My XX deal with Sister Nero

Thinking back to the past, when he was still at Antonio's house, that morning, as soon as Tony got up, he saw Uncle Antonio squatting in the yard, holding a cup of urine and brushing his teeth... Tony almost vomited out the overnight meal. From that time on, Tony either rinsed his mouth with clean water or brushed his teeth with salt. He would rather have a salty mouth than brush his teeth with that stuff.

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It's so fucking disgusting.

Tony suppressed the feeling of nausea and waited until the toga was put on. Then, with the help of everyone, he climbed onto the horse, held the reins with one hand, and slowly walked towards the gate.

According to what was agreed last night, at around eight in the morning, the soldiers in the East Suburb Barracks will assemble at the gate, and set out at about half past nine to enter the Flamin Gate, where they will be greeted by the senators of the Senate. After passing through the Arc de Triomphe and arriving at the Pantheon, His Majesty Nero will come out to commend everyone, and then the triumphal ceremony will end.

"Your Highness, your outfit... is just missing a moon crown."

Seeing Tony appear here in a sexy purple outfit, Lius and Vespasian couldn't help but admire him.

"Come on, I'll only wear this dress once." Tony said with a stinky face.

"Your Highness...is something wrong?" Seeing that Tony's face looked strange, Wei Paxian tactfully put away the smile on his face and asked with concern.

Tony sighed, looked at the purple toga with some gold embroidery on his body with some disdain, and said, "Before, I wanted to keep things simple, so I either wore a bhikkhus without a toga, or a white toga pra, so I didn't know much about the toga. It wasn't until today, when I was wearing this toga pekota, that I learned that the color of the toga was pickled with urine, which made me sick."

"Uh..." Lius and Vespasian couldn't help but look at each other in bewilderment. They couldn't quite understand what was so disgusting about this. After all, they used urine to rinse their mouths in the morning...

"Forget it, forget it. I won't talk to you about this anymore." Tony took a deep breath and tried to put on a smile and said to the two generals, "Let's get organized and get ready to go."

Outside the gates of Fleming City.

As early as a few days ago, officials of all ranks in Rome were desperately promoting the fact that the empire had won a great victory on the front line, forcing Parthia to give up Armenia. Now the warriors of the empire were about to return triumphantly, and they hoped that all Roman citizens would spontaneously go to the Flamin Gate to celebrate for the triumphant soldiers and generals.

So at dawn that day, many Roman citizens spontaneously took to the streets and gathered outside the Flamin Gate, quietly waiting for the triumphant return of the Roman soldiers.

"It seems that my younger brother is still quite popular." He said with a smile while standing on a high tower and looking at the Flamin City Gate not far away.

"Your Majesty, Your Highness is a dragon-slaying warrior. In addition, Your Highness has improved farmland cultivation and increased grain production. He also won a great victory on the front line. Therefore... It is natural that Your Highness is loved by the people." Nerva, who was standing next to Nero, said with his head down.

"That's true." Nero nodded and said, "Let's go to the Pantheon. We'll be there waiting for my brother to get better."

PS: In ancient Rome, urine really had many uses, including pickling and coloring clothes and brushing teeth, so during Nero's reign there was a kind of tax called the urine tax.

Chapter 267 Triumphal Ceremony

"Here they come!" Around ten o'clock in the morning, there was a sudden commotion among the crowd standing near the gate of Flamin City. One of the girls pointed at a dark shadow at the end of the road not far away and suddenly shouted excitedly.

"Here they come!" The girl's cry was repeated in the crowd, and everyone stared excitedly at the group of black shadows that were getting closer and closer to them.

"Flaming Gate, to be honest, I have never walked this road before." Looking at the Flaming Gate getting closer and closer to him, Tony shrugged his shoulders and said in a somewhat inexplicable tone.

"It looks like... quite a few people are already waiting for us." Looking at the crowds of Roman citizens in front of the Flamin City Gate and the several senators standing in the middle of the road and bowing slightly to them, Vespasian smiled and said with some nostalgia.

More than ten years ago, he participated in the conquest of Britain and made Britain a new province of the empire. Therefore, Vespasian had the honor to participate in the triumph ceremony of that year as a lieutenant general. This time, he still participated in the triumph ceremony as a lieutenant general, but the difference from last time was that this time, he was only a lieutenant general in name.

"Oh!" As soon as he entered the city gate, Tony was startled by the cheers and petals flying all over the sky.

