What a stubborn woman, with a stomach straight, no fear on her face, she was very smart, and she could see through the hesitation on Luga's face, Luga really couldn't understand why she was so anxious.

"What else are you trying to control me?" Luga finally lost his patience, he reached out and grabbed Liquinia and grabbed the rope tassel on his breastplate, and pulled it off with force.

"First of all, you as a wife." Luga's eyes were glued to Lickinia's eyes, and he no longer avoided them, but said in a firm tone: "You have to remain loyal, you have to support him unconditionally, take care of him, accompany him, encourage him to be independent, continue to grow, and finally become the person you want in your heart!" Instead of complaining about him, belittling him, complaining about him, and insulting him, this can only make the contradictions between the two sides deeper and deeper, and in the end no problem can be solved! ”

For Lujia's lesson, Likinia was silent, she looked at Luga, tears rolled in her eyes, biting her lip tightly, as if she had been wronged and had nowhere to vent, and Lujia was deeply touched by the pain she endured.

"Why is she like this?" Luga was stunned, and the question began to think back to him in his own mind, as if to ask him if he wanted to say it so absolutely, without giving anyone a chance to defend himself. For some reason, Luga's heart softened at this moment, he didn't know how to comfort Licina, maybe she was really being treated unfairly.

"I'm sorry." Luga didn't know what to say anything other than that, and all he could think about was getting out of here now, not seeing Lickinia like this, lest he relented and said something he shouldn't have said.

"Yudoria is going to be Hunerik's fiancée." Likinia said loudly behind Luga, Luga paused, turned around suddenly, and saw Likinia there holding her stomach with one hand and stroking her cheek with the other, crying pear blossoms with rain, which made people feel distressed.

"If you will, just let your daughter marry the son of your enemy, for God's sake, forget about it!" With that, Likinia turned her back and wept to herself, ignoring Luga.

The ears were filled with the desperate and helpless cry of a mother, which silenced Luga, who was a weak-minded fellow who could no longer be ruthless in the face of the woman in front of him. Looking at Likenia's depressed back, Luga hesitated for a moment, but instead of walking up to comfort her, she turned around and left, avoiding from afar.

"Aetius must be eager to see me at this time!" Luga thought to himself along the way, and as soon as he left the palace, he hurriedly got into the carriage and went all the way to the racecourse. Before reaching the destination, the deafening cheers were already being heard through the windows.

"Luga, are you really willing to go to Aetius so alone?" Andrew, who was also sitting in the car, asked with some concern.

"Don't worry, Andrew." Luga couldn't help but clench his cuffs as he said this, he didn't know whether he had challenged Aetius's patience or not, after all, it was Aetius' territory now.

"Why did he invite me?" From time to time, Luga pulled out the parchment he had hidden from his cuff, he didn't know what to do, and the consciousness in his heart told him that if he didn't go, he would get into big trouble.

"Forget it, let's see the move!" Luga smacked his thigh hard, as if he had made a very important decision.

"My lord, here we are." The coachman outside the carriage said, and this was only a long time for Luga to come back to his senses.

"Pray for me, Andrew." Luga tidied up his clothes and said to Andrew, in order not to make his conflict with Aetius more irreconcilable, Luga deliberately left the laurel crown on his head and the scepter in his hand, as long as it was any object with his own status as a soldier commander, he took it off, at this time he was like before, ordinary, and did not give people a bright feeling at all.

He got out of the carriage alone, and as he expected, he was so ordinary that even the passers-by who passed him did not recognize him, and all the rights he chose to ignore as if he were an ordinary, even down-and-out aristocrat.

How many of the pedestrians who came and went once cheered at Luga, they only recognized their clothes, and they didn't remember their faces at all.

Luga followed the crowd and kept going inside, he knew that Aetius would only sit in the most noble VIP seats and watch the game, which had been Augustus's place in the past, and it was not impossible for him to be reluctant if Augustus did not come. Just as he was about to enter the audience, Luga suddenly felt his cuffs being grabbed.

"Lord Luga, you seem to have gone the wrong way."

Such a voice caused Luga to hurriedly turn around, but he saw a strange face, his hair was yellow, he was of Germanic blood, tall and burly, and he was a general, but Luga had never seen him at all.

"May I ask who you are—" Luga asked, puzzled.

"Marioan, Your Excellency, my name is Marioan." Marioan bowed slightly to Luga and said, "Aetius has asked me to wait for you here." ”

"What?" Luga felt something incredulous, "How did Aetius know that I would be here." ”

"Lord Aetius knew you would be ashamed, so he set up eyeliner at every intersection of the racecourse. In order to be able to find you as soon as Lord Luga comes in, and then bring you to Lord Aetius. ”

"Haha, that's a good job!" Luga shrugged helplessly and said.

"Okay, come with me!" Marioan didn't mean to laugh with Luga here, and he turned coldly, expressionlessly, and walked towards the entrance. Lu Jia couldn't help it, shook his head helplessly, and followed closely.

After a tortuous road on the road, Luga followed Marioan all the way up to the position of Aetius, where the battle of the four-horse chariots was beginning below, and the spectators had already placed their bets and were waiting for the race to begin.

"I've been waiting for you here, Flavis. Luga! Aetius sat upright in his seat, his eyes cold and expressionless.

Luga looked at him and his seat, and it seemed that he was still self-aware, at least knowing that the position that belonged to Augustus was not to be touched. He was very unhappy, and sat in his gorgeous seat and kept playing with the scepter in his hand, which was a good thing, otherwise he would have rubbed it off.

"Oh, I've kept you waiting, Lord Aetius." Luga swallowed and continued.