Zi Niu Chongxin traveled with his uncle for a long time, traveled widely, and saw almost all the huge Roman possessions of Caesar and Octavian, whether in Europe, Asia or Africa.

As soon as he saw the ruins of the Senate, Zi Niu remembered Caesar——— he was assassinated here. On that day, he seemed to be stabbing twenty-three times in the middle of a speech, and finally collapsed in front of the statue of Pompey with a bruise.

She looked down at her feet, guessing where he had bled and fell. This place must be small, and the body of a fallen man can no longer be majestic, curled up in a corner of the house. But when he was not overthrown, he was so angry that he ruled not only in present-day Italy, Spain, France, and Belgium, but also in the Rhine Valley of Germany and southern England. He also rushed to Egypt in pursuit of his political rival Pompey, had a son with the Queen of Egypt, and then swept across the Mediterranean coast. The opening and closing of the hero world is really limitless. The swaying of powerful life for space is simply incredible.

However, the result of indulgence can only be convergence, and the result of squandering can only be obedience. Even Caesar was no exception. When he had completed his most complete restraint and obedience with death, his successor, his adopted son Octavian, had another great indulgence and great swagger, and the Roman Empire spanned Europe, Asia, and Africa, and regarded the Mediterranean Sea as an inland lake.

Uncle came over,

"All greatness is an irresistible force from the outside, and an order of incomparably wisdom from the inside. ”

Ziniu looked at his uncle and nodded, and listened to his uncle continue,

"Greatness is better than space, it is momentum, greatness is better than time, it is charm. In addition to the momentum, ancient Rome also has enough charm, so that its momentum is also soaked in water and fog, and it is not dry for thousands of years. You see, Caesar, who traveled thousands of miles, actually left behind eight volumes of "Gallic Wars", seven of which were written by him himself, and the last volume was supplemented by his generals. It was a good start to the literary writing of the commander-in-chief, and it was still remembered far from Churchill's memoirs of the Second World War in the twentieth century.

Caesar shows us that the treacherous legends of the most daring literati, beyond the reach of even the most daring literati, are narrated calmly and smoothly by the actions of the people, and that the demeanor that was missing in the brutal struggle and long-awaited in the long march is made up for by the strokes of the fire of the tent, and is doubly graced. ”

Uncle beckoned, Zi Niu approached, uncle wrapped around her arm, Zi Niu hugged her uncle's waist with one hand, and faced this majestic Roman greatness together.

An elegant man, a beautiful maiden, they stand by side,

Uncle tightened her arm,

"Ziniu, the reason why my uncle took you through this long Roman history this time is to tell you that you, like Caesar Octavian, have also experienced brutal but majestic battles, and there may be more in the future. ”

Ziniu was stunned and immediately turned his head to look at his uncle. Uncle had never told her anything about her angels, and of course the boy was curious!

"I've been in a war?!"

Uncle patted her on the shoulder and smiled warmly, "You are very brave. ”

"Really?" Ziniu herself smiled, look at this is a cute little angel, her own past life and present life have not been figured out, as soon as she heard that she had fought a war, and got such an affirmation from her uncle, she was very happy and satisfied.

"Yes, so you have to keep being brave. Ziniu, although your six wings are not on you now, they have not given up on you somewhere, and are still looking for you tirelessly. And in the meantime, it is very likely that some bad wings will take advantage of the void and encroach on the place that belongs to them. Ziniu, this requires your strong willpower to fight these bad wings, don't be fooled by them, and don't follow them......"

"Uncle......" The little cow really showed fear, she didn't expect her uncle to suddenly say such a terrible thing: bad wings! Did they get in! Zi Niu quickly touched his back, "Did they get in!"

Uncle just wrapped his arms around her tighter and gave her strength, "Be stronger! It's unpredictable when they will come and when they will leave, Uncle is just going to give you a preventive shot at this time, and when the time comes, you have to be strong-willed!"

Although the boy Niu was afraid, he couldn't help but nod, "I promise." ”

Uncle pointed to this majestic city again, "Actually, don't be afraid, this is also a test for you, firmly believe in yourself, you will grow, and you will return to the beautiful place that belongs to you."

You know, the Roman Empire finally fell in 476 AD, and the last emperor was called Romulus Augustus.

Romulus did not panic in the face of the Germanic soldiers approaching the city, and raised chickens leisurely. He tolerated the escape of ministers with the treasury and property, and tolerated shameless people to deceive his own family, which was simply disgusting because he had no strength in character. But the more you look back, the more you understand that he is actually a wise man who has insight into history. If the cart is bound to fall, it is a harassment to try to support it, and if history is no longer intended for Rome, it is a reaction. Therefore, he adapted to history by contributing to the fall of the Roman Empire, and let his life and personality structure fall along with it.

Be brave, but also calm, Ziniu, from the big picture you will be beautiful, this setback is what you deserve, you might as well return to your nature and conform, a new era will eventually come to you. ”

When her uncle told her this, it was more like he was saying it to himself.

Zi Niu looked at his uncle's face under the vast sky, and suddenly felt so sacred and so sacred-Zi Niu secretly made up his mind, yes, uncle, I must be brave!

……

Ziyang Palace,

There was another very fierce quarrel between the Führer and his wife,

"He has retreated to such a small place, and you still can't tolerate him!!" Xin Jing burst into tears and shouted heartbreakingly,

"Who can't tolerate him! Is it me! He is insatiable, and has been turned out of his old accounts for all these years, and it is his opponents who cannot tolerate him, so that the country cannot tolerate him!" the Führer also roared. In his heart, Xi Yanwan is his brother, and he said that he is the brother he respects and hates! But, no matter what, he doesn't want anyone to hurt him!

Heart Sutra knelt down,

Looking up at her husband,

"Please, help him! He is not only the last god of my Taiping Palace, but also your own brother! Are you just - watching outsiders kill him like this - Yan Wan, Yan Wan is too innocent, you know that no matter how greedy he is, he deserves it, my little uncle, he has lost too much, Yan Wan, Yan Wan, ......"

In the heart's mournful cry,

How sad it was for the Führer to face the window, and how gloomy and slow to exhale,

His eyes became extraordinarily accurate,

Yes, no one can touch him!