I put out his fire

The absurd coup only caused a little ripple like a bird's beak pecking at water, and the political situation in Rome quickly returned to calm.

All wars are finally over.

Nero obtained a manor and a large piece of nearby land by virtue of his exploits in the Gaul expedition.The surname of "Domitius" is engraved on the root of the wall of the manor and on the stele of the land.He got the title.

The banyan tree is evergreen in all seasons, and under the shade of clouds, there will always be a bright green halo and the astringent smell of the leaves.

There is a place in the shade that is always exclusive to Rhodes.

He was wearing black gloves, and he was manipulating an iron bow. An arrow with black tail feathers was caught between his light white and clean fingers, very neatly.When drawing the bow, his quiet black pupils seemed to be constricted.His forearm has distinct lines due to the force, and the slender and slender muscles have a sculpted texture. There is no doubt that there is some kind of art in it.

Nero stood in front of the shutters, peeping through the cracks of the window, a neat light lay across his bewitched eyebrows and eyes.

Rhodes plucked the bowstring and made a clanking sound.

He was silent for a while, then those slightly cunning black eyes moved, passed through the window, and suddenly bumped into Nero's peeping eyes.

"What are you peeking at? Come out!" Rhodes smiled wantonly, and said to Nero who was hiding in the window.His pretty face was caught between two shutters.

Nero blushed with embarrassment.Rhodes' thick black figure was like scorching hot iron, almost scalding his eyes.

He was stunned for a moment, then pushed open the blinds intertwined with light and shadow, and leaped lightly to the tree like a white rainbow.

Nero, who returned from the experience on the battlefield, already possessed a fairly qualified force.

"Sitting on huge assets at a young age..." Rhodes laughed, "You are the first one in so many years."

Nero gripped the branch with both hands.His gloomy eyebrows were once soaked in blood, and there was some domineering arrogance under the brows, and now under the shade of dark green, there was a soft light of cyan.

"That's what I risked my life on the battlefield." Nero said slowly, his straight legs hanging down like iron halberds.

He gently pulled off the collar, revealing a section of the white neck, and gestured with his hands, "Once the blade of the E tribe's ax was less than two fingers away from my throat, and the wind blown by the ax almost dried my eyes... ..."

Rhodes was silent.It was the place where Nero in the last life committed suicide.

He was silent for a while, then suddenly stretched out his hand to reach Nero's neck.

The hard leather gloves brought a rough touch, rubbing against Nero's already sensitive skin.Rhodes' icy nails scratched his carotid artery and slightly protruding Adam's apple, but they just passed by lightly like butterfly wings, without any real touch.

This kind of non-intimate touch is very subtle, just like an ascetic saint, but makes people imagine.

After all, the human heart is a rebellious and curious thing.

Nero's Adam's apple swallowed eagerly.

Rhodes withdrew his hand, his soft red lips pursed gracefully.He turned his face away, supported the branch with one hand, and held the adjusted bow with the other, his posture was as stiff as a cold front.

"There will be no more wars," he said.

Rhode's side face was half covered by his temples, and the halo between the trees made his lines hazy.His usual tough temperament softened at this moment, like the moment when a sword drenched in blood finally returned to its sheath.

Nero suddenly had courage.

He quietly moved his hand and nervously held Rhode's leather-wrapped wrist.This kind of touch was like a bee sting, and Nero's heart was full of warm secret joy, his face flushed, and at the same time he secretly glanced at Rhodes anxiously.

But his unruly and stern personal guard did not resist.

Nero was already feeling lucky.In secret love, he is a contented person.

The leaves rustled and some dry and fine dust fell.The courtyard smelled of green leaves.

"Let's go for a walk." Rhodes broke the silence, "Today is Luperitia."

……

Lupercalia is an ancient festival in honor of Lupocus, the god of animal husbandry with human body and sheep feet.

The carnival streets are crowded with people.The eaves are covered with wooden carvings of ram horns, and the children are dressed as half-man, half-goat costumes, pretending to be shepherds.Slaves rang bells on the street, and young girls stood on both sides of the street, distributing roses to passers-by, and some bold ones offered kisses to men they liked.This is the tradition of Lupercalia.

Nero and Rhodes both got a rose.

The two were pushed forward in the crowd.

Rhodes stands amidst the noisy voices.He brought the tip of his nose close to the rose and took a light sniff, an invisible smile flickered from the corner of his lips.He has black hair and black clothes, even the leather gloves are pitch black, only roses and red lips are colorful embellishments.

Some passers-by who were crowded around cast amazed glances.The outstanding appearance made Rhodes easy to attract the attention of others.

Nero grasped his wrist tightly and walked side by side with him, his face was a bit gloomy.

Two young girls squeezed their way through the crowd.The wild ones were also a little shy, blushing, and quickly dropped a kiss on Rhodes' side face.

Nero's eyes widened, and the hand holding the rose stem was suddenly clenched.Strong jealousy made him as cold as an ice pick.

Rhodes was very calm.He thrusts the end of the rose stem at the girl, which represents rejection.

