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"I told my father that Anthony had a mysterious think tank behind him, who was responsible for raising the line." Leo said, "I remind my father to pay attention. In addition, I don't know where my father is now. I only know that he should be in the Etruscan to Liguria, which is also the most overlooked place in the Senate."

"I won't talk about this. Why did you go to Barcelona today and beg Vivia to marry Vivia? As far as I know, you were not particularly concerned about Vivia before, so why bother yourself?" Mesenas sat down, poured a glass of country wine with exquisite patterns, and then asked--of the four, he was the most pursuing luxury in life. He wore a cloak and armor worth 100,000 Seth's robe with thin Sidon fabric. Although he is just a cavalry captain now, the flags and utensils are first-class luxury goods.

However, Octavian and Leo neither accuse him of his character of life, because Mesenas was born like this, and it did not affect his ability or judgment at all, so this time was no exception - the subtext of Mesenas is very obvious. He was several years older than Leo, so of course he could see who Leo was in his heart. Now there is only Octavian himself who is still in the dark.

"My brother, I have nothing to hide from you. First of all, I didn't feel anything to surrender when I married Vivia. Vivia is a good woman, and I am not dissatisfied with anything, but there are too many unsatisfactory things in my life - for example, father. His favorite thing is not mama, nor Yulia mama - forget about it. I can only say that my brother Mesenas. Since I have put on a robe and put on the ring of Emilius, I will definitely be responsible for my choice."

After hearing this, Mesenas could only shrug his shoulders and then said to Leo, "Don't you have a glass?" Leo also smiled, took the wine cup, and said that he could only taste a little, because drinking is a very destructive mind.

"I really believe you. If you become a consul, you will definitely legislate to prohibit love, sexual intercourse, alcoholism, and other things that bring joy to people." Mesenas sarcastically said.

"Happiness is the end of reason and the beginning of sin." Leo answered this sentence directly, then picked up the wine glass, "Toast the joy brought by the Muse and Bucks."

About three days later, Vivia, with wheat-colored skin and dark eyes, walked into the Pulaima Villa with a garland and a car full of dowry. The person who served as the guide was Little Juba. "Don't cry, sister. You should be happy. I have long said that they are real couples, are they sisters?" Octavian stood in the cheering crowd, clapping and cheering, and said to her sister who was crying beside her, "I think they should be ** in the afternoon, so that it is lively."

At the wedding in Rome, young people like Octavian would say such obscene words without hesitation because they all thought it was a convention, and the Romans believed that doing things during the day was a manifestation of lewdness, but this was understandable for newlyweds. They were so passionate that they were allowed to have a day during their initial honeymoon.

As a result, Octavia burst into tears after hearing this, but no one noticed her loser, even her younger brother, who only thought she was crying with joy. This mood was the same as the expressions of Porti and Corinna.

The difference is that Corinna is also her own troubles. She is waiting for her father's exact news. Now her brother can go directly to Vivia's father to propose marriage, but she does not have such treatment.

When the guests were still having a feast, the newly married couple had been sent in by the ministers in the arranged bridal chamber and had to practice Octavian's "initiative". Vivia of course believed that her husband must have had experience with a female slave or a lady before getting her, so Leo could treat her like a "beast". So her unwilling mother cried and suggested that her daughter could first break her lower body on a small stone statue, so that when facing this situation, the pain would not be so great. She would not even have sex on the same day, because her husband always thought that bleeding was a filthy and terrible thing.

"Sorry..." Vivia closed her eyes and then she faded her skin. Her chest was like a small firm apple, shining with a healthy and beautiful luster. Then her black hair was draped on her back and slowly climbed onto the couch, then her shoulders were raised, and her beautiful head hung down, and her hips were facing Leo who was still sitting. This was a posture of pleasing to her husband. Vivia was no different from a traditional Roman woman in terms of concept. "Honey husband just treated you as a mature big child. What he cared about was your dowry and noble and powerful father-in-law. Woman, don't forget to please her husband after marriage, because you give your true feelings, but never expect rewards. This is the wisest behavior."

But Leo did not "punch" her body from behind like a thick centurion, but walked up and gently turned her over. The two of them faced each other. Then his body gently pressed on Vivia's. With her whisper, her lips were pecked up. Then Leo began to go down and began to bite her small and exquisite chest. Involuntarily, Vivia grabbed the other's exposed back. The two began to pant and fell on the couch automatically. Then his hair spread, and Vivia, who was full of giggles, actually giggled easily and charmingly, and then she frowned, because Leo was actually like a new recruit who had just started to fight. Vivia held back her smile, feeling that her chest was full of sweetness. She gently helped her husband hold it, and then finally guided him in.

As Vivia raised her face, the saliva in her throat was rising and surging. When she held Leo's arms with both hands and shouted passionately, the carrier pigeon was also struggling through the clouds and the ocean. Finally, she circled a few times on the mast of a merchant ship heading towards the Port of Yar in Naipogaul Province, and finally fell in front of a person sitting on the deck. The man grinned, and took out the roll of paper from the tube tied to the pigeon's legs.

"Sure enough, Marco has a think tank around him, otherwise he would not have been instigated to publicly become enemies with me. But it seems that I don't have to guess who this think tank is." After looking at the essay sent by his son, Li Bida affirmed his previous judgment.
Chapter completed!