I warmed his cold blood

Chapter 56

There are always some opportunities in life, when they come without warning, and there is no need to deliberately pursue them, they just come to you so naturally and suddenly; so that in the twilight years, people can sigh with gratitude and infinite nostalgia: " If it wasn't for..."

The destiny of man is so wonderful.

Gattuso handed him the parchment, "Look at it for yourself! This is an order from the new emperor Luchka. He just took office, and he needs to use this to win the hearts of the people. This is the practice after taking the throne."

Heron was a little excited.The sudden good news was like a god-given panacea, which cured him of his laziness and self-abandonment at once.He took a sharp breath, his eyes flashed brightly after a momentary loss of focus, and the boiling blood rushed to his head and face, his ears turned bright red because of this.

He jumped up excitedly from the rocking chair, grabbed Gattuso's ears, and shook violently a few times.

"God!" Gattuso grabbed his hand, "You're going to blow my mind away! You don't have the dignity and dignity to be an official!"

Heron let go of her hand and said in a trembling voice: "I'm just so happy! You know, this is more dramatic than a mime in a theater!"

"You should really thank Lucica!" Gattuso rubbed his sore ears, "Even though he is busy with affairs and is as busy as a bee, he has made such a government order that is friendly to the people."

"Encumbered with affairs?" Heron was puzzled. "As far as I know, the new emperor hasn't done anything. He's just like his father, enjoying food and wine in the palace..."

"No..." Gattuso shook his head twice, "What you see is only the surface. A man wearing a laurel crown is destined to be mediocre. He needs to quell the riots in the province and deal with the elders who oppose him... In short, Too much."

"Oh! The matter of the emperor is far away from me." Helun said, "I just need to do my job well and focus on the responsibility of benefiting the people and benefiting the people."

Gattuso restrained his smile and looked at him silently.His chubby face was slightly melancholy, as if covered with a dark veil, his clear black eyes were also darkened, his lips were tightly pressed together, his hands folded his arms, and he had the air of an old man who had seen a thousand sails.

"Oh..." He sighed softly, "When will you really grow up. Of course, I mean your pure heart, not your slender figure!"

Helen tilted her head and pouted, "What do you mean?!"

"I mean, you're too young." Gattuso worried. "Sooner or later you will understand that politics is not just about doing your job well. It prefers people who are well-rounded."

"My thoughtful cousin, I'm not very good at intrigue. You were the first to know this." Helen lay back on the chair and shook her body slightly. "I want to be more down-to-earth and make real achievements."

Gattuso could not help but sigh.He was even a little sad, like a sympathetic saint looking at a mortal who indulged in the pleasures of the world.He pouted his lips, his facial muscles twitched twice, and finally said with mixed emotions:

"May the gods bless you for a lifetime of childhood!"

Herron gave him a quick, thoughtful look.

……

Antony's house is filled with a rich and greasy smell.This is the fragrant smell of valerian, which has a strong aphrodisiac effect.

Dahoe has just returned from the Senate.He was in a terrible mood when he learned of the new decree.

He smelled the fragrance and looked up alertly at the bedroom on the second floor.From a long distance, he could hear Yusha flirting with male prostitutes.

He frowned, looking disgusted as if he had eaten a fly.

He has always had a serious cleanliness obsession, but chose to sit in the atrium to suffer from the cold instead of entering the house.He felt that the hall at this time was extremely unclean, even the air was filthy and filthy, as long as he inhaled it, even the bones would be blackened with poison, and even the soul could not escape this curse of filth.

At last the moaning and shouting died away.After a while, Yusha came out with the male prostitute.

The two were disheveled.Yusha was holding the male prostitute's arm, her plump breasts were completely exposed, like two snow-white clouds, trembling slightly as she walked.Her eyes were steamed with lust, her gorgeous red nails were dotted with gold powder, and her purple lipstick was rubbed onto her cheeks by kisses, making her look extremely lewd.

She saw Daho sitting indifferently, a sneer appeared at the corner of her mouth, and she ignored him.

She gave the male prostitute some coins.The whore leaned in, planted a kiss on her breast and left.

"Pull your shoulder straps back!" Daho finally yelled when she turned around.

Yusha snorted lightly, and slowly pulled back the shoulder straps to cover her chest.

"You said you don't care about this." She mocked.

"I'm really out of my mind to agree to marry you, a filthy woman!" Dahe blushed, "All the whores in Rome put together can't compare to the lust of you alone! You are so dirty out of my house!"

"Oh, don't make yourself so noble!" Yusha said irritably, pulling her sticky hair, "You married my dowry, and I married my body's pleasures, what a fair deal!"

She walked over and touched Daho's face, "Don't tell me you're going to break the contract!"

"God! Don't touch me! Oh..."

Daho stood up in a panic, scooped up water from the patio and rubbed his face desperately.His face was very distorted, and one side of his face was quickly rubbed red.But he didn't stop, and scrubbed his cheeks vigorously, as if he wanted to peel off the whole skin.

"Your back-and-forth really disgusts me!" Yusha said disdainfully, "You promised me back then that you would never interfere with my selfish desires. Otherwise, I wouldn't have given you the land and gold! You know, how many times Your tall and handsome man is jumping around me like a dog..."

"That's because they won't allow you to have an affair after marriage!" Dahoe said viciously.

