I put out his fire

Nero was ill, and the two did not stay long at the seaside, and soon set off home.

As soon as she stepped into the house, Agrippina's gleaming white shadow pierced into her eyes like a grain of sand, causing an uncomfortable pain.

Nero's heart tightened.

Agrippina was still wearing her pajamas, the cuffs studded with gold thread were blown away, and her silver hair was messed up like tangled threads.

"Where have you been?" she said sternly, her brows and eyelashes dyed a layer of light red with excitement, "I've been waiting for you for a long time!"

Nero gripped his cloak cap tightly, its shadow covering half of his face.His brows and eyes were completely covered by darkness, only a pair of dry lips were exposed, which were whitened by the moonlight.

"Don't worry about it." He said indifferently.His mandible was thin to a point, as if his words had been squeezed out of bone.

Agrippina stepped on a series of ghostly steps, and quickly walked up to Nero.

She touched Nero's forehead, surprise mixed like thin threads in her strong tone: "I heard from the slave that your body temperature has dropped a lot, and it is true."

Nero moved his face away, skillfully avoiding her touch, and said flatly, "What do you want me for?"

Agrippina's pale skin was slightly flushed, like a coagulated red glue.A trace of joy inevitably radiated from her pupils.

"I've come to tell you a piece of good news." She folded her arms in a domineering manner.

Nero looked at her from under the brim of his hat, his eyes had sharp spikes of light even in the shadows.He has a dark prey buried deep in his bones.

"What is it?" His thin lips sneered.

Agrippina paused for a moment.Then, an arrogant smile cracked on her cold face.She laughed so hard that she bent down and covered her stomach, her whole body trembling with laughter.The laughter pierced from her plain lips like a knife and saw, and it sounded very harsh, as if she had never been so happy in her life.

Nero said nothing.His eyes moved with his mother's convulsive shaking.

Agrippina couldn't help laughing, and put her arms around Nero's shoulders.She sighed and said in a malicious tone: "Quentin is dead..."

Rhodes stood behind Nero, his expression changed slightly, and a trace of astonishment passed through his pupils like a thin needle.

"Dead?" Nero was startled, his expression froze, and half of light and shadow were spliced ​​on his face, making him look a little ferocious.

Quentin's fat figure flowed away behind his eyes.The major change caused him to be in a trance for a moment.

Nero paused, and asked sharply, "How did he die?"

"Who knows..." Agrippina smiled contemptuously, "Maybe he died from eating too much. He's like a piggy who can never get enough to eat!"

Nero fell silent.He pressed his brows together, and there was a little morbid pleasure under his dark eyebrows.

"According to the etiquette, we should see him for the last time." Agrippina continued, "while his body is not cold yet..."

Nero turned his head, his half-transparent amber pupils brushed against the brim of his hat, and broke into Rhode's sight abruptly.The cold moonlight shone down, shining his clear pupils to the end, and there was nothing there.

Rhodes suddenly pressed the long sword tightly, and the blade and scabbard collided with each other.He flashed him a saber-like chuckle.

……

When Messalina heard the news that her son was dying, she was still applying a mask made of rose juice to her face.Her eunuch was standing behind, beating her back carefully.

A female slave ran in in a panic, her pale face covered with sweat.She almost fell at Mesalina's feet.

Messalina tidied up the strands of red hair on her temples, and said with displeasure: "Don't act so flustered, you shameless bastard!"

The slave girl's lips parted, her back trembled, and she said weakly, "Quentin...Quentin is dying...the doctor said he seemed to be dying..."

Messalina's movement of applying the mask froze for a moment, and her eyeballs froze for a moment.

But suddenly she sprayed rose water on her face calmly, and said leisurely: "You said the wrong name! It should be Nero!"

"No..." The female slave shook her head, "It's Quentin...it's your son..."

The slave girl's low voice came to her ears like a curse.Messalina froze, a sticky force like asphalt rushed from the soles of her feet to the top of her head, as if her whole body was about to shatter into pieces.She started to ring in her ears, a white mist floated in front of her eyes, and her face was numb like insect bites.

The eunuch stopped beating his back without making a sound, and stepped back nervously.

Messalina wanted to stand up, but suddenly slipped off the copper chair.She was too dizzy to stand up.

"Hurry up and help me over there..." She still had her mask on, and gave an order in a weak voice.

……

Quentin was lying on the bed with all four limbs twisted, wriggling like convulsions.

White foam flowed from the corners of his greasy mouth, his bloodshot eyeballs protruded, and his bruised face was like a pig's liver.His fat swayed as he twisted, and his mouth and nose made the sound of a pig eating because of difficulty breathing.

He is like a maggot wriggling in rotting food.

The slave and the doctor stood still with solemn expressions, and they all knelt down when they saw the approaching queen.

Messalina's legs were shaking, and the batter on her face was mottled, like old tree bark that had been half removed.

Her lips trembled involuntarily, and her teeth clashed with cold.Her vision instantly went black when she caught a glimpse of her son, covering her vision like a black mist, which made her wobble and lie down on the side of the bed.

"I...I..." Foam gushed out of Quentin's mouth like maggots.His toad-like eyes were dull, and his round belly convulsed like a rolling wave.

