I put out his fire

Rome is much more lively than usual.

A bronze statue of Saturn, the god of agriculture, was erected on the street, and people gathered around the street to gamble happily, and the slaves wandering the crowd threw wheat grains into the air.Women wear ears of wheat in their hair, men paint their faces with gaudy paint.The whole street is decorated with lights, and there are street vendors selling barbecue, beer and cheese.

Today is Saturnalia.

On the day of the Saturnalia, such a rule is popular among nobles:

The status of master and servant is temporarily reversed.The master needs to entertain his servants with a banquet and satisfy their wishes on this day as much as possible.

This is a kind of pastime created by nobles who are tired of enjoying to adjust their lives.

The streets are crowded with people.Nero and Rhodes walked side by side, their hands hitting each other from time to time.

Rod was so hot that he tore off his collar, and his slender collarbone could be seen.His face was covered with sweat, and it was unmistakably sexy, with a beauty that transcended gender.He is the kind of handsome man who stands out from the crowd.

Rhodes stopped in front of the stall and asked the vendor for a glass of beer.The vendor was amazed by his handsome facial features for a while, and gave him lemons and ice cubes for free.

Rhodes threw him a silver coin, raised his neck and drank heavily.

His Adam's apple rolled continuously, his deep neckline flashed like a streamline, and the brazier in the distance gave his face a gentle warm color.

Nero's eyes were blurred, and his sensitive nose could smell the aroma of beer and wheat.

Rhodes returned the empty wine glass, his slender finger bones were as white as ice, which dazzled the vendor's eyes.

Nero caught a glimpse of the stunned face of the vendor, and a hint of viciousness was scratched in his pale yellow eyes.

When the two walked back to the street, they were almost squeezed shoulder to shoulder.

Their swaying hands hit each other.

At the moment of this collision, Nero took advantage of the situation and grabbed Rhode's hand as fast as a cunning catfish.

"Hot!" Rhodes complained impatiently.He wanted to withdraw his hand, but Nero grabbed it tightly as if imprisoned.

Nero felt aggrieved, and his eyelashes, which were as thick as black blades, trembled slightly.His fluffy silver hair was comparable to silk thread, shaking twice like jelly at this moment.

"There are too many people here. I don't want to be separated from you..." He took Rhode's arm intimately, and his whole body stuck to him.

Rhodes' red lips moved faintly.But after all, he didn't say the rebuttal.

The two strolled on the street for a while, and Rhodes even gambled a few dollars.They passed by many food stalls, seduced by the smell of rice and hungry.

Nero bought skewers of grilled parrot meat and lobster wrapped in lettuce leaves.

Parrot meat is roasted tender by the chef and topped with a layer of black pepper and fig flesh.When Nero tore it lightly, the clear fibers were pulled apart between the meat, and the salty and fresh meat scent rushed over with heat, and even the meat dregs in the bones had a strong sauce aroma.

The two shared food as they walked.

Nero ate the roast gracefully.He held Rhodes in a clingy manner, eating while walking arm in arm like this, but it was actually a little difficult to move.

"Actually, I should serve you today, and you can ask me any wish." Nero bit off a small bite of the lobster.

His lips moved deftly, keeping the vanilla powder off the shrimp.

"This kind of playful exchange doesn't make any sense." Rhodes said casually as he glanced over with his stern black eyes.

"But I'm serious!" Nero emphasized.

Rhode glanced at him, and the speed of chewing began to slow down.His tough attitude has a tendency to loosen.

Nero swallowed quietly, with a dignified demeanor, "As usual, you should ask me three wishes."

He paused, "I will satisfy you..."

Rhodes quickly ate up the parrot meat, and joked with a smile on his face: "I just hope you let go of my arm now!"

"Oh..." Nero shook his head, gripping his arms tighter.His crystal-like brown eyes moved to the corners of his eyes, and at this moment Rhode's figure was nailed into his eyes, like a mass of metal that could not be melted.

"It's not such a low-level wish, Rhodes..." His tone was gentle, and the young brows were full of the light of Rome, with a hint of magnificence.

"Let me satisfy you... Rhodes." He pretended to be a servant, his fair skin was slightly blush.A trace of imperceptible cunning was hidden in his eyes, and his coquettishness was almost begging, "Please..."

Rhodes pondered, seriousness stuck to his resolute face like a gold plate.

He recalled some distant memories, a kind of vigilance pouring from the previous life occupied his mind, the line of his jaw was too rigid to break easily.

Nero's fluffy silver hair approached him, urging him in a low voice: "Let's talk about the first one..."

Rhodes was silent for a long time, his eyes drooping deeply.

The sharp breath gradually filled his eyes, and he said in a heavy tone: "Don't kill your mother."

Surprise surged from Nero's heart to the top of his head.He gasped slightly, his face flushed.It made him very guilty to be poked into the darkest secret.There was a lump in his throat, and he was silent for a long time like death.

"...Okay, I promise you." He spoke again, his voice dull as if being hammered.

Rhodes glanced at him knowingly, and continued: "Also, to become an emperor like Augustus."

Nero nodded firmly, the corners of his lips tensed tightly, "Okay."

