According to Bishop Picromini's original plan, he was supposed to continue his ministry along the southern tributary of the Epino after passing through Foligno, but when he was surrounded by the three surnames Medici, Borgia and Lovere, and the eldest of the three children was only eight years old, he had to change his original plans.

As they departed, Lovere's ...... Neither the emissary nor the Assassin made any move, suggesting that Cardinal Lovere of the Vatican had made a decision and was fully prepared to abandon his only son in defiance of God's will...... If he was the same Lovere that Bishop Picromini recognized, Joshua's mother would have been killed, for mothers love their children more than fathers.

In that case, the next decision to be made is Bishop Picomini. He decided to keep Joshua, and although according to the medical treatment that was common at this time, the child, who was still in a low-grade fever, would be inspired by the Lord in a few days, but since the father did not love his son, why should Bishop Picromini care about the seeds of his enemies, when Bishop Picomini was expelled from the Vatican, and Lovere could not be said to have nothing to do with it. So Bishop Picomini was not surprised that Lovere would make such a decision, he was more afraid than the loss of his son, Picomini would threaten and retaliate against him.

After leaving Foligno for about twenty miles, the boats on the river began to thin out, and they headed west, passing through Canara, Torgiano, and turning at Marsciano to the Néstore River, whose end disappeared near Lake Trasimeno, where they would change carriages and horses, Lake Trasimeno between Umbria and Tuscany, passing through the Lake District, and crossing Lake Lecre to Siena, the birthplace of the Bishop of Picromini. It is also the sphere of influence of the Picromini family, Pienza next to Siena, a pearl-like small ideal city set by Pope Pius II, several stone paths converge in the central square, the Picomini Palace in the square is the country residence of Pius II, and on one side is the Cathedral of Our Lady of the Assumption in Pienza, as the nephew of Pius II, Francis? Tods Cheney? Piccolomini probably spent more time here than the Vatican in Rome.

In the warm velvet cabin he described in detail with little Giulio the piety, purity and beauty of Pienza, who, when he was very young, rode his horse or moved his feet and walked along the ramps and stairs through Pienza, and in a few moments he could see the endless fields and hills of Tuscany, and the morning light, mist and moonlight that shrouded them.

Caesar. Borgia slept in the cabin next door, and Bishop Picromini's voice was no louder than the chirping figure of a bug, and even if he tried to listen, he could only catch a few vague words, and it was the sound that reminded Caesar of his father, Rodrigo, who was also his brother and sister. Borgia. He was a bishop, a cardinal, a man who should dedicate himself to God both emotionally and physically, but he was also a man to be ashamed of in the worldly way, he had several lovers, and with whom he had children, and their mother was undoubtedly the most successful, she bore four children, three boys and one girl, each healthy and intelligent. It is said that before Caesar, the bishop had three more sons, but unfortunately only one survived, they did not meet, and Rodrigo rarely mentioned him, Caesar only knew his name as Luigi. Borgia seems to be a decade older than him.

Rodrigo. Borgia also liked to put his children on his knees, and then tell them stories and anecdotes in a gentle and amiable way, from Caesar to Luclayia were pampered in this way, but compared to Luclayia, who was still as pure and active as a bird, the two boys were able to hear more about politics, religion and the military from their fathers, but his brother Giovanni had no talent for it than Caesar, he was dull-tempered and too lazy to think, and he was more deceitful than intrigues. He prefers to hear jokes about birds feeding saturated hammer nails. But this made Rodrigo love him more, Caesar is not saying that his father does not love him, but parents will always care for the silly one of the children, which often makes Caesar feel unjust.

But such grievances are seen in Miguel. Correro's moment vanished, his heart overflowing with gratitude and guilt for his father, after all, Caesar knew that this was a critical moment for Borgia and Lovere, and in order to redeem the bad consequences of his reckless behavior, his father might need to take a part of the assets that bribed other bishops to Picomini, which could cause him to lose the competition, and Lovere would never let Borgia go easily, Rodrigo may have been poisoned in a drinking party, They may also be dismounted while hunting, or sent to be the abbot of a large monastery, thus far from the hustle and bustle of the world.

When he heard that Lucrecia had also come to Umbria, the first emotions that came to Caesar's heart were joy, and then unease, that he was only a four-year-old little sister, and that he was not fit for such a long and difficult journey. Correro wouldn't have brought her to Foligno just because she wanted to meet her brother - the reason he soon learned was that Lucrecia had come to Foligno to marry the third son of the San Kanti family in Foligno.

His little sister was certainly the most magnificent jewel of the Borgia family, but it was not necessarily too early to become a bride at the age of four, Borgia did so to enlist the support of the cardinal of the House of St. Condy, and when the actual bribe had to be reduced, a marriage contract was undoubtedly the best payment, and it was known that Lucrecia was the most beloved daughter of Borgia's vice-president.

