[Ancient Rome] How to Divorce the Tyrant Nero

Octavia felt that she no longer knew Brittanycus.

Before that, she thought that the most shameless person in the world was Claudius or little Agrippina, but seeing Brittanicus today, Octavia felt that Claudius and little Agrippina Agrippina doesn't seem all that annoying either.At least these two have the most basic attempts and know how to follow the rules.

And Brittanicus...

"My dear sister, why don't you speak?" Brittanicus enjoyed Octavia's silence, so he pressed on step by step: "Or is it that father's most well-behaved daughter is unwilling to contribute to the greatness of Rome?" everything……"

"If you give everything for the greatness of Rome, then whose name is engraved on the rebuilt garden?" Octavia tried her best to be gentle: "The donor is the one who will be remembered by future generations. If Rome pays, then they must have a monument to remember their achievements, shouldn't they?"

Octavia, who blocked Brittanicus back with a single sentence, said with a half-smile: "Or, the name of the new square is Brittanicus?"

"..." Brittanicus, who couldn't answer this question, had to look at Narcissus. After all, he was most familiar with loan matters, and Narcissus didn't want to talk to his little master, so Pretending not to understand, she continued to bow her head in silence.

"The Matrona's loan must be repaid." Marcus Barbatus clenched his glass tightly and warned Brittanicus to stop talking: "There is no reason in the world not to repay the debt. Besides The Matronas donated a huge amount of money, so should all the adults here donate or not?"

As soon as this remark came out, not to mention the MPs who didn't want to pay attention to Brittany Kus, even Brittany Kus himself fell silent.

If you don't donate, it means that the group of people who rule Rome are not as big-hearted as women.

If they donate, then those who have citizenship will get several times the money of Matronas.

It can be said that this is a dead end.

And what is even more suffocating is that the Matronas are not idiots who borrow money empty-handed. They still have some mortgage documents for land and minerals in their hands. If they are pushed into a hurry...

"I remember Mrs. Brittany Kus said that tonight is a relaxing time, so don't talk about those headaches at the dinner table, and leave all the troubles to the House!" A member of the council who smoothed things over humorously said: "The sudden tense atmosphere made me think I hadn't finished work yet, so I asked Lord Brittanicus to let the slaves serve more fine wine."

"It's natural." Brittany Kus, who was walking down the steps, forced a smile: "I will definitely let everyone have a good time tonight."

Sitting down, Octavia glanced at Narcissus, only to see the latter secretly showing a wry smile, as if expecting Octavia to do something.

What a pity!

Octavia avoided Narcissus' eyes for help, and stared at the roasted chicken on the dining table.

I believe that it won't be long before Brittany Kus will be emptied.I'm afraid that at that time, Marcus Barbatus will acquiesce in the parliamentarians' move to collect power.

After all, Rome can no longer afford a second Caligula.

And several nobles headed by the Claudius family could not accept the second liquidation.

………………… I am the dividing line……………………

Octavia and Nero, who left the palace, did not go home directly, but took sedan chairs to the Lake Center Theater of Domitius' house.

"What do you want to show me?" Octavia looked at Nero who was excited all the way, and said inexplicably, "Could it be that you prepared some drunk performance for me."

"Are you looking forward to it?" After arriving at the destination, Nero will personally carry Octavia out of the sedan chair, then blindfold her, and lead her into the closed theater: "Be careful of the steps, follow me slowly .”

Octavia, who was in the dark in front of her, tried her best to restrain her urge to touch b-i'sh0u, pinched her voice up, pretended to be very happy and said, "What kind of performance is it? Myth or comedy? ?”

"Or, you have practiced the puppet show well."

Nero did not answer Octavia's question, but held Octavia's hand tightly, and after Octavia stood firmly in the first row of the theater, he asked the servants in the dark to light up the torches.

"Look..." Nero couldn't wait to undo Octavia's blindfold, allowing her to see the fruits of his many days of hard work.

On the performance stage in the center of the lake, countless torches combined to form Octavia's name, illuminating the ink-colored water surface like a bucket of light orange paint, causing residents nearby or on high places to explore. Come out and look at the only clear "Octavia" in the dark night.

"Is this for me?" To be honest, Nero's method is the same as the comparison between 99 roses and candles in later generations, and there is not much shock here in Octavia.

But in ancient Rome, this is undoubtedly extremely romantic.

Especially not everyone has the financial means to do this, the torches that make up the name alone are quite an expense.

"I've always wanted to make you happy, how about it? Are you in a better mood?" Seeing Octavia staring at the torch on the stage in the middle of the lake, Nero said half expectantly, half shyly: "In my heart, You are the Psyche who made Venus lose color, so there is no jeweled costume that can match you, and these are just minor embellishments."

"...Thank you." Octavia didn't know what to say for a while.

For a moment, she thought it would be fine to live with Nero like this, but when she thought of Brittanicus's insolent face, and the way her blood vessels were cut in the steaming bathroom.

All these romances are gone, and all that remains is the fear of failure.

"You have done so much for me, and I don't know how to repay you." Octavia wiped her face with a veil.In Nero's eyes, it looked like he was about to cry.But in fact, it was Octavia's move to wake herself up.

"If you are happy, then all these efforts are not in vain." Nero didn't care much about money, and was even proud of how he transformed the smell of money into a very beautiful art: "I plan to make money in this place in a few months." The first performance in my life is held in the theater, and I wonder if my dear Octavia would like to help me."

As Nero spoke, he put on an inviting gesture, which actually made Octavia laugh out loud.

"Okay!" Octavia, who agreed very readily, searched for a suitable script in her mind, and knelt down to respond to Nero's invitation: "I'm in charge of the script, and you are in charge of the performance. Please don't dislike me, little Domitius." rough writing."

"How could it be?" Nero pressed Octavia's forehead.

In the eyes of the servants not far away, the two of them really looked like intimate lovers, but it was a pity that one of them didn't think so.

Elius glanced at Dory Fluorus who was returning home from vacation, and the latter who was hiding in the darkness looked expressionlessly at the young lovers in the first row of the theater, lowered his eyes and said, "I'm too arrogant .”

It was obviously impossible, but he hoped that he would be Hippomenes who got the golden apple and could win Atalante's heart.

"It's too late to give up now." Elius sympathized with every young man who fell in love with Octavia, so he persuaded Doryphrus out of good intentions: "Druusus has always cared about you. , so you still have a chance to marry a virtuous and beautiful wife."

"There won't be any more." Dory Fluorus put on his cloak and hood, left Domitius's theater without looking back, and then walked towards the red light district.

Different from the calm court and the solemn Temple of Vesta, the corruption here is far better than the back of the temple, even more arrogant and vulgar.

Countless Doris and Lupa cling to the rough wall enchantingly, like Medusa's snake-haired avatar, turning the entire area into the head of a banshee, and using magic power to keep everyone who stops by man.

While Dory Fluorus continued to go deeper, some drunk clients were thrown into the street by the thugs of the ji|house, and they made painful noises under the feet of a pair of intentionally stepped on.

"Tsk! Playing with girls without money, are you a slut when you're my mother?"

"Okay, what a waste of time with him! Isn't the handsome Thracian over there come in and have a look? This is the best place in Rome, far better than mint water and sage for a good night's sleep. "A blond j|girl saw Dory Flux, deliberately showed him the totem on her body, winked at him charmingly and said, "Why don't you come in and have a look?"

"Okay." Dory Flux looked at her carefully, and threw her a Sestati.

The author has something to say:

Dorris: **Hospitality low class.

Rupa: A wandering warbler.