While the Duke of Orleans was demonstrating to his teacher his understanding of art and poetry, which had been passed down from his grandfather, Ding Mu was earnestly sharpening a short sword in his room on the second floor of the tailor's shop.

The dagger was new, having been bought from a well-known blacksmith shop down the street for two Flynns, and although according to the blacksmith it was enough to slice through a whole piece of pig's trotter at once, he was still carefully sharpened on the gravel, or rather, he was familiar with the sword's habits.

Ding Mu originally thought that he should be nervous, after all, the person he just teased was not only the most powerful royal relative in France today, but more importantly, if there was no deviation, in two years, this person would succeed the short-lived Charles VIII and become the king of France!

Although the future Louis XII has the reputation of "the father of the people" in history, Ding Mu did not naively think that this Louis could easily let go of someone who had teased him because of this title.

What's more, for the Duke of Orleans, Ding Mu was too dangerous!

The danger of being kept secret at any time and anywhere is sure to make the Duke of Orleans want to get rid of it as soon as possible.

Therefore, Ding Mu knew that he really had to be careful during this time, otherwise he might be in danger of being killed by the men sent by the duke if he was not careful.

As for now, he was not worried, he estimated that with the brains of Orleans and his teacher, they were not so stupid as to want his life tonight, otherwise even a little common sense would suspect them.

Thinking of that teacher, Ding Mu shook his head, he didn't expect that he would meet the famous Michelangelo first, and then the most prestigious scholar and master in France so soon, just thinking that this Guillaume Fischer was now his 'enemy', Ding Mu felt that his luck seemed to be not so good.

Guillaume Ficher is a well-known humanist scholar in France since the time of Louis XI, and these are not the reasons for Ding Mu's headache, what really makes him feel that this person is not easy to mess with, is that he remembers that it was during the period when Guillaume Ficher was a court advisor, this student graduated from the University of Paris, and then taught at one of the oldest universities in Europe for many years, and once served as the royal advisor to the chief rector of the University of Paris, The policy of completely recovering the academic privileges of the University of Paris was carried out with no effort to the point that after the death of Guillaume Ficher, the teachers and students of the University of Paris, who had been completely deprived of the privileges of studying and gradually reduced to the instruments of the king and the royal family, collectively refused to attend the funeral of the alumni of the former alumnus whom they were once proud.

How can such a person not give people a headache, Ding Mu felt that his luck was really bad, and he actually offended such two people who must not be offended at once, but at that time he really had no choice.

Ding Mu knew the situation very well at that time, if he was indeed Alexandre Giuliante Cambrai, it should be the best choice to expose Orleans' identity on the spot, so that he could be rewarded by both the palace minister and the priest by virtue of this merit, but he was not.

Ding Mu knew very well what the Duke of Orleans would become, so his sudden incognito appearance in Sicily may have been a secret trip in his legendary life.

If Orleans falls to the Aragonese because of his revelations, even for a while, perhaps everything may change in the future.

Ding Mu was not so worried about whether it would change anything, and he disagreed with the so-called saying that a butterfly would cause a storm if it stirred its wings.

What Dynmu was really worried about was the threat he might lead to himself, for if the Duke of Orleans was to find out the real reason for his wanderings with the Gypsies, then the priest might have discovered his relationship with Quinto and the Abbey of Saint-Sebalon, which would have been terrible.

But now things are not much better, as soon as he thinks that he is being worried about two foxes, one big and one small, Ding Mu feels that this time it may be a bit troublesome.

There was a knock on the door, and Ding Mu couldn't help but clench his short sword, although he also knew that he might not be able to deal with Orleans' men with his two blows, but he was still prepared.

There was another knock on the door and then the door opened, and to Ding Mu's surprise, it was actually the slimy lady who used to patronize the tailor's shop in front of her husband and Osborne.

"It seems that Osborne is still very generous, he said you are at home, but why are you holding a sword?" The noble lady was first delighted, and then looked at Ding Mu with a little astonishment, "But your current appearance is really charming, look at this tightly knit brow and closed lips, your appearance should be shown to those sculptors, they will definitely get enough ideas from you, oh yes, they call that inspiration." ”

Ding Mu looked in amazement at the noble lady who began to circle around him, she was wearing an unusually exaggerated skirt today, the ruffled ornaments rising at the ends of the shoulders almost covered both of her cheeks, and the red and white stripes on the skirt stretched from the high mountains that Osborne had climbed to the bottom of the skirt, and then disappeared under a pair of openwork pointed-toe boots that were half-exposed at the skirt.

She made Ding Mu seem to see the queen on a playing card appear alive in front of him, in addition to feeling strange, what made him a little frightened was the noble lady's undisguised look that wanted to eat him alive.

Osborne this guy won't sell me, Ding Mu had a thought in his mind, he was really not interested in climbing those two mountains with Osborne, and what annoyed him was that Osborne actually made a bridge in the middle.

Ding Mu didn't believe that the tailor did this out of friendship or some other special hobby, he had heard enough about what the tailor had done, so he had reason to believe that there must be something going on here.

