I put out his fire

Because of his illness, Nero could only eat some light liquid food, and he couldn't touch any strong-tasting food.

Including those freshly brewed fish sauces.

His illness is getting worse.Some sloppy elders in the Senate had already foreseen the end of his death, and they fawned on Messalina and Quentin one after another.

Malaria caused Nero to have a high fever, and his joints were sore as if corroded.He is hot and cold, when it is cold, it is like falling into an ice cellar, and when it is hot, it is like being roasted on a flame.

Slaves shuttled in front of the hospital bed and smoked his clothes with medicine.

He was lying on the bedding, short of breath and weak, like a cocoon about to die.The cold sweat was like another layer of skin, sticking stickily to the pores, and seeping into his internal organs little by little.

Nero, who is seriously ill, is like a ghost under strong light, unable to get rid of the image of death.

Rhodes smashed the licorice with a stone hammer and wrapped the grass residue around the gauze.

The green grass juice flowed from his iron-like fingers, leaving a clear bitter taste.

He took steps like a heavy hammer, moved to Nero's bedside like a heavy halberd, and lifted the quilt neatly.

Nero curled up in his sleep and tilted his face uncomfortably.He muttered unconsciously: "Let me sleep..."

Rhodes straightened his head, patted his feverish face with the back of his hand, and forced him to open his eyes.

"Don't sleep all the time!" he said sternly, "that will only bring you one step closer to Hades."

Startled awake by his movement, Nero slowly opened his eyes.His skinny hands groped and held Rhodes' wrist like a root.

"Is it Rhodes..." he said in a daze.The fever clouded his vision like a fog.

Rhodes shook his icy hand, brushed his sweaty forehead carelessly, and said in a deliberately low tone, "It's me."

A smile loomed on Nero's face as if falling into a deep well.He moved his head and rubbed Rhode's hand with his hot cheek.

"I'm so cold... Rhodes..." he said angrily, "Can you hug me?"

Rhodes nodded silently.With a few flicks of his icy fingers, he tied the licorice dregs on Nero's forehead.

He kicked off his sandals, lay down on the bed, wrapped his arms around Nero's thin waist, and pulled him into his arms.

Nero had lost too much weight, and his lips were seriously bruised.The waxy eyeballs are now like cracked amber stones.

His joints were throbbing like ghosts.

He broke out in a cold sweat from the pain, and said in a weak voice, "I dreamed that Jupiter kicked me last night... It's the same as the dream that Caesar had a few days before he was stabbed..."

"That's just a folk rumor." Rhodes frowned, "It's not worth believing."

The pain made Nero twitch.He subconsciously grabbed Rhode's clothes, as if his lungs were a piece of plaster that had been eroded by the wind and was about to shatter into pieces.

"I'm in too much pain... Rhodes..." He frowned his eyebrows like thin lines, and the cold sweat seemed to be dripping into ice.

Rhodes ordered the slave to boil some willow bark water.This medicine has an analgesic effect.

The slave took out the sesame oil steamed by the nymph and spread it on the palm of Nero's hand, which could calm him down.

Nero relaxed a little.The soreness stuck to his joints like silk, he didn't dare to move, curled up like a dead body.

"I'm in so much pain..." he said in a daze, gradually falling into a semi-conscious state.Moan | Moans overflowed from his throat like a faint smell of alcohol.

Rhodes sensed something was wrong with him, and quickly shook his shoulders, "Don't sleep!"

Nero let him shake and did not open his eyes, as if his will had been taken away by his illness.Absurd words slipped from his dry mouth: "I'm not a monster..."

Rhodes became urgent.He pulled his silver hair and pinched his sweaty cheek.

"Nero!" He leaned close to his ear and shouted sharply, his voice was like ringing a bell, "Don't sleep!"

Nero was brought back to consciousness by the sound similar to the sound of bells, morning and evening drums.He raised his eyes reluctantly, and saw Rhode's black eyes and black hair in a daze, nailing into his fragile eyes like spikes.

A tiny smile faded on the corner of his chapped mouth.

"Don't leave me... Rhodes..." The pain in his body made him tremble while speaking, "Don't leave your back to me..."

Rhodes' stupefied was like a rainbow light turning on a facet, and disappeared in an instant.

Slaves brought boiled willow bark water.Rhodes fed Nero a spoonful.

