Perhaps out of a suspicious temperament, the young emperor Hono stayed before entering the imperial capital, thought about it for a long time, and finally suddenly announced at the moment when he was about to step into the city gate that he did not want to go to Denbaradin Mountain, let alone live in the royal palace on it, whether it was the palace of Dumishan or the palace of Severus, which made him just want to retreat when he thought about it.

This unexpected decision, which caught General Stillico off guard, happened half a month ago.

The emperor brought more than a thousand entourages, in order to accommodate these important people, Stirico had ordered people to start arranging the two palaces half a year ago, and now everything is finally ready, I don't want His Majesty the Emperor but-

"Go to Hadrian's palace outside the city, and put the more than ten thousand ancient scrolls I have brought with me into the library there, and then vacate the theater there, and make a makeshift studio for my Andymien—and I will order all the white marble slabs you have purchased to be transported to the Palatine Hill?" The handsome young emperor let the morning breeze blow his golden curls up, and did not want to put the crown on his head. He used his delicate fingertips to pick at a huge sapphire on it, which really made the eunuchs around him worry if he would break his delicate fingers.

He said these words like a cannon, but his tone was extremely cold, enough to remind people of the cold white light on the surface of the marble.

"Yes, Your Majesty," the forty-eight-year-old general Stirico sighed helplessly, how his men had moved more than a dozen tons of marble slabs up the mountain—and for which they had taken the lives of a dozen or so black slaves—sent chills down our spine. Now it seems that he has to be very careful to move it down and transport it out of the city, isn't this just to find guilt for himself?

He hung his head, not daring to look squarely at the young emperor lying in a palanquin, with a lilac embroidered gold curtain hanging on all sides, and the inside was very spacious, covered with silk cushions stuffed with thick velvet.

The emperor and his favored retainer Andy Mien lay on top of it, and the boy who had shocked the whole country with his beauty was only sixteen years old, and came from the Western Regions, to which the distant "Great Qin State" belonged, that is, the ancient kingdom of Loulan on the border of China at that time. His father was a royal painter, and he also fascinated a princess of Loulan because of his outstanding appearance and elegant temperament, so he had the later Andy Mine.

The princess was pregnant because she was unmarried, and her reputation was ruined, and after giving birth to her young son, she was married to Guici and made a humble addition to an elderly prince. As a shameful illegitimate child, the king wanted to execute the bold father and the son of filthy blood, but the father took advantage of the darkness of the night to infiltrate a passing caravan and take the poor infant child through many hardships and dangers, and finally fled to Dunhuang, where he resumed his old business and became an unknown painter of cave Buddha statues.

Andymien grew up in the dark caves there, with a vast number of scrolls, undying lamps, and pigments mixed with the powders of various gemstones.

Because he was born so beautifully, he became a common model for thousands of painters there, and for a time the gods and Buddhas in the cave grew his face, and even the faces of those flying fairies also revealed his unique beauty and elegance - which also made his reputation spread far and wide on the Silk Road, alarming the Great Qin Empire and the thirty-six mysterious ancient countries along the road.

After many years of painting in caves, his father lost his sight early due to harsh conditions, and the scorching sun and yellow sand in the desert of the Western Regions also made him quickly weaken and grow old.

Andy Minion was not yet ten years old when his father was buried in a quicksand pit—a last wish of his father, who said that the yellow sand that swam in the wind might bring his body to distant Guci, and although he was convinced that his soul would fly there and haunt his lover all day long, he always wanted to get as close as possible to the princess who had been disgraced by him—and this infatuation moved the young Andymion, and another seed of misfortune was quietly planted in his fate.

Soon after his father's death, he was drugged and forcibly taken away by a group of long-planned traffickers. After three years of drifting at sea, he finally arrived in the Western Roman Empire. As soon as he entered the palace, Andy Minion caused a sensation in the government and the opposition, and those traffickers also received huge remuneration as they wished.

Yes, at that time, only the emperors of the Roman Empire, especially the emperors of the Western Roman Empire, would throw away so much gold in order to buy and sell a favored courtier.

Today, the "Great Qin State" is suffering from unprecedented wars and sufferings, and although there are many emperors there, they are more focused on fighting and seizing land, and beauty is not enough for them to give it all they have. As for the emperor of Eastern Rome, he has already reached adulthood, and he has married a vicious and cunning queen, and sending such a peerless stunner into his palace is tantamount to killing him.

Andy Mien had no trouble conquering His Majesty the Emperor, who was only sixteen years old at the time, but he seemed to disdain for mere appearances, and more often than not he would lock himself up in a marble-paved palace, where he painted silently.

At first, he only painted gods and Buddhas, and painted flying fairies. But slowly, he was attracted by the exquisite sculptures all over the city, and he began to run to the streets and alleys to paint sketches, and every time he left the palace, the emperor would send a large number of guards to ensure his safety. Although the area within a hundred meters of the sculpture was blocked by sturdy soldiers, the crowd of onlookers continued to pour in, and soon the nearby streets were blocked.

When he got tired of sketching, he locked himself up in the palace and began to paint on the smooth marble surfaces. The emperor's favor for him deepened, and he ordered all the most beautiful sculptures in the city to be moved into the palace, and many more sculptures from other cities were also on the way.

"Even if you empty Greece, if you can make my Andy paint as he pleases, he will do what he wants!" ordered the Young Palace. It's like as soon as he saw the beautiful young man from the Western Regions, he willfully changed his name.

"What is your name? Lan Ruo?! I don't like this name, it's too awkward to pronounce! Have you ever heard of Andy Mine, the lover of Diana, the god of the moon, who will never wake up in her moonlight? If there really is such a beautiful boy, it will not be more beautiful than you! So, from now on you will be called Andy Mine!"

The emperor likes to simply call him "Andy", and he once asked his Andy to draw the beautiful boy, but the always taciturn former Lan Ruo shook his head.

"Why not, no one dares to disobey my will!"

Still shaking his head firmly, albeit lightly and slowly.

"You just have to draw it the way you do, it couldn't be easier!"

Still shaking his head, but this time, Andy smiled for a moment.

"What are you laughing at?"

"You say he's never going to wake up?, oh, so how do you want me to draw himself asleep?!"

This incident made our young emperor depressed for a long time, and it was naturally mixed with a little chagrin. In front of his favorite ministers, he actually did such a stupid thing!

But this time, just as he was about to leave for the imperial capital and leave Milan, the emperor suddenly had a flash of inspiration and had a way to solve this impasse!

"Get me all the best sculptors in the empire, and let them make a statue of Andy as quickly as he could: he lay there with his eyes closed, lying in the moonlight, as if he had been kissed by Diana. I must be molded exactly the same, or I'll cut off all the heads of those fools!Oh, no, I'm going to just take them to the Imperial Capital and throw them all into the gladiatorial arena!"

The sculptors finished the statue as quickly as possible, and they carved it so well that if Michelangelo had seen it a thousand years later, he might have given up on the beautiful little guard that had been sculpted.

How can the Medici Emperor compare to our Andy? If he does, he will only be compared to the dust!

Now that the sculpture is ready, our little painter can finally paint.

But he was not satisfied with the marbles in the palace—those of good texture had long since been filled with his paintings. So the emperor ordered the general to fill the temporary palace with the most beautiful and best white marble slabs for Andy's painting.