Men on the street waved sheepskin whips in disorder, and women gathered around, hoping that the sheepskin whips would hit their heads.The Romans believed this would make it easier for women to bear children.

Everything is a hustle and bustle that does not belong to the two.They slowly walked out of the crowd and came to a relatively secluded place.

Nero was silent, his silver hair drooping limply, and his forehead and neck were as pale as plaster.He had a broken air about him, and melancholy took hold of him like a curse.

In just half a day, he gave Rhodes all the joys and sorrows of his life.

Rhode glanced over calmly, with a slight surprise on his face: "Your hands are bleeding."

Nero froze for a moment, turned over the palm holding the rose stem.The thorns hadn't been shaved clean, and there were several blood holes in his palm.

Blood flowed down the fingers and dripped all over the ground.Nero's pale palm was covered with dazzling blood red.

Rhodes squatted at his feet, tearing off the cloth to bandage the wound.His black hair was very long, and it fell down gently at this moment, revealing the thin white back of his neck and shoulders.

He had been silent for a while, and suddenly stopped bandaging his hands, and suddenly raised his head to look at Nero.

There was scrutiny in his eyes.

Silence is like a layer of thin ice that has just formed, which can be easily pierced at any time.

Nero was suddenly panicked, his eyes dodged with guilt.As if he was being interrogated, his eyelashes kept shaking, and his newly resolute feet began to weaken.A tension twisted his lifeblood like a snake, and Nero's chest ached from the tension.

The tension came too violently, and finally forced out the fragility in his nature.

"Oh... no..." Nero couldn't hold back, covering his face in embarrassment, "I can't do it... Rhodes. Don't look at me like that..." He stammered.

His long-lost, soft and helpless look made a comeback under Rhodes' gaze.

Rhodes stared at him for a while, his lips moved slightly, but he didn't say anything after all...

The two walked through the noise in silence and along the long river bank.

The banks of the river are covered with green laurel trees, sandwiching the water like fermented lumps.The blue-green river water is a bit turbulent, and the sound of colliding with the stone bank is like a quiet music coming from the ground.

They walked under the shade of a tree and passed a stone tablet with their surnames engraved on it.Nero stopped.

Rhodes also stopped, his cold eyes swept away, and he saw "Domitius" engraved on the stone tablet.

Nero caressed the string of stone carvings with a proud expression on his face.His white robe sleeves were stained with star-like blood red, and there were still shocking blood stains on his wrists, which flashed through Rhodes' eyes like a cold light.

"This area is my property." Nero said with a light smile.Very light freckles make him look a little childish, "including the nearby houses and trees, all follow my surname."

"It's an honorable name," Rhodes said.He tugged at the laurel branches, and the slender green leaves half covered his well-shaped cheeks.

Those eyes as black as the underworld glanced at the rushing river in the distance through the cracks in the leaves, and Rhodes looked thoughtful.

Nero leaned over, just as Fanghua's face suddenly appeared.His curly silver hair rubbed Rhode's black hair, and between the intertwined black and silver, there was a scene of rubbing ears and temples.

With a blushing face, he tentatively said cautiously: "Actually... you can also have this surname. As long as you want to..."

The curved branches and leaves suddenly popped out of Rhodes' hands.He turned his face, and it was difficult to see his bright facial features among the shadows of the trees.

Nero paused for a while, then continued: "You have saved me from danger many times, and half of my wealth and life are due to you. You are fully worthy of this reward, and you are also qualified to share everything with me. Since you have no surname..."

"Actually, I have a surname." Rhodes whispered.In the backlight, his face is very dark, only the deep outline looks strong, which makes him a bit stubborn.

Nero froze.A bad premonition arose spontaneously, and he asked solemnly, "What's your last name?"

Rhodes paused, and said in a flat tone: "Fain."

It was a well-known and sinful surname, famous all over Rome for betraying and killing the previous emperor.

Nero was only surprised for a moment, and the eyebrows that were raised due to surprise gradually became flat, and the honey-colored eyes released a dignified dark color.He stared at Rhodes, his expression became serious, and his still young face was as hard as silver-plated, very resolute.

"I am the son of a sinner." Rhodes said calmly, "I have a disgraceful and deadly surname. Anyone who hears this surname will curse me and avoid me like a snake..."

Nero took his hand gently.A trace of joy floated on his slightly gloomy face, and then spread out little by little, as if this kind of joy overflowed from the soul, and finally seeped out from the skin.

Nero's silvery hair was trembling slightly, but actually the melancholy man was warm when he smiled.

"I'm so glad you told me the most important secret, Rod," he said. "You told me everything."

Rhodes looked at his slightly curved eyebrows and paused.

Nero was very calm, his still flat and thin chest rose and fell steadily, without a trace of panic.He has an indescribable, calm temperament, which is worth relying on.His persistence, his responsibility, invaded from his amber eyes.

"These are nothing," Nero held his hand tightly, "I will protect you."

After two lifetimes, Rhodes finally understood that Nero's brutal and bloodthirsty appearance contained no sophistication at all.

The author has something to say: Rhodes has a little feeling for Nero~~