Don Bavi struggled to put on a splendid robe with the help of his servant, and as he watched the servant crouch down to put his shoes on his feet, he moved his toes with a little effort and kicked the servant aside.

"Mandosa, you come," Don Bavi said to his entourage standing next to him, seeing the retinue come over and kneel in front of him and carefully put on his boots, Don Bavi leaned forward, and reached out a little tremblingly to grab the ear of the retinue called Mandosa, making him look up at himself, "Mandosa, remember what I told you?" ”

"Yes sir," the attendant nodded sullenly, and then went on with his work, tightening the stocking cord that was exposed to his boots a little harder, and after looking up and asking Don Bavi if he felt unwell, he relaxed a little.

The boots are made of a single piece of cowhide sanded and sewn, and the upper is carved with many patterns, and the holes in the leather connected by silk threads with colorful patterns form swirls of different colors like clouds.

It was just a pair of boots, and once covered by the robe, few people could see its magnificence, and the outer robe was even more luxurious, at least the cloud shoulders made mostly of gold leaf thread were enough to make many people feel staggered by the price of the garment.

"If I'm destined to die one more day, then I should be wearing the most gorgeous dress for that moment." Tang Bawei raised his hand a little hard and stroked the robe, in fact, this dress is not comfortable to wear, heavy and stiff, because a lot of gold and silver threads are used on the robe, so that this robe feels as if trapped in a moving coffin, and Tang Bawi, who is already unable to move, looks like those terrible mummies in the tomb of the Oriental at this time.

Although it was said that there was going to be a grand wedding, in reality any pomp and circumstance seemed so abrupt that the procession that was supposed to parade around the city had to abandon this unrealistic plan, and the welcome ceremony that was supposed to be held in the square in front of the Cathedral of Seville was cancelled.

Sister Alfurt, now presumably Princess Alfurt, dressed up as a group of noble ladies, dressed up in lavish gowns that she had never worn before, with precious jewelry, and a tiara that had been hastily made the night before.

"What a beautiful bride you are." One of the noblesmen seemed to stop when she said this, shrugged her shoulders as if she didn't know what to say next, and then stepped aside for the others to come and continue dressing the princess.

The bride had a long veil, and the scarf that had been dragged far away required a few innocent children to drag it, but this also seemed to have become a trouble, for no nobleman seemed to want his children to do this good deed, which should have been fought for.

So the veil behind the bride's dress had to be temporarily replaced with a large cloak, at least so that there would be no need for more people to help.

It was in such an atmosphere that seemed to be perfunctory everywhere that the wedding started on time in the morning.

It's just that the atmosphere is really bad, many people stand outside the church and wait and whisper a lot of chatter, and the hesitation between people's expressions is in stark contrast to the festive atmosphere that the wedding should have, and everyone seems to have the feeling that this is probably the last madness of the Andalusian aristocratic coalition.

In the wee hours of the morning, an emissary sent to Malaga to negotiate with the Queen of Sicily arrived, bringing back news that shocked the Andalusian nobles.

When the messenger said that the queen had declared war on them only because of a purely diplomatic protest, no one doubted whether it had been planned for a long time.

It's just that they never thought that the civil war between the kingdoms of Aragon would suddenly implicate Castile without warning, which made the Andalusian nobles, who were still sneering at the Aragonese infighting not long ago, completely unable to turn this corner for a while.

Although I don't want too many people to know, this kind of news is of course impossible to block, so when the morning comes, the bell rings everywhere in the city of Seville for the wedding, the news of the imminent war between the Sicilian army and the coalition army has already spread throughout the city.

Don Bavi stared at the church door in a wheelchair, and there were a large number of his guards standing not far from him and in all corners of the church, and he didn't know if anyone would have the audacity to stop the wedding or simply want his life at this time, so he was ready for anything.

The Vice-Bishop of Seville stood alone in front of the altar, since he offered to cooperate with the coalition forces, many of the priests of the Church of Seville were reluctant to associate with him anymore, and to the dejection of the Vice-Bishop, it was not long before he could stand in this coveted position, and the Andalusian rebels seemed to have come to the end of their fate.

This made the vicar feel uneasy about his future Ning, maybe he would not have any worries about his life when the rebels were exterminated, but it is conceivable that his future would end here.

Outside the church came the sound of a motorcade, and soon a servant hurried in and whispered a few words in the ear of Don Bavi's entourage, who immediately bent down and whispered to the duke: "Sir, the princess's convoy has arrived, and everything is going well." ”

Tang Bawi's stiff face twitched, as if he was laughing, and then he snorted softly, motioning for his retinue to push him forward.

Inside and outside the church, countless pairs of eyes moved with the approaching motorcade, and when the carriage stopped at the entrance of the church, Princess Alft, dressed in a gorgeous wedding dress, stepped slowly down on the wooden bench placed in front of the car door, and a burst of stunned and even panicked whispers came from the crowd.

Although the claim to the throne of Castile was made in her name, not many people had actually seen the "Princess Alfurt".