"Your Highness, be careful." Seeing Tony's obvious shock, Weipaxian rode his horse quietly towards Tony and whispered to him in a low voice.

"I'm fine." Tony breathed a sigh of relief. After he recovered, a gentle smile appeared on his face and he waved to the people on both sides of the road.

"Wow! Your Highness is so handsome and cute!" A Roman girl of about sixteen or seventeen years old standing on the street looked at Tony's handsome face in the sun and covered her chest with her hands with an infatuated look on her face, as if she was about to die.

...Tony glanced at the infatuated girl with some embarrassment, and the smile on his face became increasingly stiff.

Because this was the third infatuated girl he had seen along the way, and he had reason to believe that if there were not soldiers on both sides of the road maintaining order, if he was not still riding a horse, if he accidentally fell into the crowd, he might... Oh, it seems that Her Highness cannot get pregnant.

But he might be quickly drained by these enthusiastic girls on the spot.

"Your Highness, this should be the first time you participate in such a triumphal ceremony, right?" Wei Paxian whispered with a smile beside Tony.

"Yeah, I've only heard of triumphal ceremonies before, but this is the first time I've seen one." Tony said with a very stiff smile on his face.

"It's okay, Your Highness. This is only my second time participating. Just keep calm and treat the people below as dummies." Wei Paxuan waved his hands and lowered his voice to impart the tricks.

Dummies? The inflatable ones? Tony curled his lips in his heart, but still greeted the dummies with a smile on his face.

Entering the Fleming Gate and walking along Fleming Avenue, Tony soon saw the newly built Arc de Triomphe.

In terms of grandeur, the Arc de Triomphe Tony saw was no less grand than the one in Paris. The reliefs on the Arc de Triomphe clearly recorded the war between the Roman Empire and Parthia, including Tony standing in front of the soldiers and passionately mobilizing them for war, and calmly waving his dagger to command the soldiers to fight bravely. In short, if I were just a Roman citizen who knew nothing, I would also admire myself when I saw the sculptures on the Arc de Triomphe, okay? No wonder so many girls kept blowing kisses to me, it turned out that this was the problem!

Why didn’t I notice it the last time I passed by?

And this Arc de Triomphe is... right?

Tony looked at the contents on the Arc de Triomphe with some embarrassment. It seemed that none of the carvings on it matched the facts. What about the passionate speeches, the single-handed defeat of the enemy, and the strategic planning? Wasn't he just slacking off all the time?

The two generals who really contributed were Lius and Vespasian! They were just supporting roles on this Arc de Triomphe, okay?

"The carvings on the Arc de Triomphe..." Tony wanted to say something a bit embarrassing, but considering that we are in public now... forget it, let's not say it.

Just like that, amid the cheers of the Roman citizens, Tony and his party finally arrived in front of the Pantheon.

"Congratulations, Your Highness." The elder who had been leading the team in front of Tony without saying a word turned around and said to Tony with a smile.

"No, no." Tony waved his hand modestly.

Under the auspices of the high priest, after the gods were informed of the victory, in front of the Pantheon, with many Roman citizens watching, Nero, the fifth head of the Roman Empire, slowly opened a piece of cloth, paused for two seconds, and then slowly read.

The content of this cloth is very simple. The first half roughly says that the Roman Empire is a peace-loving country, and this war was initiated by Parthia. We just fought back in self-defense and recovered the lost territory. The second half is the focus of this edict.

"Please, grant Titus Flavius ​​Vespasian the position of senior consul, and also grant him the position of governor of the province of Africa, grant Leu Fabius Maximus the position of consul, grant Tony Claudius Germanicus the position of quaestor, and grant him the title of 'Augustus' and the title of 'Dragon Slayer'. From today on, Prince Odeni is named Tony Claudius Augustus Germanicus Nice Drago."

What a bad name!

After hearing Nero read out his new name, Tony almost vomited on the spot. Why is this thing so long and smelly? I'm afraid I won't even be able to remember my own name if it goes on like this!

Just as Tony was complaining, Weipashen, who had a solemn expression beside him, almost couldn't control his expression.

Forget about the title of Nikis Drago at the end, he is the dragon slayer, but can the title of Augustus be given to anyone casually?

His Majesty has bestowed upon him the title of His Highness. What does this mean? It means that His Highness... is very likely to become the next Emperor of the Roman Empire!

Your Majesty...really wants to pass on the throne!

After finally listening to Nero's bragging, according to the imperial tradition, after the triumphal ceremony, the soldiers returned to the camp, while the generals all stayed and went to the palace to attend the banquet!

