the past few days, her face has become more rosy, and her speaking strength has also increased a lot, as if she had returned to the past. Sometimes she can even go out for a walk, and still has the appetite to taste the wine.Her tattered soul seemed to be fully fired, consuming the last ray of life.

Herron felt that this was not a good sign.

"Hermia, guess what I dreamed last night?"

She held her son's hand and smiled playfully, the spotlight in her eyes was like the moon in the water, like a quirky girl.She seemed to be rejuvenated, every frown and smile was full of vitality, and Heron saw her youthful appearance from her pure eyes.

"It must be father." Helen said with certainty.

"That's right!" Fanny smiled. "But, more importantly, I dreamed about when I got married."

She recalled again: "I wore an orange veil and a woolen sash, and Pliny was also gorgeously dressed. He sprinkled hazelnuts and cashew nuts to the guests, and I wound wool around my wrists. We were as happy as in the world of gods." .He still smiled so rigidly, I laughed out loud regardless of the image, and I laughed out his hidden joy..."

Helen suddenly felt a bit sour, and reluctantly agreed with her.

He knew that his mother, who was so happy, was going to die.

"Hermia..." Fanny blinked her eyes a few times, "Even if I lose my breath now, I will be happy because Pliny loves you."

Helen twitched her eyebrows and hugged her mother sadly.Like a child, he put his head on her shoulder, held her arm, and smelled the depressing smell of her unique medicinal herbs.He grabbed her clothes tightly, and his heart seemed to be full of water, and his sourness came like a torrent.

"I really don't want you to leave me..." He said with trembling throat, "You shouldn't live so short..."

Fanny patted him on the back as a comforting baby, as she had nursed her son before.She smiled very lovingly, and when her tender eyes touched Helen, the maternal love that escaped swept everything like the light of the sunrise, making every corner clear.

She smiled and said: "My child, do you know that people will come back to life after death, and kind people will go to the God Realm on the rainbow. There, people don't have any pain, even the sound of suffering can't be heard, and the people who live The pavilions are made of gold, silver and agate, not rough and fragile marble; the water in the pool can be warmed according to one's will, and even the sand at the bottom of the pool is gold!"

"Oh mother..." Helun shook his head, "I'm afraid it's just a false illusion fabricated by the suffering people in the face of the hopeless world, to comfort themselves..."

Fanny pinched his face. "Sometimes, Hermia, people can be more romantic and happier that way."

At this time, Felitina came with a medicine bowl.According to the doctor's instructions, Fanny needs to drink seven bowls of decoction in one day, and the formula of each bowl of decoction is different.

Flitina put a napkin on it, scooped up a spoonful, blew on it, and fed the master the medicine.

Fanny glanced at the female slave and continued: "According to the teachings I have converted to, after my death, I should give the slaves the gold, silver and jewels I carried with me, especially those who served me so diligently until I was buried in the coffin. Yes. By doing so, I can lessen my guilt of using slaves for the rest of my life."

Felitina hurriedly knelt down to thank her. She was overwhelmed by the flattery, and saluted Fanny desperately, her honest face did not reveal the slightest bit of greed.

Helen looked at her, always feeling a little strange.

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With the arrival of the snow season, Brutus's house became more deserted.The dead tree stretched out its old hands to the gray sky, and the gray-brown vines, which were harder than rocks, wrapped around the wall and intersected densely, locking the characters in the murals in a woven cage.

There is no one to clean it, the fountain has long since dried up, the dilapidated statue on the roof has an arm cut off by lightning, and the crows are nesting under the eaves.It seems that every stone is welcoming the arrival of death, and there is the coldness of death, making the house like a temporary residence leading to the underworld.

Brutus stood in front of the lion cage in a black cloak.He was thin and small, standing in the desolate dark brown yard, like a crow announcing death.

He took the bright red meat slices and fed them to the two male lions piece by piece.The meat slices are red and white, and the color is beautiful; the lion has a shiny coat and a fat body, rushing to eat the fresh meat.Meat and lions are the only bright colors in this gloomy house.

The creaking of looms sounded in the room, and stopped abruptly after a while.Then, there was the cry of a baby.

Gnaia's sharp voice sounded: "Oh my God! Quickly strangle this little devil to death! He is a waste who can only cry!"

Brutus hurried through the door, and saw his adoptive mother scratching her messy hair, and the cotton thread was also ruffled by her irritably.She was so messed up that she was caught in a spider's web.

"Mother!" he called her helplessly, "be patient! My brother won't harm us...Maybe I can still use him to punish Polio, this is also a bargaining chip..."

"Shut up! You incompetent fellow!" Gnaiya said with red eyes, "You are as impatient as a rat that is about to be burned to death, but you have no luck!"