Despite the many rumors about the princess, the Andalusian nobles were surprised by surprise, confusion, and even anger when they saw a young woman with clearly half-blood characteristics appear in front of them.

In fact, even the nobles who had actually seen Maria in Aragon, so knew that it was a real twin sister, were incredulous or unacceptable to what they saw.

The majesty of the House of Astamara was shaken at least in Seville at this moment, which made many Andalusian nobles feel indescribably at a loss.

Faced with the situation that the royal army was about to collapse on all fronts, many nobles had already planned to surrender, but now looking at this woman of the Astamara family who obviously had Moorish characteristics, the Andalusian nobles felt that the surrender of an enemy like this was the greatest insult to themselves.

Although Don Bavi's hearing was not very good, so he did not hear the uproar outside, but when he saw Princess Alfurt enter the church, the strange expressions of the nobles near him, he could imagine that the scene outside was probably more exciting.

The corners of Don Bavi's mouth twitched in a mischievous look, and he raised his hands with some struggle, reaching out to the bride who was walking towards him, and when Princess Alfurt came to him, he looked up at the young woman who could have been his granddaughter, and smiled with satisfaction.

Perhaps because the atmosphere was so strange, or because the groom's situation was inconvenient, the vicar presided over a simple ceremony, except for the pouring of holy water and the steps of both parties swearing that their marriage was lawful and pure on the basis of the Bible, and declaring that their holy marriage was dedicated to God.

When it was announced that the marriage was recognized and protected by God, many people held their breath.

They wondered if the vicarina would be punished on the spot for this blasphemous act before the bride actually challenged the dignity of the Church, declaring that it was a holy marriage protected by God.

And many people have already heard that the vicar vibrated slightly when the marriage was declared legal.

However, there was neither a bolt from the blue, nor a strange person who declared his opposition to the marriage and then came to snatch it, and the wedding ended in a strange atmosphere.

When the vicar declared their marriage legal, Don Bavi's body fell slightly, he leaned on the back of his wheelchair a little tiredly, his breathing was a little short, and the corners of his mouth even drooled a few times, but his cloudy eyes shone with excitement.

From now on, his relationship with the Astamara family has truly become inseparable.

He is now married to Isabella's daughter, which means that their children also have the future right to the throne of Castiria, which means that even if he dies and Ferdinand declares the marriage null and void, this does not erase the fact that the marriage once existed.

Don Bavi looked at the nobles who were watching the ceremony, and there was a hint of sarcasm in his eyes, he knew that these people were already thinking differently, and he was also annoyed that he had believed that these people could accomplish great things.

But it's still too late, he believes things will turn around, and that turning point starts with this wedding.

According to custom, the wedding should be followed by a grand party, but this step was simply canceled by Don Bavi because he was at war, and the nobles were not in the mood for any banquets, and now the people of Seville were in a state of panic, and everyone was thinking about their own way out.

The light cavalry of the royal army had already appeared outside the city, and although there were few of them, the vanguard of the royal army, which was already composed of a sizable scout force, began to harass the coalition forces defending outside the city of Seville.

The fall of Bingolola made the Andalusians realize that their defeat was inevitable, and with the upper and lower banks of the Guadaville River already occupied by the royal army, Seville had become an isolated city.

However, it is still too late to get out of the city, although it is no longer possible to escape by water, but it is still possible to find a way to reach the coastal port by land, and then go to sea to escape for your life.

However, not only is this road much more difficult than the waterway, but the road is not smooth, except for the bandits who may have been infested in the first place, the stragglers who escaped in the war have also become the most dangerous bandit scourge.

Just a day earlier, some of the nobles who had quietly fled Seville had been confronted by terrible robbers who had lost not only their money but also their lives, which is why many had hitherto hesitated to leave or stay.

However, Don Bavi seemed to have lost all this, and even announced that he would be alone with his wife for a while as soon as the wedding was over, and as for the affairs of the city, he generously handed them over to his comrades.

People had to say goodbye to the newlyweds with mixed feelings, and right in front of the church, they watched Don Bavi get into the carriage with his wife with the help of his attendants, and then make his way to the Doge's palace under the protection of the guards.

"Can anyone tell me what this man is thinking right now?" A nobleman finally couldn't help but ask the man next to him, "Gonzalo's army is coming, and the Sicilians have cut us off, but now he is in a hurry to keep warm with his Moorish wife, has he gone mad?" ”

"Don Bavi is not that kind of person," said the other man, looking at the back of the car in the distance with the same puzzled face, but with some uncertainty, "he has participated in the Reconquista, and he has experienced more things than all of us combined, so don't underestimate him, you can know that he chose to support Isabel when everyone was not optimistic about her, you can know this person's vision." ”

"But what is he doing now?" The nobleman before asked unwillingly, "Did he think that he could stop Gonzalo's army with a wedding?" ”

"No, I don't know what he's having, but we need to be careful, Don Bavi isn't easy to deal with."