Nero's curly hair was disheveled, and his underwear was already damp with sweat.He drank the pain-killing concoction and slowly regained a little vitality.

Rhodes didn't want him to fall asleep, so he asked the slave to bring a parchment and read a story to him.

He sat on the bed, his black figure was as hard as a sinking reef.

Nero shared the quilt with him, clinging to his firm belly as if resting.

"The story...is it in Greek..." Nero asked in a low voice.

"Latin." Rhodes unfolded the parchment, his nails scratching the scroll, "I can't read those worm-like letters."

There was a gentle smile on Nero's ailing face.

Rhodes' wire-like eyes swept across the sheepskin scroll, and read out a string of Latin words:

"Oedipus scratched his cheek in grief and anger. His eyes were red with blood and tears, and his black hair was turning white at an alarming rate. He seemed demented and crazy, and his vision was crowded with All the devils... He pushed away the guards with his thick arms, and spit out a curse like a coal fire: 'Oh! How unfortunate I am! I am a man rejected by the gods! I am the son of an unclean mother ...'"

Nero thought for a while and said in a muffled voice, "I've read this story."

Rhodes thought silently for a while, and continued to read:

"He was like a fly with a severed head, running around in disorder in the palace. He asked where his wife had gone, but changed his words after a while, saying no, it was his mother, it was he and The mother shared by his children. When he opened the golden door of the bedroom, he saw the queen hanged there, the string around her neck was still swinging from side to side..."

Rhodes suddenly stopped here, his lips closed like a cold front stilled.

"Why don't you read it anymore?" Nero's curly hair stood up and dangled around his waist.

Rod's nails tightened the curls.

He is a resurrected person with rich experience, and he has an unforgettable understanding of the unsatisfactory fate.

He corrected his posture and read to the end:

"Oedipus took two gold brooches from the queen's gown, and stabbed them frantically in the eyes. Every time he stabbed, the gushing blood wet his beard and rustled like hailstones. He howled as he stabbed: 'You will no longer see my plagues, my sins! You are darkened from now on!'

Tragedy and calamity fell upon him.Even those who hate him will shed tears of pity when they see him in such a miserable state..."

Nero twitched restlessly.He hugged Rhodes' waist and lay weakly on his abdomen.

The malaria tortured him so much that he was dying, and his physical strength had already been exhausted.He lay obediently on Rhodes' body, and soon fell asleep.

……

On rainy days there is an uncomfortable grayness, as if coated with the ashes of the dead.Dark clouds float in it like a skeleton.

Agrippina was wearing the white robe she wore when offering sacrifices and rang a silver bell in her hand, standing firmly in front of the shrine.

The gravel on the ground was soaked, showing a ghostly gray-black color.Between the gray sky and the dirty ground, she is like an unrepentant white stick, holding on between the black and the gray.

She pulled the white veil on top of her head, covering her plain face.

Nero had been infected with malaria for seven days.She prays for him every day.

"Esculapio, the god of medicine, used your medical staff as an omnipotent tool to save my son's life at the border of the River Styx..."

She repeated the mantra devoutly, lit the white candle, and placed it firmly in front of the statue.

When the candle was burnt out, she turned around as heavily as a rock, and her eyes suddenly hit the uninvited guest in the courtyard.

Agrippina's pupils constricted like snake eyes for an instant.

Messalina is wearing a gorgeous red dress.Her red nail polish is extremely bright, and her lips are painted with lipstick made of red algae, which is as bright as bleeding.

The two of them, one red and one white, are facing each other. In the dark world, they are like two colors that have strayed into it.

Indifference soon spread across Agrippina's face.Through the thin white veil, her frosty face loomed.

"Looks like I should change to a bunch of slaves at the gate, they're so blind they won't stop anyone who doesn't know what's coming!" she said.

Messalina smiled slyly.She was in high spirits today, and her domineering words were like sharp stones, spit out from between her lips one by one, as if she could have the power from the soul when she spoke:

"Because I am the most honorable queen! I am more qualified to give orders than you, a widow!"

Agrippina looked cold.She smoothed the curtains on the altar, and the veil was blown like a cloud of white smoke by the wind.

"If you are here to show off your husband, please get out of my villa." She said calmly.

"You're wrong! I'm not here to show off my husband..." Messalina spread her hands and approached step by step.

