"Our house is as simple as our food!" - An Englishman who traveled to Paris, France, in the 18th century, was unimpressed by what he saw and ate

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Hearing a teenage girl say such words, Sabo's face flushed, feeling that he was greatly offended, so he pressed the edge of the table with both hands, and was about to get up to say goodbye, when the beautiful Neferdidi quickly took Sabo's arm with one hand, and said a very light Coptic language, although he didn't understand what the content was, Sabo knew that this was Nephdidi asking him to calm down, and then the girl calmly accompanied Sabo's side, with very slender brown fingers, stirring ice cubes and Egyptian ale beer for Sabo, Seeing her faint smile, Sabo sat down with a flushed face again.

"It's not a loss, my staff is still a virgin." Lybida smiled and took a sip of his drink, and said to Cleopatra, as if the Ptolemaic princess was old enough to make fun of these things.

On the beachhead of Aquileia, a legionary soldier cut the ropes on the stakes one by one with an axe, and amid the cheers, the Pharaoh's flagship, full of bright flags, slowly glided into the shallow sea, and the piper stood on the deck of the bow of the ship, waving to the Roman soldiers who were still lining up on the beachhead to pack their equipment.

"He's a vain, and I've heard that his will gave Egypt to the Republic." Behind Li Bida, who was also waving to the Pharaoh's flagship, standing under the flag, Cassiyo smiled gloomily. Said. "It's a pity. There are very few people in the whole republic who recognize the importance of Egypt, and we are fortunate to be among them, including Brutus. ”

"Passing through Thessaly, we'll have to stop in Thessaloniki for a while, where I'm going to have a friend join my army." Li Bida was reluctant to talk much about his position, because he was a difficult figure to figure out, and the position of his naval camp was completely separated from the 12th and 13th Army Corps, on a dangerous promontory. This clearly shows that he didn't treat Li Bida as a passer, so watching his soldiers, military slaves, pulling mules, horses, goats and other livestock, one after another boarded the simple single row of ships, and the sailors began to raise the sails embroidered with the cobra badge, Li Bida was a little faintly worried, and he was even afraid that this unusually pale guy would sink them all to the bottom of the sea at sea.

So, at this time, in Thessaloniki was waiting for his own (and almost two years) Marco. Anthony, he actually seems unusually kind!

Two incomplete regiments. Sure enough, in the mild winter of the Mediterranean, he first landed in Dikhachan by boat. It was there that Cassiyo had prepared to dispose of all the ships in his possession to the local merchants, but it is not known how much money they would receive in exchange, and then thousands of people, including all the sailors, trekked through the mountains of Thessaly, where most of the houses were cascading up the hillside, and even if there was a market, it was the kind of long strip-shaped houses of the ancient Greek style, and it was said that the inhabitants of the city could inform the neighbors of the whole street of certain things one by one by the window, the standard Greek village community style.

Ptolemy XII complained, probably because he had not been in majesty for a few days on the great and heroic flagship, and he could only sit in the sedan chair of the servant, and walk through the scattered countryside, quite a bit of loneliness that had once been difficult to navigate.

"Where is that beautiful and magnificent Ephesus, do you have to cross a large sea of sea?" And he kept asking behind the curtain.

But according to the commander's request, he had to go to the city of Thessaloniki first, when the heavily armed Roman soldiers set up camp on the plateau on the outskirts of the city, the whole city was in a panic, since the republic granted autonomy and freedom to all Greek cities to "help" them to liberate from the Macedonian crown, then this Roman general with this large number of soldiers, is it simply passing by, or is there something to do?

The elders, escorted by the city guards, arrived at the main gate of the plateau camp, where the spears of the guards were all tied with olive branches, and then they met the commander, who was having dinner, and asked them which province they belonged to, where they came from, and where they were going.

When confronted with this ultimate philosophical question, Li Bida could only answer: "I must keep your three questions secret, because I am just passing by here, looking for a person named Marco. Anthony's people. Well, if I'm not mistaken, he's a stout hooked nose, a woman-like, a great drinker, and maybe he's studied some philosophy in Greece now. ”

When they heard this, the elders of Thessaloniki widened their eyes and cried out, saying that the man who claimed to be the god of wine, Bacchus, was now in their city, and begged Lybita to take him away as soon as possible, for Antony had a nickname in the city, called "the plague of lewdness."

In a restaurant on the streets of Thessaloniki, a dark-skinned prostitute hung in the air, pressed against the wall by a big man, her legs wrapped around the waist and hips of the big man, pulling the tapestry hanging on the wall with a half-painful and half-crazy expression, shouting that I was going to crack, and she was trembling by the big man.

"Listen, my Bacchus, you can't do this, you can't do this, my lower abdomen is going to explode" The prostitute screamed with her hair and scratched at Anthony's back with her fingernails, Anthony laughed and carried her to the terrace with her bare ass.

Suddenly, the main door of the house was kicked open, and a drunken man with the smell of alcohol walked in and shouted to Anthony, "Hurry up, the creditor Xenophon and they have come up, and they have gone up the stairs!" Anthony hurriedly turned around, and carried the prostitute up and down, and ran to the drunk, and the drunkard hurriedly took two swords from the hook by the door, and threw one to Anthony, and the other was held by himself, and then there was a shout outside the door, and several fellows in Spartan coarse cloth blankets rushed in and fought with the drunk, and in the scream Anthony separated the prostitute from himself, and gently threw her on the bed, and leaned over to kiss her, and as a result, a debt collector roared, and Anthony was a sword, and he hurriedly dodged away, but his buttocks were still cut, and he cried out in pain.

The prostitute also screamed angrily, and took the clay pot beside the bed, and smashed the debt collector into pieces, but the other four or five all gathered around with their swords, and Anthony, holding his bleeding ass in one hand and the hilt of his sword in the other, shouted, and strode up the terrace, and jumped down from the eight Roman feet high arcade, the dust fluttered wantonly in the cold November sun, and the debt collectors all crowded on the terrace, looking at the naked Anthony, covering his ass with his hands, and running away to the boos of the onlookers, They all began to scold. (To be continued......)