I put out his fire

Chapter 36

Anthony, who made amends, was spared the death penalty, but the court cut off his military power and confiscated all his property and land.

Antony was demoted from aristocrat to a poor commoner.All he had left was a bare life.

With nowhere else to rely on, he had to live in the house of his elder brother Munch.

Munch walked through the pillars to the dining room, and his iron military boots were fixed.Leaning against the door frame, he looked in his dark blue eyes, with a hint of disgust in his eyes.

The slaves brought purple grapes and honey cakes, filled wine glasses, and served Anthony, who was feasting.

Anthony was wearing a baggy nightgown, and his blond hair, which he didn't care about, was sticking up like dry yellow grass.He was lying sprawled on the sofa, with an unshaven beard, and he threw grapes into his mouth one by one. His slovenly appearance was very annoying.

Menxi sighed helplessly, and walked to his younger brother with heavy steps.

"You have been deprived of everything, but you still have the mood to eat and drink." He scolded, "The backer you have been operating for many years has collapsed, and you don't seem to realize it, my dear brother."

"Oh... no one wants her to live forever more than I do!" Anthony pressed a piece of honey cake into his mouth and licked the honey off his fingers, "but her stupidity is beyond my imagination. If I Stay faithful and I will end up like her!"

He coughed dryly while chewing the cake, picked up the wine and took a big gulp, letting out a wine-scented sigh from his nostrils.

Menxi was vaguely dissatisfied, and a group of fine lines gathered between his brows.His blond hair, neatly combed, now had a rusty dullness.

"Look at your current appearance, Anthony..." He frowned and said, "You eat and drink during the day, and go to the theater to spend money and have fun at night, just like a parasite sucking blood on my body!"

Anthony patted the cake crumbs off his hands, and said nonchalantly: "I escaped from death, and now I still have nightmares from time to time. I need to rest for a while, please allow me to rest at your house, my compassionate brother... "

He tilted his head lazily, with half a piece of cake still in his mouth, his blue eyes were stained with grievance, "I lost everything, but I survived, didn't I?"

Munch was stern, his iron ankles tensed.He sat on the sofa with eerie scales on his shoulders.

"What are you going to do now?" He cast worried eyes.

Anthony squinted contentedly with his arms resting on his pillow, and there were crumbs of pastry at the corners of his mouth.He pondered for a while, his empty eyes emitting a ghostly blue light.

"Of course I will continue to do business, dealing with lowly businessmen whose clothes don't reach their knees!" He was rather irritable, "I have always imported bronze statues from India, and I have very close contacts with those dark-skinned Indian businessmen. What's more... "

As he spoke, his blue eyes swiveled, and a philistine shrewdness flitted across his greasy face.Anthony, who was decorated with greasy hair and pink face, showed a calculating temperament in the market at the moment.

"We still have those extra money..." He pulled out a weird smile, and his voice was deliberately lowered with an undercurrent-like ending.

Meng Xi held his breath for a moment.His dark golden eyebrows were frowned, his slightly dry lips were drawn together like twisted dead vines, and his aging eyebrows were hidden in the grayness.He gestured to Anthony to shut up.

The secret that the two brothers have kept together is like a funeral object to be brought into the grave.

Anthony sat up sticky, and held up the wine glass to let the slave pour the wine, making the sound of splashing water.

He swung his wine glass, with deep meaning in his eyes, and said with a small mouth, "Quentin is dead, and the half-crazy and half-stupid Messalina also went to the underworld. Your old friend... Julius must be having a hard time Bar?"

Munch snorted, "He was stripped of most of his military authority, and he didn't even keep his position as an administrator. He is no longer the Julius he used to be."

"But he still has some troops worthy of fear." Anthony spit out alcohol-like words.

"Even so, his words no longer have the effect of the past. He has lost value." Munch said indifferently, "Fortunately, I still entrusted him with the matter of the chief of the Guards..."

Anthony smiled.He put down the wine glass, took out a small silver box from the crack of the sofa, dipped his fingers in the red ointment in the box, and applied it on his lips that were not very rosy.