Her red hair curled up flamboyantly, like a bunch of red worms with teeth and claws.

"I'm here to comfort you." She put on a teasing expression, "I heard that your son has malaria and is not far from death."

A shadow was cast over her eyes, and her tone turned cloudy: "I didn't expect him to die so easily..."

Agrippina held her breath.She lowered her head weakly, and the words floating out of her pale lips were like dust: "He will be fine..."

Messalina sneered, and her thick eyebrows, which were exquisitely drawn, bounced twice.

"Tsk tsk... look at your downfall now, Agrippina. I remember you were so innocent when you were a girl, and that Domitius cast you like a witchcraft, turning you from a happy nightingale The bird turned into a sinister snake..."

Agrippina had an attack at once.There was blood in the corner of her eyes, and she said in a dangerous tone: "I won't let you talk about him!"

"Hmph!" Messalina raised her arms, "The only blood he has left will be crushed, so what can I do if I say a few words about him?!"

Agrippina's face was as calm as death.Her golden-brown eyes were like a pool of stagnant water, undisturbed.

She paused for a while, then said: "You are going to marry a hunchback just out of vanity, how can you understand my thoughts..."

Messalina's face became stiff.

"I promised my husband..." Agrippina said slowly, with nostalgia in her eyes, "I must help him realize his wish."

As she said that, she suddenly changed into a ruthless expression, and her upturned nose shrank like a wild animal.

"Even if Nero dies here, as long as I can still breathe and know things, I will use all means to fulfill my husband's wish! What are children, marriage, and ethics?! As long as his wish is fulfilled, it is considered a sale." I am a lowly slave myself, and even want my life, I can agree!"

Messalina gasped in surprise, "You lunatic! Agrippina..."

She screamed, "You're a paranoid monster!"

Agrippina glanced at her lightly and sighed: "I have never wanted to compare with you since I was a child, Messalina. But you always jumped before my eyes like a frightened mouse." jump!"

Messalina's cheek muscles twitched as she stared at her.

"My heart is filled with the ideals of Domitius, and I will play the little girl game with you flawlessly." Agrippina said coldly, "You will never be in my eyes!"

Messalina flushed with anger.As if she was venting her anger, her long red nails pulled her red hair, as if blood was dripping in the blood.

She gritted her teeth, and the words popped out one by one: "Fuck the ideal... All I know is that you are about to lose to me, and you will lose so badly!"

Agrippina stood impassive.

"Claudius has ordered the funeral director to prepare for Nero's funeral; in the mausoleum on the square, there is already a cave for him. Even the tomb is erected, and the name and epitaph are only left to be engraved... "

Messalina walked over and stretched out one hand to pinch Agrippina's face, very frivolously.

"I want to see... Nero is dead, what else can you do to realize your husband's ideal?"

Agrippina sneered, and knocked off her slime-like hand.

……

Early in the morning, several judges with white beards came in a hurry, like a pile of boulders rolling, rumbled into the house.

The leading judge held a will in his hand.

Rhodes blocked the door of the bedroom like a rock, relying on his cold sword.His deep jawbone was sideways, sharper than the edge of the sword in his hand.

"Who are you?" The warning was stretched in his eyes like a sharp arrow, and he was about to jump out.

The judge showed the will, "My lord's mother asked us to come."

Rhodes stopped and did not move his solemn footsteps. "This is the house of Domitius. Your words and deeds must be carried out according to the will of the adults, not his mother!"

The judge's beard moved.With a serious face, he put the will in front of Rhodes, pointed to the seal on it and said, "This has the emperor's seal on it!"

Rod paused for a moment, and moved away with iron-like footsteps, flashing a barely open space.

Nero was sleeping soundly on the bed, the heavy blanket almost covered his entire head, only the mouth and nose for breathing were exposed.

The judge prayed silently to the gods, then took Nero's hand and sealed the will with the golden ring between his fingers.

This will stipulates that after Nero's death, all his mansions and lands will be named "Domitius" and will be donated to the people of all Rome free of charge.

As the emperor, Claudius is of course happy to see this kind of will.

When Agrippina proposed the will to him, he was as happy as a parrot jumping.

With the death of his son, he won the public's last favor for the family.This is Agrippina's plan in a desperate situation.

After the judge's footsteps roared away, Nero opened his eyes in a daze, and blurred in his eyes like shattered ice.

