Augustus Road

Each took what he wanted, Pompey killed Vitias to cover up his embarrassment, and Caesar was the one who gave the direct order, because he wanted to protect Brutus, who was thought to have escaped, and Lepidus also wanted to use Vitias. The corpse of Theas, and the writing board clutched in the corpse's hand, are exactly what Caesar acquiesced to, "If you take revenge privately, I will not interfere too much." .

Lepidus was not that big-hearted, and he did not write the names of Cato and Cicero on the writing board. This would only make the situation more and more troublesome, so the only thing written on the writing board was written in the blood of Vitias: " The person behind the scenes, Princia".

About half a market day later, such news spread throughout the city of Rome. Princia's lips had been trembling incessantly for the past few days. She seemed to have contracted a cold and was restless. Her body and forehead were hot and cold. I heard that the court was also preparing to summon her. No, this was an act of revenge by Lepidus. Sure enough, he knelt down on the construction site of the Coliseum that day. It was a trick to paralyze himself and Pompey. He had long known and induced Alexandria The appeal group went to the sheepfold and the main square, and ordered his men to assassinate Dio, the chief representative of the appeal group, in public to create an explosive effect. Therefore, the assassination of Vitias, which was carried out at the same time, was helpless and could not be boarded at all. The headline position made Pompeo scratch his head.

It is unknown what agreement Lepidus secretly made with Pompey, but the only thing Princia can understand is that - Lepidus' knees will not be covered with mud in vain, as evidenced by the fact that he tampered with Vitias's corpse and bit him back. , and his attack will never stop here.

So, the panicked Princia drove the bearers to the house of Demetrius on Palatine Hill. She searched the whole city of Rome but could not find Pompey. There was no sign of this great general in the Villa of Alba. Her mentality Increasingly anxious, when the sedan was put down in the courtyard of Demetrius, the Jew with a polite smile on his face politely kissed Princia's slender fingers and asked why her scent came to him. A humble abode?

Princia knew that this cunning Jew was denying responsibility, so she directly begged him for asylum, or General Pompey's asylum. Demetrius smacked his lips in embarrassment, saying that General Pompeo was because of the previous assassination. , received some stimulation, and is now recuperating in the remote Bay of Naples.

"That's just a few hundred stadias away. I also have a reading villa there." Princia said hurriedly.

"This... I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to visit the general now, because he is currently in love with Julia, the beloved daughter of the consul Caesar. Julia is by his side now, and he doesn't want to be like you. Such people appear... I understand your difficulties, but I still ask you to leave Rome for the time being and avoid this limelight." This was the Jew's suggestion.

"But once I escape, my guilty conscience will be confirmed! Listen, what are you so proud of, you servant? You probably don't know my energy. If the court summons me and Li Bida sues me, I will know clearly Our plot was in vain..."

Demetrius shouted impatiently, "If you are confident that you can shake the three-headed monster, then come on. Cato, Cicero, and Bybulus can't do it. Princia, you are just a The old madam who relies on her business as a courtesan and pimp to get some second- and third-rate political intelligence, don’t take yourself too seriously - I don’t want your beautiful body to lie in a ditch full of garbage and bed bugs in the future, you know. The Temple of Jupiter and the Rock of Tarpeia (the high rock used for executions in Rome, from which the tribunes had the power to throw criminals to death) are only half a stadia away," said the Jew. He made a "very close, very close" gesture with his thumb and fingers.

"But you have to help me, you have to know that I was framed for General Pompey!" Princia lost her composure, pulled Demetrius's clothes and screamed.

Seeing such a demeanor, and a woman who usually considered herself to be a powerful figure in Roman social circles being so groveling, Demetrius temporarily put other things aside, and malicious and obscene thoughts surged in his heart. He raised his fingers again and said, "I can help, but even though I'm just a slave, I don't lack money, mansions, or power. I really don't know what you, a beautiful lady, can do to make me want to be tempted."

Although the queen of courtesans has not been involved in the flesh-and-blood business for a long time, she still roughly understands the implication of the Jew's words - this handsome-looking bastard who secretly sells monthly jobs can only be sold by her own personal service. He was satisfied with his spiritual pleasure - this kind of slave nouveau riche from a low background never looked at whether the other party was beautiful or not. They always took pleasure in being able to trample on all kinds of women who had a higher status than him before.

So, Princia laughed, took Demetrius's hand, and walked under the circular dome with dense grape vines, where there was a cool pool and a soft circular couch in the shape of the Red Sea. Princia walked to the corner, held a cylinder with both hands, then lifted up her long skirt, revealing her smooth buttocks that were still well maintained, and then spread her legs, signaling that Demetrius could enter as soon as possible.

Who would have thought that the Jew would stroke his hair comfortably, pick up a glass of high-end wine from the small table, and then sit on the couch, smiling at Princia, who was half naked in the most humiliating posture, which made him feel very surprised. Did he want me to sit on him on the couch? It turned out that this guy liked it. Just when Princia was about to take the initiative, Demetrius waved his hand:

From the garden over there, several low-ranking slaves with dark skin came out. They were all bought from Abyssinia and were doing the most rough manual labor in Demetrius's house. "Come one by one..." This was Demetrius' order.

After a while, Princia screamed like a bitch being beaten with a club. The weapons of these black slaves were not the "fighting swords" that the Romans often talked about, but the real "heavy javelins of Pilum". Her soft and slightly sagging belly was surging violently. With a jerk, stinging sweat kept dripping from her face and neck. She cursed this perverted madman in her heart, the Jewish "small-minded man". The other party had taken off his pants and sat on the couch, watching the black slaves having sex with her excitedly while pounding wildly!

Around dusk, Princia, with disheveled hair, walked out of Demetrius's house with unnatural steps after "wheeling" with three black slaves. Later, with the help of the sedan bearer, she climbed onto the sedan chair despite the pain. She could only lie on her side with her legs bent, and kept moaning. The sedan bearers and maids who were often insulted and harsh by her knew what was going on, and they were secretly happy in their hearts. It was the sedan chair carrying the mistress, moving briskly! (To be continued.)