Messalina couldn't see clearly, and her ears seemed to be filled with water, and she couldn't hear anything.She began to have a headache, and the pain would crush her skull like a ghost cannibal.

Quentin kicked his legs as if drowning.Thick blood vessels protruded from under his thick skin. He tried to speak, but when he opened his mouth, he foamed.

Messalina groped for his bruised and fat hands in a daze.The batter flaked off her face little by little.

"Quentin...Quentin..." She called her son weakly, shaking her head in disbelief, "What do you want to say..."

Before she finished speaking, Quentin jerked violently, his round belly twitching like a spasm.He spit out a mouthful of dirty blood foam one after another.

The fat feet he kicked gradually loosened, twisted to the sides, and finally remained motionless like a dead bug.He died.

Messalina's red hair was splattered with blood vomited up by her son.

Her face was pale, and she was stunned as if she was stupid.

Suddenly, she withdrew her hand and began to slap her face desperately. The sound of slapping became louder and louder, as if to confirm whether this was a dream.

The corners of her mouth were bleeding from the beating, and the batter flew everywhere.She seems to have been taken over by evil spirits, which is creepy.

The slaves around hurried up and pulled away her filthy palm.

Messalina was in a trance, and the huge blow didn't even have the energy to cry.

She lost her usual fierce look, shaking her head in a daze, her cheeks swollen like bread.

"How could he be like this..." She grabbed a slave and asked.

The slave tremblingly reported: "...Your Excellency was eating at that time..." He didn't dare to say any more, and stopped timidly.

Messalina let go of him, glanced at the dining table with empty eyes, and immediately stuck to a clay pot under the table like a worm.

She blinked twice in a daze, unable to stand up, she crawled over like a dog, and hugged the pot.

Messalina's thoughts drifted back.This clay pot was bought by her from the witch.

At that time, the jar was full of highly poisonous red powder.The poisonous powder looks like saffron powder, even the smell is very close.

She reacted for a while, then suddenly screamed.

The slaves were startled by her cry, and all of them fell silent.

Messalina had a hideous face.She was dazed, as if she had lost her soul, and stiffly dug out a lump of fish sauce from the clay pot.

She sniffed it, and suddenly let out a low laugh, which vanished like a bubble in an instant.

Quentin's fat body was lying behind her, emitting a stench.

"My son..." Messalina sighed.

She broke down laughing.Gradually, bitterness crept up to the corners of her eyes, she twitched the corners of her mouth, and simply lay down on the ground, her limbs twisted like snakes, tears mixed with vomit and batter.She cried and laughed.

At this time, many nobles who heard the news hid at the door, peeking in nervously.

They all received the news that they came to see Quentin for the last time, and the scene in the house was horrifying, and no one dared to enter the door.

Agrippina arrives at this time.She changed back into a black dress and kept her face bare because Caligula's funeral was not yet over.

Nero followed her.He was still seriously ill, wearing a thick black cloak, and he had to be supported by Rhodes to walk steadily.

Messalina smashed the clay pot, and the dirty red fish sauce flowed all over the ground.She sat in the fish sauce, hugging her knees hesitantly.The sudden despair made her seem to lose her mind.

"It shouldn't be Quentin..." She said to herself, with a puzzled expression on her face, "It shouldn't be..."

Agrippina stopped at the door with a frosty gleam in her eyes.She stood indifferently, with a nonchalant look.

Messalina's eyes swept away, staring at her enemy like a ghost waiting for revenge.

She was panting heavily, her pale face flushed as if she had been painted with paint.

With a kick of her legs, she jumped up from the ground, picked up the fruit knife on the dining table, and strode towards Agrippina.

Messalina grabbed her shoulders, and a series of movements were as fast as ghosts, making it too late for people to react.

The nobles outside the door let out exclamations.Agrippina was frightened at this moment, and the sharp knife raised high was reflected in her suddenly constricted eyes.

Rhodes flashed out like a ray of black light, and the falling knife light flashed across his abyss-like black eyes.

He calmly drew his sword and swept it away.

There was a sharp sound of metal colliding, and Messalina's sharp knife was easily blocked.

The cold light of the sharp knife swirled a few times in the air, and suddenly poked Rhodes' hand holding the sword.

His skin opened, and a stream of blood flew out from the wound, dripping with blood for a while.

Rhodes just frowned, shaking off the blood on the back of his hand covertly.

Nero, who was behind the crowd, shuddered, forced his way through the crowded nobles, and grabbed his bleeding hand nervously.

"Are you okay?" Nero asked in a panic, worry covering his sunken eye sockets like a black cloth.

He stared at the blood gurgling from Rhodes, and suddenly felt dizzy.

"Nothing." Rhodes looked calm.He withdrew his hand from Nero's stiff embrace, tore off a piece of sleeve, and scribbled it up.

The slaves hugged Messalina who was out of control.She was covered in filth, vomit was sticky hanging from her body, and there was a disgusting smell.

She pointed at Agrippina, waved her arms nervously, and screamed, "Why not your son?!"

Agrippina took two steps back in palpitation, and cold sweat of false alarm broke out on her usual strict face.

Messalina struggled with bloodshot eyes.She twitched frantically a few times, then froze, and collapsed on the ground straight...

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As soon as he appeared on the stage, Kun Fat, who was like eating and broadcasting, has gone offline~~~~