Have You Considered Xinyue to Be a Military Division?

The sound is pleasant, like the entrance of a clear spring, completely different from what I said before.

If they were heard by those old perverts in the Senate, they would definitely be shocked to the ground.

"Youth" actually said a female voice, so this is not a male, this is clearly a young girl!

The woman, however, was not surprised, she patted the seat beside her without saying a word.

The girl hesitated a little, but she still pursed her lips and sat next to her mother.

The woman grabbed her hand, put it on her lap involuntarily, and patted the back of her hand lightly: "Nero, tell me the truth, what you did today was not your own idea, right?"

The girl was startled, bit her pink lips lightly, and shook her head: "No, that's my idea, I want my mother to listen to what I wrote..."

"You still dare to lie to me?" The woman said in a slow and heavy tone, pinching the girl's hand and staring at her.

There was a few seconds of silence.

Fear flashed across the girl's face, but she still shook her head: "I didn't lie to my queen."

"Snapped!"

With a crisp sound, the woman slapped the girl's face with her palm, and immediately there was a palm print on Bai Jiu's beautiful face, which was as red as if it was about to ooze blood.

The girl resisted the pain and didn't cry out. After turning her head heavily, she turned back again, panting and looking at the woman.

Tears welled up in the red eyes, revealing the thick stubbornness.

The woman looked at her, although her heart was soft, she still refused to apologize, she just closed her eyes slightly, not looking at her: "What's the name of that slave girl?"

The girl took a deep breath: "Akti."

"Yes, I know you two grew up together, and I understand the relationship between you,"

The woman said lightly: "But a slave is a slave, and a master is a master. A slave can never confuse and seduce the master, let alone make decisions for the master."

"She didn't!" the girl retorted without hesitation.

The woman's breathing became heavier instantly, she opened her eyes to look at her, and raised her hand slightly.

The girl subconsciously closed her eyes and turned her head, waiting for the pain to come.

But after a long time, before the slap came, she tremblingly opened her eyes and looked at the woman.

The woman lowered her eyes and pondered for a moment: "Then why do you resist my arrangement again and again?"

The girl was silent.

"Maybe you hate me for punishing your slave girl?"

"no......"

The woman didn't listen to her excuse, she sighed faintly, and said: "When you two were young, I allowed her to teach you music, and I allowed her to take you to the theater to watch plays.

But she absolutely shouldn't bewitch you to perform on stage, especially when you've become the emperor! "

"Her name is Akti." The girl argued softly.

"Do you know what a huge insult this is to the emperor of Rome?" The woman ignored it.

The girl slowly clenched her fist, trying to break free from her palm, but the woman's strength was as great as a giant iron tongs.

She will never let the girl break free from her grasp.

"And this expedition to Britain, you were even bewitched by her and begged me over and over again, this time you even tried to persuade me in such a ridiculous way?

Icarus, Icarus, my daughter will not be Icarus! "

Although the woman was smiling, her eyes seemed to be frozen: "And how would a female slave know how important this kind of thing is to you?"

"She doesn't even know that the group of old things in the Senate are staring at our mother and daughter every day,

As long as one is not careful, we will be stabbed to death in the Senate just like your ancestor Caesar. "

The girl glanced at her, hesitated to speak, but after thinking about it, she decided not to say anything, because it was useless to say anything.

What this woman thinks is right is always right.

She is what she says, and she does what she tells her to do...

Silence represents the attitude of a girl.

The woman was very satisfied with such an attitude, she tilted her head, let go of her hand, and stroked her cheek as white as jade: "This is my good daughter."

The cold fingers touched the girl's hot cheeks, and her whole body couldn't help shivering.

A look of shame flashed in the woman's eyes: "Did the queen mother hurt you?"

The girl shook her head, holding back her tears.

"That's good, you just need to know that the queen mother will never harm you,"

The woman showed a gentle smile after a long absence: "For this expedition, I will ask Bruce to protect you, and I will leave the fighting to them. After the battle, you will be like your father, just go through the motions."

Father......

