I put out his fire

Chapter 30 The Light Sound of Enlightenment

Quentin's funeral has passed, and Messalina moved back to the palace from her father's house.

Out of female jealousy, she forced all her female slaves to drink a potion with white lead.This medicine can cause infertility in women.

The loss of a child and the pressure of the family made this woman even more irritable.

Short-sighted, she couldn't stand any setbacks, and she increasingly lost the ability to think rationally.

Anthony was dressed in a greasy face and painted oriental oil on his blond hair.He picked up the wet wooden stick, dipped it in the lipstick extracted from cochineal eggs, and spread it evenly on his lips.His clothes are bright red and purple, and the greasy makeup makes him effeminate.

Messalina was naked｜with her upper body bare, lying on the sofa with her chin propped on her side.Her slack breasts drooped, and the flaming nails clipped, lifting up the thin, almost transparent veil, revealing a pair of stiff white legs.

The slave girl mixed rosin and wax with resinous oil, rubbed it on her calves and armpits, and plucked her hair.

She frowned and moaned slightly, moving her body like a snake shedding its skin.

Anthony came with rose water and knelt beside her like a devout believer.With his delicately maintained hands, he took out the watering can and sprayed the queen's skin with dew.

Messalina let out a contented sigh from her nasal cavity.

She stopped suddenly, her slender nostrils puffed a few times, and she became alert like a dog smelling a strange smell.

"What smell?" She asked with a straight face, her tone was very bad.

The female slave cleaned up the depilatory cream and replied tremblingly: "...the princess is entertaining friends downstairs..."

Messalina snorted in disgust.She pulled off a bright red cashmere shawl to cover her slightly saggy skin.

"Come downstairs with me, Anthony," she said contemptuously. "This damn marijuana smells like miasma in the gutter!"

Anthony clung to her like sticky oil, and supported her with a flattering smile, like a dog wagging its tail.

The two walked downstairs leisurely, and the strong marijuana smell instantly poured into the nasal cavity like cement, which was almost like suffocation.

Messalina covered her nose.Through the layers of toxic smoke, she saw her daughter.

Octavia was lying on the sofa like a belly fish, next to a beautiful girl.That is her friend.

She poured out the candle, and with trembling fingers lit the bits of hay in the silver box.

The white smoke was as thick as milk, with a sticky aroma.

Octavia quickly picked up the wooden pipe and took a sip.Then, a satisfied smile arched on her face like a wild pig.She twisted her thick neck nervously, white smoke covered her yellow teeth, and smoke rings spewed out from her thick lips.

Her friend finished smoking marijuana, his limbs twitched convulsively, and a weird smile appeared on his face.

They were like two happy maggots wriggling in the mud.

Messalina raised her arms, the corners of her sharp mouth twitched faintly.

"Get out!" she said, her eyes widening, her voice sharp as a knife.

Octavia woke up instantly.She turned her face to one side and shivered involuntarily when she saw her mother.

She sat up with a smile on her face, and handed over the silver box and wooden pipe in a fawning manner.

"Mother... Come and taste this. My friend brought it from India. It is said to be very effective for earache..."

She was still gasping for breath when she spoke, and her voice was very hoarse.

The girl at the side turned around, shaking her unconscious mind.She sat up tremblingly, and struggled to assume a correct sitting posture, and said cautiously:

"Dear Queen... Do you still remember me? The roses used in the palace every year are all managed by our family..."

The blue veins on Messalina's forehead twitched twice, and the corners of the eyes engraved with fine lines turned red.She tilted her mouth to one side in anger, her brows suddenly tightened, and a strong murderous intent was released between the squeezed eyebrows and eyes.

She suddenly jumped over and grabbed the girl's neck.

The girl was frightened, and desperately tried to break her hand away.She kicked her legs desperately, the suffocation made her skin purple from neck to forehead, and the blood vessels between her neck bulged like tapeworms.

Octavia screamed like a pig, staggered and knelt down at Messalina's feet, embraced her gem-studded ankle, and kissed anxiously.

"I warned you..." Messalina said sternly, "The imperial palace is not a place for lowly merchants to enter!"

Octavia trembled all over, and said humbly: "But her father already raised horses...she is the daughter of a noble knight..."

Messalina sneered for a while, the laughter was as high and low as sharp sawtooth, hitting the wall like the current of the river Styx, and then bouncing back fiercely.Her red lips were parted to the point of tearing, and her fingers sank deep into the girl's throat, motionless like a steel bar.

Anthony behind him shuddered silently when he heard that.

Messalina took the scissors from the table and plunged into the girl's lower abdomen.She evoked a vicious smirk and twisted it a few times on purpose.

——When she lost her child, she wished that all the women in the world could not be mothers.

The girl screamed a few times as if being slaughtered.She kicked her legs like a bullfrog and immediately passed out from the pain.

Octavia rushed forward.She pushed Messalina away and screamed as she pulled out the scissors, blood splattering her face.Her small pea-like eyes stared blankly at the blood, and she cried out in fright.

Messalina laughed and stood up slowly, shaking off the blood on her hands.

She lowered her eyes, rolled her eyes in disgust, and said sarcastically: "The blood of traders has always been despicable, so much is shed!"

Octavia was trembling with tears, and whimpered from her drooling mouth.Her facial features were already ugly, and when she cried, they formed into a ball, like a ball of dough that had been kneaded.