"You know what that's for." Miguel. Corero said meaningfully, and Caesar's heart was as painful as if it had been bitten by a poisonous snake, and he had made a mistake, but it was his little sister who atoned for this mistake.

Caesar tosses and turns in his bed with guilt and pain, and at the same moment, his little sister Luclesia is ready to become a bride.

The four-year-old, who could not fully grasp the meaning of marriage unless she had an adult soul in her body, sat at the dressing table, juggling with joy the gifts of the Santa Kandyan family, and Rodrigo. The jewels that Borgia had sent to appease her, the brilliance of gold and precious stones reflected in her emerald eyes, which had inherited her mother's inheritance, like the sparkling surface of a lake at sunset, and the nurse sighed quietly behind her, hoping that the Santa Kanti family would have mercy on this innocent and beautiful child, and not be harsh on her father for her.

"Have you seen him?" Lucretia asked as if nonchalantly as she picked up a small diamond hair ornament and placed it in her ear.

"Who?"

The little girl raised her eyebrows: "My future husband," she sighed, "How is it?" Is he handsome? Is it tall? What is the voice of the voice, like a cat, or a hound, or a crow? ”

The nurse hesitated for a moment, of course she had seen it, but seriously, the boy ...... There is nothing to describe other than mediocre, and in the streets of Rome, there are not a hundred but ninety-nine boys like this. "He's only seven years old, miss," said the nurse softly, "and he's still a child." ”

Rodrigo once said that if Lucrecia had been a boy, he would have had a good chance of inheriting his mantle, and Lucrecia, who was so praised, would not fail to hear the voice of the nurse: "It seems that it is useless." She said, tossing the hair ornament back onto the dressing table.

"Not every boy can be as good as your brother." The nurse comforted Lucrecia.

"Well, as long as he's not disgusting like Giovanni." Lucrecia's second brother Giovanni was only eleven months younger than Caesar, and his appearance was a complete accident, and he was born prematurely, and he looked extremely stupid from infancy, and his appearance was as rough as a pampered farmer, not to mention the violent temperament he showed since he was a toddler, so Lucrea did not like him at all.

"Or he could be like Julio. The Medici is good, too. Luclayia said.

The nurse didn't think so: "That child is very pretty, but miss, don't you think his eyes are a little scary?" It is said that only the devil's eyes are yellow. ”

"Don't talk nonsense," said Luclaycia less happily, "it's not yellow, it's gold, have you ever seen such a bright and pure yellow?" Only the brilliance of gold can be matched, and even citrine will look frivolous and thin, and I think he will be a prominent man in the future, as can be seen from his countenance. ”

And not just the face? The nurse thought to herself that he had a Medici surname, that he was a disciple of Bishop Picromini, and that he was a fellow disciple of Borgia, and that his future was destined to be more brilliant than most people's.

With Caesar and Julio in front of her, Lucres was inevitably disappointed when she saw her husband, who was an ordinary, somewhat shy boy, but his shyness was more due to Lucresia's looks, which could not be concealed at a young age, and the guests whispered that this beauty would not be a blessing, but rather a curse. And it is known that this wedding feast is not so much the marriage of two children as the ceremony of reconciliation between two families, after all, in this era, a marriage contract requires the newly married husband and wife to complete the task of reproduction before it can be declared - a seven-year-old boy, and a four-year-old girl are simply impossible to do, and when Sixtus IV goes to heaven, the pope is elected, and the dust settles, whether it is the Santa Kanti family or Rodrigo. Both Borgias could declare the marriage null and void.

But none of the steps to be left to be done, and the patriarch of St. Condy, the bishop of Perugia, and another respected elder, sat in three chairs, which were set on a stride of steps, and in the middle of the room was a bed covered with brocade and goat hair, into which Lucrecia had come first, and then her husband, who was only seven years old, and the two children had taken what should have been a solemn and solemn act as a game, arching and laughing under the white sheets. In the end, the boy's mother had to awkwardly drag her son out, then let him get in, and repeat it three times before the head of the Santa Kandy family finally raised his hand and completed this ridiculous ritual that made everyone laugh.

"I'll take you to see my hound. And ponies. The son of the house of St. Conti took Lucrea's hand tightly and said,

"Is that okay?" Lucrecia asked nervously, her father was keen on hunting, but neither his father, nor his brothers, nor his attendants, would allow her to approach the violent horses and fierce hounds, and she looked at the boy and suddenly felt that he was not so ugly.

"Absolutely."

The head of the Santa Conti family watched the two children run out hand in hand, with no intention of stopping them, and if Lucrecia was fourteen years old, he would have to worry about whether she would be as shameless and cunning as her father, but a child of only four years old, even Rodrigo, would not be cruel enough to let her soak in the filth of the world prematurely. He looked at his wife, who was also the boy's mother, and thought she would show a disapproving expression, but who knew that she looked a little relieved.

"It would be nice if Borgia would keep her here," said the lady, who had complained a lot about the marriage, "and I would teach her." ”

After a while, she added, "What a lovely boy that was." ”