I warmed his cold blood

Felitina's legs were never idle, and she took great care of Fanny.

She fetched water in earthen pots and boiled herbs for her master; she washed dirty handkerchiefs for her master and put them on the pergola to dry; Before eating, she has to try it first to make sure there is less oil and no salt before feeding the owner.

Her ruby ​​earrings gleamed and swayed with her hurried steps.She had been wandering about all day, and had just put Fanny to bed before she was free to work on herself.

She hurriedly finished her lunch, picked up the brush and bucket, and went to the backyard to wash the walls.

The clouds were gray-black, and they fell like ink blocks, pressing on top of her head.She wore a dark gray cloak like the wings of a vulture that feeds on corpses.Wearing this gray feather, she stands among the white pigeons, raising her feet to drive them away from time to time.So the gray she is sandwiched between black and white, becoming a color gradient of black clouds and white doves.

She even melted into this desolate and cold tone.

After finishing her busy work, Felitina's dark face was very simple and honest.She wiped off her sweat, went to the bedroom to take out the ochre, sat next to the pigeons, painted her bright red nails, which matched the red earrings.

After painting her nails, she put her ten fingers together, observed from far and near, showing a happy smile.

The washerwoman came towards her, clutching a letter in wet hands.

"Fritina! Your ruby ​​lover sent someone to send you a love story..." She chuckled twice, intentionally teasing Flitina with a smirk that was clear.

Sure enough, Felitina blushed.She rubbed her hands shyly, very embarrassed, and glanced hurriedly into the room.

"Oh Popena, please don't do this..." She made a whispering gesture, "Don't let the master know. They won't be happy..."

The laundry slave didn't lower her voice. She smiled and shook the envelope deliberately, "The master has given you permission to get married! He also said that he will prepare a dowry for you. Your ruby ​​lover will be very happy!"

"God!" Flitina quickly stood up, snatched the envelope from her hand, and hid it in her sleeve, "Popina, please... I'm really afraid of your mouth, the master hates to make up his own mind, You know……"

"I should really congratulate you..." The laundry slave poked her red earrings, "If you have a lover, you can marry him, and you can get rid of your slave status in no time. Felitina, you are really protected by the gods , how many slaves can have this blessing..."

Felitina quickly covered her mouth, looked around guiltily, and was relieved to see no one.

"Popina, please don't say such words. You know, I don't expect the master to enter the coffin. She and Polio are very kind to me."

The laundry slave curled his lips, made a face at her, and left.She still has a lot of laundry to do.

Felitina glanced around and opened the letter tremblingly.Her triangular eyes suddenly glowed, and the corners of her mouth curved into a crescent.She rubbed the papyrus with her fingertips, feeling the indentation of the pen, as if she could get closer to her lover.

Her tenderness flowed out like water, quite inconsistent with her stout appearance.This loyal female slave has been washed away by love; the softness in her bones that is unique to women is also inspired by love, so that even if she encounters unfavorable things, she can remain optimistic because of her love.

She quietly opened the papyrus and read the contents of the letter silently:

[My beloved Freya:

It has been some time since the last correspondence.I am very glad that you can share the things around you with me, so that I have a good feeling of spending my life with you.

In fact, I imagine holding hands with you all the time, wandering through the joys and sorrows of the world, even if I live alone.Love can enrich the life of a lonely person, and it can also make the troubled person enjoy peace.And as a person who is troubled on the outside and lonely on the inside, I am grateful to you for giving me a full and peaceful life!

I used to think that most people walk independently in the world until I met you; I often thought that my heart was wandering without support until I met you; I often thought that love was a rhetoric of the essence of lust until I met you.

There is not a moment when I don't miss you, you haunt me.And this consciousness also popped up from the gap of missing you, and was immediately covered by your voice and smile.On the surface, I am a Roman citizen who is superior to you, but in fact I am a devout Christian kneeling at your feet.I hate the connection between the heart and life, otherwise I would pluck it out and give it to you, so that you can witness how powerfully you can make it beat!

Felia, I love to call you like that, parting from me is like a piercing heart, and all my blood is shouting your name.Could it be that the hatred between my mother and your master is to become a sword that cuts the knot of love? !

No!no way!Your master is only one step away from the Styx, and her broken life can only bring pain to others.Why not give her the poison of kindness, and get her out of the hands of the disease early? !Death to this pious believer is by no means something to be feared, but a step towards the divine world.

When she dies, you bring her obsidian, and I will take you to other provinces.At that time, my mother's controlling hand couldn't touch, the world's troubles were far away from us like frightened birds, and the shackles of the secular identity couldn't hold true love!