He entered the most difficult and dangerous period of malaria, alternately lucid and faint.He seemed to be wading on the edge of the Styx, and his consciousness was like a mess of broken ice, unsystematic.

Rhodes helped him sit up, and tied the licorice bag on his forehead tightly.

Nero's eyes were gloomy, and there seemed to be layers of dark gray piled up there.He leaned against Rhodes and remained silent.

Silence sticks out into the air like dead vines.

Nero suddenly spoke, his voice seemed to be weathered, and it was so brittle that it was about to break: "Did someone come just now..."

"Yeah." Rhodes remained calm, hiding the truth from him, "It's a group of slaves who came to deliver licorice and garlic."

Nero laughed slightly.He put his arms around his waist and rubbed against his hard ribs.

He said clearly: "You lied to me... Rhodes..."

Rhode's tight lips tended to loosen.

Nero rubbed the golden ring between his fingers, and said solemnly: "My seal ring has been turned by someone, and it is still covered with wet paint. The seal at this time must have something to do with the will, am I right... "

Rhodes was silent.

"I didn't expect that I would not even be able to make my own will..." A weak cough escaped from Nero's mouth.

The pain and reality made him taste the bitterness of the world for the first time.His brows and eyes have been stained with a deep meaning:

"My father once called me a monster, and my mother bound me like a ghost...every step I took, I was pushed and shoved, and in the end I was slaughtered by malaria...I control everything No, what an incompetent and mermaid waste..."

Rhodes sat on the edge of the bed, stroking his thin shoulders with hands like forged iron.

Malaria attacks at this time.The pain grinds on Nero's bones like a saw.

Nero was dizzy.His breathing gradually became short, and he clung to Rhodes' waist helplessly.The severe pain was too severe, as if a ghost was tearing away his muscles and bones bit by bit.He was in so much pain that he wanted to retch.

Rhodes fed him a little willow bark water.He drank it obediently, and got into the thick bedding.

At this time, there was a commotion in the courtyard outside the window, blasting into the courtyard like a thunderbolt.

Rhodes jumped out of bed in one step, and rushed to the door like a wandering spirit.His black sideburns were swept down to his shoulders, like thin needles.

The bedroom door was kicked open with a bang, and the wind from the door brushed his hair.

Like a ball of cotton soaked in oil, Quentin squeezed in through the door frame with a playful smile.

Behind him were four slaves, carrying a wooden box together.

Quentin was holding the clay pot in one hand, and his waist like a round bucket was crossed with the other. His protruding belly was bigger than the pot.

"Hello!" Quentin roared in a squeaky voice, and said with a strange smile, "I heard that you are going to die soon! Let me see if it's true..."

Nero pulled himself together, revealing a pair of cold eyes from under the quilt.As if being summoned, the ruthlessness disappeared from the corner of his eyes.

"My life has nothing to do with you." He said indifferently.

"Don't be so indifferent! I'm here to give you a gift!" Quentin put on a show.

His small seam-like eyes were squeezed in the fat with difficulty, revealing a cunning light from under the swaying skin.

Nero dismissed it.

Quentin sneered.He was a little irritable, and Fat Pigskin's face instantly turned red as if it had been filled with paint.

His voice was sharp, and it came out from between the teeth that were stuffed with meat, giving people a very wet and uncomfortable feeling.

"Forget it! I won't care about a corpse about to be eaten by maggots!" He gave Nero a white look.

Quentin moved his trotter-like feet, and his round belly rested on the clay pot.He was swaying with a fat body, and his protruding double chin swayed accordingly.

"I heard that you donated all your property." He gloated, touched the scroll pattern on the table leg with his foot, and made a muffled soft sound.

Nero is hurt.His bony hands clenched the blanket tightly, and there was a faint throbbing of an artery between his blue and white neck.

Quentin tilted his fat head and sniffed the clay pot in his arms.A few streams of saliva escaped from the corner of his mouth, and he sucked the saliva and opened the lid.

A strong smell of fresh fish wafted out from the mouth of the tank, like a greasy tentacle, slyly sucked his nose, and penetrated into the thick and round nostrils.

"I found this at your house..." Quentin raised his fingers and tapped the pot.As he spoke, saliva flowed from between his teeth.

