In the temporary palace of the Pharaoh in the Bay of Naples, the future Minister of Finance, Emilius Libida, pushed open the door and walked into the lined inner circle. In the curtains that were swaying in the wind, Cleopatra's two maids, Eras and Chamion, walked out in panic, barefoot, and staggered, trying to stop Libida, but Libida pushed it to the ground.

On the golden couch behind the curtain, the ten-year-old Cleopatra showed his small white legs, his hair was scattered, and his face was flushed. The whole room was filled with a mysterious fragrance. Li Bida walked forward without saying a word, grabbed a gold-inlaid plate from Cleopatra, and put it on the ground. Then he covered his nose with the corner of his robe and lifted the queen of Yan. The plate was filled with poppy seeds, mandala grass and special spices, and lit it for the small

The Queen and the maids used it together to suck. It is said that during the sucking process, people can have a numb hallucination. "You shouldn't be indifferent to me. I'm too busy with nostalgic Libidaus. You are just a low-ranking servant, and I am a descendant of the emperor, but you reject my friendship. My father is enjoying the concert contributed by the twelve musicians in the hall over there. Why don't you go to him to talk about friendship..." Cleopatra pushed Libida randomly while speaking incoherently.

"Listen, I'll tell you about this matter first, Egypt is coming again!" Li Bida waved his hand, asked Eras and Chamion to step forward, and hurriedly tidy up the silk shirt and hair bun for Queen Lion.

At this time, Cleopatra drank a few sips of refreshing water to relieve her thirst after the hallucination, and then started to stir up strength and asked, "Is it a petition group sent by my sister?"

"To be precise, it was the appeal group, not the banner of your sister. It was the people of Alexander who came to Rome to appeal to your father."

"What are you complaining to Pharaoh, corruption, oppression, brutality? Then let the Roman legions enter Alexander, like the tax-bearers under your jurisdiction, squeeze out all the money from the complaining people. What's the difference? These lowly and short-sighted things." Cleopatra jumped off the couch, sat in front of the mirror and put on a saree embroidered suspender, and then said to Li Bida while hanging the earrings. "I don't need to inform my father about this. I'll make a decision for my father--how much does it cost to hire a team of thirty to fifty gladiators?"

"Why be so polite? I have a team that can be used for you for free." Li Bida was extremely generous this time.

Cleopatra smiled and walked around Li Bida, hugged his back affectionately, and said, "I mean, ambushing and killing them when the complaint team entered the streets of Rome. Will this bloody behavior make you afraid of me?"

"No, of course not. Actually, I have said a long time ago that I will do what Ling Zun is doing completely as yours - just please don't suck this thing in this house in the future."

"Then you don't hold a grudge and I will go to Caesar to sell you?"

"I don't think that I can't. Don't think that Caesar can really help you...even if you help, it depends on me for the specific arrangement. Caesar or the Republic will at most help your father to restore it. The only one who can help you in the end is me..."

Cleopatra giggled, "From now on, you will be the best friend of the female pharaoh Cleopatra in the next ten years."

On the street next to the dusty construction site of Pompei Theater, Princia's Roman socialite king was lying lazily on the sedan chair, stopping on the street, shaking the oxtail fan in her hand, and instructing the two maids to buy fruits to relieve heat for her. After all, the tail of summer is still showing off the fierce heat. But her beautiful makeup is still unmoved. This is a skill she practiced hard when she was young. No matter how hot the weather is, she can compress sweat under her pores and wait until she removes makeup at night before pouring out.

Princia was in a good mood. When he saw Li Bida coming towards him, he seemed to be in a better mood.

"You encouraged Marcos to attend the secret meeting of veterans with similar IQ levels as my adoptive father." Li Bida walked to the sedan chair and asked with one sword.

Princia sneered twice, turned her face to the side, and said sorry, I am just a mistress kept by Marcos, and he doesn't have to go through my consent for anything he does...

"You are using your traditional trick again, Princia. You used this stepfather who betrayed Anthony, and now you want to use Marcos to harm my family." Li Bida said this, but was not so excited, but was word by word. "I already know the purpose of those foolish veterans' secret meetings, they are actually going to assassinate Pompey, and this list!" After saying that, Li Bida shook out the amber board that snatched Brutu yesterday and continued: "The list of participating in the assassination plan above is very interesting - Brutu, Brutu, Bonis, and Marcos, which reminds me that there is probably only one who can make such a plan."

At this time, Princia, who had taken the fruit from her maid, looked as if she was unintentionally listening to Li Bida's nonsense, knocked the back of the sedan chairman with her oxtail, indicating that she could leave.

"Bruce had interfered with Pompey's plan to place veterans before. Brutu was the son of Seville, Caesar's favorite woman, Bonis was the close friend of Gatu and Cicero, and Marcos was the favorite brother of Tuna, my master who was incompatible with Pompey before. Therefore, the most profitable thing in this assassination plan is the planned assassinator - Gneus Pompey!" Li Bida yelled at Princia.

"You're crazy." Princia said in a cover-up.

"I'm not crazy. I've figured out Pompei's plan inside and outside. The so-called assassination is impossible to succeed. It's a farce used to clean up excuses. Because the assassinators selected by these fools and elders were dead soldiers who had been bribed by Pompei. His assassination would inevitably fail, and then the list was given. Next, Pompei's veterans entered the city. By cleaning up these conspirators, they would be unlucky than Bruce, Caesar, Gattu and Cicero, and my asylum would even involve Crassus. Then Pompei took the power of the Republic without bloodshed, right?"

"Why don't you doubt it was made by Crassu or Gatto?" Princia retorted.

"Crassus has always controlled people by money. As for Xiao Katu? Although I hate him, I don't believe that he would do such a thing. Pompei himself may not be able to think of such a plan, but I am familiar with someone. This plan is his work. I am too familiar with this feeling from beginning to end. That person is a Galilean." It seemed that when he was really saying this, Princia's face also changed, but before she urged the sedan chair carrier, she revealed the truth to Li Bida.
Chapter completed!