Giulio was nominally Lorenzo and his wife's child, and he and his twin sister borrowed the identity of a pair of children who died in 1472, at a time when unbaptized children were considered guilty of sin and could not even enter the family cemetery, and outsiders did not understand the details, but Joe, as Lorenzo's eldest son, was very aware of this, because his father had repeatedly warned him that he must protect his cousin as if he were his own children—Jo was willing, He felt pity from the bottom of his heart for the two children, who had lost their father and mother at birth, and who had a beautiful face and a cheerful temperament, and was loved by many in the Medici palace, and Jo loved this sister very much, and loved the brother whom he had never met.

Of course, the love of his family is one thing, because of his advice, it is only natural that poor Joe would want to spank him after the creation of his most beloved, Bacchus.

Joe snorted through the atrium, the antechamber, he asked a priest before, Giulio and Lucretia went to Silver Lake, on the east side of the dock where the boat was tied, there was a group of Puju that stretched for nearly a hundred feet, because Puju is also a kind of herb, so Bishop Picromini often asked his students to collect some and come back to make potions, Lucles was not a student of the bishop, but her willingness to be with Julio almost made her brother Caesar jealous.

And the moment Qiao looked at the silver lake, the sunlight suddenly lost its previous scorching heat and dazzlingness, and the sky and the lake seemed to be burning with fire, cutting them apart by a black pine forest, and the top of the mountain peaks in the distance shimmered like a heavenly golden light...... In this light, the outlines of all things become soft and blurred, and the Pu Ju group is no exception, and every flower that is still in full bloom is like a star suspended in the dark clouds, white and dazzling, purple and luxurious, and among them, it seems that the two children who have fallen asleep because of fatigue are shrouded in the last light, their little hands are clasped together, their faces are close to each other, the flowers they have picked fall all over their bodies, their skin is white as if they are shining, and their black hair and blonde hair are like different colors of silk, if there is a painter now, There was a sculptor, there was a goldsmith, and he would have been able to create a great work of art.

As a Medici, perhaps more devout than the Holy Spirit, Joe's anger suddenly disappeared as if it had met a fire like water, and he stood there, his hands clasped together, his eyes filled with tears of emotion, and the beauty before him made him dare not even disturb or disturb it.

"But if they are allowed to do so," Caesar finally had to make himself the man of the scene, "it will catch a cold." "Temperatures in Rome at the end of October are still comparable to those in June in London, but in the evenings, especially by the vapoury lake, the wind is always a little chillier than elsewhere.

Before Joe could say anything, Julio woke up. Lucrecia volunteered to help him, but at the cost of a story, he had to pay upfront. Forced to accept this unjust contract, Julio had no choice but to revise and change the word about three little pigs, but before he could finish speaking, Lucrecia was satisfied with his waist and fell asleep on top of him, Bishop Picromini's scientific and indulgent "breeding" made her even heavier than when she was in Pienza, Giulio said three little pigs and thought about four little pigs...... There was no way for him to walk away, to read a book or do anything else, and the sun was so warm, and Pu Ju was so soft......

Luclayia was lifted up from him by Caesar, but Giulio couldn't move all of a sudden, Luclayia's little pig pressed half of his body with blood impassable, his limbs were first paralyzed, and then there was severe pain, fortunately there was Joe, but Joe was only a nine-year-old child after all, he could help Giulio sit up, but there was no way to take him away. At this moment there was the sound of eating laughter from the laurel tree, and before Joe could scream, their martial arts instructor, "Fighter", jumped down from the tree, took Julio from Joe's hand, and placed him on his back.

"You...... When did you first get there? Caesar asked, neither he nor the guards around him felt his presence until the man spoke. A martial arts teacher of the Medici family is only a servant to him, but if he is a master, then he should be respected.

"Start with the first pig." "The Fighter" said something that only Lucretia and Giulio could understand.

Caesar was not angry at his rudeness, a good and good man was always a little rebellious, and his father had taught him a long time ago why a leader needed tolerance and kindness, tolerance was to better restrain and control these arrogant strong, and kindness was to make them think that they could be arrogant forever. Of course, when mercy is not needed, Borgia's cruelty will be like a thunderbolt that prevents them from reacting.

"Are you a guest of the Medici?"

"No," said the "gladiator", "it's just Lorenzo. Medici. ”

Caesar let out a sigh in his heart, if the other party was only hired by the Medici family, then it was possible for him to buy the other party, but if it was Lorenzo. The Medici, who said that this man had received Lorenzo's favor and was his friend, and that it was not easy to buy a friendship or favor, he only hesitated for a moment, and then put the matter behind him for the time being.

They parted in front of the intersecting hallway, and Lucrecia had long since woken up, and she did not hear the end of the story, but she was keenly aware that Caesar was a little upset, and the little girl did not say a word, allowing her brother to carry her into her room.

