Joanna is young, and it doesn't matter if she's pretty or not.

The point is that she is a widow.

Alexander suddenly found himself overlooking such an important matter.

According to custom, although Ferdinand was dead and his uncle Frederick inherited the throne of Naples, Joanna still held the title of Queen of Naples, either as a descendant of the original family of Aragon or as Ferdinand's wife.

If it weren't for the fact that Frederick originally had a wife and his power was not small, in order to stabilize the throne, Frederick might not have the idea of marrying his niece and daughter-in-law to stabilize his identity.

But even so, Joanna and Naples are still inextricably linked, and it is hard to imagine what would have happened if Joanna's son Alfred had been Joanna's next husband, and Frederick's son Alfred had died so early that he had lost his heir.

Thinking about it, Alexander realized that the stormy affection that Constantine de la Rovere suddenly showed for Joanna probably contained a lot of things.

And what about Xia San?

She was the daughter of Alfonso II and the sister of Ferdinand, and if her uncle Frederick had no heir in the future, was it possible that she would also inherit the throne of Naples?

Thinking of this, Alexander suddenly felt that Joanna's assassination might be more complicated than he thought.

In Rome, at least, her safety is at stake for more than one person's future.

Thinking of this Alexander has a little headache, the woman who originally seemed to be a pure widow suddenly became a hot sweetheart, and she also hooked up with her father-in-law unclearly, which made Alexander's head a little big, and this kind of trouble is destined to get worse and worse.

Because obviously, Giovanni and Chasan suddenly showed the intention of solicitation, so that he knew very well that their real purpose was just to let the people around Joanna become their helpers, it is conceivable that such an isolated widow, surrounded by a group of men who secretly took refuge in others, no one can imagine what will happen after a long time.

"The people of the Rovere family are very cunning," Xia Sang showed a look of disgust, she looked at Alexander, as if to know his reaction to her words from his expression, seeing that Alexander did not show any agreement, she continued without care, "This family used to be very prominent in Rome a few years ago, but that is all in the past, and now even if they come back, it is not what it used to be, and the Rovere family has fallen." ”

I don't think so, Alexander said to himself.

In the future, the Rovere family would become the same as the Borgia family, and at least the family's reputation would be much better than that of the Borgia, who had a bad reputation of depravity, intrigue, decay, and even breaking through the taboo of blood relatives.

Of course, the Rovere family was now in bad luck, and although they had returned to Italy thanks to the French, as the French army continued to retreat, they would soon have to be men with their tails between their legs, and they might even have to be driven out of Rome and the Italian peninsula again.

"I don't want to see someone from the Rovere family harassing my sister-in-law, so I hope someone can help me protect her." Shasan looked at Alexander.

She had said so much before, and it was already obvious that she meant to solicit, she was now waiting for Alexander to respond, if everything went well Joanna had an extra group of people around her who obeyed her orders, so that at least Joanna would have to obey their arrangements during this time in Rome.

"It is my duty to protect Her Majesty Joanna, both as a vassal of Naples and as a reward for her."

Alexander's answer was flawless, but it didn't show much to make people think that it was a sign of allegiance, which made Xia San's face involuntarily show a hint of disappointment.

"It would be best if that did, and we all hope that Her Majesty Joanna will be happy during his time in Rome."

Giovanni did not show displeasure at Alexander's answer that was not satisfactory enough, he always smiled, and when Chassan was about to say something more, he interrupted slightly, and then enthusiastically led Alexander to his Gilpitz Palace.

The Gilpitz Palace is a museum with a rich collection, whether it is early paintings and sculptures in the ancient Roman and Gothic styles, mosaics in the Eastern Roman style with a strong oriental color, or precious weapons from the Moorish countries, Alexander was envious, and he was surprised to see Botticelli's works in Giovanni's palace.

As the undisputed capital of art of our time, Florence was undoubtedly the most fascinating place of art, and Botticelli was one of the most admired masters in this art mecca at this time.

Leonardo da Vinci also indulged in his unbelievable whims.

Michelangelo is just beginning to emerge.

Raphael is still just a beginner.

So the most brilliant master today is Botticelli.

Botticelli never left Florence for almost his entire life, and his fate was forever linked to the art capital, and although he left many works for posterity, he also destroyed many of his own masterpieces, and few Botticelli paintings can be found outside of Florence.

So when he saw that the ceiling of the Gilpitz Palace actually had a holy picture of the Three Dynasties that was not inferior to the ceiling painting of the Sistine Chapel, Alexander couldn't help but open his mouth slightly.

"It's a miracle," exclaimed Alexander in a way that only he could understand.

The reason why he sighed so much was because he knew that the only time Botticelli painted outside of Florence in his life was when he was called to the Vantican to paint the Sistine Chapel more than ten years ago, and that trip was almost the only time in Botticelli's life that he went abroad.

So when he saw that in addition to the Sistine Chapel, Botticelli also left his masterpiece in the Gilpitz Palace, Alexander was surprised and couldn't help but wonder, how could such a masterpiece be unknown in later generations?

Giovanni, who saw him like this, tilted his head slightly and looked at the zenith painting that he had long been familiar with, but every time he looked closely, he would be delighted with inexplicable delight.

