Augustus Road

"It is shameful for common people to engage in prostitution and adultery; it is an elegant entertainment for nobles to do so." - Ancient Roman "Satire Poem"

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When Adiana stood up from the rippling bath, two maids gently wiped the fine water droplets on her body with a fine needle woven blanket. One of the maids slipped and slightly scratched Adiana's arm, leaving a red mark. Queen Eubernia looked at her with a terrifying look. The maid trembled in panic and knelt down at a loss, but the queen's look was fleeting. , she had more important hurdles to overcome, so she just hit the maid lightly, then let her slightly wet hair hang down, wrapped the blanket on her bed, and sat in front of the open makeup box. The old hairdressing maid next to her used a heated hair iron and her flexible fingers to gently comb and curl Adiana's hair...

"Go to the bathroom at the end over there, even if... that's the case, the two-ear pottery jar takes too long." When the maid brought up the soft silk nightgown, Adiana said something unhappily to the close-fitting hairdressing maid, who understood and retreated after bowing respectfully.

Under the water curtain of the pig's feet, the lively water flow made lively sounds on the floor tiles, and the splashing water droplets jumped everywhere. The maid in front lay sideways on the bare floor, her body lying weakly on the side. The legs of the other maid were being tightly grasped by Carabis, and she was lifted up over her head. She was attacked by the "Bronze Sheep Head Hammer" of the Legion's special envoy with great force, from top to bottom. The maid cried for mercy, and the water flow splashed violently on her cheeks. She subconsciously wanted to grab something with her hands, but where was there anything to grab on the floor? He could only scratch in vain with his nails in the gaps of the floor, but Karapis had no intention of getting entangled. He was almost unable to hold back after fighting two people. After a period of preparation work with fine movements like heavy rain, he made a few fierce long-distance charges. Then his back twitched a few times, and he gently put the maid's legs aside. The maid seemed to have fainted, slightly tilted her head, and shook twice intermittently to enjoy the blissful feeling of resurrection.

Only Karapis was left sitting on the floor, with the paste of powder mixed with water all over the floor. He panted and wiped his face with a mixture of sweat or water. He was ready to get up and rinse again, and then put on his clothes on the copper rod. At this time, there were a few slight coughs at the door of the bathroom. Karapis turned his head and saw the old hairdressing maid and a few people standing there with their heads bowed respectfully, as if they were welcoming the legion's special envoy.

"This... the weather seems to be a little too hot, and they are a little dizzy." Carabis turned around and explained, picking off a few pieces of paste on his body, but it stuck to his hands again. He shook it off again, but it didn't come off, so he had to smack it on the mosaic wall tiles.

The elderly hairdressing maid changed Carabis into a breathable and expensive Persian embroidered nightgown, which was as comfortable as if it was integrated with the skin. Then several people held candles in their hands, and the flames danced along the summer night breeze flowing from the corridor. Then they stood in front of a huge room. The elderly hairdressing maid took the candle from the person behind her, put it under the colored glass cover, and led Carabis into the room. This was a place divided into inner and outer rooms, separated by a whole curtain. The inner room was full of darkness. The soft breeze blowing from the terrace had the salty smell of the salt lake. It was finally not the fanatical and dry wind that was often seen on the plateau.

"Please wait a moment before going to bed, Your Excellency the Special Envoy." The old maid said politely, and then a eunuch came up and shaved off Carabis's beard with a small razor. Then someone untied Carabis's pajamas, and the eunuch stretched out the small razor to Carabis's armpit hair, "Hey, this is not necessary!" Carabis said majestically, and the eunuch immediately put on a flattering smile, and then he and several other people leaned down and retreated, and the bronze door slammed shut.

In the room, only the old maid holding the lantern and Carabis in his open pajamas were left.

"Well, I don't need someone to sleep with me when I sleep." Carabis didn't know whether this was a "good habit" of the Pontic court or the full malice of Adiana, but in any case, the maid was too old.

"No, Your Excellency, I will be watching from outside this curtain. You don't need to be nervous. Of course, Her Majesty the Queen will not be nervous either." The old maid still smiled politely, then slowly pulled open the curtain and hung the lantern on the bronze hanger in the middle. Under the swaying light, Carabis saw Adiana in front of the bed, with her eyes lowered, her long hair hanging down on both sides, her eyes almost falling to her heels, wearing a very light silk dress, standing gracefully.

Then the old maid knelt on the ground, took Carabis's hand, and crawled on her knees to pull him into the inner room, then stood up, untied Adiana's silk dress and slowly took it off, then whispered a few words of encouragement to Adiana, probably meaning that the Special Envoy's energy and vitality had been weakened a lot after the "fierce battle" just now, and you don't have to be too afraid of him.

Then, the old maid pulled the curtain again, turned her back to them, and sat on a couch. The whole inner room was left with only the lamp and the clear light from the starry night outside.

"This..." Before Carapis could speak, Adiana said in a slightly strange tone: "Okay, Amphora, everyone in the palace knows what I did tonight, don't let me be ashamed!" Then, she looked up and saw the old maid behind the curtain using shadows to remind her how to act next.

But her mind was hazy, and she could only mechanically move forward and press her soft front body against Carapis' chest, and then her whole body trembled as if she was electrocuted, "Soon, it's time for you to get your reward..." Then, she seemed to remember the ** words that the old maid had told her before.

"If a rose has no good time and rain, when it is old and withered, who will say that its thorns are beautiful?" Adiana said this vaguely, and she felt extremely ashamed after saying it. Then she saw the old maid hurriedly making shadow puppets behind the curtain with a dizzy look, indicating that her recitation of the ** poem just now was really unqualified.

This is indeed the case. Perhaps Carapis has stayed in Rome for a long time and prefers the rude and direct slang among the Latins. The bed affairs between him and Bodi are passionate and wild, so he feels a little confused about Adiana's incomprehensible Greek elegance.

"Enough, amphora! There is no authentic queen who is a descendant of Darius (the Pontic Mithra family claims to be the descendants of Darius and the sun god), and there is no one who has done that. Can you still be the king of Rome?" Finally, Adiana couldn't stand the reminder of the old maid and said this straightforward and angry words. (To be continued.)