"You've gone crazy! Ever since Quentin died, you've become an unreasonable witch!" She hugged her friend and scolded with tears, "Look at what you've done...your sanity has been taken away by Quentin." Ting ate up that dead pig mouth..."

Messalina said meaninglessly: "Take your merchant friends and get out!"

The slaves greeted her with rustling noises, carrying the unconscious girl on their backs.

Octavia cried, wiped her tears, and staggered back.

Anthony greeted her with a merry smile, brought Messalina a glass of ice wine, and helped her wipe off the blood on her hands.

"Don't be angry..." Anthony said in an artificial tone, "anger is the greatest natural enemy of beauty."

Messalina drank the wine and roughly put the empty glass aside.She sat in front of the bronze mirror, her fiery red nails floating, and took out the queen's laurel wreath from the jewelry box.

"I can't control my temper..." she said, stroking the laurel wreath. "My son is dead, and my daughter is so ugly and stupid. My family is like a stone that has slipped from the top of the mountain and is about to roll into the mud." went in..."

"Oh, don't be so pessimistic, my dear..." Anthony smiled falsely, "You can adopt a boy and train him as an heir..."

Messalina shook her head.She rubbed some dried blood between her fingers, and said with a gloomy face:

"Even if I want to adopt, I must adopt an adult boy. Think about it with your wine-filled head, how can an independent-minded adult be willing to be at my disposal after ascending the throne?!"

Anthony shut his mouth wisely, and knelt at her feet very faithfully.

Messalina was silent for a while, and as if conjuring, she took out a silver cylinder from her waist.

The silver column is inlaid with rubies and covered with a layer of animal skin. The workmanship is quite exquisite.

Anthony's flattering smile froze, and surprise quickly rose on his face.His blue eyeballs were trembling in their sockets, as if there were huge waves churning there.

He took a deep breath, and opened and closed his thin lips in discontinuous words: "... Pass... the Herald Day?!"

The Herald Day is a Roman military scepter, which is used as a voucher for mobilizing troops and horses, and has the same effect as the law.The emperor's heralds are of the highest grade and are made of gold; while the heralds held by the generals are mostly made of silver.

"It belongs to my father." Messalina said blankly, "I stole it when I moved back to the palace..."

She played with the Herald Day, and the cold silver light illuminated her pale lips.Her eyelids were bloodstained, her eyes were a little crazy, and she had a ghostly, trancelike aura, as if she was living in a world that didn't exist.

Anthony broke out in a cold sweat with horror.

……

The surrender of the E people was very sincere, and they handed over all their food and women.

Because of this act of flattery, the men of the E tribe survived and can continue to live as slaves.

The Roman Legion received a certain amount of food and grass supplies.Nero arranged for the legion to recuperate in the city while waiting for the next order from Lei Ke and Claudius.

Rhodes was seriously injured, not to mention the knife cut that reached deep into the bone, and two ribs were slightly fractured.

The doctor used bone forceps to remove the free bone fragments and sutured the wound.He told Rhodes to rest and refrain from strenuous activities.

So Rhodes lay in bed almost all the time.He was shirtless, and his wounded chest was tightly bandaged, revealing a narrow waist.His shoulders are straight and bony, and they are also exposed, and there are shadows cast in the hollows of the shoulders.

He was bored while recuperating, and sometimes he would mend armor and scabbard on the bed to pass the time.

Nero in a red robe opened the curtain, holding a medicine box in his hand.This medicine is made of vinegar and thyme oil, which has the effect of inhibiting wound infection.

Rhodes leaned against the head of the bed, his extremely handsome eyebrows turned to Nero.His shoulders and arms were bare, yellowish in the candlelight.

He tilted his face, showing his soft red lips, and there were two light feathers on his clean eyelids, which were his curled eyelashes.

"Back?" he asked with a smile.

Nero was stunned for a while before reacting and said: "I counted the quantity of grain and grass today, and I personally participated in the transportation..."

He picked up the broken collar and showed it to Rhodes, "Look, my collar is all torn by the iron hook of the box."

Rhodes was absent-minded.He raised his arm and beckoned for Nero to come over.

His slender muscles are slightly raised, with an elegant charm.

To some extent, Nero was bewitched to walk over.

He dug out a lump of medicated oil and daubed it delicately on Rhode's wound.His face turned red, his fingertips trembled slightly, and he felt burning when he touched Rhodes' skin.

"The wound is so deep..." Nero muttered with a blushing face.

Rhodes smiled: "I still can't die."

Nero touched his skin, a thin layer of sweat broke out on his forehead.This layer of sweat is illuminated by candlelight, and the colored soft light inside the mother-of-pearl flashes.

Rhodes stared at him in silence for a while, then suddenly reached out and pressed his shoulders, "Don't move." He said.

Nero looked up at him in bewilderment.The golden-brown eyes seemed to have a gilded luster.

Rhodes took the needle and thread, leaned over, and sewed up his torn collar.

His warm breath coiled around Nero's neck, and his mature and half-naked body was close in front of him.Nero had a momentary, hunger-like sensation.

After the sewing was finished, Rhode approached Nero's neck and bit off the silk thread.

The silk thread was bitten off with a "click".

This soft sound has some unspeakable, sexual enlightenment meaning, triggering the suppressed evil, as if Pandora's box is finally opened at the moment.

The extremely thoughtful Nero even had the illusion that Rhodes was flirting with him.

Emotions are absurd and unreasonable things, and some things don't need to be defined too clearly.

The author has something to say: ambiguous~