I put out his fire

Chapter 8 The Art of Tying Hair

Rhodes soon moved into Nero's palace.

As a personal guard, he must always be by Nero's side to protect his safety.

A banyan tree that can cover the sky and the sun grows in the courtyard. The thick green leaves are like a raised cloud that is about to burst the wall. arms.

As a result, all the scenery in the courtyard is coated with a layer of light blue color that symbolizes youth, and the air has the bitter taste of leaves.

There is always a lot of energy here.

Rhodes held the sword, walked past the marble pillars and brightly colored mosaic murals, walked to the banyan tree, and looked up among the trees.

The sunlight fell from between the leaves like quicksand, and the leaves shook like a splash of green paint splashed into the sky.

He clung to the branch of the banyan tree, jumped onto the trunk with a light jump, and lay down on the branch.

The shutters, which were no more than an arm's length away from him, swayed.Nero, who lived on the second floor, opened the bedroom window at this moment.

Rhodes leaned on his arms and turned his face inadvertently.His extremely handsome features suddenly crashed into Nero's field of vision.

Nero froze for a moment.

The two were so close that Rhodes could even smell the cardamom aroma on Nero's body.

He sat up, his calves, which were as straight as blades, hung down, his temple hair was blown wildly, and he pushed it behind his ears tiredly.The bone line of his shoulders was extremely hard, and behind him was a fine golden light and green leaves like lake water.This made him seem to have stumbled into a world drawn with a brush.

The young man who is not in love has strange mood swings at this time.

"Are you still used to living there?" Nero asked, with sincere concern in his eyes.

Rhodes put one arm on his side, looking a little lazy.

"No beer." There was dissatisfaction as light as a feather in his tone.

"You have the right to order my slave to buy it." Nero said quickly.

Rhode's hawk-like gaze swept across him, and there was a slight jump in the pupil of the eye, as if the flame was sealed there.

"No need, you have already given me a lot." Rhodes said.His words carry a hidden, repressed meaning.

He said in a heavy voice: "I don't want to owe you anything..."

Nero didn't understand the meaning of his words, shook his head and said, "You don't owe me anything. On the contrary, you saved me."

Rhodes looked up at him.A gust of wind made the leaves rustle, and his long hair fluttered wildly.

"I had the apothecary examine all my clothes, food, and incense. Finally, a thing called a poisonous reed was found in the bath..."

Nero paused, "This poison will deform my bones."

A hint of anger crept into his tone.His usually gentle and harmless young face showed an angry red at this time.

He continued: "It was my bath slave who did it... It turns out that I bathe in poisonous water every day."

Rhodes shook the hand holding the sword, and a needle-like sharpness appeared in his eyes.

"Who ordered it?" he asked.

Nero said regretfully, "I don't know..."

He slightly lowered his chin, under the raised brow bone, two shadows that became thicker and thicker suddenly appeared.Needless to say, this gave him a hint of ferocity between his still immature brows and eyes.

He said softly, "I gouged out his eyes and peeled off his scalp, but he didn't say anything."

Rhodes paused.

After Nero lost power in his previous life, the court declared him an "enemy of the state" because of his tyranny and ferocity.

And it now appears that his crime was not made out of nothing.

Nero leaned against the window and turned his face sideways, the drooping eyelashes covered his eyes like shadows, making his eyes look gloomy.

His slender figure has some sick smell, his thin lips are illuminated by a ray of sunlight, and they are slowly opening and closing:

"I have been stabbed with a knife, tricked into a snake den, and pushed into the Greek sea... Now, someone poisoned me..." He said with a bit of self-deprecation, "I have tried a lot of death Law!"

Rhode leaned forward slowly, and the mixed light and shadow of green and gold swept across his face quickly, like a sky where the clouds had disappeared.

He glanced at Nero's hand and observed calmly: "But you escaped another disaster."

The black marks on Nero's nails are gone.

Nero stared at him, with slight vibrations in his brows and eyes, "If you hadn't appeared, Rhodes... I would have turned into a hunchback to be ridiculed by others, my voice would have become hoarse and ugly, and I would suffer from others' criticism when I gave speeches." disdain……"

Rhodes understood that Nero's fate was different from that of the past.

The wind blew over with the bitter taste of the leaves, and Rhode's hair was messed up again.

Impatiently, he drew out his long sword, cut off a section of banyan tree's whiskers, raised his arms, and tied up the messy hair with the whiskers.

So his well-shaped neck and deep jawline were finally exposed.His back was straightened by the action of tying the hair, as flexible as willow branches.The hem of his jacket also lifted up, revealing a small section of his white waist.

Rhodes tied his hair casually, and it was a beautiful scene.

If anyone was looking for art, he has now found it.

