When the whole city of Rome was jubilant, the villa in the suburbs of Prima was also brightly lit, the courtyard, garden, fish pond and study were all revitalized under the careful maintenance of Li Pida, gardeners, cooks, slaves, etc. were hired, Li Pida also decorated the room where Marcos was located, adding many novelties from Egypt and Anatolia, potted plants, antiques, knick-knacks, and all kinds of toys, plus the bed accompanied by Domus, so that Marcos was very happy, and he didn't think about going out all day, It was here that he spent his old age.

Now many of the knights, kulaks, and craftsmen whom Luculas had sheltered had returned to the courtyard, and stayed up all night to greet his new master, Lybidaeus, even though a few bakers came in the evening, with their hands full of the smell of oil, holding up rolls of orders, and respectfully begging Lybida, who was sitting in a circle chair, to let them go.

"Of course, Lucuras and Lybida are indispensable for the business of the United Family, and you are indispensable as a cornerstone." Li Bida was very polite, not only entertained these people to drink hot wine, relieved them of the fatigue of the day, but also said something to encourage them.

Then, when the bakers had withdrawn, Kelly, dressed in brand new clothes, stepped forward and reported to Li Bida that there were several gold and silver joiners who were outside asking for a meeting, and Li Bida shook his head and said that there were more important things and people waiting for me, and Kelly you should entertain them in the room over there instead of me, and remember to use good oysters, and give each of them a piece of good cloth dyed and woven with Cyrene, and do not neglect them.

Then, Li Bida crossed the two fish ponds and came to the square and relatively closed cloister. In Naplecia. With a few young men or teenagers stood there. Seeing Li Bida coming, Printhia hurriedly stepped forward humbly and kissed the back of his hand, the ring and the corner of his robe, "Don't be so polite, my most beautiful guest, let me see, let me see, the years have hardly left a mark on your face and skin." Li Bida responded absentmindedly. Then sat down on the seat, Printhia immediately took the wine glass, skillfully knelt aside, ready to serve him, but Li Bida shouted "It's better for Potty to be dear or you", so Potty came behind him, and Prinzia immediately changed to a flattering smile on her face, handed everything to Potty, and then stood aside with her hands down.

Li Bida took the drink and kissed Porti's arm. Then he saw a grown man with a tacky face and features that somewhat resembled those of Princia. Next to him was a teenager about the same age as Leo and Turinus, both of whom were at the forefront, both with nervous feelings.

"Is this Horace?" Li Bida asked softly, "You are his father, aren't you?" ”

Printhia and the middle-aged man hurriedly said yes, Li Bida understood that Printhia had accumulated a lot of wealth by running the Fengyue Field in Rome for so many years, and her younger brother, Horace's father, was a freed slave, and later made a fortune by acting as an auction house. Therefore, when little Horace was young, he could even go to Athens to study, and when he heard that Li Bida was about to become a dictator and go to Asia Minor to "seek the source of the Latin nation", Printhia keenly felt that this was an opportunity to keep the family business, or let little Horace climb to the knighthood or even the senator, so she took the whole family and asked Li Bida for protection.

"Very good, very good, Horace's studies and resume, I have already asked Tylagnon to study it in advance, it is perfect, you will go to the city of Athens immediately, where you are familiar, all the excavated artifacts and scrolls will be handed over to you to transcribe intensively." Li Bida agreed to this request very, very generously, and then he smiled and said to Princeia, "Horace will be left to me to cultivate, you have no need to worry, I will protect his glory and promotion." Also, beautiful woman, you should also use your richness and charm to serve the dictator, not against us, remember that you have already missed a position, luck and forgiveness, will not befall people again and again, don't you? ”

Printhia hurriedly knelt down again and kissed Lipida's knees and calves, of course she knew that Horace was in the hands of the other party, almost equivalent to a hostage, but in the cruel world of Rome, if they wanted to live, if they wanted to be glamorous, they had to pay an unknown price.

Next, Li Bida shouted to the poets behind him, "How, come and show your ability, my time is limited, this time everyone also understands, it is definitely a good opportunity for you to soar, Your Excellency Caesar's reward is extremely generous, as long as you participate, each person will enjoy a full Tallent allowance for a year, all meals and accommodation are all-inclusive, and after the book is formed in the future, each person will also be paid a large sum, and will be awarded the title of knight - you don't have to look for other patrons, At best, they'll just ask you to recite a yellow song at the banquet and then give you some leftovers to burn. ”

Hearing this, one of the thin, but comically looking young men came forward and introduced himself as Piatius, a famous street poet.

"What kind of street poet, just say that you write yellow tunes to make a living, so read your proud work to me." Li Bida is straightforward.

"I was appointed to supervise the study of the son of my master's house.

One night, when everyone went upstairs to sleep,

I went up to the boy and told him that if he promised to kiss me, I would give him a pigeon.

So the boy pretended to sleep, and I went and kissed him, and I gave him a pigeon;

The next day, I said again that if he promised to let me stroke, I would give him a,

When the boy heard this, he agreed, and then I gave him a;

On the third day I said that if he promised to let me have fun, I would give him a Macedonian pony.

The boy said yes again, but I couldn't get a pony as a gift;

On the fourth day, I went to the boy again, and he did not agree to let me get close, and threatened me to tell my father about the scandal, but I was hard at last, and then I was tired, and I fell asleep, but the boy woke me up and asked me if I wanted to do it again, and I said that I was tired of playing, and the boy woke me up again and asked me why I didn't come again.

So I became angry and yelled at him, 'If you don't let me sleep in peace, I'll tell your father about this ugly.'" ”

Piatius's playful poems made everyone present laugh happily, and even Li Bida clapped his palms in haha, and the poet was triumphant, bowing everywhere, and then Li Bida suddenly stopped laughing, and said:

"You're sarcastically mocking Caesar and me, aren't you?" (To be continued......)