Lucrecia picked up a quill pen, dipped it in lemon juice soaked in iron nails, wrote a line on the parchment, patiently waited for it to dry, and when the handwriting disappeared, put it in the tea, and then found with great joy that violet handwriting appeared on the originally empty parchment: "Look! She said happily, "Writing appeared." What is it? Curious, she asked, "A trick?" ”

Chemistry, Giulio said in his mind, "yes, an interesting trick," he walked up behind Lucretia: "What did you write?" ”

"The fragrant roses make me happy, my dear, spring is coming, and all things are revived, though they have withered before......"

Giulio stopped, he looked at Lucrea, and Luracia looked at her, her lips were rosy, her voice was like a string plucking, her breasts rose and fell gently with the syllables, like a calm sea, and her green eyes were full of love for Giulio, rich as if they would rush out at any moment: "That's because the merciless cold winter has ravaged it...... But spring will come back, and the sun will shine on us, my dear, and let us have a good time together......"

"Luclessia......"

"I love you." Lucrecia said affectionately, "You have protected me again. ”

"It's my duty and it's my right."

"Yes, yes, you are my love, my husband......"

The sound of a small kiss.

"I almost can't wait to be yours."

"You know ......"

"I know, you have a heart made of stone."

Julio smiled, and he picked up the parchment from Lucrecia's hand, "There are many other ways to achieve the same effect, want to try it?" ”

"It's not a trick," Luclaycia said, "it's the way MeSign is written." ”

……

"Is there anything you want to tell me?"

"Giulio ......"

"Say it."

"I'm sorry."

"Did anyone threaten you? Or do you ask not to talk to me? ”

"No, Julio, I don't want you to know, Julio...... This embarrasses me......"

Julio's expression softened, he stretched out his arm, Lucrecia immediately threw himself into his arms, the girl's body was hot and soft, like embracing a melting flame, "I will never despise you," he asked gently, "Don't you understand?" I know you're a Borgia, and I know that sometimes, you're embarrassed by your father and brother, because you love them and don't want them to be disappointed in you, but Lucrea, when I saw you, you were only four years old, and I was only six years old, and I've been with you since I was a child, and I admit that your beauty is like a jewel, like a pearl, but I don't just see your body, it's your soul...... I may not have the right to ask too much of you, but I will swear by my love for you, Lucretia, all I hope is that you can think of me in times of trouble and danger, okay? Don't let me be the last one to know, I love, even if it is death, I am willing to face it with you......"

"Don't say that," said Lucrecia, trembling, "don't say that, I'm afraid, Giulio, your oath scares me." ”

"Then you can swear to me that you will never hide it from me again?"

"I swear."

"Anything, anyone, anytime."

"I swear."

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Lucrecia went back, Giulio couldn't help but be a little worried, he couldn't criticize Lucrea, he could only say that he couldn't make his lover trust him, he considered whether to involve Lucrecia on a deeper level, but he was unwilling to consider human nature. This was what his twin sister Constena reminded her of, and although Giulio had put a better mirror than the Venetian one in her dowry, the Neri family still seemed to know nothing about it, and if it were someone else, Giulio might have thought they were too dull, but what kind of woman was Constena? When Pierrot was rejected by Florence and the Medici family was on the verge of destruction, she resolutely took out all the jewels and gold florin she could to ensure the mercenary's loyalty, and tied him up like a pig when Pierrot, the Medici's parents, was about to make even more wrong decisions.

Giulio never despised women, not Constena, and even less Lucrecia.

Constena had sent him a letter a few days earlier, and it seemed that it was only a few trivial matters and complaints, but after a little speculation, the true meaning of which could be discerned, and the return of the Medici family to Florence was just around the corner.

This specifically involved Savonarola, the hateful Dominican monk who had been able to preach in Florence thanks to the Medici family, without any regard for the glory and interests of the Medici, who believed that the suffering of the lower citizens of Florence was due to the fact that two giant beasts, one Medici and the other Pope Alexander VI, were gnawing at their flesh. Giulio was impressed when he saw the monk when his protector Lorenzo died, after all, not every monk dared to insult a bishop, but at that time he did not have the heart to pay attention to a madman.