……

At night, the moonlight is so bright that it covers everything like snow.

Anthony stepped on the slave's back and jumped off the horse.

He was wearing a dark red cloak, and his lips were as bright as cinnabar.On a moonlit night as bright as day, he was like a drop of blood dripping into the snow.

He hurried into the courtyard of the villa and shook the wind chime at the door violently.The slave came up to meet him, brought him a copper basin and washed his hands.

He dismissed the slaves impatiently, paced back and forth in the courtyard, his steps were disordered, and he looked restless.

A figure appeared at the entrance of the hall, and the white robe was agitating and rolling, making him like a shadow imprisoned in the door frame.

When Anthony saw this figure, he stopped in panic, and his smile lit his face like a candle.The frizzy temperament all over his body was smoothed out by this shadow like ointment.

"Munch!" he yelled joyfully, opening the corners of his mouth as wide as possible.

Munch straightened the straps of his boots and clacked the buckles of his robes.

He raised his eyes, and the fine lined and slack eyes trembled, and he said with a dull face, "You're here."

Anthony almost ran over, grabbed his shoulder affectionately, and made the most intimate kiss with him.

Munch was somewhat conflicted, and said displeasedly: "You are already 30 years old, Anthony. Do you still remember the teaching of the servants? A true nobleman cannot express his sorrow and joy."

"But you are my brother!" said Anthony, laughing. "We have the same blood, and we both have the honorable Otto!"

Men Xi sighed softly and asked, "Why are you here so late?"

The smile on Anthony's face disappeared like a broken thread.He lowered his voice vigilantly, and said with a serious face: "The slave we arranged suddenly disappeared... I inquired, and he was already dead, just yesterday."

Menhi paused, then asked vigilantly, "Have you been discovered?"

"I don't know." Anthony shook his head. "I heard that Nero used torture. He ordered people to goug out his eyes and peel off his scalp..."

"Oh!" Menche frowned, and said in disgust, "That devilish brat!"

"He's still a kid with the fuzz on his cheeks, but he's as cruel as his uncle..." Anthony scolded angrily, "They're all born monsters!"

"Don't say that!" Menxi jumped up in an instant.

He stared uncharacteristically, his usually benevolent eyebrows cracked.It was as if the solid mask had been cracked, so his essentially fierce face finally flashed through the cracks.

"Caligula is nothing like him!" he growled.

"Are you still going to defend him?!" Anthony said in surprise.He looked at Menxi reproachfully, with a puzzled look on his face. "Aside from being a good player in gambling, what else is he outstanding?!"

"Shut up!" Menxi glared at his younger brother, "He just loves to gamble and play, that's all his little hobby. You know, everyone has a hobby that they want to get rid of but can't get rid of... This is forgivable... Just like you like lipstick and I like collecting military boots..."

He babbled and shook his head indiscriminately, appearing a little nervous.

Anthony sighed and closed his mouth.He looked at the nagging Munch with despair in his eyes, those blue eyes were like a dead sea that couldn't flow.

He said, "The mirror peeping at the mother and child was broken, and Messalina went crazy all afternoon. Oh! Her hysterical shrew look really makes me sick!"

Mengxi resumed his usual calm demeanor.He coughed twice, and it only took a moment to suppress the abnormal expression just now.

He stroked the white robe calmly, like a dignified old man, "Persevere, we need her power."

"Every time before taking off her underwear, I have to force myself to forget that it is a body that enjoys pleasure with many eunuchs all day long!" Anthony gritted his teeth, "I have to soak in the bath all day to get rid of her stained body." My smell!"

"Be patient!" Menxi patted him on the shoulder, "Only if you have grasped the thorns, you will not be afraid of picking roses! What's more, her waist will not be covered with thorns like thorns."

Anthony's eyes were red, and he sent his slave to bring a glass of ice water, and swallowed the ice cubes.

The sound of chewing ice cubes echoed in the courtyard.Anthony gulped down the ice water and felt calmer.

He glanced at Munch, raised his eyebrows, and asked with a clear face: "Did Claudius agree to that matter? I remember you have been persuading him for almost a year."

As if cursed, Mengxi returned to that restless look.He let out a disturbed sigh and said with a hostile face: "That suspicious and cunning guy! He won't let go like a dog biting a bone! Look at him like that, he wants to hide the golden sword in the palace forever until It's rusted to scrap metal!"

"Maybe it's God's will." Anthony said with a relaxed expression, "It's God who wants you to forget that stupid king Caligula!"

"Oh! Shut up, Anthony!" Munch exploded again.He seemed to be dominated by two souls, jumping back and forth between them.

He said in a bad tone: "You know this is my bottom line!"

Anthony took a sip of ice water, turned his mouth to the side, and didn't say any more rude words.

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