I put out his fire

The next morning, Nero opened his eyes bewilderedly.

He stretched out his hand sleepily from under the quilt, and the pair of leather gloves were still on his hands, stained with some half-dried sticky matter.

There was satisfaction in Nero's not so clear eyes.

He took off his sticky pajamas, cleaned the gloves, and hid them under the pillow.

The slave hears the master ringing the bell, and enters the bedroom diligently.They pour out water from earthen pots, and replace the soiled mattresses of their masters.

Nero put on a clean red robe and cleaned his teeth with soda water and a dental stick.

The slave crushed a plant called ene and applied the juice to his elbows and the soles of his feet.This oriental plant produces a particular red color that makes his pale complexion look healthier.

At this time, the sky outside the window was still very dark, and a few faint stars poked in the sky like needlepoints.

Nero fastened the buckle with a click, and adjusted his collar in front of the bronze mirror, the dark blue outside the window concealed the corners of his eyes.

"Prepare the carriage." He said in a low voice, his voice still had the disgraceful hoarseness from last night, "I'm going to visit my mother."

The slave put down the enamel juice and asked suspiciously, "Shall we go now?"

Nero nodded indifferently, and his thumb, which was straightening his collar, was aching.He suddenly stopped.

At this time, some charming pictures about Rhodes flashed in front of my eyes, bold and erotic, it was definitely a wet, bright | seductive scene.Nero held his breath for a moment, and a sticky luster flowed in his eyes.

"I'll go alone." He said hoarsely, "don't wake up my personal guard."

……

Agrippina put on a white dress, scooped water out of white conch shells, and poured it in front of the altar filled with candles.

The dark blue sky is as dark as the bottom of the water.Her milky white figure stood tenaciously, like a flexible but difficult water plant.

She picked up the fire stick and lit the candles one by one.The pale yellow candle flame grows in the dark like tender shoots.

This is a simple ceremony in memory of a deceased husband.Agrippina does this every morning.

At this time, a slave came quickly and knelt down at her feet respectfully, "Master, Lord Domitius is here."

Agrippina was startled, a trace of confusion appeared on her indifferent face.The curly silver hair was blown to the front of the face by the wind, and the hem of the skirt was blown up. Her plain face was blank, and the veil covered her vision like a mist.

She took off her veil, swayed and turned around, her stiff eyes froze, and she fixed on the door.

There her son was, his ocher robes billowing.Behind him is the gushing red light of the first sun, and the far horizon is like a molten gold, bound tightly to the earth like a steel hoop.

Agrippina smiled subconsciously.The laughter was as soft as a burst of air.

Nero tightened his robe and walked over with a pair of boots.He raised his eyes indifferently, and all the broken hair on his forehead was blown up, revealing his young and three-dimensional facial features.

"What are you laughing at?" he asked calmly.

Agrippina stood up straight, her brown eyes, which were always desperate and similar to her son's, now had a bit of maternal softness.

She drew a small smile from the corner of her mouth, gradually traced to her elegant eyebrows, and finally stretched across her slightly relieved face.Agrippina, who had been widowed for many years, finally revealed a smile that could be called happiness.

"I used to always go to your house. This is the first time you took the initiative to visit me." She said softly, "You little lamb always hurts your mother in a cold way..."

Nero's complexion was intertwined with light and dark, and his thin physique gave him just the right shade under his cheekbones.

"I won't hurt you again, now and in the future." He said meaningfully, his eyes drifting away.

Agrippina was not gentle for long, and soon returned to her usual bullying.

She put on a hazy white veil, and her always sinister eyes glanced behind her, like a falcon waiting for an opportunity.Her mother's identity is her greatest reliance.

"You have become an administrator." Agrippina said in a stern voice, "Your fingertips have touched the lifeblood of Rome's heart."

Nero's back was straight, and his brows were as hard as iron.

"I will make Rome's heart beat steadily." His thin lips moved deeply, "Just like Augustus..."