I want to watch the sunrise and sunset with you, listen to the sound of you weaving woolen cloth, raise bees, give birth to healthy and intelligent children, and feel happy after working hard all my life for them!We have been together for a lifetime, witnessing each other's black hair and white head, and still loving each other when wrinkles deepen.In the end, it is the children who send us to the grave, where we sleep forever in a joint burial!

Those who have my eternal love, are you willing to marry me as husband and wife, to share a lifetime of joy and pain?

——Love you Brutus]

Felitina clenched the letter paper tightly, she was a little hesitant, her loyalty made her unable to agree with the method of poisoning her master.

Gradually, the thread of love drilled out from the brain and penetrated into every drop of blood.She was so excited that she wept softly, mixed with laughter, and tears fell on the paper, soaking a large area.She cried and laughed, as if in a daze, her lips were bitten and bleeding.

Suddenly, the letter was snatched away.

Felitina screamed in panic and turned around quickly, suddenly frightened out of her wits.

——Lucas held the letter paper gloomily, behind him was Heron with an even uglier face.

Heron took the papyrus and glanced at it.He already knew the contents of the letter, his face was ashen, and his eyes were red with anger.His footsteps were unsteady and his head was dizzy. Lucas grabbed his shoulders and he regained his footing.

He stared at the kneeling female slave, and many thrilling scenes flashed before his eyes.The assassination in Gaul and the calamity in Capua struck him like a thorn, scratching his consciousness and heart.

Thousands of entangled mysteries, there is a dark thread connecting these mysteries.Harron had lived in mystery for a long time, and was always terrified by it.

When the letter floated in front of my eyes, the mysteries were solved one by one.

And Felitina is this hidden thread.

"So it was you, Felitina!" Helen said angrily.His shoulders rose and fell violently, and his breathing was very short. "My God! My kind mother kept a tipping slave!"

"My master..." Fritina hugged Heron's ankle, tears all over her face.She was trembling all over, every muscle, every strand of hair.Her nails were stained with ochre, and they rubbed red streaks on Heron's cotton boots.She was like a dying beast begging for mercy under the hunter's spear.

"I swear on my soul and life! I will never have any dissatisfaction with Polio, and I will never do dirty things to betray my master!" I am praying for health! Even if everyone in the world turns their backs on Madam, I will stay with her..."

Helen pulled her feet back, glanced at her, and said coldly: "Compared with words and practice, they are weaker than the prisoner under the lion's mouth in the theater! Your honest words are incompatible with your shameless immorality! You trying to kill my mother..."

"Oh no!" Felitina cried out in pain, "This was proposed by Brutus, I never had such an idea...I want to refuse..."

Helen froze for a moment, handed the letter to Lucas, and sighed, "You have finally admitted that you are Brutus. To be honest, your ruby ​​has already betrayed you, but this is your own admission."

Flitina stiffened and stared up at him blankly, tears carving glistening furrows across her face.

"I finally understand why Brutus knows my whereabouts..." Herron recalled, "So he has you as a smart messenger. No wonder he knows what Utis looks like..."

He shifted his eyes to the earrings, "I should have realized it... when I saw that whore. Poor Flitina, you were deceived by Brutus! He will give rubies to the women around him, that It's his shameful Oedipus at work!"

"Impossible..." Fritina opened her mouth slightly, shaking her head in denial.The intensity of her love made her forget to flatter her master.

"He promised me to marry me... We fell in love across the gap of identity..."

"Oh, save it, Felitina!" Herron sighed, "Your so-called love that transcends identities is just a cloak of conspiracy! What he wants is Polio's movements, and he wants to seize my property! "

Felitina seemed to have been struck by lightning.Her breathing was cut off, and her gray-brown eyes were like dead fish eyes, frozen in the narrow eye sockets.She still maintained the posture of hugging her ankles, with her chin on the ground, like a priest who froze to death on a pilgrimage.

Lucas read the letter paper carefully, and vaguely smelled something wrong.

"This letter is very strange..." he said, "Why did Brutus specifically mention obsidian? Mrs. Fanny obviously has more expensive jewelry, doesn't she? Compared with gold, silver and pearls, obsidian is like inferior goods humble……"

Herron took the letter and read it again.The three words obsidian were reflected in his eyes like leaping into a clear spring, causing quite a ripple.

He had an intuition, an intuition that had been denied by hatred.

He remembered that Fanny had said that the obsidian was a gift from Pliny, and that the red ring had been given to his beloved by him.

Obsidian and red ring seem to be unrelated objects, but they are inexplicably related at this time; they seem to be linked by some invisible hidden knot, like the silver thread on the lips of lovers after kissing.

He confirmed his instincts.

"Follow me into the house, I'm going to see my mother." Helen said coldly, "That's your master."