Chapter 20 Anthony's Wedding (Part 2)

The farce ended quickly. The group of thugs left faster than they gathered. The craftsmen and citizens dispersed calmly and went about their business. {Only Cicero was still speaking hoarsely, struggling to make various gestures in the air. Then he looked around, insisting on finishing all the verses, and also lowered the corners of his robe and slumped his shoulders. , slowly walked towards the Arena of Flaminius, because it was time for him to exercise there again - boxing and riding horses. In his early years, Cicero was very weak, so he became particularly focused on doing exercises. Strengthen your physical fitness on the sports field, rain or shine for twenty years.

As a result, he met his ex-wife Lenchart and his current husband Celeste at the flower market outside the arena.

Celeste, originally the commander of the Eleventh Legion personally appointed by Caesar, was also a skilled historian. It is said that he was writing a book on the Catiline Conspiracy. There are many contents in it that must involve Cicero. Of course, more importantly, Celeste, who was born in the same knightly class as Cicero, even though he performed poorly on the battlefield (in the Battle of Corcula in Greece, his legions were the first to collapse and flee), he still Intervened in the logistics supply affairs of Caesar's army, this alone allowed him to make huge profits of tens of millions of sesterces, so he bribed Caesar another 1.2 million of them to obtain the next year's Numidian War. The appointment of a "state envoy" to a wartime province. In fact, this envoy was a governor, but to distinguish it from other ordinary provinces - Caesar concurrently held the position of governor of all wartime provinces, and called the bureaucrats he sent this name.

No matter what, when Celeste returns with full rank, he can earn at least tens of millions of sesterces from scrapping the land. So he was very proud of himself. He took the initiative to exchange salutes with Cicero. He also humbly requested that after returning to Rome, he would consult Cicero on many details of Catiline's conspiracy.

Cicero nodded, and then he suggested to Celeste, "Why don't you take advantage of your tenure in Numidia to write a book about the other side?"

"Yes, you reminded me. I actually wanted to write a history book about the Jugurtha War here sixty years ago. I learned that many people who witnessed the war are still alive there." Celeste finished. He politely winked at both Cicero and Lenchart, indicating that they could chat, and then he ducked into the arcade shop next to him.

"Is Turia okay?" Lenchart didn't need to look at the old man with the scar on the bridge of his nose. Instead, he folded his shawl and asked about his and his only daughter.

"Very good. I have arranged her second marriage. The man she married is of good character and assets. She is pregnant now. She is waiting for delivery at her husband's house." Cicero said, and then said a little sourly. "The man you have found is good now, so you won't be in danger of running out of makeup baskets. If the makeup basket can be opened widely, a woman's mouth can be closed tightly."

This was Cicero's character. As an intellectual, he was used to being harsh and mean. The sarcasm just now was completely unintentional, but Lenchart was furious. She pointed her halberd at her ex-husband and scolded her, "Why bother?" Do you think you are so noble? Your slave Taylor has already told me the details of your current marriage in private. The greatest orator in Rome actually became this person in order to covet the other party's dowry to pay off his debt. The girl's guardian then raped her and devoured her property. Remember - retribution will come back to you." After saying this, Renchart spat at Cicero without a trace. He knocked him away mercilessly and walked away.

Being ridiculed by his ex-wife, Cicero could only shake his head bitterly and walked to the side of the magnificent arena. At this time, he suddenly heard a very familiar voice. When he turned around to look, it was a group of teenagers greeting him, taking the lead. He has a head full of light yellow hair, is relatively thin, has a lot of freckles on his face, his eyebrows are quite light, but his expression is very respectful.

Cicero instantly recalled that after the tribune Claudius was killed, he was hesitating whether to defend the murderer Triarii. It was the child who spoke to encourage him in the wall of his own courtyard.

"What's your name, kid?"

"My name is Turinus, and I am a descendant of the Octavian family." The young man replied, but Cicero also understood that Caesar was this uncle.

Then, Cicero looked back and saw that Turinus was followed by several children, both boys and girls. One of them had thick black hair and handsome eyebrows. Cicero felt that it was very familiar. This should not be Lepidus. The son of Us? The eyebrows look very similar. Next to Leo, the one with brown hair and light blue eyes should be Turinus' sister, because she looks very similar to his mother Atia; and further behind, there is a girl with slightly brown skin but an extraordinary demeanor. The child, with a silver collar around his neck and dressed like a king, is the son of the King of Juba who was "captured" here; followed by two girls who look younger, on the left She has wheat-colored skin, amazingly beautiful eyebrows, and innocent eyes. The skin on the right side is as white as ivory, and she is also a pretty girl with dark eyes. Her facial features are very similar to Lepidah's, and her expression always carries a touch of arrogance. Far less humble than his brother. On the left is Vivia, the daughter of Basatus, a close confidant of Caesar and this year's consul, and on the right is Corinne, the daughter of Lepidus.

Later, when Cicero saw the whip in Turinus's hand, he was so excited that he wanted to cry, because he always had a very secret dream, which he had never told anyone, but he firmly believed in the prophecy of this dream, because his family's dreams were always very effective. When his mother was pregnant with him, she dreamed that her son would become the greatest figure of this era. Cicero once dreamed:

In the sea of ​​clouds and the top of the layer, in the hall of Jupiter, the father of heaven, there were many young people lining up, one by one to accept the summons and review of the father of heaven. They walked under Jupiter's throne one by one. The young people who did not get the order to stop all had extremely disappointed expressions on their faces. Finally, a child was retained by Jupiter, and then the father of heaven gave him a whip for the horse, and then the child followed the whip and slid down from the sky to the world.

"I remember the appearance of this young man very clearly. Yes, it is this Turinus - is he really the one who ended the troubled times? Yes!" Thinking of this, Cicero's eyes sparkled. He grabbed Turinus's shoulders and pressed them a few times. After exhorting him, he took full responsibility for his studies.

Then, Cicero walked towards his home with an unprecedented good mood, like a businessman who got a huge order, and his previous depression was swept away.

Turinus looked at the back of the respected old man with a surprised mood. At this time, Corinna behind him urged everyone to enter the arena to watch the equestrian performance of the racer Yuliuqi, otherwise they would not be able to find a seat with an umbrella.

"Well, Leo, I'll give you this whip back. We don't need it today. Just watch the performance." Turinus said, returning the whip in his hand to its original owner. (To be continued...)

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