Agrippina narrowed her eyes slightly and raised the corners of her mouth.This made her seem to be laughing, but in fact she was just apprehensive.

"It's not going to be easy! You've picked up the mess Julius left behind," she said grimly. "You've got floods and epidemics to deal with, and several projects that don't have the money to go on. Not only that... "

Nero listened patiently, without interrupting her as usual.

Agrippina continued: "You have the title of descendant of Augustus on your head, and your official career has been very smooth. The people are tired of the aging and disabled Claudius, and they have too high expectations for you who have shown your potential. expectations. You are at the crux of your journey to the throne!"

Nero's expression gradually became tense.

Agrippina warned: "Know that the guilt of a hair now may overwhelm all your previous efforts!"

Nero didn't dislike his mother's nagging.His face loomed a little hard.

The golden red morning light came from far away, half of the sky seemed to be splashed with blood, and the darkness receded like an ebb tide.The air is crisp and clean.

Nero's face was dyed red by the morning light, and there was an imposed warmth between his eyebrows.He stood stiffly for a long time with a stern face, and his eyes suddenly drifted away.At this moment, Nero escaped into the morning red, with a tenacity as if forged by a raging fire.

His pursed lips slowly opened and closed: "I want to ask one more question..."

Agrippina squinted her eyes, "Ask."

Nero said rigorously: "Back then...why was my uncle Caligula stabbed to death by his personal guards?"

"How does an outsider know?" Agrippina said with a cold expression, "That bodyguard was forcibly conscripted by him, and it is said that he had a young son at the time. He who was forced to separate his flesh and blood may have always treated my elder brother. Dissatisfied with…”

Nero was stunned for a moment, and a thick dark color hit his eyebrows instantly.He was vigilant, and his eyes were full of gloom, like volcanic ash in an eruption.His red figure burst into the magma-like sky like lingering sparks.

"...What about his son?" He lowered his head and said in a heavy voice from the shadows.

Agrippina glanced at him consciously, and continued: "He killed the emperor and committed a crime that even the underworld cannot tolerate. His son who inherited the blood should have been crucified with him superior……"

She paused, "But he never met his son after he entered the palace, and the court couldn't find any clues about that child..."

Nero's heart tightened, "So it's all over?"

Agrippina nodded: "The whole of Rome was in shock and turmoil at that time. His son was lucky enough to avoid death, but he was carrying the blood of being reviled and feared. Maybe he was living in some dark corner... "

She paused, her face showed a hint of sternness, her harsh thin lips moved lightly, and she said without hesitation: "... After all, his surname is a stain on Roman history."

Nero's lips turned white, and his breathing gradually became heavy.He was silent for a long time, his face solemn and serious.With a slender figure, he gave birth to a resolute temperament like molten iron.

"Why do you suddenly ask such old things?" Agrippina asked.

"Nothing." Nero said quickly and calmly, "It's just a momentary curiosity."

Agrippina stared at him thoughtfully, and the bright morning light in the distance made her pale and clean face a little bloody.

She threw away the fire stick that was about to burn out, stepped on the flames with her sandals, and reminded with a cold face: "Remember to go to your new manor, the slaves there don't know you as the new master yet."

Nero suppressed his thoughts and said calmly, "I've got this plan."

……

When Nero returned to the house, Rhodes, who was dressed in black, was sitting on the stone bank of the patio, holding a leather-wrapped bow in his hand with distinct finger bones, which shone dazzlingly under the clear light.At his feet, polished arrowheads were scattered here and there.

Under the shade of the green banyan trees, a faint golden light leaked from the cracks of the trees like sand grains, and tiny fine dust solidified in it, giving Nero a hazy like a gauze covering his eyes.

Several young female slaves surrounded Rhodes attentively.They have obviously been well-groomed, with bright pearl hair ornaments on their wavy flaxen hair, like floating stars in the beautiful light and color.

They stretched out their palms to Rhodes, and the tender young girls' hands were exposed, as soft as white suet.

