Giulio, the Medici had a lot to tell their mentors, but Cardinal Picromini didn't care about the slightest time, he was like a whirling hurricane, swept Giulio into the Palazzo Picromini: "Rest assured," he said: "Alexander VI is out on tour of Romagna, he won't be back for three months, we can relax a little, to be honest, he's not in Rome, I think the air is sweet." He was well aware of his disciple's habit of cleanliness, and had already arranged for hot water and baths in the sun, as well as perfume oil and anoint from the Arabs, and wine and pomegranates that had been chilled.

When he got home, the thought could not get rid of Giulio's mind, and he submerged himself in the warm, fragrant water, closed his eyes, and for a rare time thought nothing—when he got up, a clean, soft bed awaited him, and a piece of cheese and mouthwash, so that he would not wake up hungry or fall asleep because he had forgotten to clean his teeth.

Giulio had finished his morning prayer and slept until the ninth hour, when he had awoke, at three o'clock in the afternoon, when the window was open, and the light scent of jasmine had entered the room with the evening breeze from the courtyard, and it was quiet, but when Giulio was ready, a monk knocked at the door, and he said that Cardinal Picromini was waiting for him in the dining room.

After a meal of breakfast, lunch, or dinner, Giulio went back to rest for a while, at the urging of Cardinal Picromini, and when he woke up again, the monks had finished praying before bed, and Cardinal Picromini sat at Giulio's familiar desk, with a brass lampshade over the candle to ensure that the light would not disturb his rest.

Now that Giulio was awake, Cardinal Picromini gently turned the lampshade to the other side, allowing the light to fill the room, and it was then that Giulio realized that the cardinal was looking at the very ones he had given to Giuliano. Medici things—albums and books made of a combination of copperplate printing and movable type printing, they don't look as beautiful and clean as the monks' hand-copied Bibles, but they are superior to Michelangelo's and Leonardo da Vinci's artistic and literary talents, both the pictures and the text are outstanding, and Giulio also divided them into three contents, two types - the three contents are, persuasion to goodness, colored readings, and Caesar. Borgia's exploits; The two types are, more screen, less text; More text, less pictures.

Persuasion may be one of the many manuscripts, and Giulio's story is not out of the box, but for example, when describing how a good man bought Christian slaves from pagans, he asked the Christian slave to tell himself that he was a ceramic craftsman from Imola, and when the good man asked him how he could become a slave, he told the good man that he had been taken prisoner since Imola was attacked by a terrible lord and mercenaries. Sold by the mercenaries to the infidels, he lamented and tortured all day long, fearing that in the end he would not be able to invite a monk to pray for him, so he had to go to purgatory, but fortunately God heard his cry and sent him a good man to put an end to his suffering, but in the end, he could not help but weep for his fellow countrymen who could not escape from the sea of misery and still toiled under the whip of the infidels, and prayed for God's mercy to save them too...... And if it is a man of retribution, he says that the mercenary who did evil, though he went to the city with the money he had plundered, was either deceived by the devil, or was seriously ill and dying, but he did not even have a chance to open his mouth to repent, because he did not give those whom he had killed to repent, and went directly to hell...... There is also the story of a virgin who had the misfortune of causing harm to the mob and prayed to God, and God sent angels to tell her to identify those who had hurt her, and to punish and suffer their crimes......

However, the people are most fond of the colored pamphlets, and here it is the turn of the prostitute from Forlì to speak, of course, she was not a prostitute in the first place, but she has no home, no parents and no brothers, and in order to fill her belly and dress, she has to buy and sell skin and flesh; Or from a nun who barely escaped a catastrophe because she had a private meeting with her lover and hid in a cellar; Or how a young man who loves to talk witticisms was forced to be the soldier of the adult, and when he escaped, he was hidden under his skirt by the three sisters......

"So, do you know what that means?" Cardinal Picromini asked what he was talking about for Caesar. Although Borgia's books of exploits also describe how brutal and ruthless he was, people at this time, in addition to fear, may have admired such a tyrant, after all, in this era, violence and intrigue are still sincerely admired.

