Augustus Road

"Child, you should give up this idea. There is no need and cannot be executed for Cicero now." Lepidus stood under the patio of the front hall of the court and turned around and said. Under the setting sun, his black hair and beard had already slicked down a lot. His short silver-white hair made him more stable and majestic, and the tone of his words was unmistakable.

"Dear Guardian, I would like to make a bold suggestion, that is, you have regressed too much since just now. This is not your usual style at all. Is it because you are not short of money to spend, so you are not like me and me? Would his father Anthony be so uneasy that he would calmly give in to those women? Could it be that the money, the gold and silver jewelry, and the properties in their names could not make any decent contributions to the republic? The money was given to actors, male favorites, and even hair-combing maids." Young Caesar couldn't bear it anymore and began to publicly accuse Lepidus.

And Antony over there also made a noise, saying that he would immediately sign the seal of the declaration, drag Cicero to the square with his guards and execute him on the spot, and also drag his brother Quintus to be executed.

Lepidus was silent and just stood there. As a result, the two of them didn't even need to take out the sign to vote - Anthony stood directly at the door of the court hall, shouting commands to the guards, those with high feathers on their helmets. The non-commissioned officers kept nodding, and then shouted slogans, which were passed on one after another. Many people put their swords in their hands and prepared to climb the Palatine Mountain to hunt Cicero.

"Remember, bring a chain and tie him up like a dog." Anthony said proudly.

At this time, Li Bida also came to the steps and made a stop gesture. "Everyone disband. Return to camp!"

This time. Antony and his guards were stunned, and then Lepidus' voice became more severe, "I repeat it again, return to camp!" With that, the Medici guards also walked down the steps, resisting Antony and the Young Caesar guards. position.

"What are you doing?" Anthony sulked, baring his teeth like an angry lion trying to seize territory or having its territory taken away.

"I would like to ask you what you are doing. Marco, and Turinus, please provide me with a reason." Lepidus turned around and said calmly to the two of them, "I can provide a reason. You will go to Shannan soon. In Gaul, Turinus is going to cross the sea to Greece, and I am going to conquer Spain, so someone must stay in Rome to maintain order. "

"That way. I think Panza and Piso are enough." Young Caesar disagreed.

"No, not at all. If you want to protect Rome in your backyard, you can no longer just suppress it. Instead, you need Cicero as a symbolic hub to coordinate the interests of all parties. I have considered it, and now He is undoubtedly the best candidate - because he is cowardly, he has no armed base, and will not pose any threat to us; and because he is popular and has certain governance capabilities, he can work with Bisso to bring the city and the entire republic to justice as soon as possible. Isn't it what you want to see if taxes are restored? And now if we chain up the free men, merchants, and ladies of the entire country like cattle, and slaughter them like crazy? If we take the flesh from the opponent's body and make them starve until they are dying, then we ourselves will not be far away from starving to death."

"Who cares about that? As long as we have achieved victory and conquest, we can ask for anything from the loser, because the winner has the right to take everything from the loser. This is the unchanging iron law of the world."

"Enough of your Roman thinking!" Lepidus' words made Antony and Caesar suddenly stunned. What do you mean by "your Roman thinking"? It’s simply unreasonable!

"What did you say? I hope to hear it again, respected guardian." Young Caesar could not help but trembling.

"I say you two can get rid of these rotten and outdated ideas from your minds." Lepidus pointed his finger on his forehead with disdain, "Yes, in this regard, you are almost similar to Brutus and Cassio. The road has been fixed, it has nothing to do with your age and wisdom, it is as immutable as the Appian road. Can you transform this country? Antony, why do you want Cicero to die? He, because he was consul, had your stepfather put to death, and Fulivia wished him dead, because he had defended Claudius's murderer; but it is not that I need Cicero alive now, but Our cause needs him alive. I don’t like to work with people who always put personal grudges over public interests. Marco, if you think back to all the stupid things you did before, you should know that I will hand over the city of Rome to the West. Cerro and Bisso are much more at ease than leaving it to you.”

After saying this, Lepidus turned to Octavian and said, "Why do you want Cicero to die?"

"I...because he was the mastermind behind inciting the ladies to resist the tax, and if you, Guardian, want to talk about the public interest, I can make a good case for it."

Suddenly, Lepidus' eyes were like lightning, approaching and piercing into the chest of Young Caesar, "You are talking nonsense, my Turinus. From just now, your eyes have never left Cicero's wife, Cice How much assets does Luo have, 300,000 dinars, or 500,000 dinars? Are you right to try to possess his wife, even though I promised Corinna to you, and I will not do this to you? What an exaggerated accusation, but please go back to my comment just now, that is, I also don’t like people who put their personal interests above their careers. Turinus, your performance simply disappoints me.”

These words were like words of criticism on Young Caesar's cheek, and every mark was a trace of blood, causing him to shrink back and forth, breathing heavily, and not daring to look at his guardian again.

Before Antony could retort angrily, Lepidus turned around and said, "If the country today is like a diseased body, the former public enemies declared that we have scraped away the carrion and wounds attached to it, and now we want to make it reopen. To rejuvenate, you must feed it fresh herbs and delicious and healthy dishes - my words are clear enough. If you two still don't understand, then we can vote on the sign to bring this matter to a final conclusion. , I am tired of continuing the debate - the city of Rome needs two censors to be jointly in charge, Turinus, you have no experience and qualifications, and Antony, you are an idiot in politics. "

Afterwards, Lepidus took out the sign with the word "pardon" from his robe and placed it on the trial stand.

Young Caesar secretly rubbed his chest fiercely with his hands and remained silent for a long time. His eyes were bloodshot and his breathing was very difficult, but in the end he had no choice but to take out the "Pardon" sign.

"Okay, Marco, you don't need to continue, the ending has been decided." Lepidus looked at Anthony who was still hesitating, and then slowly walked out of the hall. (To be continued...)