Rhodes held up their hands, his eyes as clear as ice moved on their white and tender hands.

Nero only felt the glare, and the pain in his heart was like a knife stabbing.

He coughed twice, and moved over with heavy steps. The shadow and morning light intertwined and sprinkled on his dull figure, flowing over his shoulders like a wave.His red figure, like a cluster of burning flames, has some deterrent power.

The female slaves withdrew knowingly.

Rhodes picked up an arrowhead, raised his beautiful features slightly, and his long hair fell on his shoulders.The white light reflected by the arrow happened to shine on his beautifully shaped red lips.

He looked at Nero who was standing in front of him, and the corners of his sharp lips curled up into a soft smile.

"I'm waiting for you," he said.

Nero glanced at the female slave who was hiding around, feeling a sinking sense of depression in his heart.His hands and feet were cold, and a strong panic arose in his heart, and jealousy was twisted in his mind in an instant.

"What are they doing?" he asked complicatedly.

Rhodes shook the arrowhead in his hand, "They kindly helped me polish the arrowhead, and accidentally scratched my hand and bled."

Nero stood stiffly, the blood faded from between his brows and eyes, and gradually withdrew from his entire face, his face was as pale as if washed by water.A little bit of closeness to Rhodes by others can make him feel as if he is utterly terrified.

After all, he is a naturally emotional and melancholic person, and he has no talent for bearing loss.

Rhodes glanced at him, his refreshing smile restrained, "Your complexion is very ugly."

Nero turned his face away, leaving Rhodes with a pale profile.The lines of his neck are flexible, and at this time the muscles and bones are coiled, slightly raised due to the force, forming a light and shallow shadow.The corners of his mouth are twitching.

Rhodes dropped the arrow, and his originally relaxed face turned pale.Nero's dark red figure was deeply embedded in his valley-like black pupils, like a bonfire rising from the ground.

"I'm going to New Manor..." Nero swallowed sourly, his breath was a little unsteady, "Can you accompany me..."

"Don't be so humble! I said you have the right to give me any orders..." Rhodes interrupted.

He stood next to Nero and broke into his dodging vision very forcefully.The two were very close, and Rhode's long black hair even fell to Nero's shoulders.He held his arm falsely, with a hint of confinement.

Rhodes' bright lips were close to his ears, as if playing a prank, he said in a deep voice: "Have you forgotten? My master..."

His bass was like a nimble little snake, swimming unexpectedly, it burrowed right into Nero's heart.

Nero was seduced by the breath he exhaled, and his earlobe was as bright red as if soaked in blood.He had an immediate reaction, and he knew exactly what it was.

He stood motionless, his body was as stiff as a hard shell, and his heartbeat was so violent that it seemed to be rampaging inside the shell.

There was a faint smile on the corner of Rhodes' lips.

Nero covered his flushed face, a little helpless.His legs and feet shook slightly, and a muffled voice came from his tightly clasped palms: "Oh...don't call me that, Rhodes. I really can't stand this name..."

Rhodes couldn't help laughing, and the red lips hidden in the black hair raised a slightly malicious smile.With a smirk, he moved closer and bullied the bewildered Nero like an addict.

"Master..." He clamped Nero's shoulders, preventing him from moving, "Master, master, master..."

He approached his ear, repeating the title that drove Nero mad.Several times, his warm lips even touched Nero's hot red ears, bringing an extremely hot touch.

Nero suppressed his desire, and his lower abdomen felt unbearable soreness.His breathing was disordered, and his back was shaking violently, as if he was about to be slaughtered.The shy boy squatted down tremblingly, covering his face with his hands tightly, his face was bright red between the strands of silver hair on his forehead.

He squatted on the ground, his silver curly hair drooping sullenly, and his suppressed and hoarse voice sounded sticky: "I think I'm dying... Rhodes... please...don't call me like that... "

Rhodes smiled, and gently stroked his fluffy head.

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