To each his own, Pompey killed Vittias to cover up his embarrassment, while Caesar was the one who directly ordered it, because he wanted to protect Brutus, who was deemed to have come out, and Libida, he also had to use the corpse of Vitias, and the writing board that the corpse was holding was Caesar's acquiescence to "If you take revenge in private, I will not interfere too much".

Li Bida's heart was not so big, he didn't write the names of Cato and Cicero on the clipboard, which would only make the situation more and more troublesome, so the clipboard only used the blood of Vitias with the words "The Commander Behind the Scenes, Princeia".

About half a market day later, such news spread throughout the city of Rome, Princia's lips were constantly trembling for the past few days, she seemed to be infected with a cold, restless, her body and forehead were hot and cold, I heard that the court was also preparing to summon her, no, this was the revenge of that Li Bida, sure enough, he knelt down on the construction site of the Grand Theater that day, it was a trick to paralyze himself and Pompey, he had already known and induced the Alessandra appeal team to go to the sheepfold and the main square, and instructed his men to assassinate the chief representative of the appeal team in public, Dio, to create an explosive effect, so the assassination of Vittias at the same time, in desperation, did not make the "headlines" at all, but made Pompey angry.

Now I don't know what kind of agreement Li Bida secretly reached with Pompey, but the only thing that Printhia can understand is that Li Bida's knees will not stick to the dirt in vain, as evidenced by his hands and feet on the corpse of Vitias, biting himself back, and his attack will never end here.

So, in a panic, Princia drove the palanquin man to the house of Demetrius on Palatine Hill. She searched for Pompey throughout the city of Rome. There is no sign of this great general in the Alba villa. Her state of mind became more and more anxious, and when the chariot was laid down in the courtyard of Demetrius, the Jewish with a polite smile on his face politely kissed Principia's slender finger and asked why she had come to her humble house.

Knowing that the cunning Jew was absolving himself of responsibility, Printhia begged him for protection, or General Pompey's, and Demetrius smacked his lips in embarrassment, saying that General Pompey had been assassinated earlier. Stimulated a little, he is now recuperating in the distant Bay of Naples.

"That's a few hundred stadia away, and I have a separate villa there." Printhia said hurriedly.

"I'm afraid it's not appropriate for you to pay a visit to the general now, because he is now in love with Julia, the beloved daughter of His Excellency Caesar, the consul, and now Julia is by his side, and I don't want someone like you to appear I understand your distress, but I still ask you to leave the city of Rome for the time being, and avoid this limelight." That's what the Jews suggested.

"But as soon as I escape, my heart will be empty! Listen, what are you so angry. You probably don't know my energy yet, in case the court summons me. If Li Bida sues me, I will clearly and clearly explain our conspiracy."

Demetrius cried out impatiently, "If you are confident that you can shake the three-headed monster, then come, Cato and Cicero and Byblos can't do it." Princia, you are just an old bustard who works as a courtesan and a pimp to extract some second- and third-rate political intelligence, don't take yourself too seriously—I don't want your beautiful corpse to lie in a canal full of garbage and bedbugs, knowing that the Temple of Jupiter and the Rock of Talpeia (the high rock used for execution in Rome, from which the tribune had the right to push criminals to their deaths) are only half a stadia. As he spoke, the Jew made a "very close, very close" gesture with his thumb and fingers.

"But you have to help me, you have to know that I was framed for the sake of General Pompey!" Principia lost her composure and screamed as she pulled at the corner of Demetrius' coat.

Seeing such a state of affairs, a woman who usually considered herself to be in the social circles of Rome was so low-voiced, Demetrius put other things aside for the time being, and malicious and obscene thoughts surged in his heart, and he raised his fingers again, and said, "You can help, but although I am only a slave, I am not lacking in money, mansions, and power, and I really don't know what you can do to respect the beautiful lady." ”

Although the courtesan queen has not been in the leather business for a long time, she still roughly understands the meaning of the Jew's words - this handsome bastard who secretly sells the moon labor, probably only by himself can he get spiritual pleasure and satisfaction - this kind of low-born slave nouveau riche never looks at the other party's beauty in this regard, and they always take pleasure in trampling on all the women who are higher than him before.

So Princia laughed, took Demetrius by the hand, and went under the round dome with the dense vines, where there was a cool pool of water, and a round couch in the soft style of the Red Sea, where Princia walked to the corner, grasped a cylinder with both hands, and then lifted the long skirt, revealing her smooth buttocks, which were still well maintained, and then spread her legs, signaling that Demetrius could enter as soon as possible.

Who would have thought that the Jew would brush his hair very comfortably, pick up a glass of high-end wine from the small table, and then sit on the couch, and look at Principia with a smile in the most humiliating posture, half-naked, and make the other party feel very stunned, do you want me to straddle him on the couch? It turns out that this product is good for this mouthful. Just as Printhia was about to implement the active pose, Demetrius made a move:

From the edge of the garden came a few low-class, dark-skinned slaves, all bought from Abynesia, who were engaged in the most clumsy manual work in the house of Demetrius, "one by one" was Demetrius' order.

After a while, Printhia screamed like a bitch beaten with a big stick, these black slave guys were not at all the "sword fighting" that the Romans often say, but the real "Pirum heavy javelin", her soft and somewhat falling lower abdomen swelled violently, wave after wave, stinging sweat continued to drip from her face and neck, she cursed in her heart this perverted madman, the Jewish "little man", the other party was taking off his pants, sitting on the couch, while watching the black slave and her copulation excitedly, while frantically struggling!

About evening, Principia, who was disheveled, walked out of Demetrius's house with unnatural steps after "wheeling" with three black slaves, and later got the help of the sedan chair man, so she endured the pain and climbed up the sedan chair, and she could only lie on her side with her legs bent when she went up, and kept moaning, and the sedan chair man and the handmaid, who were often insulted and mean by her on weekdays, understood what was going on, so they secretly refreshed in their hearts, and they were hugging the hostess's sedan chair, walking like flying! (To be continued......)