Menxi glanced at him and said in a worried tone, "Are you still going to the theater tonight?"

Anthony pursed his lips, and the greasy red ointment was embedded in his deep lip lines.

"Of course." He said with a coquettish smile, "This is my only pastime."

……

Julius was removed from the post of magistrate, and this important position became vacant.

In the election of the Senate, Nero, who had made military achievements, was elected as the new administrator.In this regard, Agrippina, who worked hard, played a role that cannot be ignored behind the scenes.

This is Nero's luck.He needs to be fully prepared for taking office.

The lavender incense in the incense burner is burned out, and the residual fragrance is entangled in the air like soft silk.A touch of green rolled in from the open shutters, sprinkled on the parchment, and there was some astringent smell.

Nero rubbed his sore temples, picked up a metal pen and dipped it in charcoal ink, and marked some decrees.

Rome has been flooded for some time, and several dams have been washed away and are in desperate need of repairs, which will be costly.In addition, a strange plague-like disease appeared in the city, and there was no cure for it.

These are the incoming Nero must face.He has been busy all day for this.

By this time the sun was setting.

Rhodes finished sword practice and walked back from the training ground.The long sword he was carrying was dipped in a little sand, and it shone with a cold silver light.

The fine linen black clothes wrapped tightly around his neck.Rhodes wrapped himself tightly, with a prying sense of abstinence.

The sword light was like a rainbow, unexpectedly breaking into Nero's field of vision upstairs.Nero was distracted, stopped writing, and looked out of the window quietly as if summoned.

Rhodes tore off his collar, exposing a small piece of ruddy skin with a thin layer of sweat on it, and the glittering luster from the inside of the mother-of-pearl.His handsome collarbone slanted out like a branch.

Nero's gaze stuck to Rhodes' naked skin like glue.His blood was surging.

The gilt-like sunset casts down, and the orange-red twilight interweaves with the green of the courtyard, as if the paints are mixed together to form a warm and refreshing tone.

Rhodes circled around the straps of the leather gloves, and gracefully took off the gloves like a show, revealing the slender and white finger bones.

Just taking off his gloves, he has an indescribable sex appeal.

Nero's eyelashes quivered from being immersed in this beauty, like the wings of a bee.His engraving pen paused on the paper, bleeding a thick black ink.

Rhodes simply washed the gloves in the patio, and used iron tongs to hang the dripping gloves between the trees.

A few young female slaves hid in a corner, discussing this extremely charming man secretly in low voices.They were chattering, with girls' shyness and excited red light on their faces.

The handsome and powerful Rhodes is the most frequently discussed subject among female slaves.

Rhodes lifted his right leg and stepped on the stone steps of the patio.

He shook off the drops of water from his hands, and tore off the bandages that tightly bound his legs, exposing a section of his sweaty thigh.The lines of Rhodes' legs are beautiful, illuminated by the twilight at this time, exuding a charming warm luster.

The slave girls exclaimed softly like a flock of sparrows.

"Close your eyes!" Nero ordered loudly.His face was dark, and the corners of his eyes twitched with determination.

The frightened young slave girls hurriedly dispersed.

Rhodes nimbly jumped onto the banyan tree, and then jumped into the blinds with a brisk stride, his figure was as light as a wisp of black smoke drifting in the wind.

"Let the slaves close their eyes..." Rhodes smiled casually, with a trace of interrogation at the corner of his mouth, "This is really a perverse request."

Nero gripped the engraving pen nervously.His face turned red and then pale, as if he had been tortured.The tip of the engraving pen sank deeply into the belly of his thumb, and a drop of blood slowly seeped out from there.

Rhodes walked towards him, his cold figure embedded in the twilight window behind him, like a thick black patch on the golden leopard's fur, beautiful and dangerous.

Nero froze on the spot stupidly, blood dripping from his fingers, and saw Rhode standing in front of him.

All his silver hair was pulled back, revealing his high forehead.The two shadows under the eyebrows are getting darker and darker, with a mature and profound meaning.Most of the baby fat on Nero's cheeks has faded away, only a little bit of brown freckles remain.His previously soft, youthful and melancholic temperament has now become slightly tough, as if a layer of scab had formed.