"A sheep chooses a lion instead of a giant elephant to be their king, and the other animals are astonished, and is he not afraid of the lion's claws and fangs? But the sheep said, 'It has claws,' and I have hooves, and he has fangs, and I have horns, and how similar we are, and if he becomes king, in time I will be king—and he did so, and when he saw the lion eating the hare, he rejoiced, and when he saw the lion eating the buffalo, he was proud, and when he saw the lion roaring at the great elephant, he followed—and when the lion came to eat him, he was afraid, but it was too late, and the lion was raised to be strong and strong, and his hooves could not hurt the lion's fur, and his horns, It was the lion's fangs and claws that could not pierce the lion's skin, but it was the lion's fangs and claws that killed him, but at that time, no matter what he said or did, it was too late. ”

Cardinal Picromini listened to the story and let out a long sigh: "Do you know what you have to do? ”

"I know."

"It's not the human body that you want to kill, it's the human mind, and there's nothing more dangerous than that, you know?"

"I know." "But I want people to see what the fruits of violence are," Giulio said. ”

Cardinal Picromini reluctantly put down the book in his hand: "What are you going to do? My baby. ”

"I know that now the Vatican Palace and the Holy See are in Lucrea. Borgia's hand," Giulio replied, "and she will know what is going on when she sees it, and I will wait for her to leave, and then I will give out these three types of pamphlets." ”

"Have you already chosen someone?"

"Hmm," Julio nodded, "Jacob. Sblelenger. ”

"Ah, it's that guy." Cardinal Picomini stared at Giulio: "So you haven't forgotten all along?" ”

"Nope." "But maybe you can forget it soon," Giulio said. ”

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Luclay. Borgia set out from Rome in mid-November to Ferrara, a long and dangerous journey through the Apennines, which were covered in a snowstorm, but both the Holy Father and the Duke of Ferrara were worried about long nights, so Luclecia had to travel day and night, hoping to walk through the most dangerous sections before the heavy snow fell.

The Holy Father had therefore prepared for her a very luxurious and warm axle, with a velvet interior, a brass skeleton, covered with heavy fur, but these things did not warm Lucrecia in the slightest, and she was full of anxiety, especially after hearing that her brother Caesar had connived with soldiers to plunder a city in Naples, and that the picture books proclaiming his exploits had been sent to her, in which Lucres could see no glory but a quagmire of danger.

As he was about to cross the steepest stretch of the Apennines, he was greeted by a distinguished lady, the Duchess of Urbino, who was in a sedan with Luclesia, but with a grim expression and without smiling, and without saying a word except by name. At this time, Lucrecia remembered that the Duchess was the adoptive mother of Donotti, the most beautiful lady in Venice, and that Donotti's disappearance with her female companion on Avenue Emilia was thought to be Caesar. What Borgia did, even Luclecia herself thought so, and the cold reception at this time could only be said that the Borgias were to blame, and she had to endure it silently.

But at the same time, she wondered, if she really hated her so much, why did this lady have to cross half of the Apennines at this time? She could have waited until she was a few dozen miles from Urbino to greet her, and even the Pope could not blame him in terms of etiquette. Vaguely uneasy, Lucres summoned her maid and told her to instruct her servants to prepare the bridles of Silverfoot and tie them to the side of her chariot.

And just as Silverfoot was clattering along Lucrecia's bridge, a terrible snowstorm came unexpectedly, and the lead-gray clouds pressed against the peaks, making people breathless at a glance.

Lucrecia wanted to find a place to avoid the blizzard, but the Duchess of Urbino insisted on going, and she had to comply.

The wind and snow were getting heavier, and Lucrecia and his party lined up in a line on the narrow mountain road, and in the shaking bridge, Lucrecia seemed to hear an unusual sound - she jumped up from the soft fur and was about to shout, but was grabbed by the arm of the Duchess, who is in her Chinese New Year's Eve and has more strength than Lucaresia, who is only twenty years old, grabbed Luclesia and threw her down on the bridge.

Lucrecia used all her strength to slam upwards, her forehead hit the duchess's nose hard, blood gushed out, and the iron hoop arms suddenly loosened, Lucrecia broke free from her shackles, rushed out of the bridge, and shouted: "Enemy attack! ”