"I forgot to talk to you about how His Excellency Caesar feels about you."

"Don't worry about baldness, he is too old, and I don't want to go to Gaul to find him. I need it now." The former mistress's words were wet and urgent.

"After a while you can go to Milan, where his governor's camp is there, and Sevilla can't run that far away." But at this time, Claudia was almost tearing Li Bida's defense. Her hands were stretched under her robe, and her eyes were still gurgling, "Actually, I am not like they slandered, there is an ice cube in the bed..."

Suddenly, another maid rushed in in time and shouted, "Cicero's house is surrounded by the people!"

At this moment, the two of them coughed twice in embarrassment. Claudia quickly retracted her couch and hurriedly picked up a wine glass in her hand. The red high-end Thasali wine flowed down her hands and sleeves unconsciously. Li Bida stood up and pretended to wander around, watching the murals and small decorations of the former mistress's mansion, and finally stared at the little gilded statue of the Oscar that he had given to the mistress before.

"Well, what did you say?" Claudia put the wine glass down again, and then she felt like she came to her senses and continued to ask the maid. Before the maid could answer, the noise and scolding outside the yard had already explained everything. Of course, the two of them had automatically ignored the induction because of excessive tension.

In the beautiful mansion under the poplar trees next to him, Cicero walked out with a pale expression. Through the hollowed-out flower wall, Claudia and Li Bida were surprised to see that Cicero was actually wearing dark clothes full of coarse cloth and patches. This was the mourning clothes of the Romans. This was the greatest orator wearing it, shouting quotations of confession in his mouth, begging for forgiveness from the people.

"Cicero, this idiot. He should have organized his supporters to keep the house in a good position and then seek Pompey's help. But now, I let Claudi organize the mob to attack him, just a tentative attack. Unexpectedly, this guy took the initiative to put on a mourning suit. Asking for forgiveness means guilty of admitting his mistake, which has no other effect than arousing the mob's fanaticism and victory." Li Bida's eyes turned around under the sparse shadow of the flower wall, and Claudiya next to him was happier than seeing the most exciting drama. She also waved to let Fulivia, who had been hiding at the end of the colonnade because she was afraid of coming over. "You used to be a noble lady, and you spent the first twenty years in the loom and boudoir. Today, you also want to see the power and magnificence of your husband, because you will sooner or later be the wife of the consul, and these scenes must be adapted as soon as possible."

But unexpectedly, Fulivia, who had a look of horror on her handsome face, was watching with relish after sticking to the flower wall for a while. She loudly mocked Cicero for being timid and afraid, saying that the other party was not like a man at all. A real man should take out a dagger to fight with others at any time like her husband.

Li Bida had no intention of listening to these two stupid girls talking and talking. He followed Cicero's trajectory and walked forward against the flower wall, then walked out of the door and ran down the Paladin Mountain, because he saw that Cicero was not stupid enough. He wore mourning clothes to relieve the attacks of the mobs and avoid being torn to pieces as soon as he came out. The pleasure of Claudia and Fulivia was proof that otherwise, as long as the sister and wife of the civil servants leaped onto the flower wall and encouraged them, Cicero would definitely be beaten up.

Then Cicero stumbled and ran down the mountain. Li Bida understood that he was heading towards the streets of Rome and seeking the help of his supporters. As long as Pompey could come forward in the end, everything would be fine.

The greatest eloquent in Rome, who was so messy, wearing mourning clothes, walked along the dirty puddles on the streets, walking on the streets one by one, with a shrill and solemn tone, "Help me, help me, I am the father of the nation you once respected!" Claudi's mob followed behind him, neither attacking him publicly nor letting him go, but constantly insulted, saying that he was the father of the nation, but just a broker who falsely accused people of crime. There were women and children smashing stones randomly. Cicero walked in front and followed them. Once some citizens who sympathized with Cicero came out and wanted to protect Cicero, they would be immediately intimidated or even beaten by the mob, and they would never be ruthless.

When Cicero walked to the side of the square, his best friend Etius came to the air, standing in front of the mob to defend Cicero, but several strong mobs rushed forward and pushed Etius to a corner of the street, slapped him violently, and tore off his robe, warning him not to meddle in other people's business. Most of the rest continued to chase Cicero out of the city, Etius was like leaves in the autumn wind, bleeding from his nostrils, and surrendered to the mobs who were holding his collar. The men knocked his head twice against the wall and let him go.

"Etius, Etius, my good friend Wow! Father, this is the darkest day in Rome." Cicero turned around, and said sadly to his friend who was lying under the wall with tears on his face, but the mob laughed loudly and continued to smash the stones at him. Cicero jumped awkwardly and timidly, but his ankle was still hit, and he could only walk out of Rome with tears and limping.

At this moment, he saw Etius in the distance struggle and made a special gesture to him.

It means, "From Rome according to the second path that was agreed upon."

Cicero lowered his head and walked aimlessly towards the unknown streets...

"You said Cicero was going to run away and leave the city of Rome?" Claudi, who was in charge of the goddess of virtue, heard Li Bida's words and said, "This is OK. Anyway, our purpose is not to expel him from Rome."

"It's not enough." Li Bida said seriously, "You must know that your sphere of power is only in Rome. Once Cicero runs out of Rome, he will receive support from people from other provinces over time. You must know that Cicero has always been favored by the rich knights of Campenia and Sicilian, so how long will he come back."

"You mean to let me issue a new decree?" Claudi understood it a little.

"Yes, the farther you drive Cicero away, the better, because everyone in Rome knows today that he is equivalent to pleading guilty. All we have to do is to completely destroy the reputation of the founding father." Li Bida said coldly, "Do not do it again and again.

At this time, Alba, Pompei was rafting on the lake with Julia. The young bride woven a ring full of branches and leaves, and put it on Pompei's head with a naughty smile. Pompei initially refused the child's trick awkwardly, and then he had to accept the idea of ​​a beautiful lover, so he had to accept it.

Demethlius was now calling their names on the lakeside, saying that Cicero had encountered an accident in the city of Rome.
Chapter completed!