I put out his fire

After Nero made one speech, he repeated it in Greek.

In Rome, speaking Greek was a sign of competence.Aristocrats often use Greek as a capital to show off their talents, and it is also a kind of personal charm.

Nero lived in Greece for ten years.Therefore, his Greek is extremely authentic, his pronunciation is round and standard, and his speaking is as pleasant as percussion music.

After the funeral, Rhodes sent Mars away.Relying on his cold sword and force, he walked slowly to Nero's side.

Nero was sweating profusely.Sweat rolled down his slightly sensual cheeks in streams, and a few shiny gold powders stuck to his plump and youthful eyelids.

"Greek is very good." Rhodes stretched out his hand and pinched off the gold powder on his face one by one.He made it so hard that it left patches of red on Nero's face.

Nero blushed embarrassingly.The cheeks of this emotionally blank boy slowly turned red like maple leaves in autumn.

"Do you understand Greek?" Nero asked.There is some ice-like luster hidden in his eyes.

"I don't understand at all!" Rhode stood with arms folded.His leather gloves stretched hard on his hands, very sexy.

"I'm just passing on what others have said." He said with a smile.

Nero came alive, his eyes sparkled, "Then do you want to learn?"

"Don't learn!" Rhode turned his face away, his jaw that seemed to be cut was as heavy as a bent iron.His attitude was decisive.

Nero's expression hurt like it was broken.He raised his brows, and there was a natural melancholy between his brows and eyes, and his thin and thin shoulders made him easy to get the sympathy of others.

"But I want to teach..." he said softly.

Rhodes ignored it.He passed by his side, walking a few steps proudly alone, like a hard crow's feather.

Nero was very disappointed.The deep eye sockets made him a bit evil, so his weakness is just a needle hidden in the cotton.

After walking a few steps, Rhodes still paused, turned his back to him and said, "It's up to you."

Nero smiled quietly, a trace of slyness covering the corners of his eyes.

……

So from that day on, Rhodes began to learn Greek, which only noble children would learn.

He learned it roughly, and it was all for Nero.How the learning results are for him is not painful or itchy.

The turquoise of the banyan tree seeps through the shutters, creating distinct layers of light and shadow.Nero leaned against the window, looking out through the gap.A touch of light green covers his slightly immature eyes, very youthful.

Rhodes was lying on the trunk of the banyan tree, with one hand resting on the back of his head and the other holding the parchment.

The parchment was filled with the simplest Greek, which was a task assigned to him by Nero.

Rhode's unruly and fierce figure was like a black spot, and he couldn't stand to be in this brilliant blue shade.

Nero pushed open the window and asked with a voice crisper than Aoba: "Can you understand?"

Rhodes turned his face away, his eyes shot from the top edge of the parchment.His eyes are undisguised fierceness, undisguised to the extreme, there is a meaning of innocence.

"I don't understand!" He used the paper as a fan, and slapped it anxiously twice to drive away the heat, "These strange symbols are wriggling like worms!"

"Then I'll explain it to you in Latin." Nero said patiently.

He took out a piece of parchment with the same content, flattened the four corners, and there was no trace of impatience on his calm face.

Nero browsed through it, and his strong language ability enabled him to translate:

"Look up and worship the gods, the devil hides in your shadow and laughs;

Bend down and tear with the devil, and the god embraces you from behind. "

Rhodes sneered, and the broken light between the trees made him half-closed his eyes.

There was a self-deprecating smile in his narrowed eyelids, "I am indeed a vicious and disturbed person! I will never bother to get involved in these weird philosophies..."

"No!" Nero retorted.There was a hint of eagerness on his delicate skin, and a look of reproach in his eyes.This kind of blame is like a relief on his face, so that his domineering and assertive temperament that has been hidden for a long time is reflected a little.

"You are a gentle and simple person, Rhodes..." he said seriously.

Rhodes narrowed his eyes lazily.The broken shadows cast by the leaves danced on his face, and his long hair fell down.

He stopped fanning the paper and said nonchalantly, "You are the master. Whatever you say is what you say."

Nero pursed his mouth, gently blew off the dust on the parchment, and continued to read:

"The so-called blessings and misfortunes have never been incompatible enemies; they are just the opening and closing of the eyes of the goddess of fate. Just like opening eyes will inevitably close eyes, and closing eyes will inevitably open eyes; the same is true for blessings and misfortunes... ..."

Rhodes closed his eyes wearily, and said slowly: "Those Greek philosophers like to moan without illness!"

The delicate Nero was not like him.He thought about it, subconsciously stroking the engraved metal ink with his fingers, and his resinous eyes became dull due to contemplation.Thoughtful habits made him somewhat gloomy.

He fell into deep thought for a long time.

When Nero raised his head again, Rhodes was already lying on the tree and fell asleep.

The parchment was covered by Rhodes to cover his face, and it vibrated slightly with his breath.He breathes steadily, his thin and strong chest rises and falls steadily, there is no doubt that there is a fiery and lively heart hidden there.

Nero didn't know he was smiling.

At this time, the slave walked to the front of the house and gently knocked on the bedroom door, "Master..." he called out.

Nero turned away and made a soft gesture to the slave.He closed the blinds, and the light and shadow intertwined with blue and black suddenly appeared on his face, making his face visually distorted.

"Say." He ordered with a serious face.

The slave spoke cautiously: "The batch of olives purchased by Quentin couldn't squeeze out oil, and this matter has spread throughout Rome..."

The news pierced Nero's heart like a thin needle, producing a subtle itching feeling that contained profound meaning.

"Can't squeeze oil?!" Nero said in a dangerous tone, "Why?"

"It is said that it is because he bought a fake." The slave replied, "The kind he bought can't even be called an olive, it is just a kind of green fruit that can be chewed and eaten, and it looks very similar to an olive!"

