I put out his fire

When we returned to the fire camp from the theater patrol, it was already dawn.Rhodes led the tired team back to the fire camp, his footsteps trailing like heavy iron on the empty stone road.

A richly decorated carriage was parked at the gate of the camp.

The car window moved slightly, and a fluffy head protruded from it, like a piece of shiny silver tiles in the tired night.

Rhode's footsteps became gentle, and his heart was burning with enthusiasm.

Nero, who hadn't slept all night, didn't look very well.When he saw Rhodes, a little smile burst into the corners of his pale lips like sparks, his face became active as if being lit up, and the slightly blue eyelids caused by staying up all night trembled with a smile at this moment.

"I'll take you home." He said, lifting the curtains.

Several firefighters standing in the front row were surprised.

Rhode didn't say anything, turned around and jumped into the carriage.

Nero opened the curtain a crack.The thin morning light diffused in the car like water mist, and the far horizon seemed to be inlaid with a layer of boiling gilt.

The wheels of the carriage clicked and thumped softly between the stone slabs.

The yellowish morning light lightly illuminated Rhodes' face.His complexion was a bit haggard, and the clear light from the side turned his black eyes into a translucent brown.

"After a commoner picked up the trash, he went home in the administrator's orb-studded carriage." Rhodes said in a slightly mocking tone, "This will definitely become the latest topic of conversation in the market!"

Nero stretched his hand along the soft seat and touched his slightly cool palm.

"I just want them to know that you have me." Nero held his hand tightly, with a calm smile on his tired face, "I hope everyone knows that I treat you very well..."

Rhode leaned against him, stroking his fingers along the cracks of his fingers.Nero's fingers are well maintained and moisturized, like silk to the touch.

Slowly he felt his knuckles and nails.In fact, these tiny protrusions and hardness are something that everyone will have, but Rhodes just has a strange heart.

"Did you not sleep today?" He asked while clasping Nero's hand.

"Hmm." Nero's bloodshot eyes were a little dry.He turned his face slightly, and his cheek was pressed against the top of Rhodes' hair, feeling slightly itchy.

He sniffed and said, "I couldn't sleep, so I just wanted to come and pick you up."

Rhodes half-closed his eyes, and from between the eyelashes that were as thick as a blade, there was a star of bright eyes.He thought for a while.

"I think I met the second person in your destiny today." His voice was hoarse from staying up all night, "It is said that he will make you lose everything."

Nero's eyes froze slightly, "It's the bearded woman in the oracle..."

Rhodes tugged on the tight neckline, "I saw Anthony in the theater." His tone was sharp, "He is wearing women's clothing, playing the role of Pandora who opened the magic box."

Nero was startled, "Is it because he was wearing a woman's costume?"

"Who knows." Rhodes recalled all kinds of past life, a trace of sharpness emerged from his brows, "It's not a bad thing to be wary of him."

Nero pressed his chin into his black hair, feeling the itch.

He whispered softly: "I listen to you..."

Nero's Adam's apple trembled slightly as he spoke, and that tremor was close to Rhodes' forehead.Rhodes was caught by the tremor and slid down his front shoulders, down his chest and onto his lap.

Feeling the weight between his legs, Nero blushed and his eyes became very sticky, "Oh... Rhodes..."

Rhodes' long black hair fell between his legs, and a strand of morning light illuminated his dark eyes, as did his bright red lips.

Nero bowed his head.He is full of love, and he doesn't need to see Rhode's whole picture, he only needs to catch a glimpse of the corner of his eyes, and his heart will tremble like a shock.

Rhodes scanned Nero's face carefully.From his pale lips, pointed nose, to well-like brown eyes, to his thin eyebrows full of sickness.The freckles on the bridge of his nose were still there, and apart from being cute and childlike, Rhodes stared at them like an addiction.

"Don't move." He said suddenly, "I want to touch you."

So Rhodes put his palm on Nero's face and stroked it gently.

