"I want to go back to the old life, where we kissed goodbye at the door when the sun rose, and then Dad healed the villagers who were injured by accident, and you went out fishing, and took Adenus with you. I cleaned up the house with my mother, washed your clothes, and along the way I was lucky enough to pick a bouquet of wild flowers, a basket of wild fruits as a gift for you and Adernus, no fighting, no killing, just you and me and our children, yes, I just wanted so much, not everything I have now. Tenaia looked up at Luga, tears streaming down her cheeks.

"But we can't go back." Luga sighed softly, his neck stiffened like a puppet and shook his head, then he put down the knife he had used to trim the branches and leaves, and walked over to sit beside Tenaia.

"Enough, you are now Augusta, a noble woman, a noble daughter from a lowly land, and your eyes flow from gold than the most precious gem ever unearthed in Nannumida." Luga whispered comfortingly, reaching out and gently wiping away the tears that were running from Tenaia's face with her thumb.

A hint of surprise flashed across Tenea's face, but she quickly regained her composure, as if Luga's comfort had given her courage again.

Before this, God knows what kind of grievances she has suffered, and she will finally vent it here.

Whether it's a quarrel or a cold war, this is not a reason to lose confidence in your future life, because there will always be someone who will be open and honest with each other, and even the worst person will have a confidant.

"I'm sorry..."Tenaia looked at Luga, tears flowed out of her eyes again, she also laughed out loud, and said with self-reproach: "Look at me, what a selfishness, it's hard to be reunited, and after so long, this is God who has mercy on me, and I don't cherish it." Why do you think a woman like me can get your noble love? ”

Luga didn't say a word, took Tenaia into his arms, and hugged him tightly, "Tenaia, my love, this world is very chaotic, even such a huge country is in extreme turmoil, not to mention the small family that is difficult to protect itself. Tenaia, I must correct you, I am very guilty of your father's death, the impact on me is too great, I understand that you can't do anything from being lowly, yes, you can't even protect your loved ones, then there is really no point in living. While many of these choices may have been selfish, I have made the best possible guarantees that we will all survive this catastrophe. ”

Tenaia was silent, obviously she was persuaded by Luga, at least now, she still understood something, she probably knew something Lujia didn't know, as if they had some communication before Liu Ender came here.

The two of them hugged each other tightly, Luga put her right hand around Tenaiya's waist and her left hand kept caressing her wheat-yellow hair as comfort.

"Tenea, tell me if someone is bullying you."

Tenaia didn't answer, but Luga was able to guess a rough idea.

After all, Tenaia was a commoner woman, and it was very common for her to be marginalized or even unpopular in the social circles of the aristocracy. After all, among this group of famous and well-known aristocrats, no one is willing to accept and like a half-way nouveau riche.

Tenaia only has Luga's backer, although it is enough, but relying on Tenaia's current introverted personality will cause some people to bully her more unscrupulously.

Tenaia didn't say anything in the end, even if it was Luga's repeated questioning, she was afraid, so she refused to speak, and Luga could understand that after all, she was Tenaia's only umbrella.

The brief meeting ended hastily, and Luga took Tenaia and her son back to the side palace, and Luga promised Tenaia that she would prepare a room for Tenaia in the main palace, but Tenaia refused.

Her attitude was so firm that she didn't even give Luga any chance to explain, perhaps she had made up her mind and had nothing to persuade her.

On the way back, Luga thought more and more about the problem at hand, and felt more and more that he had to take his own hands on the current problem, after all, it was his own idea to marry the two Augustas, and Tenaia should not be a victim of this matter.

"Go to Liekinia's bedchamber." Luga beckoned to the coachman and was escorted by the guards to the door of Licinia's house.

The maid who had come out to greet her hurriedly stopped at the door and saluted Luga's carriage, and Luga was already eager to find Liquinia to make it clear.

He walked in a rage, and the maids along the way hurriedly hid aside, for fear of angering Augustus.

Luga made his way to the door of Licina's room unhindered, and pushed the door open without waiting for the maid to reach out to stop him.

"Click!"

The wooden door slammed against the wall and let out a long wail, which frightened the maids who surrounded him with a soft sigh. Luga strode in, only to see Licinia sitting at the head of the bed, holding the hand of an elderly maid as if discussing something.

The old maid, Luga, recognized at a glance that it was the woman who had come to ask Luga to meet Licinia at every banquet in Rome and Ravenna, because this woman Luga was even a little afraid of the banquet.

"Likenia, I think we'll have to talk about it now." Luga looked left and right, and when he was sure that there was no one else, he snapped at Licinia that now was not the time to blame the old woman.

From his tone, it could be heard that he was very dissatisfied at this time, at least to Licina, before this Luga had lost his temper with her more than once, but Licinia was always able to choose to forgive Luga after a quarrel, of course, such forgiveness has a price.

Seeing that Luga came in angrily, it was naturally nothing good, and she whispered something to the old maid, who nodded, then got up and saluted Luga, and then left the house.

"I knew you were coming!" Lickinia glanced at Luga, snorted coldly, then got up from the bed, sat down at the table opposite Luga, and quickly took a silver cup in both hands, and filled it with wine.

Everything seemed so natural, and Likinia was not affected by Luga's angry appearance at all, compared to him, Likinia seemed calm and unafraid of any anger at all.

"Heh, you're used to arguing with me." Luga's eyes were fixed on Licina, but Licinia did not raise her head to look directly at Luga's almost judgmental gaze, "I can be patient and kind to any foreign envoy or courtier, but I don't know why, you can always provoke my anger." ”

"I don't want to argue with you, Caesar." Leekinia slowly placed the silver cup in front of Luga, and said unhurriedly: "Tell me, because of some gossip." ”

……

Now in the first year since the crushing defeat at the Battle of Chalon, Attila was constantly reminded in his palace in Pannonia that he could not forget this shame.

In the middle of the night, Attila woke up again from a dream, and he sat up sharply, wiped the cold sweat from his forehead, and looked left and right through the faint light of the fire.

Beside them lay sleeping women, naked under the Scythian cloth and snoring slightly, they lay on the wide big bed with a lot of manners, a bunch of vanilla beauties, probably no desire after playing, Attila looked at their flesh with cold eyes.