Pierrot. The mistake made by the Medici not only gave an opportunity to the families who coveted the Medici status, but also Savonarola, who even became the leader of those people (or maybe he was just pushed out as a banner by them), he believed that the retreat of King Charles VIII of France was entirely due to the fear of the glory of God, and it was his merit, and it is ridiculous that there were many people who believed this rumor, and with this, he wedged his position of dominance in the middle and lower classes of Florence, and for a time he was unmatched- If there is a king in Florence, then he is a king, and if there is a God, perhaps he can also be his only messenger, and countless people serve him, and speak to him like a god.

News of him came from Constena, Neri, Carboni, Borgia, Picromini, and the Assassin Paula, each with their own opinions, their own interests, and their own perceptions, but none of them prevented Giulio from collating and extracting them—if one or two pieces of information were not enough for him to establish the monk's future, then taken together, Savonarola's fate was clearly visible.

After the retreat of Charles VIII and the fall of the Medici family, Savonarola was finally able to carry out his ideas into the rule of the city, he first restored the Florentine Republic, of course, in view of his devotion to God, the full name of which was the Florentine Theocratic Republic, and then he intervened in the regime, no, it should be said, he accepted the secular authority in its entirety, and he asked each of the sixteen guilds in Florence to propose a new plan of government, and then the prefect took four of these sixteen proposals and gave them to the government of the Republic, It was up to the consuls to pick out the best of them - the end result was not suspenseful, as Constène had mentioned to Giulio, the Council of 3,000, and the Council of Eighty, which had expanded from the Council of Seventy - and in fact it was the latter who controlled the fate of Florence.

In addition to these, he called for the forgiveness of the debts of the poor, the granting of small low-interest loans, the eviction of usurers, and the imposition of progressive taxes on real estate income, which were beneficial to his supporters, the poor, but not necessarily to those of his family or the wealthy, and from this point of view, his defeat was already predestined. Didn't a Florentine emissary come to Rome and beg Pope Alexander VI to punish this fanatic?

It is not surprising that Julio was invited by Caesar, he was the Medici, and the entanglement between the Medici and Florence can still be seen in a deep imprint even after a thousand years.

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This time neither he nor Caesar revealed their identities, they put their robes in boxes, took their attendants, and entered Florence in the gorgeous clothes of ordinary people, as soon as they entered Florence, they were surprised, Caesar and Giulio had been to Florence, what about the exquisite statues, the gorgeous flowers, the wall tiles decorated with gold and silver leaf? When Constena's husband welcomed them into the inner house, they were even more astonished, what about the tapestries, the gold and silver tableware, the satin clothes, the velvet drapery?

Caesar's consistent, rudeness that does not match the appearance of gentleness: "The inner family is bankrupt? ”

"God," replied Constena, in a soft voice, "any family you go to see in Florence, and what you see will be a sight." ”

“？”

Constena laughed silently, and at that moment a group of friars, who were about the time between children and teenagers, burst through the door, staring viciously at Caesar and Giulio, who, unlike the Florentines of the present, wore gold chains, jeweled rings on their hands, and daggers and daggers that were no less than jewels hung from their belts.

The little friar, who was the leader, pointed at Caesar menacingly: "Fallen man! ”

He wanted to say something, Constina thought, but there was no chance, Caesar was a lion with the fangs of a viper, and he drew his sword with lightning speed, and stabbed the boy in the chest with a single blow.

The children froze, and for the first time, instead of obediently taking off their jewels and silks, and throwing themselves into the fire with their faces weeping, the passers did ...... How dare they...... How dare you resist? They let out a scream in unison and ran out, but they were confronted by the young men of the inner family, each with a weapon in hand, and a smile of contempt rather than the same respectful smile as before.

Giulio moved slightly, and Constena immediately took his hand.

In the fifteenth century, children, especially the children of the poor, had no power or privilege, and since they had been recruited by Savonarola, they had been forced to abandon their precious collections and jewels by many families in the city, not to mention the fact that they dared to accuse and denounce and even beat those of high status, which had been a long-standing grievance.