I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 19

After Herron came home, the first thing she did was to go to Fanny's house, intending to report to her about Seneca.

Fanny was lying on the bed.Felitina dipped the leaves in water and flicked the drops onto her chest.

This is probably a small act of exorcising evil spirits.

"Fritina, stop your work and pour your master a cup of goat's milk." Heron ordered, "I think goat's milk will be more nutritious than rainwater."

Fritina nodded, and went to the dining room swiftly.

Fanny opened her eyes, and said with difficulty, "Come here, Hermia. I have something to say to you."

Helen sat on the edge of the bed and held her cold hand.

"Hermia, I have been summoned by Death," she said weakly, with a faint smile in her eyes.

"I dreamed of Pliny. He was still as handsome as he was when he was young, sitting on a rosewood rocking chair, holding a smoker in his hand, and his feet were set casually. His body was very slender, his eyelashes were like a feather fan, and his profile His curves are extremely perfect, and no statue can match the exquisiteness of his facial features..."

"Mother!" Helen grabbed her hand tightly, "He's already dead!"

Her cloudy eyes revealed sadness, "Maybe I shouldn't have married him in the first place, I'm so stupid that I don't deserve him... He can enjoy imported ingredients, have his own bath, and use slaves at will. The only thing he can't do is choose own partner."

"There is nothing unworthy! You and he are married politically. His name is Polio the noble, and yours is the noble Claudius. You are equal to him!"

"Hermia, you don't know many things... Pliny is a very silent person, he keeps everything in his heart, and even if he regrets it, he bears it alone. So... if he marries me, he will suffer more than others Much bigger."

Felitina came with goat milk.She picked up her limp master, spread the tablecloth over her lap, wiped her hands, and held the glass to her mouth.

Fanny took a sip of goat's milk, and Felitina wiped the stain from her mouth.

"When I'm dead, I want you to release Felicity," said Fanny to Harren. "She's a good girl, and she should marry a freeman, and have a caring and loyal offspring like her."

Felitina knelt down excitedly.Her old-fashioned bun swayed slightly, her shoulders trembled, and the pair of ruby ​​earrings shook accordingly.She propped her arms on the ground, unable to support her trembling body, as if thanking her master with all her soul.

"Stand up, Felitina. This is a gift from your mother, and you should accept it." Helen said, "As long as you fulfill your duties as a slave, I will prepare a dowry for you. You can even choose what you like husband."

Felitina was almost choked up with emotion.

Fanny calmed down, and her hoarse voice became clearer: "Early this morning, Slan sent me a message from a slave, saying that her son Daho is going to get married, and I hope you will attend as the head of Paolio."

"Daho? Is that the judge?" Herren thought of a vague shadow, and his voice was very heavy.

"Yes. He is Antony's next head of the family. You'd better show your face at his wedding." Fanny said, "as an expression of friendship among nobles."

In the last life, when Helen received this notice, he refused without hesitation.There was a conflict between the time of the wedding and the gladiatorial performance, and he resolutely chose the latter because he was greedy for pleasure.

But now, he wanted to make the opposite decision.

——Because the judge who pronounced him "illegal heir" was precisely this Dahou.Confronted with Pliny's will and seal, he seems to have delivered a very just judgment.

"Okay, I'll go." He nodded and agreed.

……

Noble weddings are always complicated and grand.

At dusk, the torch team escorts the bride to her husband's house, which looks like undulating water lanterns from a distance.

The charming bride is the most eye-catching.She was wearing a robe embroidered with flowers, with a belt that tightened her slender waist, and an orange scarf on her head.She was heavily made up and her lips were as bright as roses, and she looked like a ballad goddess, or she was dressed that way.

She was carried across the door by her husband.The slaves sprinkled hazelnuts on the guests, implying more children and more blessings.Marble pillars are smeared with grease and wrapped with wool by the newcomers, which symbolizes their hard work and prosperity after marriage.

Helen sat in a corner, eating pastries in silence.Dahoe, the bridegroom, was too busy for him to strike up a conversation without winking.

Phoebe noticed him when he walked in the door.

She arranges her hair in front of a bronze mirror, dabbing a little olive oil.She carefully adjusted the golden hair accessories and polished the pearl necklace around her neck.Dressed in gold and silver, she is like a gorgeous gilt ball, more jeweled than the bride.

She pursed her lips to make them more rosy, picked up the powdered gold wine glass she had prepared, and walked towards Heron.

Helen glanced at her, wiped the cake crumbs off his hands, and said politely, "Your brother who is a senior official is married, and his wife has a generous dowry. I don't think there will be such a perfect partner again. Bless Antony."

Phoebe's nervousness was eased by his smile.She pushed the goblet over and stroked the heavy gold in her hair.

"They are a well-matched political marriage. I think she will be able to help her brother get promoted smoothly. Her father is the most senior veteran and has a strong voice."

"Oh, then she is really competent, fulfilling the responsibilities that a noble's wife should have." He said perfunctorily.

"Her dowry was staggering. Because of her, we Antony had 20 more acres of land and 20 educated slaves, not to mention the glittering jewels and gold."

She blushed and rubbed her nose, "However... my father assured me that I will prepare a richer dowry when I get married in the future. I think... I will be more competent than my sister-in-law..."

"Bless you." Helen smiled sincerely at her.

He was so incomprehensible that Phoebe was momentarily at a loss for words.

He took the wine glass, and was stunned when he saw the gold powder in the wall of the glass.

The gold shattered into particles and solidified in the glass wall like stars.The wavy mouth of the cup is inlaid with gold wire, and the bottom of the cup is milk-colored white jade, which feels moist and smooth like silk satin.

He slowly turned the wine glass, and the gold powder changed color with the refraction of light, flowing like a ball of gold sand in the palm of his hand.

"It's a beautiful cup," he admired.

"I want to give it to you!" Phoebe's gray face brightened up like a firework. "It was given to our family by the emperor. I heard it is very rare."

"Thank you!" He raised his glass. "May the generosity of Antony last as long as the Tiber!"

He sipped the wine, holding the glass with long and heroic fingers.When the wine glass touched his lips, he raised his eyelids and looked gently into the distance, which was the result of etiquette training.

And these black eyes are so beautiful, it always makes people feel that they gather everything, but in fact there is nothing in them.

Among the crowded guests, he caught sight of a familiar figure, holding the wine glass froze, his brows slightly pulled and then relaxed.

He quickly drank the wine in the glass and left in a hurry with an empty glass, even forgetting to inform Phoebe.

He saw Brutus.