Nero Pain and Cold Syndrome strike together.His lips and teeth were trembling uncontrollably, making small crackling sounds.The cold sweat condensed like morning dew, and then gathered into strands and flowed down.His muscles were sore, and his lips, which were just a little bloody, turned white as if they had been drained.

Quentin wiped off the saliva around his mouth, squeezed the facial features floating in the grease, and pulled out a grin.

"How embarrassing... Nero..." He smiled maliciously, "I can break your neck with one hand now!"

Nero, who was seriously ill, couldn't care less about fighting with him.

Quentin clattered the clay pot twice with his bear-like fat hands.

The four slaves behind him understood what he meant, moved the wooden box they were carrying to the bed, and hurriedly lifted the lid of the box.

There are several pieces of black silk in the wooden box, reflecting a dull luster, exuding a pine scent that chokes the nose.

Rhodes stood aside, his hand was slowly pressing on the polished hilt, very urgent.

In the wooden box are mourning clothes specially for the dead.

"See?!" Quentin screamed strangely, excitement floating on his face like garbage.

"You will wear it soon and be buried in the mausoleum beside the square... Oh no..."

He danced a few times, and the treachery was stuck on his face like a mask.His lips, which were cumbersome with fat, spat out vicious words at this moment.

"I won't let you sleep peacefully in the Imperial Tomb..." He laughed viciously, "I will make dough from your ashes and feed them to the most despicable prostitutes and slaves!"

Such insulting words crawled into Nero's ears like poisonous scorpions.He, who was half unconscious, was stimulated and gasped violently.

"You are not qualified to do this!" Viciousness pressed down on Nero's eyebrows like flowing clouds. "I am a descendant of nobles..."

"Of course I am qualified! Because I will be the emperor of Rome! I am the first citizen! My words have the same status as the law!"

Quentin pouted his stubby thumb and pointed at the tip of his round nose, "And you are just a short-lived ghost like your father..."

His cruel words pierced Nero's pure mind like an ice pick.Nero sat stiffly, his clean pupils darkened as if polluted.

In the despair of the trough in his life, the young and inexperienced man unexpectedly had a twisted epiphany.

A long sword whirled towards him suddenly, making a whistling sound of breaking the wind.The sword light swayed Quentin's sight squeezed by the grease.

The blade of the sword smashed through the air, and plunged into the ominous strands of black silk.

The dark red hilt stood in the black silk, like a smear of blood floating in the undercurrent of hell.

Quentin was startled by this sudden movement, his swollen lips turned outward like a monkey, dull and ugly.

"It's so noisy!" Rhodes approached him like Shen Feng, his threatening tone was like barbs.

He was already quite irritable, and drew back his long sword, "Take your fish sauce and get out! If you don't want to have your tongue cut off by me."

A ferocious Shura air enveloped Rhodes' eyes.He put the sword on his shoulder, and a pair of beautiful eyes shone fiercely, which was a cruelty similar to that of a monster.The murderous and bloody temperament he had cultivated since his previous life has completely reappeared at this moment.

Quentin was taken aback by his momentum.Fear grew like a weed on his fat face.

His thick ankle trembled and slipped away like a piece of fatty cheese.

……

As Quentin's grandfather, Julius gained power for a while.

He worked harder to have fun day and night with his slaves.The valerian smoke used for aphrodisiac crawls around the courtyard like a centipede.

Munch fastened the buckle of the shoulder armor and stroked back her golden hair.

He stepped on the slave and got off the horse, his facial features stretched tightly on his face like a sinking net.

He paused at the gate of the house for a while, then walked into Julius' house.

The sound of merrymaking in the palace gate radiated like hot steam.Munch's face was as straight as bark.

Julius swayed out with a satisfied face, chewing a sweet olive loudly in his mouth.

His obscene | evil eyeballs rolled twice, and they stuck to Menxi's face like caterpillars.

"Long time no see, old friend!" He crossed his arms and smiled mischievously, with a casual attitude.

Menxi raised a stiff smile as if restrained by a rope, "I'm here to congratulate you."

"Oh..." Julius blew up his beard, and a teasing light came out of his pupils like an insect.

His legs and feet slid on the ground like wax oil, and he slickly walked in front of Munch, "The contemptuous Lord Otto condescends to come to visit his old friend on his own initiative, this is really a rare thing..."

