Augustus Road

"Freedom, freedom. God, I would rather not be Brutus, I would rather be a country boy who doesn't understand anything, so that I won't be caught between emotion and morality." Brutus raised his head, and this Thunder and lightning and dark clouds were already flashing and rolling over the entire City of Seven Hills. "Then pick up the sword and kill the enemy like a ferocious soldier. The only thing I can do now is to say goodbye to my mother and wife properly." "When he said this, Brutus's tone trembled.

Then, instead of entering his own gate, he climbed up the hill and came to the house where his mother lived. The slave who walked out diligently led Brutus in. Seville in the Garden , with her eyes lowered, stroking the lyre in her hand, correcting the rhymes against the papyrus scrolls engraved with poems, time has left wrinkles on the corners of her mouth and eyes, Brutus choked with sobs, and slowly walked to his mother's before.

Only then did Seville become aware of the child's approach. She hurriedly got up, gathered Brutus's hair, and asked her son kindly and tenderly, what on earth was he thinking about? Feeling unhappy because of some trivial matters, "Did your friend Casio abandon friendship because you took away his position as chief judge? Then don't mind, because friendship is not about compromise and concession, but a sweet feeling. Responsibility. Since Caesar trusts you, do it well, Brutus, my young boy." Then the mother held his face and said, "Look at this pleasant face, a man who studies knowledge and seeks for success. Face of everlasting happiness and serenity, philosopher Brutus, born to be the magistrate of the city, you will surely bring order to the whole republic. "It is the order of Caesar, not the order of the country." Brutus licked his tongue. He didn't dare to meet his mother's eyes. Say this.

"Caesar is the state now. Isn't he?". This woman from Seville who was good at playing the piano did not hear the overtones of her loved ones. She smiled and sat on the armchair again and murmured, "Maybe the world has rumors about us, saying that you are Caesar." You are an illegitimate son, but don’t care, even if you are not related by blood. Caesar always regards you as his real son. He has nothing to owe our mother and son. By the way, I still remember that when he was not yet prosperous, he liked you all day long. Hiding here to avoid debts and listening to my playing, he had a lot of time to spend with me, but he was not happy. "

Brutus also laughed and looked at the rectangular stone chair on the other side of the garden, which was Caesar's favorite to lie on at that time. "He doesn't come much now, does he?"

"So he should be happy. Word got around that he was getting sicker and sicker, but also dreaming more and more, sometimes like a child - Rome made of marble, half a million new citizens moving in , opened many canals, and expeditions to the most distant countries - I feel that he is now like the flying Icarus rushing towards the brilliant sun. Passion and happiness are burning rapidly in the flames. He is shouting and trembling. In the pain, it turned into a wisp of smoke, and finally merged with the sun." Sevilla raised his head and said finally, "Then let him continue to be happy, leaving me to guard this mansion. "Will you be lonely? Mother." Brutus' eyelashes were trembling, and tears were about to fall. At this time, white lightning flashed on the eaves and corridors, and a heavy rain was coming. .

But Sevilla just turned his back to him and gently raised his white arms to indicate that his child could leave.

On March 14, on the calendar tablet in the large square filled with water, several priests were climbing ladders to remove the alphabet plate and replace it with an alphabet plate suitable for the market. Such people, selling jewelry, spices, fish and meat, all began to shuttle in the surrounding streets, and Rome soon became lively, although it was not sunny today.

With the sound of trumpets, Caesar led his accompanying retinue across the square and walked towards the Ares Campus in the northeast corner of the city. The temperature gradually warmed up. After walking for a while, Caesar's bald head was shining with sweat. Then he sat under the arcade and rested. At this time, several craftsmen and merchants gathered around to say hello to the dictator. Caesar nodded and smiled in return. Then Caesar looked up and saw the man in a cloak at the corner of the street. The prophet in the black cloak was still standing there, like the shadow of a tree.

"If you have anything to say, say it as soon as possible. I will go to the cavalry commander's villa for a banquet right away." Caesar continued with a nonchalant smile.

"Those closest to you will save you, but you, Julius, turn a deaf ear. The Temple of Jupiter is now full of dark clouds. During the thunderstorm last night, someone witnessed the sound of cavalry fighting on its roof. ”

"It was only thunder, and ignorant people would make such a fuss about such a phenomenon," Caesar replied, patting his knees and standing up.

"Someone witnessed a lioness walking up and giving birth to her cub on the street under heavy rain, and then ate it."

"Perhaps you should ask the stable master of the Argos Gladiator School about this. He starved his lions for too long, but refused to strengthen the railings and locks." Caesar's witty reply made everyone around him The people burst into laughter.

There was no expression of anger or shame on the prophet's face. He bowed respectfully to Caesar and then disappeared into the crowd of people on the street.

"I will not stop because of these omens. To be honest, if I rest here today, I will not be able to eat the delicious food at my friend's house. As a person, the most helpless time is when he hesitates. Is the traveler afraid of his own shadow?" Caesar said to his entourage and the people, and then to the women and bosses of the shops behind the arcade, wishing Mercury to bless your business, and then said goodbye and continued to move towards Prima.

In the Apollo restaurant of Prima, a huge copper pot was suspended by a long rope on the patio, which amazed all the people who came to the banquet. The host, Lepid, introduced that "this is food from Britain, called miner's pot."

Since it is called this name, it means that it is the food eaten by barbarian miners in Britain. It is lamb meat mixed with beans and wheat flour, and seasoned with salt, vanilla and chopped green onions, all poured into the pot, boiling with a fragrant aroma. "When eating, everyone uses a long-handled spoon to reach into the pot to fight for it, and experience how those miners seek to fill their stomachs."

"This is really a tricky idea. I hope my mouth will not be burned when I eat soon." Caesar, wearing a purple robe, appeared at the corner of the corridor and the murals, and then smiled and greeted everyone and walked towards the restaurant.

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