"Lady Neodora," Ding Mu finally remembered the name of the noble lady, "I wonder what is the matter with your sudden coming to my cabin, it is not appropriate for such a noble lady to be in such a place." ”

"I'm disappointed that you're so cold," Lady Niodora's face sank slightly, but soon smiled again, "I don't think it's appropriate for you to be here, after all, you are the treasurer of the priest, and soon the priest will become the bishop of Palermo." ”

Ding Mu's heart moved, and he began to feel that this lady might not be a pure nymphomaniac.

"My husband Zioni, he is a merchant," Lady Neodora mentioned her husband, the corners of her mouth obviously bent downward, but the pair of towering peaks pressed towards Ding Mu, that obvious disdain and hint made Ding Mu feel that his throat was somewhat dry on this spring night, "I know that he has always wanted to be a friend of the priest or the palace minister, but his status is too low, even when he is in the audience with the others, he can only get a common greeting from the two of them." ”

Speaking of this, Lady Neodora shrugged her chest to Ding Mu as if she was a little upset for her husband, but this result was that Ding Mu turned back to find the jug on the table.

This is really unbearable, Ding Mu, who had a dry mouth, hurriedly said secretly, as long as he thought about that Mr. Zioni, he felt sad for him, it is estimated that with this lady's style, the businessman's husband may have been green from head to toe all these years.

"Madame, you may be mistaken, I am only for the personal service of the priest," Ding Mu carefully explained, "you know that I am from Crete, and I hardly know many people in Palermo, and I have nothing to do to help you change your husband's situation. ”

Neodora wrinkled her forehead this time, and her face, which was originally rubbing powder, was slightly concentrated in the middle, making Ding Mu start to worry that if she continued like this, the layer of powder on her face would crack, and then fall off piece by piece.

"I'm telling you about my troubles, not my husband's," said Lady Neodora and put her hand on Ding Mu's arm, "if I want to help my husband I will go to the tailor downstairs, he is greedy but can do things, at least now my husband can get a little business from the palace minister." As for myself, I just want to get more comfort from you. ”

Didn't the tailor just comfort you, Ding Mu noticed that the two buttonholes on Madame Neodora's chest were almost screwed together in a misaligned position, and from that gap you could see a large white shiny thing.

Sensing Ding Mu's eyes, Lady Neodora first smiled proudly, and then looked down to see the strangeness on her clothes.

Because of too much powder, her face was red Ding Mu didn't know, but he was stunned to see that Madame Neodora simply ripped off the buckled rope, and in an instant, the white flower thing that was bound by the skirt jumped out of the tight upper collar of the skirt restlessly!

"Maybe you'd prefer it that way, little Greek."

Mrs. Neodora squeezed towards Ding Mu with a smile, and that kind of posture made him not doubt that she would first say the classic line of "if you cut your throat, no one will save you" that bullies will do, and then she turned into a female pervert and ravaged him.

Ding Mu's hand was a little itchy, and just as he was wondering if he should slap it, a cough suddenly came from outside the door, which was neither high nor low, which not only woke up the people in the room, but also not because it was too abrupt and embarrassing.

Lady Neodora looked back in astonishment, and saw the tailor standing in the doorway, smiling at them.

"Osborne, aren't you supposed to be talking to my husband right now?"

Madame's words made Ding Mu's head sweat again, he really admired the businessman's husband, what a broad mind he had to bear it.

"I'm sorry Madam, I don't want to disturb you, but the palace minister wants to see him." Osborne tapped Ding Mu with his chin.

"Gong Xiang, do you want to see this Greek?" Lady Niodora's voice immediately became a little high, and she turned her head to look at Ding Mu viciously, "You said before that you didn't know anyone in Palermo, and in a blink of an eye, the palace minister is already going to see you alone, you lying liar." ”

Why am I a liar, Ding Mu feels that he is really wronged, and he doesn't want to be ravaged by a female pervert or is it wrong?

"Madam, the palace minister's people are waiting below," Osborne obviously didn't want to let Lady Neodora entangle, looking at the woman who walked by angrily, he pouted to Ding Mu, "You should hurry up, the palace minister is sometimes an impatient." ”

Gong Xiang is sometimes an anxious child, so when will he become impatient?

Thinking about the tailor's words, Ding Mu followed the messenger through the silent street towards the palace, and he noticed that although the Aragonese guards on the street were a little less than in the previous days, they were still very strong.

This time he was taken into a remote room, a slightly dark room, empty except for a lamp with a dim glow.

Ding Mu felt uneasy in his heart, and he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

"Look who's coming," Gomez's body leaned out of the shadows behind the table, and the palace minister at this time looked completely different from the kind and enthusiastic before, and he looked at Ding Mu with eyes like a wild wolf staring at his prey, "In order to thank you for saving your life, I will give you a gift." ”

As he spoke, Gomez pushed something over.

Seeing the familiar short crossbow on the table, Ding Mu's heart suddenly tightened!