Menxi rolled his eyes at him, and there was a faint blue light between his half-closed eyes, like a scimitar, "The past has been buried in the soil."

"Don't be so guarded!" Julius swallowed the crumbs of the sweet olive in his mouth, and the sweet smell escaped from his lips and teeth.

He lazily folded his arms, looked at Menxi with eyes as light as confetti and said, "Thanks to you leaving in time, I know that women and eunuchs are much more fun than you!"

Munch loathed his carelessness.

He turned his face indifferently, and his protruding cheekbones were stubbornly facing his old lover.

"I'm not here to catch up with you." He spit out indifferent words, "I'm here for my sure successor, Quentin."

"Just tell me your purpose!" Julius said calmly with his sticky eyeballs slanting to the corners of his eyes, "Don't go round and round! Munch. I know all the twists and turns in your stomach! "

Menhi paused, his lips fluttered twice like will-o'-the-wisps.His words were also like a flickering ghost, floating faintly from between his lips: "...do you still remember that golden sword?"

"Hmph!" Julius laughed dryly from the depths of his throat, and jokingly said, "You really only have that gambler emperor in your head!"

Meng Xi stood still, a trace of blue pressed against his deep eyebrows, as if bruises slowly appeared from the eyeballs.

He stood like a cross, and said with a blank face: "I am of noble birth, and I am highly respected in the Senate. Except for General Lei Ke who left Gaul, I have almost no enemies..."

"But you have no friends either." Julius said suddenly.

Meng Xi ignored his teasing, and recommended himself indifferently: "I have great military achievements and a strong background. Is it more than enough to be your grandson's personal guard in the future?"

Julius was taken aback, surprise covering his face like rubber.He paused every word, and popped out from the grass-like beard: "You want to be the commander of the Guards?!"

Meng Xi nodded, "That's right."

Silence sealed Julius' lips like an iron sheet.His thick lips fluttered twice, and words of surprise popped out from the sticky tip of his tongue: "That's just a position that an ordinary knight can do..."

Munch's back was as straight as an iron rod, motionless.

There was a hint of darkness in Julius's eyes.His voice was dull: "I know you are crazy, but I didn't expect that you have reached the point of madness..."

"I also made this request to your emperor's son-in-law, but he declined..." Menxi's blue eyes fluttered, as if a huge wave was sweeping, "He is wearing a hunchbacked and bent-legged mouse skin, but he has a An indomitable heart! He is not as easy to bully as he appears on the surface..."

"If you just want to get the golden sword, you don't have to do it." Julius said lightly.He straightened his open neckline to hide the thick chest hair inside.Excessive sex has left him with a pair of heavy dark circles.

"What I want is more than a golden sword!" Menxi scratched his hair anxiously.

The cloud of prey was like a piece of wood floating in the water, slowly bulging from his soul, almost bursting his whitewashed skin.

He scratched at the armor with his nails, making a squeaky sound, "I want that name more..."

The slave held a tray and brought Julius a jug of rose juice.He sprayed the flower juice on his master, which made Julius always smell fresh.

Julius took a deep breath, stuck his fat fingers into his beard, and scratched two tickles, "For the sake of you sharing the bed with me, I agree to your request. I don't count A man of temperament similar to you?"

Meng Xi's expression softened.The instep of his foot, which had been tense all the time, was slack, and the veins protruding like earthworms were deflated.

He deliberately took a tense posture, and took steps like a sword light, and the armor collided with a decisive sound.

"It's pretty good that you imitate Thales." Julius suddenly said.

Men Xiru was struck in the back by lightning.He turned around stiffly, like a stone mill that couldn't be pushed.

The ferocious expression quickly buried his blond hair and blue eyes like a germ.His facial features were distorted, like an enraged jackal, "Don't mention this name!" He said viciously.

"Just kidding..." Julius rolled his greasy eyeballs twice, and said with a smile.

He pointed to the inside of the palace door with his toes, showing a dissolute smile, "Would you like to come in and have fun together? I recently bought some young boys, and some of them can even play the flute and weave rope..."

"I'm not interested in eunuchs," Munch said with his back to him.

He immediately lifted his feet and left, his steps were sharp and artificial, as if he was wearing a hard shell.

……

Nero, suffering from malaria, had a high fever every day.

The greasy sweat on his body didn't go away, as if every part of his body was covered with a thin layer of scab.