"Huh... I really want to take off this damn toga." In the emperor's study, Tony looked at Nero sitting at the desk, frowned and muttered.

"Come on, brother. This toga suits you so well, and... you performed very well today~"

Chapter 268 My sister is drunk

The banquet to celebrate the victory at the front naturally could not be held according to the traditional Roman banquet.

As we all know, a traditional Roman banquet is nothing more than everyone lying on a recliner, watching a poetry recitation, and then eating and drinking while watching real-life gladiatorial fights. If they are in the mood, they would add some lead powder to their wine to enhance the flavor. In short, everyone does whatever is comfortable for them.

But the banquet of this triumphal ceremony was about style rather than comfort, so at the banquet, all the generals and ministers still sat upright with full dignity, eating the precious food in front of them with smiles on their faces, and watching the professionals in the center of the hall performing operas, dramas, etc.

"This wine...it tastes quite good." After taking a sip of the wine in the glass, Tony looked at the glass in his hand with some surprise and muttered.

Because it was a triumph, Nero made an exception and allowed Tony to drink a glass of wine. Of course, as an emperor, the wine Nero provided was naturally the best wine of the era, that is, Ferenx wine. The taste of this wine is very close to modern wine. In addition to being slightly sweeter than modern wine, its taste is also a bit mellower.

Are you kidding? This kind of wine has to be aged for at least twenty years, how can it not be mellow?

"The wine is good, but... I'm not lucky enough to enjoy it." Tony shook his head, glanced at a piece of steak on the small plate in front of him, unceremoniously forked it with a fork, put it directly into his mouth and started to bite it.

In his previous life, Tony was allergic to alcohol, so he didn't like to drink much. At most, he would drink beer with a low alcohol content. But Fernas wine... Tony could tell after just one sip that this stuff was worthy of being a twenty-year-old wine. Although the alcohol concentration was not as high as Jiang Xiaobai's 52-degree alcohol, this feeling... was definitely much higher than beer!

Forget it, I might as well drink some orange juice or grape juice. At least these two things go well with rice.

Just as Tony was about to continue tearing into the steak, he suddenly felt a white flash in front of his eyes. Through the gauze skirt, a pair of white triangle panties appeared in front of Tony.

Emmmm... This is simply a matter of perspective. Tony didn't specifically look at his sister's panties!

Looking up at Nero's flushed face, Tony was shocked: "Sister, how much did you drink?"

"Hehe, I didn't drink much~" Nero held the wine glass, bent down and got closer to Tony, and then... burped.

"Fuck!" Feeling the smell of alcohol coming towards him, Tony subconsciously did a tactical backward move and said with some disgust: "Don't burp, you smell a bit strong."

"Hehe~ Good boy, come~ Let's have a drink to celebrate your great victory~" Nero said as he raised the cup and handed it to Tony.

"Okay, okay, I'll drink with you." Tony nodded helplessly, picked up the silver wine glass on the table, clinked it lightly with Nero's, then put it to his lips and took a sip.

"You're awesome, my brother!" Nero said as he tilted his head back, and with a "gulp", he drank all the wine in the glass in one breath.

"I..." Tony waved gently to Nerva who was not far away when he saw Nero staggering. When Nerva came close to him, he lowered his voice and said, "Nerva, you stay here to greet everyone on behalf of His Majesty. I will take His Majesty back to his room to rest."

Glancing at Nero who could barely walk in a straight line, Nerva nodded and said, "Well... thank you, Your Highness."

After standing up and saying a few polite words to the generals present, Tony came to Nero, looked at Nero who was drunk on the throne, smiled bitterly and shook his head.

How much does it take to get this drunk?

"Come on, sister. I'll help you go back to your room to sleep!" Tony said as he grabbed Nero's left hand and pulled her up from her seat.

"Sleep...? Oh, sleep...sleep." Nero mumbled incoherently as he stood up under Tony's pull, leaned on Tony's shoulder as a matter of course, and staggered out of the hall with Tony's support.

"Hey, hey, hey, no, sister, which way are you going?" Tony, who was supporting Nero somewhat staggeringly, originally planned to help Nero directly back to her room and be done with it, but he didn't expect that Nero was out of control or kept going somewhere else.

"Sister, you've gone to the wrong place. That's my room!" Tony said as he pulled Nero back.

"I... I'm not in the wrong place." Nero shook his head, pointed at Tony's palace and said, "That... is my... room!"

...I always feel like you're a dog...Forget it, I'd better not scold myself.

