The room was silent, but the manor was full of people, and all kinds of noise slipped into his ears through the crack in the window. Pen % fun % Pavilion www.biquge.info

At the same time, a voice seemed to tell him in the bottom of his heart: hurry up and meet this da Vinci.

Even the bison statue that had been in his heart for a while couldn't be taken care of for the time being.

"Hey, can I take a look at your son?" he said with a smile as much as he could.

"Of course you can, but I don't know where to look for him, haha~" Piero took off his brimmed hat and dusted off his cigarette ashes, and finally straightened out his coat in front of the mirror and went out.

Descending the stairs, through the fragrant hall, and pushing open the castle gates, they came to the manor on the outskirts of the castle.

Even in winter, the unique climate of Venice has given rise to many flowers and plants, which are embellished without being monotonous.

The guests from all walks of life, in Latin with a native accent, chattered all over the world, and their eyebrows fluttered, much to Duke Abraham's disgust.

The Duke likes to be quiet and only wants to deal with people with similar personalities, such as Piero.

Piero was a scholar and a well-known notary legal in Florence, where he was highly prestigious.

Because of his erudition, the nobility and the royal family also favored him, and often invited him to visit, and it was in the home of the prince's brother that he saw ginseng for the first time in his life, and developed a strong interest in this incomparably rare medicinal material, and concentrated on studying it until he became proficient.

Piero had a strange influence on people, not to mention that in Florence, even in the whole of Italy, anyone who had heard of him believed everything he said.

This is like our great Mao~~ (I dare not play the last two words)

So, Piero said that ginseng is real, it is true.

Everyone felt that Piero, a highly respected and fair-minded notary public, would never lie.

......

Standing on the slope of the manor, Piero looked around for his son, but could not find him for a while.

"The little ones don't like to join in the fun, so let's go out and find out. He jumped off the slope, took a glass of wine from the waiter's plate, and left the manor with Zheng Fei, leaving the chattering place.

As soon as I stepped on the path, my ears were much clearer, and the breeze blew through the trees beside the road, making a rustle, and the hares were scurrying in the woods, trying to get some grass out of the pile of dead leaves.

The pleasant scenery, Zheng Fei had no intention of lingering, let alone accompanying Piero to taste wine and chat, only eager to meet Da Vinci and verify his true identity.

For some reason, he hoped that this da Vinci was a fake.

Da Vinci's IQ is not an exaggeration to describe it as contemptuous of all beings, and it is simply a demonic existence.

And what do two da Vinci mean? Technology is soaring, the world is in turmoil.

Perhaps, it will cause the destruction of the times!

What made Zheng Fei even more worried and panicked was that if this was the real Da Vinci, could the one in the fleet be the same traverser as himself?

Every time he thought of this, he couldn't help but sweat, and it seemed that it became difficult to breathe.

It feels like going back to the old days, walking through the tropical rainforest full of dangers, always vigilantly observing the movements around you, and the plants and trees are all soldiers.

"I haven't asked you what your name is?" Piero asked.

At this time, Zheng Fei's mind was blank, and only "Da Vinci" repeated over and over again, and he did not hear the question.

Piero thought he didn't want to ignore him, so he pouted and fell silent, sipping wine with a goblet.

I don't know how long it has been, time may have passed quickly for Piero, but for Zheng Fei, it was extremely long.

Inadvertently, they had come to the wilderness, and the small wooden house with the smoke wafting not far away was the home of the child king.

In addition to the small wooden house, in the cold wind, there were more than a dozen more broken ones.

This is a small village, the villagers all make a living from farming, winter is the rest season, most of them will choose to sit in front of the house, lazily bask in the sun, drink some vegetable soup and eat some bread, day by day.

There are also a few people who will take advantage of their leisure to pick up hobbies, follow fishermen and friends, or hunt with homemade gadgets, which can not only find something to do, but also improve the food for the children at home.

For example, the father of the child king went hunting early in the morning.

Passing by the door, Zheng Fei only glanced at it, and didn't plan to stay longer, if the kid saw it, he would rush up and pout his lips again and say: I will definitely pay back the money!

He stepped forward, but Piero stopped and craned his neck to look inside.

There was a brief silence.

"Leonardo, come out for me!" Piero roared, and Piero bent down to pick up a stick from the ground with a blushing face.

Zheng Fei was suddenly excited, hurriedly took a few steps back, and rushed into the cabin with a panicked expression.

At this moment, his heart rose to his throat.

He saw a group of children squatting on the ground in a circle, burning sawdust and the like, emitting a foul smell.

Piero's sudden roar really startled the children, and they all stood up and stared at him and Zheng Fei in a daze.

The child king was the first to react, grinning happily and exclaiming, "It's you!"

Zheng Fei was in no mood to catch up with him, glanced at the children's panicked faces, looked back at Piero, and asked him to point out which was da Vinci.

Piero threw off the stick and was about to go up to fight when he broke in, but Zheng Fei grabbed his wrist and pinched it tightly, unable to move.

Piero hissed in pain and stared at him in surprise, a hint of anger in his eyes.

"Don't hit him. Zheng Fei didn't understand why he was saying this, probably instinctively wanting to protect the genius.

After a short period of silence, Piero instantly dissipated a lot of anger, took a deep breath and calmed down, looked at Leonardo da Vinci sternly, and asked, "What are you doing?"

"Take them to play......" da Vinci shimped, his fingers fiddling with the corners of his clothes.

"Set fire?Do you want to go to heaven?!"

These words made da Vinci's eyes light up, and he raised his head and said happily: "Yes!"

Piero was stunned.

"Dad, look at these little pieces of sawdust, they will fly when they burn!"

"What's the matter with you? You want to be burned too?"

"No...... You see, if the confetti can fly higher than the flames, it means that it is not the fire that lifts it up, but the air must be at work! As long as the air is collected and heated under the fire, it can fly!"

Immersed in the world of science, da Vinci was so excited that he couldn't help himself.

This series of analyses made Zheng Fei gasp and clench his fists.

Through a small experiment, the principle of hot air balloons was discovered, and the child in front of him was undoubtedly da Vinci himself. (To be continued.) )