I warmed his cold blood

Ever since he was free at home, Daho's temperament is like a caged animal imprisoned in a wooden cage. Whenever he finds an opportunity, he will stretch out his sharp claws, growl and scratch those who pass by him.

The sky dimmed, and the darkness gathered in the atrium like black mist, and the yellowish flames of the candles danced and scattered in the darkness.The grounds are spotless and frighteningly clean, as if this is not the place for people who sweat and bleed and need to eat and excrete.

"Oh my God! I warned you that the candles in the courtyard must be the same height!" Daho pointed to the candlestick hanging on the stone pillar, scolding the slaves loudly with red eyes, looking hoarse.

"These untidy candlesticks look like a bunch of damned uncontrolled fireflies!"

The slave cringed and knelt down, his knees trembling uncontrollably, his forehead tremblingly stuck to the ground, full of humbleness.

"Are you all against me on purpose?!" He went over and kicked the slave, "Or...do you want to get rid of me, a powerless master?! To serve those elders who are worthy of wearing white robes?!"

The slave bent over in pain, like a irritated bug.A whimper came out of his mouth, trembling with panic.

"Hasn't your unpopular eccentricity healed yet?! Brother? No wonder... Even your wife thinks that a prostitute is more competent than your husband."

A mocking female voice came over, like a barbed arrow point, pierced into Daho's heart, pulling out a pool of bloody fresh flesh.He felt pain all over his body.

"Shut up! You messy-dressed girl!" Daho suddenly became manic, and stared at him viciously, "Don't think that you are really superior because you have the blood of Augustus, Phoebe."

"Shut up your guesswork!" Phoebe teased, "Mother has hated you, your father-in-law has nothing to do with you, and your proud judgeship has been taken away by someone else. Dare I say, There has never been a more embarrassing time than now."

Daho felt depressed in his heart, and his throat was blocked by these words.His ever-accumulating sourness was firmly suppressed by his throat and chest cavity, bumping around like an elastic ball.His face turned blue, and his teeth were gritting.

Phoebe approached him slowly, the firelight illuminating her sarcasm.She glanced at the atrium and glanced at the murals depicting the Roman map bit by bit, feeling a little surprised.

"Jewish..." she exclaimed in surprise, "That riot-ridden province? What the hell are you planning?! It's fine if you don't care about your own safety, don't implicate me and my mother!"

Dahoe didn't say a word.With a livid face, he stared at Phoebe closely, his usual kind face was broken, revealing the ferocious grinning expression.Anger gradually flooded his mind, making his face flush.He was trembling slightly from head to toe, like a grey-haired animal that has been exasperated.

He just stared at Phoebe angrily, his face twisted like a monster mask.

Gradually, he pursed his lips trembling with anger, slowly stood up straight, with one hand dignifiedly placed in front of his stomach, and his normal face returned to a calm and breezy appearance, even the flush between his eyebrows and eyes disappeared. No, she smiled lightly.

This huge transformation is too weird, as if an insidious ghost has occupied his body in an instant, controlling his limbs and bones, making it difficult to know which one is the real Daho.

"It's been almost half a year since you moved out of the house." He said with a smile, "How is it? Is mother's health still as good as before?"

Phoebe snorted coldly, "Your hypocrisy is useless to me, Daho. I know you too well! Both my parents were deceived by you, and now my mother has seen through you too. Your hypocrisy came too late!"

"Human nature is so fickle and complicated, so you have to allow hypocritical people to become sincere, and you have to allow ruthless people to become affectionate." Daho said, "As a brother, I am really worried about your fate. You know, Girls are married when they are ten years old."

"You're trying to persuade me to marry Luchka again?" Phoebe glanced at him. "I'm not going to pave the way for you, Daho. Stop dreaming!"

"Oh! I just think...you must be beautiful when you become a queen!" Daho smiled sincerely, and his tone was very calm, "It is undoubtedly the wisest thing to marry your cousin while it is still in its prime. Your choice. You and Luchka are bound by the blood of Augustus, and you will be happy..."

"Come on! He's just a weak guy!" Phoebe sneered.

"You're wrong, he's not weak at all. He's just enduring. He exchanged the appearance of being slaughtered for the elder's peace of mind, thinking that he's just a puppet emperor. But it's not like that..." Dahe bowed his head , a dark shadow cast over his eyelids, and his voice became low.

"As soon as he came to power, he issued a new decree to wash away all the previous regulations. He can even be said to be very domineering, and he will never allow people who exclude him to exist."

The sleeves of his gray cloak were blown by the wind, and his hair slapped his forehead in a mess.Surrounded by candlelight, his eyes had a gloomy glint, "He holds all the power very tightly! That kind of person...should not allow anyone to take away his power..."

"I don't care what you plan," Phoebe said, "but don't put your eager fame and fortune on me!"

Dahoe's face changed.The face that was originally quite sunny was suddenly filled with gloomy clouds, the sunken nose shrank instantly, and the lips were tightly closed and turned purple.The speed at which he changed his face was too fast, as if he had torn off a piece of face.

