Katerina. Sforza may have wanted to kill in anger at the time, but as she said, she was first and foremost a lord, a ruler, and a few days later her messenger arrived in Florence and attended the wedding of Bianca and Giuliano as a witness, witnessed their round house, and then took away fifty thousand gold florins, and Bianca insisted on returning her fifty thousand gold florins, and Consterna was more determined than her: "This is also part of the marriage contract," she said sternly, "Do you want it to be unrecognized?" ”

Bianca was frightened, of course she didn't want to, so she saved the money well, and she had the feeling that she might be able to use it soon.

Little Cosimo was of course reluctant to leave his father, but he was always a smart and rational child, and after finding that neither crying, nor noisy, or his own short legs could not bring him his father, he quieted down, but always looked a little listless, Bianca and Giuliano were in a hurry, if at first they were just working for their benefactor, then after getting along with little Cosimo, who could not fall in love with him? And, as far as Giuliano is concerned, unlike Pierrot, he still admires Giulio quite a bit - what Giulio did when Charles VIII invaded Florence, as a Medici, he naturally would not be excluded from the know, and he would be asked to say that if Giulio were to come and be the head of the Medici family, he would be ten thousand willing. Or even the tyrant of Florence, Giulio. The Medici were perfectly capable of doing the job – even if Pierrot's stupidity was the result of Pierrot's stupidity in the near annexation of Florence by France, the members of the Seventy were helpless, and if it weren't for Giulio, Florence would not have retained its current independent status.

If little Cosimo was (he almost certainly) the son of the grown-up, Giuliano was genuinely willing to love him like a true father, and perhaps he could see that little Cosimo had re-nailed the Medici dot coat of arms to every corner of Florence, as their great-grandfather had done.

As for Bianca, although she is unable to have children, and even if she could, she would not want to give birth to a child with Sforza blood, she still has a natural motherhood, and when she saw little Cosimo for the first time, her heart was so soft that it seemed to melt, if she could, she could hold the child all day and all night, for which she did not even hand over little Cosimo to the nanny as is traditional.

"Did little Cosimo eat it?" Giuliano couldn't help but ask when he saw Bianca come out with a small silver bowl with a sad face.

"Ate a little." Bianca replied, tilting the small bowl and letting Giuliano see the apple puree inside, the apple puree had not yet changed color, it was very fresh, but it was true that only a small piece was dug up, and Bianca felt that this piece was still a piece that little Cosimo had been busy with for a long time, and in order to express her gratitude, she reluctantly ate a few bites, and seeing that he had no appetite for eating, Bianca took the bowl back in distress.

"Let's get some goat's milk for him." Giuliano said.

"The lord said he should have eaten some real food." "I remember my brother eating milk oatmeal," Bianca said. ”

"I've eaten it too," said Giuliano, "and according to my nanny, I like it." ”

"Then try." Bianca said.

"It's better not to." A voice suddenly interjected between them, causing two young men and women to leap from their chairs, and the silver bowl fell to the ground and rolled all the way to the underside of a darkly colored robe, where it was picked up by a bruised hand.

"At this time the child can eat eggs, cheese, berries, boiled vegetables, minced fish and meat." The old man said, "Milk oatmeal...... It was something made by irresponsible nannies, and the child was made to be thin and weak, and easily sick and died. Phew, it's all bastards, and in order to give birth to another child as soon as possible, the mother would rather waste her milk on the sheets—I'd rather let her child eat something that is nourishing and coarse, and look at you, Giuliano, and you, Bianca, you're all lucky, you didn't starve, you didn't choke to death—so, although he didn't need a nursing mother, if possible, in addition to the food I said, give him some mother's milk, preferably the kind that had just given birth to a baby. ”

Giuliano moved his lips, and the ...... The uninvited guest, dressed in the most common black robes worn by the pilgrims, with a hood and linen rope tied around his waist, without a single jewel in sight, and if it were not for the pale face and hands like a chalk of parchment, one would have thought him to be a poor commoner—but his form, pace, and momentum were the opposite, and as he strode towards the room where little Cosimo was, Giuliano found that he could not breathe, and could not scream.

Thankfully, Ezio arrived, "rest assured," he said, "that's ...... You should treat him as the father of the adult, and he will never hurt little Cosimo. ”

When Ezio entered the room, Cardinal Picromini was intently looking at the child in the cradle: "Well," he said, with the attitude of a chef estimating a good piece of meat, "not bad, although he doesn't seem to be as smart as his father, but ...... Not bad," just as he said this, the child opened his eyes: "Oh," exclaimed Cardinal Picromini, "except for these stupid eyes! ”

Ezio walked over with a sneer, "There are also emeralds on the foundations of the gods, which are also spiritual colors. "You can't say it's not good-looking just because it inherited the color of the child's mother.