I always feel like you are pretending to be drunk!

"I want to go back to my room!" Nero shouted loudly and walked towards Tony's room.

"Hey...slow down!" Tony grabbed Nero's hand and was dragged towards his room by Nero.

Forget it, let her sleep in my room for one night.

"Ola!" Tony was almost at his bedroom. He shouted to Ola, who was carefully taking care of a small flower in the garden not far away, "Quick, find someone to go to His Majesty's bedroom and bring back His Majesty's pajamas. Also, come and lend a hand to me. This guy is so heavy."

"You are... so heavy..." Nero muttered incoherently.

"Okay, okay, I'm so heavy." Tony coped with it while carefully helping Nero to the bed with Ola. After throwing Nero on the bed, he said to Ola: "Go call a few people to help His Majesty change clothes later. I'm going to go out for some fresh air first. My god, I'm so tired after walking all the way."

"Your Highness, you have worked hard." Ola bowed slightly to Tony and said.

"It's okay." Tony waved his hand and walked outside, panting.

To be honest, the wine still has some aftereffect. Tony didn't actually drink much, not even a glass of wine. Before helping Nero, he felt his face was a little hot, which should be a symptom of the alcohol starting to take effect. But after sweating a little, the only bit of alcohol in him was completely evaporated.

Soon, two of Nero's personal maids rushed over with Nero's pajamas in their arms. They came to Tony's room, and with the help of Aura and others, they helped Nero change his pajamas before coming out. They came to Tony and said a little embarrassedly, "Your Highness, we... His Majesty must have fallen asleep, so we couldn't help him up."

"It's okay." Tony waved his hand indifferently and said, "Just let my sister sleep here for a while. It's still early. You can come and wake her up at night."

PS: I finally saw the post. OMG, I almost couldn’t write anymore after being offline for so long_(:з」∠)_

Chapter 270 I want to punish my sister! (Additional update 54)

Two days, two days have passed.

It has been two days since the triumphal ceremony and the celebration banquet. During this time, the Senate and Seneca and others were surprised to find that our Emperor seemed like a different person. In the past, when he came to the Senate, he gave people the impression that he was just here to punch in, walk around to show that he was still alive, and then leave. Government affairs would first be reviewed internally by the Senate, and then handed over to Seneca and others. Finally, Seneca felt that there was no problem and handed it over to Tony for the decision. After everything was done, Nerva would sort it out in the evening and hand the key parts to Nero for final review.

But what about now?

Our Majesty arrived at the Senate Hall early in the morning and went directly to the position of chief senator. Then he listened quietly to the reports of the senators and even gave professional instructions on the spot.

Ah... I am not saying that Your Majesty has no professional knowledge. As an emperor, Your Majesty must have some ability to handle government affairs. After all, she has received a rote learning since childhood. Even if she does not like being an emperor, she still has this professional level.

But the problem is... Your Majesty, who had been letting himself go and concentrating on creating new songs some time ago, has had a seizure or is sick these past two days. Why... why is he working so hard to handle government affairs?

Seeing Nero sitting there with a somewhat aggrieved look on his face while handling government affairs seriously, several senators who knew the inside story almost laughed out loud on the spot.

Although I don’t know what happened exactly, but... it seems to be related to His Royal Highness the Prince.

Because Nero teased Tony before, in order to maintain his brother's dignity, Tony decided to... ignore Nero!

That night, Nero, who noticed that Tony was angry, said almost all the nice things he could in the restaurant, but in return all he got was a cold "Oh" from Tony. This cold reaction gave Nero a very real illusion.

Either that, my brother has another dog outside! Or my brother is really angry, or he is very angry!

Considering that I teased my younger brother before...it should be the latter...right?

I made my brother mad!

After saying a bunch of nice things, her brother's expression was still so cold. Nero finally panicked at this moment. In order to please her brother, the first thing she did was to handle the government affairs herself to reduce her brother's workload. At the same time, she ordered the kitchen to prepare her brother's favorite food almost every day in the past few days.

Fortunately, Tony doesn't have those bad habits of the nobles. They only eat what is rare and hard to get. Tony likes to eat common meats such as pork and beef that can be found everywhere, so for the kitchen... this is not a big problem.

In addition, after finishing his government affairs every day, Nero would come to his brother's room regularly at night to give him massages and say nice things. In short, in Tony's opinion, if he persisted for a while longer, this great emperor of the Roman Empire... would probably become a bootlicker.

Although this seems to be a bit exciting.