His fingertips caressed Nero's lips little by little, moved to his freckles and rubbed back and forth, and then to his thick eyelashes.Nero blinked a few times involuntarily, his eyelashes sweeping out the itch like a crawling insect, crawling from the palm down the arm to the heart.

He touched all of Nero's facial features, his heartbeat became faster and faster, and his fingertips had the illusion of being burned.

Rhodes, who has been emotionally paralyzed all his life, feels that everything around him has disappeared, and only Nero's blushing young face is in his eyes.

A strange sense of happiness gradually infected the apex of my heart, very strange, like being bitten by a baby's toothless gums.Rhodes produced a kind of joy from the soul.

Nero caressed his hand on his cheek, slightly turned his face, and his lips rubbed against his palm.

At this time, Xiwei Chenhong rushed from the dark blue sky, like quicksand leaking from the seams of the blue cloth.

Rhodes withdrew his hand, closed his eyes and said, "Let me have a good sleep first."

Nero put his arms around his waist and said in a negotiating tone: "Today is Muse's Day, can I take you out to play?"

"Please give me any order you want, my master..." Rhodes said lazily, resting his head on his leg.

Nero blushed.He stiffly adjusted the angle of his legs to make Rhodes lie more comfortably.

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After the performance, Anthony returned home with a smell of makeup all over his body.

He had already taken off his makeup, and the powder floated from his greasy face, making his skin very pale.The ink on the eyeliner smeared, making his eye sockets all black.

Anthony was in high spirits, his face full of excitement.He has not recovered from the performance, his mind is still in a trance, and his hands are shaking like spasms.

Menxi was leaning in the corner, with a gloomy face, and a pair of eyes that looked like dry wax looked at him faintly.

The slaves greeted him, took off the heavy costume of the master, and surrounded him to remove his make-up.They smeared his face with olive oil mixed with ashes and washed it off with soapy water.

After removing makeup, Anthony's face was dry and slack.He lay sprawled on the sofa, chewing fennel fronds and letting the pedicure slave pinch his feet.

Menxi walked up to him, folded his arms with a look of boredom, and said in a reprimanding tone, "You've been a woman for another day, Anthony."

Anthony opened his eyes a little, and caught a glimpse of Munch's shiny military boots through the slits, "Please don't be so harsh, my brother. Everyone likes to have fun, and others have no right to criticize personal preferences..."

He stretched his waist and said with a playful smile: "You always look for male prostitutes with silver hair as slaves and male pets, but I never interfere with you. Don't you?"

Meng Xi choked on his words, and the muscles on his face twitched twice.

Anthony kicked the pedicure slave away, shaking his legs leisurely, and said, "Let me say... castrated eunuchs are much cleaner than male prostitutes. Instead of buying unclean male prostitutes, it is better to spend more money to buy eunuchs. The willow disease has always been prevalent in Rome, you know that..."

Men Xi frowned, and said with disgust on his face: "I hate those bastards who are neither male nor female the most."

Anthony smiled slyly, with a hint of success in his tone: "This is the feeling of being accused by others, my dear brother."

Men Xi shut his mouth sullenly, and paced back and forth resentfully.His military boots were heavy and difficult to carry, and they made an uncomfortable sound when they were pulled.

The slave came forward with his visitor's robe, draped it over Munch, and sprayed rosewater on his armpits and hair.They wiped his palms with a sponge, and then applied a layer of dry powder that absorbs water, which kept his palms dry all the time.

"The virgin will be here soon." He straightened his hair, and glanced at Anthony with ulterior motives, "She wants to tell me something private..."

Anthony put on an expression of reluctance, and slowly got up from the sofa, "I regard you as my closest brother, but you always have a barrier to me."

He was dangling, supported by slaves, and his cream pajamas were crumpled under the weight.

"You don't need to know about some troublesome things." Menci patted off the excess dry powder on his hands.

