The farce soon ended, and the mob left faster than they had gathered, and the artisans and townspeople scattered in all directions, each busy. Cicero was left still speaking hoarsely, struggling to make all kinds of gestures in the air, and then he looked around, insisted on finishing all the verses, also lowered the corners of his robe, slumped his shoulders, and walked slowly in the direction of the arena of Flaminius, because it was time for him to go there to exercise, boxing, horseback riding, Cicero was very weak in the early years, so he became particularly focused on strengthening his physique in the stadium, and for twenty years he was rain or shine.

As a result, at the flower market outside the arena, he meets his ex-wife Lenchate and his current husband, Celeste.

Celeste, who was originally Caesar's commander of the Eleventh Legion and a skilled historian, is said to have been working on a book of Catiline's conspiracy, which contains many contents that must involve Cicero, and of course, more importantly, Celeste, who was born in the knightly class like Cicero, even though he did not perform well on the battlefield (in the Greek Battle of Coculla, his legion was the first to collapse and flee), he still interfered in the logistics of Caesar's army. This alone allowed him to make a huge profit of tens of millions of Cestrius, and he paid Caesar a bribe of 1,200,000 of them to obtain the appointment of the "envoy of state" to the wartime province of Numidia the following year, which was in fact the viceroy, but in order to distinguish it from other ordinary provinces, Caesar was also the governor of all the wartime provinces, and named the bureaucrats he sent.

In any case, when Celeste returns, he will at least be able to earn tens of millions of Seth Retreats again. So he was proud of the spring breeze. Offered to step forward and salute Cicero. And humbly asked Cicero for advice on the details of the Catiline conspiracy upon his return to Rome.

Cicero nodded, and then he said, "Why don't you take advantage of your term in Numidia to start writing a book about the other side?" ”

"Yes, you reminded me that I actually wanted to write about sixty years ago. In the history books of the Jugurdah War here, I learned that many of the people who witnessed the war there are still alive. With that, Celeste politely glanced at both Cicero and Lenchate, motioned for them to talk, and went into the arcade shop next to him.

"Is Tulia alright?" Instead of looking at the old man with the scar on the bridge of his nose across from him, Lenzart pulled down his shawl and asked about himself and his only daughter.

"Very well, I have already managed her second marriage, and the man she married has good character and assets, and she is now pregnant. She is waiting to give birth at her husband's house. Cicero said, and then said with some sourness. Now the man you are looking for is also good, so that your makeup box should not be in danger, if the makeup box can be opened, the woman's mouth can be closed. ”

This is Cicero's character, as an intellectual, he has always been acrimonious, and the ridicule just now was completely unintentional, but Renchart was furious, and she pointed at her ex-husband and reprimanded, "Why do you say that you are so noble?" Your slave Tyro has already told me in private the story of your present marriage, that the greatest orator of Rome, in order to covet the dowry of the other party to pay off his debts, first became the guardian of the girl, and then took possession of her and swallowed her property, remember—retribution will come back to you. With that, Lenchart spat at Cicero, slammed into him without mercy, and walked away.

Being so ridiculed by his ex-wife, Cicero could only shake his head bitterly, and walked to the edge of the magnificent arena, at this time he suddenly heard a particularly familiar voice, and when he turned his head to look, it was a group of teenagers greeting him, the leader was full of pale yellow hair, relatively thin, with a lot of freckles on his face, and his eyebrows were quite light, but the expression on his face was very respectful.

Cicero instantly remembered that it was after the previous murder of Claudius, and he was hesitant to defend the murderer Triari, who was in the courtyard wall of his house, and spoke out to encourage him.

"What's your name, kid?"

"My name is Turinus, and I am a descendant of the Octavian family." The boy replied, but Cicero also understood that Caesar was his uncle.

Then, Cicero looked back and saw that Turinus was followed by several children, both male and female, among whom was a man with thick black hair and a handsome eyebrow, and Cicero felt very familiar, shouldn't this be the son of Lybidaeus? The eyebrows and eyes look particularly similar. At Leo's side, with brown hair and light blue eyes, she was supposed to be Turinus's sister, because she looked like her mother Attia; Later, a slightly brown-skinned but extraordinarily generous child, with a silver collar around his neck and a kingly garment, was the son of King Juba, who had been "captured" here; Then there are two girls who look younger in age, the wheat-colored skin on the left, the eyebrows are amazingly beautiful, the eyes are innocent, the skin on the right is as fair as ivory, and she is also a pretty girl with black eyes, and her facial features are very similar to Li Bida, and her demeanor is always with a touch of arrogance, far less modest than her brother. On the left is Caesar's confidant, Vivia, the daughter of this year's consul Barsatus, and on the right is Corinna, the daughter of Lypida.

Later, when Cicero saw the horsewhip in his hand in Turinus, he was even more excited that he wanted to cry, because he had always had a very secret dream, which he had never told anyone, but he firmly believed in the prophetic nature of this dream, because his family's dreams had always been very spiritual, and when his mother was pregnant with him, he dreamed that her son would become the greatest man of his time. Cicero once dreamed:

In the sea of clouds and on the top of the floor, in the temple of Heavenly Father Jupiter, there were many young people lined up to be summoned and reviewed by Heavenly Father one by one, and one by one they walked under Jupiter's throne, and the young men who had not received the order to stay had expressions of extreme disappointment on their faces. Eventually, one of the children was saved by Jupiter, and the Father gave him a whip for a horse, and the child slid down the whip from the sky to the earth.

"I remember the appearance of this young man very clearly, yes, it is this Turinus - is he really the one who ended the troubled times? That's right! Cicero's eyes sparkled at the thought of this, and he grabbed Turinus' shoulder, gave him a few real squees, and after exhorting him, he was to take full charge of his studies.

Then, Cicero walked to his house in a better mood than ever, like a businessman who had received a huge order, and his previous depression was swept away.

Turinus looked at the back of the respectful old man with a sense of wonder, and Corinna, who was behind her, urged everyone to enter the arena and watch the equestrian performance of the racing driver Euloche, otherwise they would not find a seat with a parasol.

"Well, Leo, I'll give you back this whip, we won't need it today, just watch the show." As he spoke, Turinus returned the whip in his hand to its rightful owner. (To be continued......)