Cosimo Jr. recognized Ezio and began to look curiously at Cardinal Picromini, who held out a finger that he immediately held firmly.

Cardinal Piccromini stretched out his other hand to twist the child's chin: "Look," he pulled to Ezio with great interest, "There are three layers." ”

Bianca followed, distressed to see. Giuliano plucked up the courage to invite the ...... When the father of the lord went to the guest room, Cardinal Picromini glanced at him, and casually picked up Cosimo Jr. from the cradle and tucked it under his elbow, apparently to carry it with him: "No," he said, "I am not here to be a guest, I am just here to see ...... Cosimo Jr. ”

Just take a look? Giuliano said that he was about to say something, but the cardinal said: "Also, take him to see his father." ”

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Giulio was already missing Cosimo Jr.

Although they had only been separated for a week, it was the first time he had discovered that time could pass so slowly, and the Luccas were talking about whether their archbishop had been a little absent-minded lately, was it because of Florence, or Lucca, or the Inquisition? The presiding judge of the Inquisition had a very strange thing, he received a letter of transfer, and he had no objection to having been given a good position, but his replacement was not forthcoming, and he wrote to Rome to inquire about it, and the result was also a failure, and he did not know what was going on—but he wisely never left his manor again, and even if an anonymous letter about the infidels was delivered he only set aside.

The presiding judge was not ignorant of the archbishop who came to take office at this time. The Medici entered the city alone or with a few priests, and he didn't mind worrying about the Holy Father, but good fellow, this lord had brought three hundred knights and a hundred arquebusiers, even one count. While the Inquisition could recruit mercenaries to defend themselves and capture the infidels, they were mercenary and timid little men—brave enough to deal with a poor old woman or two, and to take on knights with armoured and armed horses...... The presiding judge was sure that they would run faster than they were.

The Inquisitor's worries were not taken to heart, and before he entered Lucca, the Assassins of Assasin took control of the Inquisition in Lucca, after all, they were among the most likely to become the Holy Father's Hounds, and if the Inquisitor could keep his wisdom alive, he might still be happy to do that fat errand, if not, well...... See Heinrich. Is Kramer's fate? This was originally intended for him, but there was no pity, at least in Julio's dream, there was no longer that girl.

Archbishop Lucca woke up in the middle of the night, and a moment later he heard the familiar laughter.

"Look," it was Ezio's voice, "I said he would find us, even if it was just me." ”

The candle suddenly lit up.

Ezio walked in, followed by a man wrapped in a cloak.

Cardinal Picromini went straight to Giulio's bed, pulled down his hood, then unbuckled his cloak and shook Cosimo Jr. into his arms – the whole process was unusually smooth and familiar, and Giulio stared at him as if unable to comprehend what was happening, until Cardinal Picromini reached out and stroked his hair and face.

"Julio, good boy," the cardinal's voice cried softly, "my good boy. ”

Cosimo Jr. looked around in confusion and reached out to touch his father's face.

Giulio, the Medici wept.

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"I couldn't leave Rome before." Cardinal Picromini, while eating bread stuffed with honey pigeon meat (to be honest, he hasn't eaten anything so delicious since Giulio left Rome), said: "Alexander VI has been watching me, and he will not allow me to leave Rome if not for the fact that you are safe and sound...... I may have fallen out with him. ”

"And now?" Giulio filled Cardinal Picromini with a glass of milk.

"He is sick, very serious," Cardinal Picromini did not hide his gloatingness: "I don't know who gave him a fine robe, but it was once wrapped around a man who was sick with a plague. In this way, he couldn't take care of me for a while, so I came out. "But I think it has something to do with Forlì and Katarina, the lord of Imola, because a few days later, Cardinal Raphael. "Rio fled," he winked at Giulio, "and the most gratifying thing is that he wasn't caught by the Templars." ”

Giulio immediately looked at Ezio, who nodded knowingly, "Looks like I should go to Rome." He said, "Oh, and the man you asked me to find, Michelangelo. Bonaroti, I found him, he had just finished a major job, and as soon as he heard that you were going to see him, he immediately packed his bags and hurried over, and I think you will be able to see him in a few days. ”

"I seem to have heard the name," asked Cardinal Picomini, puzzled. Borgia worked and was a shameless ...... What do you want him to do with an obscene person? ”

"Well," said Giulio, "I want him back to Caesar. Go around Borgia and take a look...... Look at what the one is going to do, and ...... Tell them as they are," a cool smile tugged at his lips, "Record them." ”