The orange twilight outside the window surged on Nero's gentle shoulders.

Rhodes stared at him for a long time, a soft smile slowly swayed from the corner of his mouth, those black eyes were shining like falling stars, and there was some tenderness under the orange dusk.

There was a subtle silence between the two.

Rhodes suddenly raised his finger, scratched Nero's nose, and said something for no reason: "You have grown up."

His fingers had calluses accumulated from holding the sword for many years, and when he scratched the tip of his nose, it brought a slight itchy feeling, as if a little scorching spark was rubbed off, and slowly burned along the tip of his nose to his heart.

Touched by this gentle warmth, Nero raised his bleeding hand and touched Rhodes' hand that he didn't have time to remove.

Rhodes didn't withdraw it.

A passion from love|desire ignited, and a certain part raised its head faintly.The developing Nero is very sensitive to touch.His eyes turned dark, and a scalding hot stream gathered in his lower abdomen, like a devil's twin that was about to move.

At this moment, he especially wanted to ask Rhodes for something.

"I want to..." His voice was hoarse, like gravel, submerged in a slightly gasping coda.

Rhode's hand slid back like a stream, "What do you want?"

He turned his face sideways, and the lines of Shen Yi's side face were like unbroken rigid wire, embedded in the window scene behind him, it was definitely a beautiful shape.

Rhodes is like a beautiful flower blooming among black thorns. Anyone who picks him must first endure the pain like a cone.

Nero paused for a moment, and a trace of clarity flashed across his bewildered eyes.

He raised his finger and pointed lightly out of the window, his voice was still dirty and hoarse: "Can I take your gloves?"

Rhodes glanced up.His freshly washed gloves were hanging there, rustling with the breeze, like two drops of black ink thrown on top of green paint.

Rhodes smiled indifferently, "It's yours now."

He tightened the scabbard, took a red apple from the table, and bit into it with a crisp sound.

He was dressed in black, his hands and neck were very clean and simple, and his gently moving lips and the apple in his hand were bright red floating above black and white.

Nero stared at his lips blankly, a little dazed.

Rhode passed him like a sharp sword wind, bringing up a tail wind with the aroma of apples.His fluttering hair stuck to Nero's dazed cheek, and there was some slight pain.

"The doctor has to come over." He glanced sideways at Nero's hand, biting an apple, and said casually.

Nero turned around and watched Rhodes disappear through the door like a stroke of swimming ink.

Only then did he feel a sharp pain in his thumb.

He lowered his head in a daze, and found that the blood had dripped into a small pool.

……

Nero, who got the gloves, is destined to have trouble sleeping tonight.

He dismissed the slaves in the bedroom, blew out the candles, and huddled under the quilt emotionally.The heavy bed curtains were drawn down, sealing him in a quiet and cramped space.

A closed and dark warm bed will undoubtedly increase people's evil thoughts.

Nero tossed and turned, his breathing gradually heated up, and his heart was rampaging in his chest like an unwilling beast.He was hot all over, and his lips and cheeks were extremely red.This vigorous young man is brewing something.

He took out the half-dried gloves from under the pillow, put them on his face, and took a few deep sniffs.So the nostrils filled with familiar smells.

Nero, who was confused, stretched out the tip of his tongue and licked it.His behavior was somewhat aggressive.

Nero put on his gloves and walked down the body.The image of Rhodes appeared in his mind little by little.With his natural red lips, deep dark eyes, and sweaty, protruding collarbone, Rhodes' mature and fit body can be seen at a glance.

Nero fell into a wicked fancy—

Rod Chi｜The upper body is bare, and the silver shiny iron boots wrap the elegant calf.He knelt down tenderly, his black hair was wet in locks and stuck to his thin white shoulder blades, and he was stuffing his bloody thumb into his bright red lips...

The heart was beating violently, and body fluid was secreted under the tongue.For a moment, Nero tasted the marrow and knew the taste.

Rather than the awakening of the boy's body, it is better that love finally overflows from the heart to the body.

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