Nero's expression sank like a shipwreck.He paced back and forth a few steps, thinking for a while, and then suddenly stopped like a dumbbell.

"It was imported from India..." he recalled, "no wonder the price is so cheap..."

Cold sweat covered his back like wax oil, and luckily jumped up and down in his mind like a strange monkey.Nero sucked in a breath of air while being delighted, his hair stood upside down.The feeling of fear made him chill, and he blew a breath of cold air on his back as if joking with an evil spirit.

"Many olive oil merchants have sued Quentin in court for fraud," said the slave. "They pay a lot of money and don't get a drop of oil. That's nothing..."

The dramatic change made Nero feel dazed for a moment.

"Many bathhouses and oil workshops have closed down due to lack of stock..." the slave continued, "All these charges have fallen on Quentin. His reputation in the workshop is now as bad as rotten cheese..."

Nero felt lucky.If there were no such disasters, then he would be the one who ended up like this.

"It deserves it." The corner of his mouth curled up with a hint of cruelty.A ray of light illuminated his indifferent thin lips.

The slaves were terrified.He said cautiously: "The batch of olives you bought was seized by the administrator... He said that he should check it carefully, so as not to make the same mistake as Quentin..."

Nero smiled contemptuously, "It's normal. He is Quentin's grandfather, so of course he can't watch me gain power willingly..."

As he said that, a fierce glint flashed in his eyes, and he raised his slender eyebrows, "Get ready for the carriage now, I'm going to visit him."

The slave nodded.He pointed to the blinds and asked, "Should I wake up the guard?"

Nero peeked out through the crack of the window.

Rhodes fell into a deep sleep.His right hand rested loosely on the sword hilt at his waist, and his fit and slow body was like a bronze statue.The parchment was finally blown off by his breath, swinging from side to side and falling to the ground.

"No need." Nero said softly, "Let him sleep."

……

The magistrate was a senior position in the senate, responsible for the day-to-day affairs of all Rome.

And this pivotal position was held by Quentin's maternal grandfather, who was Messalina's father.Not only that, but he also holds a heavy army in his hands, which can be said to be in power.

He is Messalina's biggest backer.

Nero, wearing a pale black robe, got off the carriage on the slave's back and walked into the administrator's house.

He lowered his brows, and his dense eyelashes cast a deep black shadow, making him look old and not suitable for his youthful age.

The slave guarding the house immediately came up to him, knelt down and said, "Master Julius is still on his lunch break..."

"Then wake him up!" Nero said sternly, "If he still pretends to be asleep, mention the word 'olive' to him!"

The slave backed away tremblingly.

Nero glanced around sullenly.

The marble colonnade is embossed with male genitals, and the murals are nudes with bright colors, which makes the place full of lust.

There are rumors that Julius was wild|excessive.He raised a group of beautiful female slaves and eunuchs, and indulged with them all day long.

And his daughter Messalina inherited his promiscuous disposition.The father and daughter even share some male favorites.

Soon, the administrator came out of the room, revealing half of his chest covered with chest hair, with a disheveled look.

He gave Nero a white look, and his thick lips under the beard moved a few times, "You interrupted my rest, Lord Domitius."

Nero smirked.He lowered his head and stood stiffly, his face as gray as dust.

The black robe enveloped him like the water of the Styx.His childish appearance was finally pierced by the inner sternness, like a slowly expanding eggshell.

"I heard that you withheld the olives I purchased, Lord Julius." Nero smiled.

Julius' face stiffened for a moment as if nailed.His fat nostrils slapped a few times, and he calmed down in an instant.

"In order to inspect the goods, I was forced to do this." He said calmly.

"But you don't seem to be in a hurry." Nero stepped forward, his light brown pupils were as menacing as those of a wolf, "If the inspection takes too long, I will misunderstand...you are covering up the merits that I should have received. "

Julius's bruised and deep eye bags twitched a few times, "You misunderstood, I just don't want you to repeat the tragedy of my grandson. He has been involved in lawsuits recently..."

"If it is delayed, the price of olive oil will be even higher." Nero warned, "At that time, he will not only bear a huge fine, but also bear a heavier stigma, are you right?"

A ferocious expression appeared on Julius's face for a moment, and it disappeared immediately.

He coughed twice falsely, and said calmly: "I didn't delay on purpose, you are too worried. It takes time to inspect the goods, and I voluntarily bear all the expenses!"

Nero laughed lowly.Laughter is like an aggressive plague, gradually infecting this small courtyard.His eyelids drooped lazily, and his cold pupils were sandwiched between two layers of thick eyelashes.

He was rather morbid, and his smile was extremely malicious.

Julius stared at him, his hypocritical face suddenly darkened.

"You seem to have a lot of money. You have money to inspect goods and slaves..." Viciousness loomed from the corners of Nero's red eyes, "You also have money to help my daughter hire pirates..."

Julius fell silent.His slack face trembled for a moment, and then he returned to silence in an instant.

He called the slaves, drew up a permission order with a stern face, and stamped the seal reluctantly.

Nero got the permission order, jumped into the carriage with a stride, and left with the sound of wheels.

"Sinister little wolf cub!" Julius snarled in disgust from between his teeth.

A eunuch came up coquettishly and hugged Julius' waist in a servile manner.He rubbed against Julius' belly like a water snake, doing his best to arouse his interest.

Julius put his arms around his eunuch, and soon got carried away...

The author has something to say:

Fortune is where misfortune rests, misfortune is where blessing rests~

Some children's shoes pointed out that there is a problem with "like" and "like".I think the use of the word "xiang" seems to have the ancient rhyme of English and American literature.If it is a modern background, I must use "like" =^_^=