"Thank God it's in ruins." -- Dickens's words when he saw the Colosseum

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"It's worth six million Sethres, that's a lot of money, and it's a shame that he can do it." When Caesar left, many of the senators spoke with a mixture of disdain and envy.

Cicero walked out slowly and playfully, "It's a lot more money than you know, because there's a 'third' out there that hasn't been spent!" When they heard this, the senators who knew each other burst into laughter.

Brutus, who was still hesitating on the steps, turned red, for Cicero had just used a homophonic pun, and the words "third stroke" were pronounced the same as "trentchia" in Latin, and the latter happened to be Seville's daughter and really Brutus's sister. At this moment, another senator named Luga also came over and patted Brutus on the back and said, "Don't worry, my lovely Marcus, although Caesar has taken a fancy to your sister and can enjoy the blessings of a beautiful mother and daughter, this at least proves that you are not from Caesar, after all, he is not the former Catiline, and can violate his own daughter." ”

Brutus was furious, and with his backhand on Luga's shoulder, he swung his old fist at him, and with a few punches he knocked Luga's nose to the point of a splatter, and the emaciated philosopher almost turned into a beast, and the synagogue became a gladiatorial arena, and he roared and cursed, and continued to hold Luga's head, tearing his hair and clothes, and slamming his head against the pillars. At this moment, the rest of the elders who were in the same breath as Luga immediately waved their hands. Able-bodied servants standing outside the synagogue. Rush up immediately. Brutus pulled away and pushed him under the bust of Julia, his fists and feet raining down, and the bruised and swollen Brutus curled up with his head in his hands, dodging the beatings, but still refusing to beg for mercy, but let out a dull beast-like wail, continuously. It's scary.

"Enough, what are you doing!" Cicero was behind him, intimidating everyone, "If Cato were still alive, would he turn the sacred temple into a bull market for street fighting?" ”

Luga then announced that he had stopped, he shook his robe, wiped the blood from the corners of his mouth and nostrils, pointed at Brutus and scolded, "Fuck off, you don't deserve to stand in this hall and say anything." As we all know, you are the bastard son of the 'Bithynian kiln sister', and you have followed the same path as the bald man back then. It's all by walking the sand road of the moon gate. ”

Without looking back, Brutus stood up with the statue, his robe torn to his feet, and then walked slowly out of the synagogue, and out into the street in full view of the crowd, where flocks of white geese and chickens passed by his bare calves. Cassiyo hurried from the other end of the Grand Plaza, "What's wrong with you, Marcus! ”

But Brutus simply pushed him away and continued to stubbornly move on, and Cassiyo gave him a close chase, grabbing the other man's arm and asking why.

"My friend, will you marry my sister Trenchia? Now, immediately. Brutus looked back with some misery. Cassiio was stunned, and then he stepped forward, leaned against Brutus, and said, Of course it is my honor, and now many despicable people in the city of Rome say that Lingtang sold his daughter to Caesar, but I am still willing to marry her, if this proves our friendship side by side.

On the other side, Cicero also walked slowly across from him, he looked at the young man who was supporting each other, sighed and said, "I don't know what you think about being in Caesar's camp now, but for the sake of the Republic, don't do anything dangerous. ”

"Are there any other voices now within the borders of Rome? My orator, Caesar will not stop there, he will gradually abolish the Senate, abolish the Tebris, cancel the Council of Hundreds, and sooner or later when he is appointed to the office, he will only say to the slaves that I want him to do this, and then naturally someone will send the robe and seal to that person, and the other party will be a bare-ass butcher a day ago, or a good man who has been smeared with grease, and Caesar will promote the lowly of his comrades? The present Chief Executive Yuan was not a foreign slave, a penniless speculator, or a political broker, but now, above ten thousand people under one person, the senators have to rely on this man's snort, because Caesar famously said, 'Even if robbers and thieves have protected my honor, I will repay him with the same high position'. Cassiio retorted to Cicero.

But Brutus did not allow his friend to go any further, and only admonished Cassius that the eloquent man had long since been a passer-by with us, and had parted ways in the city of Ephesus, and had nothing to do with it again, but I still thought that he was an upright old man who did not have the courage to kill a tyrant, and that he should not be condemned for it.

But Cicero only smiled wryly, and he pulled up the corner of his toga robe on his left shoulder, and replied, "The last time I went out to stay in Brindisi, and then I came back, it was already equivalent to a sentence of death." Caesar wrote privately to me, in the form of a boastful accusation that he was devoted to force, and to culture, and to the expansion of the Roman Empire, which was tantamount to a secret warning to me not to engage in any activity against him. I now write poetry, teach rhetoric, reform Latin grammar, I can write five hundred lines of poetry in one night, and I finally live the life of a reclusive poet. ”

At this moment, a group of thugs and gladiators came up in the street, they were violent, the three of them hurriedly dodged on the side of the street, and the rest of the people and men were so frightened that they cowered on the arcade under the arcade, and the gang walked to the semi-circular theater built by Pompey before his death, and then the leader shouted, Pompey had died in Africa as a national thief, and his bust in front of the theater should not exist here, and they picked up the hammer and were about to smash the sculpture to pieces.

At this very moment, two tribunes, Panza and Hezius, who were also Caesar's confidants, appeared in front of the theater in time with their attendants, and stopped them with righteous words, asking what was the intention of doing this?

Upon learning of the situation, Pansa deliberately raised his voice and said, "You must all remember that this is Julius, the father of the new Roman state, the god of Venus, and the invincible commander. Caesar's latest edict - although Pompey died, his deeds for the Republic could not be erased, and any sculptures and pillars of honor in Rome could not be destroyed, and those who violated them were punished with capital punishment! ”

While the people were still gossiping, the "thugs" were all ashamed, hanging their heads and retreating to the side, and at this time Cicero did not look like an old man in a sixtieth century, but quickly pushed through the crowd, and shouted to everyone in a very exaggerated chanting tone: "Caesar, great Caesar!" His benevolent and righteous deeds not only preserved the statue of the dead Pompey, but also erected a more majestic monument to himself in our hearts. ”

Immediately the crowd began to cheer heartily, and Brutus looked at the scene, muttered to himself that they were all crazy, that Rome was finished, and then slowly walked towards his house in the dust and mist. (To be continued......)