He pushed back the hair on his forehead, his fierce eyes were revealed, and his whole body seemed to be wearing a chain mail with spikes, giving him a fierce look.

Phoebe shuddered.

"Then get the hell out of here!" He gritted his teeth and scolded, "I can't stand a woman telling me what to do! Including you, and also Silan!"

He cursed angrily, and the veins on his forehead protruded, shaped like a thick earthworm.Panting with anger, he randomly took out the burning candle from the candlestick and threw it at Phoebe screaming.

Phoebe screamed in fright and fled from the door in a panic.

……

The construction of the swamp underground waterway took a long time.

Sewers are mostly made of giant clay pipes.In order to prevent the pottery pipes from cracking, Herron ordered the slaves to wrap a thick layer of concrete on the outside of the pipes.

The streets of Rome are much cleaner.Slaves splashed water on the ground to sweep away the stains; the unpleasant stench emanating from the swamp was much lessened by the injection of river water.Even if there is a long rainy day, there will be no situation where sewage is poured in from the street mouth.

People thought it was the good work of the newly appointed young tribune, but it was his unknown slave who had the idea.

The early spring in Rome is like a girl who is soft on the outside and strong on the inside; she is beautiful and lively, dressed in colorful clothes, and every inch of her skin is full of new vitality.It's just that the cold wind blows from time to time, making the Romans stand up. This is her temper from the deep winter that has not faded away.

Heron wore a brick-red cloak and walked on the marble curb beside the Tiber River.The curbs were narrow, and he struggled to keep his balance.

Lucas walked on the side of the curb, supporting him with one hand.

The water of the Tiber River is not clear, like a rich emerald jade, which is golden in the sun.The trees on the bank of the river sprouted green buds, bordering the Tiber River with verdant green, stretching like a ribbon until the end; there is the junction of the blue sky and the dusty yellow city of Rome.

On the bank of this blue and cold lake, Helun is like a red flower that doesn't fit in, sliding along the green leaves to the end.

There was a fierce cold wind blowing from behind, and he raised his hand to hold down his hair that was swaying in the wind.

"Rome was born here. Food was transported from Egypt to the Tiber River, and then to people's tables." He jumped off the curb and walked side by side with Lucas.

"You made it cleaner." Lucas took his hand, "Your reputation has improved. Those elders who once despised you must regret not cooperating with you."

"It's actually thanks to you." Heron paused, "Recently, many high-ranking officials and nobles have come to win me over, and Gattuso asked me to try to make friends with them. To be honest, I think this is better than studying cumbersome Greeks." Writing is even more difficult to reach the sky! I have never mastered the skill of guessing people's hearts."

"But you are lucky." Lucas comforted, "Daho has gone to Judea, far away from Rome and the Senate. Your only enemy is far away from you, which will save you a lot of intrigue drama."

Helen made a muffled sound, shivered, lifted his collar to wrap around his neck, and walked forward silently.

Lucas didn't speak, just held his hand tightly.

The mottled tree shadows slid over them, mixing with the sunlight into a golden and black look.The shadows of the two also fell down, and Herron subconsciously leaned close to Lucas, holding his arm intimately, so the two shadows merged.

Lucas glued his fingers together.He knew that Herron was showing him attachment, but he didn't say it.

Helen didn't speak, but turned around and walked behind him, wrapping his arms around his neck.Lucas understood, bent down, picked up his legs and carried him on his back, and lifted him up easily.

They just walked in silence, reaching a wordless tacit understanding; as if the two souls had already had a good conversation, and there was no need to explain more with the throat in the flesh.They are in a natural state that is neither lively nor indifferent.Even if you walk into a noisy crowd, you will feel peaceful inside; even if you don't say a word, you won't feel embarrassed or deserted.

Love is a quiet thing; when it is strong, there is peace of soul.

……

The two walked for a long time along the Tiber River.They didn't return home until the sun set and the red glow of the setting sun shone into every corner of the world.

As soon as he entered the door, Herron saw Gattuso with a complicated expression.

He jumped off Lucas's back and coughed twice, "Ja...Gattuso, you always come so suddenly."

Gattuso glanced at Lucas and sighed softly.His lips moved a few times, hesitant to speak, and the shadow cast by the brow bone on the eyelids made him look heavy.

"The emperor issued a new decree again," he said, "but this time you are not the beneficiary."

"What decree?"

"The riots in the Jewish province need to be quelled. All gladiators are ordered to join the army, whether public or private." Gatu Suo paused, "This includes your Lucas, of course."

At this moment, Helen had the illusion of separation from body and soul.

The author has something to say:

Several careful babies pointed out the difference between "elephant" and "like".Among the translations of European and American literature I have read, the word "xiang" is used a little more, and the reading has a very European charm.So with the background of ancient Rome, I imitated this usage.

PS: I won’t change the “image” in the previous chapters chapter by chapter, it’s too troublesome_(:з」∠)_

When I write articles with a modern background in the future, I will definitely use "like" in all of them.Thank you for being so careful!mwah!