Brutus had a sore nose, and he covered his face with his palms, tears dripping from between his fingers.He knelt down humbly, grabbed her sleeve, trembling all over.

"Mother... I just hate Pliny too much! It's as deep as you hate Fanny! You should be able to understand this feeling, right? I don't have any reason for the love in my heart..."

With tears streaming down his face, he pressed Gnaia's sleeves to his cheeks, "I want to kill Polio, just like you designed Fanny... let Pliny leave her..."

"You useless thing!" Gnaia pulled back her sleeve and spat at him, "I succeeded, but what about you?!"

"Mother... Please smile at me once!" He wiped away his tears, "You never smiled at me..."

Gnaia laughed exaggeratedly when she heard this, as if possessed by an evil spirit, it made people shudder.She pulled out her sleeves, took off her coat in disgust, and glanced at him.

"Stupid prodigal son who ruined his family property, it's not worth my laughing at you. You really bring misfortune to those around you. If I didn't want to remarry at the beginning, I would never have taken in you, a bastard! Now... I am really saying a word I don't want to say anything to you..."

"Mother! We'll be fine! We'll be fine!" repeated Brutus, tears streaming down his face.

"The present poverty is only temporary, we will get Polio...then I will learn polemics and rhetoric and enter the Senate. My brother, he promised me that he will help me...he fosters the children of his political enemies in We are here, which means that he trusts me enough!"

"That's because he has no other place to hide a screaming baby!" A trace of sneer shot up the corner of Gnaia's lips, "Besides, Daho also depends on Silan's face, you think he can help how much you?"

Brutus froze, he sniffed in embarrassment, looking at a loss.

Gnaia continued to pick up the carding board and spun the cloth, ignoring the baby's cries.Gradually, her hands became more and more out of order, and her face became more and more distorted.

With a snap, she dropped the combing board and cried loudly on the loom.

"I can't take it...I can't take it..." she cried, "I can't wait, I want Fanny to go to hell quickly! Even if I use the cursed witchcraft, even if I lose ten years of life." Years, I want her to die quickly! I hate her...Why did Pliny fall in love with her?! Why..."

Brutus knelt down to her leg, hugged her ankle and said, "Mother...don't do this...you still have me! I've always been with you and loved you so much ah!"

Gnaia was crying, with tears on her skirt: "I poisoned my husband to death for him, and I will never remarry. But why is he so indifferent to me! If I hadn't gotten him drunk, he wouldn't have Will talk to me... what use would I be of those fake gems...whom should I keep to fool..."

Brutus cried too.The dark house was filled with cries, as if calling death.

"How can that bitch Fanny compare to me... She has already had an affair with a lowly gladiator, so what is there to be chaste?!" Gnaia gripped the edge of the table tightly, "I have done my best I can do it, why does Pliny still love her?! I love him more than Fanny, I am the person who loves him the most in this world..."

"Wait a little longer..." Brutus subdued his crying and advised her, "I'll ask Felicina to bring her obsidian and take out the red ring after Fanny dies. She is a pedantic A dogmatic noble will definitely do this..."

"I can't wait... Brutus..." Gnaia tightened his grip on his collar, tears dripping to the ground, "Let Fritina poison her, or strangle her, let her die quickly! "

"It's impossible!" Brutus panicked, "Fritina is very loyal, she will never do that to Fanny! If you push too hard, she will definitely become suspicious! Last time I asked When she looked like Utis, she questioned my intentions..."

"Is an ugly female slave not as important as my order?!" Gnaiya yelled angrily, "I asked you to deceive her, but I didn't ask you to be her true lover! Use the sweet words I taught you to coax her, She'll do it for you..."

"Mother..." Brutus begged, "but I don't want her to die... You know how miserable a slave is for plotting to kill her master, and she will suffer hell..."

He shrunk his nose, and tears welled up, "She is a lowly slave girl, but she is also... the only person in this world who likes me..."

Gnaia slapped him across the face, grabbed his hair, and tore it wildly.She lost her mind, and her nails scratched her son's scalp, and some blood flowed out.

"I can't wait! I've had enough!" she screamed. "I don't want her to die, I want Polio! I want all of Pliny! The damn loom, damn it Desolate house! I've had enough of not having a single slave at my disposal!"

Brutus hastily broke free.His cheeks were bleeding and his hair was falling out a lot.He grabbed her flailing hands and kissed the back of her hands frantically.

"I won't let this kind of life last for too long... Mother... I will let you live comfortably, forget about that heartbroken man, and live a good life with me."

He just sobbed softly, repeating the promise nervously.Gnaia screamed loudly, didn't listen to his confession of true feelings at all, and cursed and cried on her own.

The mother and son are close to each other, one black and the other red, thinking in two worlds, living in the illusion of wanting but not getting, like two lunatics thinking about their own things, there is a creepy feeling.