The slave walked into the hospital bed with a soup bowl in his hand, and stirred the boiled licorice water a few times.This herbal water has an antipyretic effect.

After Nero's chills like falling into an ice cave, he will suffer from scorching heat, as if walking from one hell to another.

He was so burned that he was unconscious, and his head seemed to be stuck in a sieve, sifting out a puddle of broken, swimming things.

Rhodes sat beside the candle, wearing a pair of black gloves with half-fingers exposed, and the reddish warm light flicked on his face like fluff.

He took a sharp iron awl and repeatedly polished it on the stone until all the rust was removed.

The Romans believed that fevers were caused by toxins in the blood.Therefore, they reduce the fever by pricking the flesh and blood.

The red candlelight stretched in the air like honey silk, and the grinding sound deliberately suppressed by Rhodes was like the chirping of night insects.

Rhodes' deep black eyes reflected a conical point of light.He stretched out a finger and touched the tip of the awl, and a blood bead was poked out of the fingertip in an instant.

He brushed off the blood spots indifferently, put the awl on the candle and roasted it, and came to Nero's bedside.

Nero was curled up like hibernating, his dull silver hair was like dried ivory, and he had lost all vigor.

Rhodes lifted his quilt.Startled by the coldness, Nero shrank into a ball that smelled strongly of licorice.

"I'm cold..." He kicked his legs uncomfortably and twisted slowly.There were a few whimpers in his throat, and his collarbone was as thin as a thin rod.

"Wake up!" Rhodes said, "You should take your medicine."

Nero opened his eyes leisurely, his pupils were like a pool of clear water at this moment; when he regained consciousness, these golden eyes slipped into some deep colors like animal eyes.

Rhodes pulled his shirt, revealing a pale belly.His navel fit into his thin waist like a black button.

The awakened Nero was defenseless.He clutched his waist and abdomen violently, turning his flushed face to an astonishing degree.

"Don't be like this... Rhodes..." His voice was slightly hoarse.

"Don't get me wrong." Rhodes pinched a piece of clove and stuck it on his navel, "I'm just helping you with the herbs that reduce your fever."

Sensitive Nero shuddered as if being stung.

The dampness of the clove was like a cunning katydid, bit by bit it got into his flesh, and then silently gnawed into his limbs and bones.It's so cold in there that it burns you.

Nero's eyes were blurred, and Rhode brushed past him very close to his instinct.At this time, Rhodes's clear smell like a mountain spring blends with the strong fragrance of cloves, which is a dreamy smell.

His throat swallowed.

Rhodes covered him with a quilt, and went back and forth like a flash of light to fetch the scorching hot cone.

"Give me your hand." Rhodes sat on the edge of the bed, his black figure was like a mountain covering the sky.

He stared at Nero, the misty candlelight made him a little feminine.His beautiful eyes are like gems.

Nero took the initiative to roll up his sleeves, showing a small forearm, "Come on..." He behaved very well.

His skin is quite fair, like a layer of translucent white ice, the lavender blood vessels are frozen underneath, very thin.

Rhodes grabbed Nero's hand, the leather glove he was wearing was hard and harsh, and the exposed half of his fingers were sexy and restrained|sexy, almost kneading into Nero's flesh like a branding iron.

Nero was taken aback.His skinny hand was like a cunning rabbit, and he quickly touched Rhodes' hand holding the sharp cone.

Rhodes raised his eyes, and sharp blade-like gazes swept into Nero's eyes.

"What's wrong?" Rhodes asked in a low voice.

Nero said nothing.The dark red candlelight danced in his eyes, like two blood-red twins squirming.

He gripped Rhode's hand tightly, and stabbed his forearm violently, the movement was as fast as a flash.

This scene is very similar to the previous life.Rhodes looked slightly stagnant, and a string of warm blood splashed on his face.

He suddenly squeezed Nero's hand tightly, and his breathing was urgent for a moment.

"Don't do this in the future." Rhodes said tensely, catching the gushing blood with a plate.

Nero's lips, like the wings of a withered moth, curled up, engraving a flashing smile.

He smiled very quietly, like a cloud disappearing into another cloud.

The author has something to say:

Nero is going to grow up~~ but he will always leave his cute and sensual side to Rhodes

In addition, I learned about the symptoms of malaria on the Internet, which may be a little different from the actual one~