Rhodes didn't mention any more wishes.He pinched out a lettuce roll and ate it slowly, his bright red lips rubbed against the bright green vegetable leaves, surrounded by his black hair and black eyes, like a flower blooming among black thorns.

Nero looked at his soft red lips and asked softly, "What about the last one?"

"That will be decided later." Rhodes said leisurely, with a wandering light shining in the dark black pupils, looking very casual and willful, "I can't think of it for a while now."

Nero shut his mouth sensiblely.He didn't want to urge Rhodes any more.

The two cuddled and walked home.In the end, Rhodes ate the last piece of lobster meat in the box.

……

In the early morning of the next day, when the gloomy sun and the moon were suspended in the white sky at the same time, Nero set off from the house.

He carried his sturdy sheepskin armor, his sword with a bronze hilt, and his new, unworn shield.

Of course, he also brought his Rhodes.

The journey was long, and the two sat in the same carriage.

The emperor's carriage was ahead of them.

Claudius looked aggrieved and shrank in the corner of the car like a mouse whose legs had been pinched off.There were bruises on his cheeks and eye sockets, and the red swellings trembled with pain, as if they were bulging with pus.

He touched the swollen wound with his round fingertips, and moaned "Ouch" from his thin short neck.

The golden crown was worn askew on his oily bald head, and Claudius's small, pea-like eyes gleamed with a little hatred.

——Messalina was outraged by the fact that Nero went to the war together, and she vented her anger at her useless husband, and in a fit of anger even threw the vase on his face.

Rhodes roughly tore open an orange.His actions were too impatient, and the orange-red flesh was torn off even the skin.

He handed half of it to Nero, and the orange juice flowed out of his hand, dripping down.

Nero was startled, and reached out his hand hesitantly.His slender eyelashes cast a trembling black color, and his movement of holding the orange faltered for a moment.

Rhodes simply withdrew his hand, allowing Nero to grab an empty hand.

He ate the orange as slowly as a banana, ignoring Nero's unnaturalness, "If you don't want to eat it, just forget it."

"No." Nero quickly explained, "I've only eaten fruit cut into pieces and placed on a plate, and I've never eaten it directly..."

Rhodes finished the orange in silence, dipping his fingers in the dripping juice.He brought his lips close to his finger and sucked it off quickly, making an extremely small sound of water, like some kind of imaginative, vile hint.

Nero could see the tip of his tongue, which was as red as his lips, looming between his extremely black hair.Nero had an inexplicable feeling.

Rhodes wiped his hands, and lay back in an uninhibited posture.The sunlight coming in through the purple silk curtain is very gentle, and his face as strong as iron seems to melt, giving it a soft charm.

"I asked the coachman, Gaul is far away, we have to spend more than ten days on this bumpy and dizzy road!" Rhodes said leaning on his cold sword.

"I can bear it." Nero said calmly, those unfathomable brown eyes were able to emit pure and untainted eyes.

Rhodes half-closed his eyes, giving the illusion of laziness, but in fact he was just expressing interest.

"I went to Gaul a long time ago..." he said while recalling, with a heavy tone as if he had been weather-beaten. "The air in Gaul is so turbid that it seems to be made of dust."

Rhodes' looming collarbone was as straight as a ship's anchor.He who was resurrected from the dead once abandoned the shipwreck due to violent storms, and was finally pushed to the barbarian land by the waves in a coma.

"Have you ever been to Gaul?" Nero asked in surprise, "But there is no such place in your resume..."

Rhodes glanced at him flatly, paused for a while, and prevaricated: "I passed here when I was marching."

Nero looked at him, his eyes sparkling, as if there were floating pieces of gold leaf floating in them.He pondered for a moment, his expression a little vague, but he didn't ask any further.

"I have never been here, but I know the governor of Gaul," said Nero. Call the wind and the rain in the province."

His eyelashes drooped slightly, a trace of deep smudged in his handsome eyebrows.His lips were bloodless and as thin as a cold blade, so even the words he said were a little dangerous: "You know, the Gauls and Germans have the strongest combat capabilities. He almost holds the lifeblood of Rome... "

Rhodes crossed his slender legs, and the straps of his boots crossed around his neat ankles.

He smiled casually: "Then he is really a loyal general, his eyes only look at the knife, never the throne."

"Yes." Nero nodded, "I heard that he is a friend of Caligula, grew up with him, and is his staunch supporter."

Rhodes turned his face heavily, the name Caligula undoubtedly brought back uncomfortable memories.His side face is very deep, half hidden in the soft and bright temples, as precipitous as expected.

He whispered, "Have you seen the general?"

"I saw it once when I was a kid," Nero recalled. "He was a reckless guy. I was very young, and he forced me to eat a piece of raw beef with blood on the grounds of cultivating my manliness." .The cow has just been killed, and the meat is still steaming..."

"He's such a freak!" Rhodes sneered and sighed softly, the precipitousness on his face vaguely relaxed.

"He's really weird." Nero echoed, "He has the most remarkable military exploits. He can obviously enjoy luxury houses and delicious food in Rome, but he insists on staying in the desolate Gaul for more than ten years, spending a whole day fighting with barbarians. A governor who deals with people."

Rhodes smiled, his smile was unrestrained and casual, "People who fight and kill have a bit of a bad temper."