The girl let out a desolate "hmm".

"Right, just like before, be obedient, and then leave everything to the mother."

"..."

Silent for a long time.

"Yes."

(Ask a book friend, Nero’s mother is Octavian’s granddaughter, and Octavian is Caesar’s adopted son, so what should Nero be called Caesar?)

Chapter 65 Chapter 65 Let's work, Your Lady Queen!

And the soft mattress, the slightly scented feather pillow, Boudica has never slept so well since leaving Essini.

She didn't wake up until the morning noise disturbed her sleep.

After hearing not only the sound of moving objects outside the house, but also very regular knocking on the door.

Boudica rubbed his sore shoulders, threw off the robe beside the pillow, hung the weight on his chest, and walked to open the door.

"Good morning, Your Lady Queen!" Neos stood at the door, squinting his eyes and tilting his mouth, smiling like a fox

"Ah, good morning~"

Boudica rubbed his temples, feeling tired and hungry at the moment: "Tell me why it's so noisy so early in the morning."

"Because this is the sound of the state machinery starting to operate, Her Lady Queen." Nios smiled and helped her pull off the robe, covering the spring, and stepped aside.

Boudica blinked hard.

In the corridor outside the master bedroom, people were coming and going, people moving chairs, tables, cabinets... knocking and bumping, it was very hot.

"Are you ready to manage the country, Your Lady Queen?" Neos and Boudica admired the scenery together.

"What do you mean, this, this is not letting me live here?" Boudica was puzzled.

"How come, I just think that the office location too far away may lead to the tightening of information communication channels, which will eventually lead to the lag and falsehood of intelligence, which will lead to organizational shrinkage and management paralysis, which will lead to the lack of development of the continuity of departmental work. "Nyos spoke extremely fast.

Boudica looked at him, and his newly awakened mind felt sleepy again.

"So, I can't live anymore." She looked confused and nodded intuitively.

Neos's smile faltered: "Of course not, I just hope you can understand that I put the office location and your residence together."

"Oh, that's right..." Boudica was stunned.

So what gave you the illusion that I would understand?

"Of course, if you don't want to, we can also move the office outside."

Nios thought for a while, and said, "But it seems that the only thing available is the barracks in the lower city..."

"Ah, no need, it's here."

Boudica quickly waved her hand and said, "After all, I am the queen, so I should give everything for this tribe."

As she said that, she instantly felt that her whole body had become taller, she unconsciously puffed up her chest, and trembled three times, imagining that the souls of the ancient sages were with her at this moment.

"Great, Your Lady Queen!"

Neos applauded, and pulled her collar again: "Then after you finish your breakfast, take a bath, and get dressed, I will wait for you in the lobby."

After speaking, he turned around and walked away without any regrets.

Looking at his back, Boudica was stunned for a long time, then looked down at the stalwart under his neck, and then scratched his head.

Huh?

......

After eating the breakfast sent by Neos, he went down to take a hot bath at the suggestion, and wore the clean clothes sent by the slave girl.

While lamenting the extravagant life of the Romans and the comprehensiveness of Neos, Boudica strode towards the chamber, only to find that Neos was waiting for her with Fee and Turner.

But the most eye-catching thing is the piles of wooden planks piled on the long table.

"This, what is this?" Boudica looked at a pile of wooden boards taller than himself, and had an ominous premonition.

"This is the writing tool of the Romans, Your Majesty, a wooden board coated with wax. Write on it."

Nios explained: "In another country, this is called a copy or slip."

"No, what I mean is, what is written on it?" Boudica shook his head, passed the three of them, stepped forward and took a piece at random, and looked it over.

"Well, Latin."

Neos rubbed his chin: "It's a pity that the Celts don't have their own script, so they can only borrow from Rome for the time being..."

"That's not what I mean, I mean content, content!" Boudica waved his arms.

"Oh, that's what you mean,"

Nios was stunned, and pondered for a moment: "Although it is difficult to generalize, in a word, this is your tool to manage this country."

"Heh, you're kidding..."