I put out his fire

The bronze statue business brought the Otto family a large income.This family that has fallen to the bottom has a tendency to revive.

Anthony chewed the fennel fronds and hummed cheerfully.He incensed his newly bought red clothes and ironed them with an ironing stone.

The garment being ironed was a modified dress with a string of tassels hanging from the hem.The silky red dress diffused free light under the candlelight, and its size was customized according to Anthony's figure.

The slightly cold night wind blew through the blinds, and the hot red dress fluttered suddenly, like a ghost jumping up and down.

Anthony put down the ironing stone and admired it for a moment with a satisfied face.

He turned to the bronze mirror, took out a pair of earrings from the dowry box, and put them on the thin earlobes facing the mirror.

As soon as the dark blue eyes moved, Anthony caught a glimpse of his brother in the mirror.The bright red candlelight was reflected in his eyes, like a blood-red shark's mouth hiding in the bottom of the sea.

An exaggerated smile arched into his powdery face.

Leaning against the door frame, Menxi sighed at his younger brother's mirror image, "Are you going to the theater again?"

"Of course!" Anthony smiled, "Go to the theater and enjoy the applause and cheers of the girls! The noble girls are simply fascinated by my superb performance. They give me gifts and take my hand to theirs after the performance. boudoir……"

Men Xi dismissed it, and warned heavily: "This is what low-status actors should do...to make a splash..."

"This is my greatest hobby, my dear brother!" Anthony fiddled with the earrings, and said in a coquettish tone, "I can guarantee that I am the most sought after reverse actor in Rome!"

The slave came with a powder case and brushed barley meal and antler root powder on Anthony's cheeks.This brightens his complexion.

Menxi walked in, tugged at the well-ironed dress, and asked, "This dress is made of silk imported from Silk Country, so it must have cost a lot of money, right?"

"I bought it with my own money!" Anthony said with his eyes closed.Slaves lined his eyes with cuttlefish ink.

He smiled crookedly, the corners of his eyes were drawn up, "Thanks to you recommending me to the temple. I made a lot of money this time and also saved some reputation. My assets have allowed me to raise horses, so I want to Become a knight again!"

Anthony tightened his wig, and golden waves swept across his face like ears of wheat.

A slave applied a fake beauty spot to the corner of his mouth.This round and dark false mole was especially popular with Roman ladies.

Meng Xi stood still, the crow's feet at the corners of his eyes stretched out like the branches of a tree.

"I received a message from the slave that Julia will visit me in a few days." He said calmly, "She said that she would report a very important news to me..."

"Julia?" Anthony looked in the mirror and adjusted the position of the fake mole, "The leading saint in the last sacrificial ceremony? If I remember correctly, her qualifications should be the oldest in the temple."

Menxi nodded, "I promoted her when I was the high priest, and she has always been grateful to me. You can win the bronze statue business this time, it has something to do with her..."

Anthony picked up a box of lipstick and asked casually, "What news does she have for you?"

Menxi was awe-inspiring, her wide-open eyes were reddish, and even the eye lines were trembling, "For the sake of confidentiality, she didn't say much to the slave. She only mentioned that she saw a young man who looked very similar to Thales... "

His cheeks were pale and his mood was mixed.It was a name he hated to say out loud.

"Is she sure she saw it right?" Anthony put on his lipstick leisurely, "The domineering Caligula always makes his favorite bodyguard wear a mask. Few people have seen Thales' face, not even me."

Menxi took a breath, his legs and feet sank down like roots, and at this moment his heart ached like it was riddled with holes.

He paused for a long time, moved his lips stiffly and said: "...Julia is not a rash person. As a virgin, she insisted on visiting me secretly at the risk of being criticized. She must not just say it casually. "

"Don't take it lightly! My brother..." Anthony glanced sideways.

His lips were bright red, and his blue eyes were sunken in blue malachite shadow, like bruises covering their sockets.Exquisite makeup makes him look like a woman.

Anthony said cautiously: "Don't forget, she got the position of virgin by betraying her colleagues back then. Who can guarantee that she won't betray you again for profit?!"

Menxi's expression was gloomy, and he remained motionless for a long time, turning into a stone as if he had been cursed.

……

News of the marriage of Agrippina and Claudius fell from the sky.

News of consanguineous marriages swept across Rome like volcanic ash suddenly bursting from a mountain pass.

When Nero learned of his mother's marriage, he was lying on his desk reading a mountain of official documents.

The shock silenced the surroundings for an instant.

The slave who announced the news knelt at his feet, and the metal engraving pen stained a piece of ink.The misty vision was scattered by the silver forehead hair, the windows were full of green, and the sunlight flowed into the cracks of the banyan tree leaves like sand.

Nero stared at the window in a daze, with a confused expression.He stared blankly as if disoriented, narrowing his eyes in bewilderment.

After finally reacting, the astonished expression cracked on his face like a mountain cracking, and his pale eyelids turned red.

"A woman like a poisonous snake...a shameless mother..." Nero said with red eyes, "She is a prostitute who was born for the crown and the throne!"

The slave who reported the letter knelt tremblingly and dared not move for a long time.

Nero's expression was very gloomy, and his complexion became as gray as a haze.He moved the engraving pen and rustled the words on the parchment.

"Go and call her back..." he wrote, "Rome has already sent away a Messalina called a prostitute, let alone an Agrippina called an incest !I'm ashamed to have her as a mother..."

