Potty relented, and said, "Yes, Calabis is my man, the man who has protected me with his sword and fist, and he has coaxed me to say that I have come with him with a dowry. Then Potty smiled, "But I know, needless to say, I will not be his wife after all, men in this city can be citizens, knights, nobles, but women can never, as long as I can be by his stove, prepare meals for him, and nurse children." I don't have any blood, wealth, or wisdom, it's time to accept fate with peace of mind, as my man said, sometimes it takes more courage to accept fate than to resist it. ”

"What kind of destiny do you need?" When Calabis stood at the door of the study panting and red-eyed, everyone present was taken aback, especially Printhia, who was so frightened that the wine glass in her hand almost fell to the ground.

"Calabis, it was Caesar who secretly told you the whereabouts of this woman, right? Then I can tell you now that you must marry Yulia of Sardinia, and then continue to be loyal to me and my sons, Pompey's sons are very good, and I need to continue to fight against his family after thirty years, and I can't do without your Liliang, and according to Richlia, you and Yulia have a fateful connection, right? Crassus's words were almost imperative, and he pointed to Principia.

Principia regained a little courage to speak, and suggested to Calabis: "Actually, there is a very good compromise, which is good for you and good for Porti. That is between you and Porty, set up a charter contract. ”

"Oh, I'm curious. What do you mean by charter agreement? Calabis grinned like a wolf. Said in a deep voice.

"In our line of work. There is often this kind of contract, which can reasonably solve the identity of Potty, that is, you can rent her for as many years as you want, and you can set the right days every month for her to come to your house, and you can provide you with any service, bed, stove, child feeding. For the rest of the days you will put her in another apartment or villa, and you will not be short of the money in Calabis anyway. Anyway, Yulia is a Roman woman, and the marriage relationship is much more important to her than the pillow relationship, and she can fully tolerate Potty and the child, and she will not mind. ”

At this moment, Potty hid his face and cried bitterly, "I can do whatever I want, but I really don't want to accept this contract!" It is tarnishing my love for Calabis, and my love for children. ”

Printhia shouted impatiently, "Stupid woman. This contract was only a façade, and Roman women cared about it. They may not have sex with their husbands once a year, but they still claim that the relationship between husband and wife is harmonious and sweet. Then Calabis stepped forward and said to Printhia: "This charter is for prostitutes, prostitutes like you. ”

The other party's originally radiant face began to distort, "You speak carefully, don't forget, your left ear also has a hole." ”

"That's good, I decided to let Porti charter me, anyway, in your eyes, I'm no different from the male and female branches." Calabis replied calmly, and then took Potty's hand and walked out of the study.

Crassus thundered angrily, "I tell you a custom, that is, before the legion goes on an expedition, the appointed lieutenant general or military tribune must take an oath in front of the altar and the procurator in the Champ de Mars. Nor could Caesar accept a lieutenant who had not sworn an oath to Mars to command his soldiers. Come to think of it, there's nothing wrong with my suggestion, or Príncipia's suggestion, you're too young after all? Or am I misreading you? ”

When he felt the momentary hesitation of Calabis, Porti hurriedly grabbed him, and the two stood in place, feeling a sincere sense of helplessness, when the tuna walked in, "Calabis my son, you just behaved a little out of shape. Then he smiled gracefully, parted Porty's hand from that of Calabis, took the woman very politely, and then pointed to Calabis, and said to Potty, "Look at him, how young and handsome, and how close and beautiful this knight's cloak is." At this banquet tonight, almost all the Roman dignitaries knew that he was the adopted son of Marcus and me, and that I had given him a portion of his possessions, and that his future was limitless. Dear Potty, you and I are in the same situation, we are not able to stand on the stage of the theater, but we can all be behind the scenes, silently give the greatest support to this young man - do not let his light wings be tainted with heavy concerns. Then he gently kissed Porti on the cheek, "No one can force you to do anything, you and my son have plenty of time to think about it." I just hope that in the future when you see a play in the amphitheater, Calabis will sit in the first fourteen rows, with your children, and I believe that even then you will be happy when you sit in the back seat, looking at their backs. ”

"Yes." Softly but resolutely, Poti said, "I am the woman of Calabis because I am willing to make sacrifices for him!" ”

A few days later, Poti and the children moved out of the Joccola apartment and went to Apilon, and in the streets paved with gravel and mosaics, the little pigeon stood with Van Lenjuna and looked at Calabis with incomprehensible eyes, "You weishenme are not willing to help Potty?" ”

"Because I'm just a stubborn fool." Without saying much, Calabis took the Parthian mare "Owl" (a mule in honor of the one who died in Asia Minor) that Adiana had given him, and walked alone through a densely smoky street, with the little pigeon and Van Lunjuna following him, "But Calabis you always have a way, always." ”

"Don't bother me, you two should be in school right now." Calabis led his horse aimlessly towards the Champ de Mars.

"Our teacher was stormed in class yesterday by a nobleman who seduced and raped the nobleman's daughter."

"Now you should know that the city of Rome is a dangerous place everywhere, were you there when that guy was castrated?"

"Of course he was there, he should be glad that Fan Lunjuna and I didn't skip school yesterday, we picked up his words, hoping that Timosius could pick them up, he kept screaming when he entered the clinic, and I took out the coins in his hanging bag to pay the medical fee."

"Well done, son."

In the evening fireworks at the altar, Calabis squinted and saw Caesar, dressed in robes, waving to him on the steps of the Temple of Love. He gave the two children ten silver coins, "Take it, don't go to Subura, don't go to brothels or gambling houses, buy some rotten apples and go to the racetrack, and throw them at the same bad drivers." After giving the instructions, he sent the two little ones away. (To be continued......)