Yousha sneered twice, "But for your official career and for relying on my father as a backer, you agreed very simply! You are more humble than those dogs!"

Daho was poked where it hurt and fell silent.He silently picked up the water to wash his face, but his movements became bigger and bigger, and his eyes became redder, as if he was using his face to vent his anger.The side of his face had already been rubbed until it was numb with pain.

"Whenever you can't bear it, just think about your ambition." Yusha glanced at him and said sarcastically, "If you can't bear it, just divorce me. Anyway, there are still many people waiting to marry me."

With her chin raised high, she walked into the hall arrogantly.

Daho's neck was flushed with anger.He clutched his neck, panting desperately like asthma, the blood vessels in his temples beat violently, faster and faster, as if they were about to burst through the skin.His vision became blurred, his legs became unsteady, and he fell into the cold patio all of a sudden, his whole body was soaked.

He yelled a few times in anger, and slapped the water hard.

……

The election of the tribunes was extremely quick and smooth.Because Heron was the only one who met the conditions, the Senate didn't even hold a vote, and directly set the quota.

According to the emperor's additional decree, the next tribune can only be held by civilians, and even knights are disqualified.In order to win the voice of the people and consolidate his power, the new emperor formulated this reform policy.

And this election is undoubtedly a transition of reform, which can be regarded as an expedient measure.Heron was very lucky and became the biggest beneficiary of the intertwined karma.

On the day he took office, he wore a rose wreath on his head, stood on a gorgeous float, and was drawn around the city by a horse.

He was wearing a silk robe with gold and red stripes, his long smooth hair was blown by the wind, and the hair was sprinkled with gold powder.His back is straight, he is holding a scepter carved with a she-wolf, his eyes are drawn with thick ink lines, and there is a charming makeup like a woman in his strength.Sunlight leaked from the clouds and ironed his silk robe, reflecting a layer of golden light.People cheered him and threw flower petals and dried fruit over the cart.

The clear blue sky above his head, passing by the dirty gray-yellow streets of Rome, is like a gilt golden red, vividly drawn into the junction of azure blue and gray-yellow.So he dressed gorgeously gathered all the prosperity of the world, and was also contaminated with the unique beauty and innocence of the God Realm.

After a busy day, Helen returned home in a hurry.

He shook off the petals off his body and hurriedly washed his face with cold water.

The slaves came up to him, brought him a copper basin and towel, and put on light cotton boots for him.Heron washed his hands in the copper basin, stretched out his ten fingers, and asked the slave to apply olive oil for him.

"Where's Lucas?" he asked.

A female slave answered first: "He practiced sword in the backyard, he didn't even wear his underwear, and his body was covered with glistening sweat..."

As she said this, it seemed as if she had thought of some blood-pumping scene, and a layer of red cloud appeared on her cheeks.She raised her eyes secretly, exchanged an ambiguous look with the other female slaves, kept her mouth tightly shut to hold back a smile, and her shoulders couldn't stop shaking a few times.

Helen understood instantly, and ordered coldly: "You are not allowed to watch him practice swords in the future!"

The female slaves were stunned.He deprived them of their greatest pleasure.

Helen withdrew her hand in some annoyance, and walked directly to the backyard.

Lucas was wearing brown-red leather armor, sitting on a rockery among white pigeons.He had just finished training, his chest was still heaving violently, he was exhaling a few mist breaths, and he was holding a leather water bottle.Behind him is the big and round cold moon, and his vigorous silhouette is embedded in the ice jade-like full moon, adding a lot of sharpness to the romantic moon shadow.He is the sharpest thing in this romantic night.

The sharp dagger was stuck by his leg, shining a silvery cold light, more dazzling than the moonlight.

He is like a knight guarding the moon.When other people were drunk, he endured loneliness and guarded the tranquility of this corner, carrying a sword that was as cold and lonely as him.

"Lucas," Herron called to him.

He turned sideways, his body stagnated obviously, and then he jumped off the rockery and slowly walked out of the moonlight.

"You're back." A lock of his sweat-drenched blond hair stuck to his forehead, and he raised his hand to pull it back, revealing his sharp eyebrows like a sword.

"I've been waiting for you for a long time." He said with a smile.

"Have you practiced sword?" Helen wiped the sweat from his chin.

"Yeah." Lucas turned the dagger quickly, and put the cold blade into the sheath resolutely, "My injury is completely healed. I didn't waste any of those expensive soups."

Helen's eyes darkened, "I ordered just now that all female slaves are forbidden to watch you practice your sword."

Lucas froze for a moment, then smiled and said, "Are you jealous?"

"No." Herron denied.He stepped forward, hugged his strong back, and said heavily, "I don't want you to be polluted by that frivolous attitude. You deserve the most serious respect and affection, not joking and frivolity."

Lucas is emotional.He dropped the short sword and cupped Herren's cheeks.The sharp eyebrows and eyes revealed gentleness, and there was a kind of incompatible tenderness.His body, which has always been as hard as ice, now also has cracks; like Achilles in mythology, he was invulnerable but was finally shot in the heel.

His lips trembled a few times, and he didn't use an honorific title for Heron: "You are so beautiful today."

Helen hugged his waist tightly, turned his face, bit his earlobe lightly, and muttered, "Go to my bedroom. I've been waiting for today for a long time..."