"That's right, he's so relieved to hand over power to us, don't think it's a good thing." Another nobleman walked over, standing with his two companions and looking at the back of the convoy that was about to disappear, "We also have to make some preparations, I heard that the Sicilian army has marched on the line Carmona. ”

"God, is it coming so quickly, we haven't figured out what to do yet."

The news caused a stirring uproar, and several nobles hurried towards the barracks with their men, thinking not about how to defeat the enemy, but about how to have a decent chance of surrendering to the enemy.

However, now that the Sicilian army had joined the fray, the Andalusian nobles had a new alternative to Gonzalo's royal army, but this also led to a better debate over who to surrender to.

The coalition of the Andalusian aristocracy is now disheartened and on the verge of collapse at any time.

The convoy moved slowly, and Don Bavi, who was sitting in the carriage, leaned tiredly against a corner, forcing his eyes.

He didn't know that Princess Alfurt was looking at him carefully at this time, looking at his aging face and his hands that trembled nervously from time to time even when he took a nap, Princess Alfurt's face was calm, and he couldn't see any thoughts.

"I'm old, am I," Don Bavi, who had always closed his eyes, suddenly burst out of his mouth, and he slowly opened his eyes to look at his wife, "who wants to marry such an old man who is dying, I can't let you enjoy the pleasures of being a woman, and even I don't know if I will live to see our child born, it is indeed very unfair to you." ”

Princess Alfurt opened her mouth but didn't speak, and Don Bavi's words seemed to make her think of something bad, and her face finally showed uneasiness.

"Is it because I mentioned that the child upset you," Don Bavi grinned, "this is probably the only guarantee I can leave to you, and I can't guarantee the rest, given the current situation." ”

Looking at Don Bavi's strange expression, the indescribable uneasiness in Princess Alfurt's heart became more and more serious, and she somehow vaguely felt as if something bad was about to happen.

Perhaps it was because the situation had changed that he had become more and more distrustful of the Andalusian nobles, and just a few days earlier Don Bavi had ordered the redeployment of the guards guarding the Doge's Palace, replacing all the Doge's Palace guards with his cronies, and transferring the Allied forces elsewhere, which caused the displeasure of the other nobles, but at Don Bavi's insistence, the matter was put to rest.

With the unfavorable situation on the front, more troops have been stationed in the Doge's Palace, the gates of the Doge's Palace have been reinforced, more guards have been placed on the walls, and just a few days ago, merchants have been constantly transporting food to the Doge's Palace, all of which seem to prove that Don Bavi is ready to resist until the last in the event of the fall of Seville.

"I'm not going to surrender, I know a lot of them are going to surrender, but I'm not going to surrender, and we all know that Ferdinand can't accept my surrender, so I'll fight until the last minute."

As his attendant pushed him forward, Don Bavi said to his wife, who was following him, "I knew from the day I decided to turn your parents against you, after all, it was Isabella and Ferdinand, the most remarkable men of the Astamara family. ”

Hearing that the man who was an enemy of her parents praised them so unsparingly, Princess Alfurt could not help but show a hint of fascination, and at this time she had a strong desire to know what it was like to be so praised by the enemy.

At the same time, her mood was extremely complicated, after all, the old man in front of her, who looked like he might fall down and couldn't get up at any time, was her husband.

"Oh, I'm a little tired," said Don Bavi to his attendant, "Mandoza send me to my bedroom." ”

Just as the attendant pushed Don Bavi forward, Don Bavi seemed to remember something and said to Princess Alfurt beside him: "Madame, your room is next door to me, and there is a door between our rooms. ”

Princess Alfurt paused and watched as her attendant pushed Donbawi into the room, and after a moment of pause, she looked at the closed door and led the maid into the next room.

The sound of doors opening and closing in the hallway was clearly audible, as well as the footsteps of the maids leaving, and the sound of leather boots stepping farther and farther on the floor as the guards passed, and Mandoza stood in front of Don Bavi, who was not lying down, but sat in a wheelchair, listening carefully to the movement outside, and after a while he nodded to Don Bavi.

"Are they all gone," Don Bavi muttered, his gaze fixed on Mandoza until he saw the attendant look uneasy, and then he waved his hand, "You can go." ”

Mandoza licked his lips and tried to say something, but was stared at by Don Bavi's fierce gaze, and he mustered up the courage to walk to the door that connected the two rooms, and after looking back at his master again, he finally opened the door and walked in.

Looking at the door that did not close, Tang Bawei waited motionless in his wheelchair, although his ears were already very bad, but he still faintly heard some quarrels, and then it seemed that a very chaotic sound came from the open door, his cloudy eyes narrowed slightly, the corners of his drooling mouth twitched a few times, and his face showed a complicated expression that he didn't know whether it was anger or smugness.

"A child, hurry up and conceive a child, as long as that woman has a child, even if I die, the Don Bavi family will always be a contender for the throne of Castile."

Listening to the sound coming from next door, Don Bavi couldn't stop whispering with a hideous expression, and the voice sounded like a curse.