I warmed his cold blood

The princes and nobles love roses very much.They covered the dining room with rose petals, installed rose water fountains in the atrium, wore rose crowns, hung rose garlands around their necks, sprayed rose water on their bodies, and put roses in food and wine for cooking.At the emperor's banquet, roses were sprinkled from the ceiling to overwhelm the guests.

Every time the harvest comes, Polio will make a fortune.Roses are the main source of income for the family and are usually taken care of by slaves.

The two arrived at the rose garden at dawn.

Herron was carried off the carriage by Lucas in a sleepy state.It was early summer and the roses were in full bloom.

His jaw rests softly on Lucas' shoulder blade.In the field of vision, the red sun happened to be covered by Pinghou's shoulders for half a round.

He tightened his arms around Lucas' neck, tightened his legs around his waist, and pushed himself up to see the panoramic view of the rose garden.

He felt Lucas stagnate, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened.

The sky gradually changes from the sea blue near to the golden red in the distance, and the roses are paved to the end.The sun is sandwiched between the eyelashes, as if absorbing the bright red of roses and spitting it out into the blue sky at the same time.

The treacherous tones similar to knocked over paint are just displayed, forming a gorgeous eye.

Herron was sober in an instant, although it was not the first time he had been here.

He dropped his arms and pinched off a rose.Take it up close.

The dew magnified the veins of the petals so that he could see the red veins like blood vessels.

"Lucas, go slowly." Herron patted him on the shoulder, "I want to pick some roses."

Lucas stopped, "But you don't have a bag, where can you put the flowers?"

"It could fit in my sleeve, or...wrapped in my robe."

"That will stain your clothes," laughed Lucas. "There will be dew and dust on the petals. Your white robe will be messed up!"

"I order you to go slowly, Lucas." Herron said emphatically, "I like roses! I like them! I'd rather they stain my clothes!"

Lucas lowered his head, as if thinking about something.

"I see," he said.

The rose garden is huge.When the two walked to the house in the middle of the garden, the night had completely faded.

A slave with a family seal came out of the house, he knelt down and saluted, and took the two to the upstairs room.

Helen leaned against the bed, wrote the adventures of last night on the papyrus scroll, and asked the slave to send the scroll to the court.

……

The working slaves are scattered among the flowers, they are picking roses.

Herron lay on the bed.Doctors iced his feet, applied herbal medicine, and put a pillow under his ankle.

In fact, he lay there for a long time.The arrow shaft in the water clock has passed through several engraved lines.

Through the bedside window, he had a panoramic view of the busy rose garden, and could even see the excitement outside the garden.

He lay on his back, put the picked petals on his lips, and blew hard, the petals were blown to his feet.He thought he was bored with a smile and adjusted his breath. This time the petals turned around suddenly and drifted obliquely into his collar.

Perhaps because he was too bored, he blew back and forth many times, but the petals didn't land where he wanted.

For the last time, he adjusted the direction of exhalation, and the petals finally fell to the corner of his mouth.He is more satisfied.

He stuck out his tongue, hooked the petals with the tip of his tongue, and brought the petals into his mouth with his saliva.

At the same time, the door slammed loudly.He turned his head and caught a glimpse of Lucas at the door.

Lucas changed back into the slave's sackcloth, and put one hand stiffly by the door.His eyes widened a little, and were as dazed as marble statues.

"Lucas, why are you here?" Heron said lazily.The petals were embedded in his mouth and moved with the opening and closing of his lips.

Lucas turned his head and rolled his throat, "You seem to be having fun."

"Come on! The doctor won't let me move. God knows how depressed I am trapped in this bed!"

Lucas immediately suggested: "I can carry you for a walk outside! It's the Flower God Festival these days, and the streets are very lively. I saw many people wearing flower garlands and queuing up to get wine on the street."

"Oh, Lucas." Herron gave him a bitter look, "I don't want the whole street to know that I sprained my ankle. You also know that civilians will always find opportunities to speak ill of nobles."

Lucas thought about it.After a long time, he said thoughtfully, "I'll go to the garden to help with the work, and I'll come over to bring you food during dinner."

……

It was already afternoon when Heron was shaken awake by Lucas.

Boredom made him sleepy.He held the cake on his chest, and there were still crumbs of the cake on his mouth, so he fell asleep carelessly.In normal times, he would despise this behavior as "an insult to noble blood".

He subconsciously covered his eyes with the back of his hand, opened them through his fingers, and vaguely saw Lucas' face.It was already sunset outside the window.

"Lucas..." he said hoarsely, "put the dinner aside..."

"I'm not here to deliver food," Lucas smiled, "I'm here to take you out to play."

"My God! I told you, I don't want to lose face in the street!"

"I know. I didn't take you out into the street, but into the garden."

"In the garden?!"

Lucas didn't answer anymore.He grabbed Heron's shoulders and helped him up, put his arms around his neck, and lifted him up at once.