"Some people don't like Botticelli's work, thinking that he is surrendering to the world and even degenerate," Giovanni said casually, he didn't really expect the hillbilly to understand his words, how could a small lord from the countryside of Lower Italy understand the meaning of such a great work, but no matter how he could have someone with him to see these great works, it was enough. It's even kitsch and depraved, but I love the style, it's a masterpiece that looks so gorgeous that you want to fit in. ”

"You're right about the Duke, great work."

Alexander chimed in, watching Giovanni completely immersed in his obsession with the painting, knowing that the duke's exclamation was clearly not meant to him, and that he did not want to show anything special in front of these people, let alone tell the duke, that it was probably the only painting in Botticelli's life that he had created for himself outside of Florence for a private person.

Giovanni's exclamation didn't last long, and just as he was about to continue to say something to express his feelings, an attendant walked briskly from afar, and he leaned over and whispered something in Giovanni's ear.

Immediately, Giovanni's smile disappeared, and a hint of gloom appeared on his face, which had always looked relaxed and happy.

"It seems that I can't keep you to continue admiring these great masterpieces, but fortunately you will stay in Rome for a long time, and there will always be a chance." Giovanni smiled at Alexander, the unhappiness he had felt before was gone, and even after Alexander bowed and turned away, he still had a smile on his face.

It was only when Xia San walked up to his side that Giovanni's expression slowly sank.

"This person, is it useful to us?" Xia Sang also looked at the back of Alexander in the distance, "A farmer in the countryside." ”

"A farmer in the countryside may sometimes be more useful than a nobleman who has nothing to offer, like your husband." Giovanni shook his head disapprups.

"Jeffrey is your brother." Xia Sang pursed his lips slightly.

"So that's what's worse." Giovanni shook his head and said helplessly, "Alright, let's go see Jeffrey, he's almost there." ”

As Alexander left the Girpitz Palace, he saw a carriage with the Borgia coat of arms and protected by several guards parked in front of the palace.

The man was obviously in a hurry, so before the carriage could stop, a nimble figure had jumped out of the carriage, and although it was a little far away, Alexander saw that it should be a young man, or rather a teenager.

The boy was dressed in a striking crimson over-the-knee robe, a pair of white trousers peeking out from the hem of the robe, and a black velvet hat on his head, a long tassel that dragged from the back to his shoulders, and swayed as he moved, reducing the gloom on the boy's face that did not match his age.

The young man glanced at Alexander who had come out of the palace, and then walked briskly past him, while several of the guards next to him looked at Alexander with wary eyes, who couldn't help but look back at the young man's back.

This unhappy-looking teenager is probably Jeffrey Borgia. Alexander secretly guessed.

Jeffrey Borgia, who married Napoli's Chassan at the age of 12, should be 14 years old now, the age of rebellion and irritability.

Young people of this age have the stubbornness and suspicion of everyone who consider themselves mature, and the easily excited personality because of the restlessness of youth always makes them make all kinds of impulsive decisions, and if the teenager really has the ability and conditions to turn these decisions into action, then they will often do things that will stun the elders and adults.

Looking at the back of Jeffrey Borgia angrily entering the Gilpitz Palace, and thinking about Giovanni's inexplicable loss of life less than a year later, Alexander looked up at the rather majestic palace in front of him, and couldn't help but think of the Botticelli painting in the Gilpitz Palace, which was never known to later generations.

For a moment, Alexander felt that the palace had become less comfortable.

There were many French soldiers patrolling the streets.

Slowly, Alexander noticed that in addition to the Tiber River as the boundary and never bridged by the French, it seemed that there were some places on the east bank of the Tiber that they did not visit.

These include a large area of chaotic-looking, but row-by-row houses that are bustling with people.

The carriage that drove Alexander back happened to pass through this neighborhood.

The streets are chaotic, and the doorways of the houses on the street are filled with various stalls, which make the street narrow and look like a big bazaar.

But a lot of people don't stop in front of the stalls, people go in and out of the houses.

There were always some men in dark robes hunched over and hurried in and out, and many more seemed to be whispering, gathering in groups of three or five to whisper something.

The people on this street look a little strange.

Alexander casually leaned on the side of the carriage and looked out, the neighborhood was crowded and busy, and there was a tension that seemed to be urging people forward that was not found anywhere else.

"Greedy and lowly Jews," muttered the messenger who had been with Alexander, and when he saw Alexander looking over, he pointed out of the car, "these places are inhabited by Jews, who make their fortune by lending money from usury and other sordid businesses that God knows, and who run about all day long like a herd of goats driven away by whips, but the whips that drive them must be made of gold, otherwise they would not have moved a step further if they were killed." ”

Alexander nodded, he knew that the reputation of the Jews was also bad today, in fact, if you think of the image of Shylock in The Merchant of Venice, you can understand how despised and disliked the Jews are.

Although, at this time, Shakespeare's grandfather was not yet born.

Although, Shylock is precisely the person who seems to be the real flesh-and-blood character in the drama "The Merchant of Venice".

Alexander was so cranky until he inadvertently looked up and saw a familiar figure in the midst of the crowd.

And the man also saw Alexander in the carriage.

That man was Kunto's brother, the same Crean beside Palermosdo, Afonso!