"Who could be worse than Nero? And what could be better than the hot tubs that Nero built? —Poet Matthiar

——————————————————

"What are you doing in my husband's courtyard! Don't you feel unlucky! At this moment, at the arch of the antechamber, a calm and cold voice sounded, and everyone wiped away their tears and looked there, but saw a woman in her early twenties with pale yellow hair combed into a bun, covered with a cloak with strange patterns, standing there, clearly standing there, without the cowardice of a guest, just as she had just spoken, this seemed to be her territory, next to a high-ranking slave with a dark skin and a nameplate, with a few coachmen and an attendant carrying luggage.

"Excuse me," asked Portia.

"The mistress here, the wife of Lybidaeus." After Yulia finished speaking, she walked in, she didn't want to explain too much, she came from Sardinia at this time, not to fight with Li Bida's women who "love each other to death and alive in legends" (she didn't know any of them anyway, and didn't care too much), but in the correspondence with Li Bida last month, Li Bida complained, "All my money is invested in Ptolemy now, but I am stupid, I forgot that it takes a lot of money to unclog the joints, probably a few million Cesses." ”

Originally, this was just Li Bida's unintentional complaint, but Yulia immediately called Habaruka, "Your male master (Yulia usually taboos to mention the title of Li Bidaus's wife, and she doesn't admit it in front of her subordinates, so she just uses the male owner as a substitute) is in trouble and sells the Ophilenu Manor!" ”

These words almost scared Habaruka to death. You must know that the road is in such a difficult realm before. The hostess was also never willing to sell the ancestral estate. And now she did what she said, without any hesitation.

Ophelenu, who had managed well for the past few years, soon sold it for forty-five Talants, and Yulia quickly gathered all the money, and then packed up a few pieces of clothing, and took away the family tokens, and dismissed all the servants and peasants, taking with him Habaruka and a few porters. Straight to the city of Rome.

"Mistress, what are you doing towards the city of Rome?"

"This money is not enough, sell your man's property in the city, and send it away."

"But, it's not very convenient, the man may not agree."

"I am his wife, and what is mine is his, and what is his."

As a result, he was just about to come to Appilon to change hands on the property, but who would have thought to see this scene, Yulia saw that there was a good guy: a wild beauty with black hair and a plump body. A dignified young Roman lady with a gentle body and a young but bewitching little girl. I couldn't help but frown at the private life of the bastard Lybidaeus. I don't know what this group of people are crying about, but when they walked in, they snatched Akuta with their hands.

After looking at it for a while, he said, "You're crying about it?" ”

Seeing that everyone didn't answer, Yulia raised her voice, "What is there to cry about!?" Immediately my husband's woman, with me, took the children to meet my husband in Besançon, and if he was still alive, gave him the proceeds of the auction of these estates, and continued the business of the Roman man; If he dies, I will take his body away and bury him in the family cemetery of Sardinia, and then he will raise him if he has children. Don't cry. ”

Somehow, Yulia's words seemed to be very intimidating, and everyone stopped crying as if they had found the backbone, and then Yulia asked my husband's woman, just the three of you? Pothea and Cleopatra hurriedly waved their hands, and then Yulia nodded, and said That's right, now I have to sell all my husband's property, your name is Porty, take you and my husband's children, first rent an apartment to live, I will take the money on my body to hire a sword slave and a sedan chair, and in three days I will set off with you, and my slave Habaruka will stay here to take care of everything, and then bring the money from the sale of the property to keep up.

"But wait, this is my friend Potty's house!" Portia was a little anxious.

"But I am the wife of Lypidaus! Also, this situation inside Akuta is not necessarily true. Yulia's tone was particularly tough, and then threw Akuta to the ground dismissively, "My grandfather and father both served in the legion, and the Romans will find a lot of excuses to go to war with the enemy, since my husband is with Caesar, Caesar is fine, and my husband will be fine." After speaking, she stretched out her hands from her cloak, with an expression of "what else is going on", and then paused for three seconds and said, "It's nothing, don't be stunned, and move." ”

"This is Li Pida's wife," said Cleopatra, who was beside her.

"Who are you?"

"My father is Pharaoh Ptolemy."

"Very well, I have come to Gaul for the sake of your father's cause, and you have allocated me two hundred and fifty hundred Talents from the funds that my husband has given to your father."

"But yes, yes." Instinctively, Cleopatra felt that the young woman opposite her would not be to be messed with, so she smiled flatteringly and raised her hands in agreement.

After about three days, Yulia asked the little pigeon Paruma, through his father-in-law Hebrida and the gladiator Opric, to collect a group of veterans and sword slaves to act as bodyguards, carrying himself and Porti on the two sedan chairs, and walked on the Emilian Avenue to Gaul.

Thirteen-year-old Paluma, also wearing a dagger, stood in front of Yulia's chariot and asked, "I'm going to see my adoptive father too, do you think I'm too young?" ”

"No, if you want to, you'll follow." Yulia said to the little pigeon with a blank face.

In addition, Yulia also told Poti that after giving my husband the money, we would spend a little money to find a camp apartment in Milan and even in Besançon, "Woman, can you endure this kind of suffering?" The facilities there are no better than those of the city of Rome. ”

"No, no, I'm happy to do it." Porti spoke very carefully, she understood that this strong, cold Yulia could be regarded as her housewife in name, so she must not say the full line of "I can rely on my man, I am willing".

And Yulia seemed to see through it, and said lightly It doesn't matter, you keep your special relationship with my husband unchanged, and I won't embarrass anyone, but remember that the greatest glory of a Roman woman is to assist men in their deeds, and to magnify their own family, and I hope you can remember this, "If my husband thinks that it is good to be majestic with you on the bed." ”

In addition to nodding his head repeatedly, Porti really didn't know what to say. (To be continued......)