Caesar told everyone to go away and took his arms: "Lucrecia," he said, "do you really like Giulio that much?" ”

"It's not ...... either" Luclayia shrugged, "and I don't like it that much." ”

"I don't think so," said Caesar, "you're with me, but you seem to have forgotten me, and I'm sad, Lucresia." ”

Hearing this, Lucretia immediately jumped off the bed, she could not distinguish between the lie and the truth, or rather, she had never doubted Caesar, she heard her brother say that, she immediately believed the truth, and deeply guilty, she hugged Caesar uneasily, and said incoherently, "Well, well," she cried out: "No one will be better than you, Caesar, I love you, no one can get more love from me than you but Daddy." She hesitated for a moment: "If you insist, Caesar, I will be separated from Giulio, and I will not go to him again." ”

"I'm just worried about you," Caesar said, "and you are the jewel of the Borgia family, and I don't want you to be harmed." He took Lucrecia's finger and said, "I've never seen you fall in love with a stranger like this before." ”

"But, Caesar, you said he was my brother too, and I could trust him." Lucrecia said.

Caesar gritted his teeth slightly, he deliberately indulged Lucrecia's dealings with Giulio. The Medici's identity, his family, and his own intellect and appearance all met his expectations of a close friend and ally, and Bishop Picromini had an unreasonable preference for him, which Borgia could not get from a stern bishop, the Medici could. The problem was that Caesar was only eight years old after all, and he still felt irrepressible jealousy after seeing that Lucrecia and Giulio were almost inseparable.

He tried to convince himself that he was only worried that Luracia would be deceived and used as he said he would be, but the devil in his heart was laughing at him loudly.

After Caesar left, Lucrecia fell asleep under the service of the nurse, but she could not help but sigh secretly one after another, unlike Caesar's thoughtfulness, although Lucrecia was intelligent, she had not been contaminated with the filth of the world, she was as simple as a fluffy little animal, and she couldn't help but feel sad at the thought that she would never be with Julio again.

It was not for nothing that Luclays liked Giulio, and even Caesar could see that Julio was so tender, loving, and respectful from his heart, and his appearance was so in line with Luclays's preferences - Luclesia's hair color was light gold like the morning light, the hair color of his brothers and brothers was dark brown in the dark or unnatural light, and golden brown in the sun, their mother was blonde, and the maids and nurses around him were also light hair. But what Lucres liked since he was able to distinguish between beauty and ugliness was black hair like the night, and Giulio's black hair was not as hard and straight as some people, and it made his master look arrogant and unreasonable, his black hair was as soft as a lamb, with inconspicuous curls, his skin was fair, his fingers were long, and his golden eyes might be considered by ignorant people to belong to the devil, but in Lucrea's view, it was the color of the stars and the Holy Spirit.

And also...... Even Caesar wouldn't know that there is another very important reason why she likes Giulio, and that is ...... He smells like a cat, a cat!

Lucretia loves cats.

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Giulio certainly wouldn't have known that before he described Lucrecia as a piglet, Lucles had long since thought of him as a big cat to sleep with.

In fact, not only Lucrecia, but also those around Giulio would find Giulio to smell good, not the pungent smell of spices and perfumes, but the soft and clean smell of nature, mixed with rosin, grass and sunshine - only this pleasant smell is very valuable, in this era, because of the epidemic of the Black Death in the early fourteenth century, public baths have long been outlawed, and if a person wants to bathe in hot water at home, he first needs a wooden barrel. Then there is the silk laid on the barrels, because without silk, the burrs on the boards will make people bruise, and then the ordinary iron pot can only boil only a third of the water in the bath barrel, and the soap (pine cone powder and butter, or butter, sheep fat and plant ash) used before and after bathing, sesame oil, perfume, are almost as precious as gold.

Moreover, the doctors also said that cleaning the body with water would lead to diseases, such as scrubbing the face with water, which would cause vision loss, colds and dental problems, and would be more sensitive to changes in cold and warmth, etc., and the church also believed that the dirty people were more religious, and this kind of complicated things that were quite cumbersome even for the aristocracy and the rich gradually disappeared from people's lives.

However, all the strict rules do not seem to affect the upper levels of the pyramid, just as the bishop of Perugia can generously prepare the barrels for them to bathe in the convent of St. Francis, and the favored pupils of Picomini can exercise their privileges. Even so, Giulio, who has always been cautious, only needs a pot of boiling water, three clean cotton cloths, and some medicinal powder to complete the daily cleaning work, and in terms of diet, he is light and simple, and when there is no suitable food, a little dry bread can be used, so that there is no disgusting stench in the mouth.

The Medici's surname meant that the little fellow would not feel deprived of servants and supplies, and he might not change new clothes every day, as some rampant fools do, but he did not have to worry about the clothes being damaged by the necessary washing, or going to the hard labor of himself.

Sometimes, the "Gladiator" thinks that there may be a master in the dark who guides people to where they need to go, and when the child does not know the position of the Medici family and his identity, he reveals an Assassin trait - no Assassin will allow himself to carry a foul smell or the smell of perfume or oil, which will mercilessly reveal their location, or become a clue for the enemy to track and search, but they are not as extravagant and calm as the little Medici, They use a peculiar potion that eliminates the smell.

"When did you find me in the tree?" In the hallway, the "fighter" asked quietly.

"If it weren't for you," asked Julio, rhetorically, "how dare I fall asleep by the Silver Lake?" ”

"The Fighter" burst into a hearty laugh, "You have great talent, kid," he said, "and it looks like we can start teaching tomorrow." ”

The teachings of the Assassins, the "Gladiator" said in mind, maybe Lorenzo. The Medici would have been furious about it, but they would never give up on a good candidate who could become an assassin.