He thought of something, worried on his face, and told Anthony's ghostly figure: "Recently, the court has been investigating very closely, you have to pay attention to our salt..."

"No one will find out..." Anthony grinned a confident smile, the corners of his sagging mouth curled flamboyantly.

He looked strange, his thin lips opened and closed: "This is the last shipment of salt. After selling this batch, I can return to the nobility..."

Munch gestured to silence him.Anthony raised his eyebrows unsatisfactorily, and stepped back with the support of the slave.

The slave sprinkled iron ore powder on the top of Munch's hair and sprayed licorice water in his mouth to purify his breath.Menci fastened the buckles of his robe, cleaned up his face, and went to the courtyard to welcome the visitors.

It was not long before he had his secret guest.

Julia was wearing a black robe, even the veil was black, her pair of narrow eyes were slightly indifferent.She came in a hurry, her footsteps were so soft that there was no sound, like a wisp of black mist emerging from the ground.

As the great virgin in charge of the temple, she cannot meet men privately.

This is a strictly guarded meeting.

Julia bowed to Menche, the crow's feet at the corners of her eyes slightly curled up.

Her voice was naturally hoarse: "Long time no see, my former priest..."

Menxi nodded sternly, "You are much older than you were then, Julia."

"The business of the temple keeps me busy," Julia said evenly. "And no one stays young forever."

She paused, her indifferent eyes narrowed a few times, and they radiated light of astonishment, "But I recently saw a young man who looks very similar to Thales. I almost thought that Thales died and resurrected with a young face..."

Munch's spine tensed slightly, and fear rippled across his face like ripples.

His voice was squeezed out word by word from his dry throat: "Impossible...he was already executed by me. Even his ashes were buried by me...with his sister who was buried alive ..."

Julia's fingers trembled slightly, a guilty conscience dominated her.She swayed limply, breathing suddenly intensified.

Her legs and feet shook twice, and she muttered as if to comfort herself: "Don't panic, it is impossible for those two dead people to be resurrected... Absolutely impossible..."

Men Xi took a few deep breaths, his frightened eyes gradually settled down.

Julia said with a serious face: "I also want to remind you... don't forget that the child who should have been executed escaped the punishment."

Men Xi was startled, "Could it be him?"

"I figured it out, if that child can grow up safely, it should be that old." Julia said solemnly.

Meng Xi opened his eyes wide, thought for a while and said cautiously: "Maybe it's just a coincidence. After all, there are too many people who look similar in this world..."

"Perhaps when you see that young man with your own eyes, you will change your mind." Julia said, "Coincidentally, he is Nero's personal guard, and his identity is surprisingly similar to that of Thales."

Munch's breathing paused, his heart throbbing stiffly like a decaying pump.

His eyes were stern, and he said dryly: "Also... Are you also a personal guard..."

Julia said solemnly: "That child is a sin at birth. Thales has been hiding him in a mixed military camp. It is not completely impossible to be selected as the royal guard when he grows up..."

Munch fell silent.His face was stiff, and he stood alone, like an empty shell that had been drained of flesh and blood.

"I'll check..." he said sharply.

Julia wrapped the black veil tightly, and looked around vigilantly, "I should go. If the saint is found to leave her post without authorization, she will be punished with a rod."

Meng Xi nodded with his mouth tightly pressed.

Julia sat back in the carriage and drew the curtains and curtains tightly.Darkness flowed in the air like suffocating oil, and the carriage was like a tomb sealed with secrets.

She let out a long sigh, squinted her slender eyes and said, "Don't blame me... Diane, it was you who first violated the principle of being a saint..."

Her hoarse ending faded into the dull gloom like sewage flowing into sewage.

The author has something to say:

In the past few days, my mentor has arranged a business trip, so I will add another chapter in my busy schedule.I'm sorry to keep you guys waiting for so long.

Marriage in the next chapter!In addition, everyone has guessed the identity of Rhodes, right?