Rhodes stood at the door, his cold eyes drifting in like a black veil.

"This is not a wise decision!" he said cautiously.

Nero's surging sullenness stopped as if caught by a rein.

Rhodes held a glass of milk with a few sprigs of saffron sprinkled on it.His black hair on the temples hung behind his ears, revealing a sharp chin.

Nero's heart fluttered.

Rhodes approached calmly, his gnarled fingers gripping the silver cup tightly, "These insulting words are probably useless, your mother will never withdraw her decision to marry."

Nero's voice was somewhat depressed, "She is a desperate lunatic...Her maternal love is like an inescapable, thick boa constrictor, which has bound me from head to toe since I was born."

Rod paused, and a trace of self-mockery appeared on the corner of his lips.He sits on the window sill, his stiff silhouette is bound within the window frame, and the green of the banyan tree floats behind him.

"What is this..." He took a sip of milk and said calmly, "I don't even have a mother."

Nero, who was originally very angry, fell silent.He looked solemn, with a soreness in his chest, and stared at Rhodes with complicated eyes.

He opened his mouth carefully: "Do you remember what she looks like?"

Rhodes sneered, "I don't have any memory about her. She seems to have disappeared from this world after giving birth to me..."

He shook the silver cup lightly, his tone still firm | "I have asked my adoptive father about her countless times. But he always dodges and never answers this question."

Nero choked.He raised his eyes faintly, and a few strands of curved silver hair came down, looking very downcast.

Seeing his trembling Adam's apple, Rhodes smiled nonchalantly: "Stop being hypocritical!"

He turned sideways and stepped onto the branch of the banyan tree outside the window with one stride.His striking features were just exposed to the sun.

"Come on!" He gave Nero a bright smile.

Nero jumped from the window to him without hesitation.

Nero, who works from home, wears casual white pajamas and is barefoot.When he sat down, the hem of his clothes just reached his knees, revealing two pale and powerful calves, swinging nimbly under the branches.

Rhodes felt that the iron boots on his feet were too heavy, so he simply kicked off the boots and was also barefoot.

The vibrant blue light stained Nero's pajamas, and the faint freckles on the bridge of his nose were exposed under the light.

"There are many precious statues and precious stones in my new manor." He said, shaking his calf, "Those things are priceless, and they are like a piece of fat fresh meat to thieves who are used to stealing."

Rhodes suggested: "You can dig a single cellar to store those troublesome things, since you don't live there often."

Nero nodded thinking, his dangling foot inadvertently hit Rhodes' ankle, causing some pain.

He withdrew his feet as if he had been burned, and blurted out with a blushing face, "Oh, I'm so sorry..."

Rhodes moved the milk to his lips and put it down again, staring at his apologetic eyes with interest.

He said seriously: "It seems that you are very afraid of having physical contact with me."

Nero felt guilty.His hands couldn't help but grasp the branches tightly, his dodging eyes were buried under his forehead hair.He is clinging to a secret that rests on his body and mind.

Rhodes took the milk and quietly moved closer.His pitch-black eyelashes and red lips rested on Nero's gradually reddened ear temples.

He said in an erratic tone: "You hate me, don't you?"

"How is it possible?!" Nero hurriedly denied, "I admire you very much, I swear with all my body, mind and soul..."

His cheeks were hot, and his two bare calves were twisted together, trembling slightly.Emotional humbleness, like a blindfold, made him ignore the dignity of his own identity.

"I just don't want to offend you..." he whispered, "I don't want you to hate me..."

Rhodes smiled, took his trembling arm, and leaned over to stick it.He almost put the back of his head on Nero's front shoulder, and the black hair like a waterfall poured down on Nero's back.

Rhodes whispered in his ear, his deep voice grew like a poppy: "But it is your right to offend me..."

He stretched out his foot to meet Nero's pale foot.He rubbed the soles of Nero's feet back and forth with his slightly bent toes, and then moved up a little bit along his slender ankles to outline the shape of the bones; finally, he slowly slid towards his calves with the insteps.

The intimate touch caused tremors, Nero's calf muscles bulged, and his toes curled up like a jerk.

Ambiguous feelings are like a halo of halo around the moon, more alluring than the moon itself.

Hearing Nero's gradually disordered breathing, Rhodes showed a bit of cunning, with a wicked smile on the corner of his mouth, "You're scared again."

Nero struggled to hold his breath.

Rhodes withdrew his tormenting feet, tilted his head, and rubbed his clean forehead against Nero's chin.Smooth black hair tucked into crevices of silver curls.

Outside the courtyard are the busy shops in Rome, with the sound of rolling carriages and the shouting of merchants one after another.

At this time, the fine sunlight is falling on the body, and there is a bitter smell of leaves under the tip of the nose, and the huge shade of the banyan tree keeps all the dust and light out.

Nero lowered his head and dared not speak because of his shyness and humbleness; Rhodes, who had seen countless people, knew his thoughts, and took the initiative to lean his head into his neck without saying anything.For a moment in the world, they enjoyed a peaceful conversation.

"You were offending me just now, but I don't hate it." Rhodes said softly.He leaned on Nero's front shoulder, and the voice came from below.

Nero was heartbroken.Holding his breath, he cautiously glanced down at Rhode's face, and asked humbly, "Why...why?"

Rhode turned his face sideways, and his hard eyelashes poked into Nero's flesh, causing a slightly painful itch.

"Because I'm yours." His voice was a little lazy.

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