The two came to a remote corner of the rose garden.There is a dirt slope that can barely be regarded as a hill, and the slope is relatively gentle.

It's just that this slope looks romantic and lovely in the sunset like wearing a petal dress.

Countless arches stood close together on the slope, and each arch was as high as half a person's body, wrapped in a thick layer of rose petals.

Looking at it from a distance, it looks like a thick rose-red line is drawn along the slope.

"My God! What is this?!" Herron asked in surprise.

Lucas turned his face sideways, with a mysterious smile in his eyes. "We've got to hurry. There's nothing to do when it gets dark."

He walked to the litter at the end of the arch, and Harun sat on it.

Lucas bent down and pushed the sedan chair uphill.

Helen plunged into the corridor surrounded by petals, as if opening a new world.

Sunlight leaks in through the gaps between the petals like arrows.It was a color similar to flowing gold or an hourglass, dimly illuminating the aisle of roses.

Helen smelled the strong, fragrant rose fragrance, poured it from the nasal cavity and rushed to the top of the head.As the sedan chair rose, his heart beat faster and faster, and he couldn't speak a word.His face and eyes were reflected red, and his field of vision was filled with rose red, mixed with sunlight like sand leaking; it seemed as if he could hold a handful of golden sand with his hand.

"The fun is yet to come." Lucas laughed behind him.He was panting lightly, and his back was sweating thinly. Pushing people uphill was not a labor-saving job.

Finally, the two reached the top of the slope.

Lucas pointed to the end of the downhill. "I'll meet you there. When you see me, push the litter forward and let it slide down."

Herron nodded.

Soon, Lucas appears everywhere.

For the sake of vision, the end of the arch is reduced to the size of a glass ball, and the wild face is embedded in it, right in the center of the eyeful rose.He held out his arms to Harun and smiled softly.

Helen grabbed the thick wooden stick on the front side with both hands, leaned forward, and the sedan chair slid down immediately.Due to the gentle slope, the speed is not too dangerous.

Downhill feels very different.

He had the illusion that he was flying, and at the end was the kingdom of flower gods.Time was infinitely stretched, and he felt that he had become a giant rose petal, rampaging among his brothers and sisters of the same kind.He burst into indescribable excitement, his body trembled with joy, his hairs stood on end, his pores forced out soft sweat, and he even yelled indiscriminately.This kind of ecstasy made him seem to return to the childhood when he blew the whistle for the first time. The similar moods overlapped perfectly, and the time and space were disordered. He felt that he was reborn again, this time returning to the carefree childhood.

Lucas caught him firmly.

"Lucas!" Herron leaned over and hugged him, "Oh my God! Oh you bastard...you damn bastard..." He was incoherent with excitement.

Lucas was equally enthusiastic, his lips trembling slightly.He pushed Heron's shoulder away, stared into his nearly out-of-focus eyes and asked, "Are you happy, Master?"

"I'm so fucking happy!" Herron thumped him on the shoulder. "God I shouldn't be swearing...but fuck it, I'm just going to say it right now! I'm dying of happiness!"

Lucas turned the sedan chair around and pushed it uphill, and the sedan chair slid down the other side of the dirt slope.

They played many times until the moon rose in the night sky and the sun disappeared completely.

Lucas leaned tiredly on the dirt slope, with a smile that was almost happy.Beside him is Heron who still has more to say.The two sat side by side on the ground, with the white moon above their heads.

"Where do these arches come from?" Heron calmed down before thinking of asking.

"I went to the street and met a troupe performing on the street. They were performing the story of the birth of Flora. I made a deal with them and brought over the props they had used up. It was the time to fix the arch. I used a lot of glue and spikes for some work. But... I should be glad that this is just a dirt slope and not a hard rock slope."

"Deal?! What deal?"

Lucas picked up the front of the slave's attire and smiled slyly: "I pawned the silk robe you gave me."

Helun was stunned, and pretended to be angry and said: "Pawn the owner's belongings privately, and you will not be allowed to eat tonight as a penalty."

"Okay, okay..." Lucas laughed out loud, "I'm willing to be punished."

He rested for a while, then carried Herron back to the HOS house.The sun was setting, and it was time for his master to eat his supper.

The slaves have prepared a sumptuous meal.Bright little sausages for starters, crepes fried with fennel, cod grilled in olive oil.Fish sauce was served in lumps on silver platters, porridge was sprinkled with mixed vegetables, and wine was poured into glasses for bread dipping.

Lucas helped Herron to sit down.Sweat made his face wet and golden in the candlelight.He wiped the sweat dripping down his chin, and turned to leave.

"Hello." Helen called to him.Pulling away the chair next to him, he lightly buckled the back of the chair with his fingers, "Sit down and eat with me, I will reward you."

The slaves around were stunned in disbelief, and Lucas felt the blood rushing from his body to his head.