Madame Kindness immediately made a curtsy and quietly withdrew.

The master of Brittany, Duchess Anna, sat on the edge of the bed, looking in the direction of Giulio, half of her face hidden in the darkness, while the other half was illuminated by candlelight, there was no doubt that she was beautiful, but the words he had heard before made him shudder: "What do you want to tell me?" Your Majesty? ”

"It was Juliano who planned this assassination. Della. Lovere. Seeing that Giulio was visibly relaxed, the duchess's smile sharpened: "It seems that you are not surprised. ”

"Probably no one wants to be replaced, especially when he is about to return to Rome, and he needs the support of the King of France, not the people."

"You saw it clearly, but you did it anyway."

"I thought he would think about it at least one night." Julio coughed lightly.

"Lovere has always been a resolute man," said the Duchess, who knew Lovere well, and that he had been a favored courtier in the days of Charles VIII, and that now that Louis XII had changed him, he could please his new master, but the Duchess, on the other hand, had no affection for such a wolf: "I warned you, but Giulio, you can sometimes become stupid and stubborn, and I hear that you are already trying to resign from your teaching position?" Are you ready, aren't you, giving up your great future before the Holy See for love, but young man, what a precious and ephemeral thing love is, and you don't notice its fragility when you hold it in your hands? Like a rose, a wise person will only sniff its fragrance, admire its beauty, and then put it in the back of his mind, and will not stop for it, nor change direction for it. ”

"Love...... Cough...... Although many people have likened it to a rose," insisted Giulio, who felt chills in his body: "But I think it should be more of a fruit, and what one should do is not to sip its sweetness and throw away the most precious things, but to ...... With careful care, it will only give you more rewards for a long time. ”

"In that case," the duchess looked at him, with a strange expression on her face, as if it were pity, as if it were sorrowful, "why did you breathe a sigh of relief when you heard the name of Lovere? Because ......" she leaned down, as if to plunge the dagger into the body of the wounded, but sometimes words could also deal a fatal blow: "Because you are also wondering, wondering if these assassins belong to Borgia." ”

"Oh," the Duchess smiled sarcastically, and continued, "but Giulio, my archbishop, you are not wise enough to think of it, Giuliano. Della. Loveret had unfortunately lost his character as a man under the horse's hooves, and according to the canon, the guy who failed to get the clergyman to touch two eggs under the chair was not eligible to become pope, that is, his plans were all in vain, and we can see such an interesting scene by showing how he treated Pope Alexander VI's illegitimate son with his former enemy.

So, how dare he rashly make a move to cut off Caesar? What about Borgia's right-hand man?

Of course......" The Duchess nodded: "It's because Caesar has decided to give up on you!" Poor man, you would not have had to face such a fate, if you had only played some young love games with the illegitimate daughter of the Pope, perhaps Alexander VI would not have been so angry, or that if you were not so Borgia you could not have been talented and prestigious, you would not have to die, but you have given everything for your love, which means that if your love affair with that person does not come to fruition, Borgia has one more enemy.

Don't deny it, you may not think so, but it's the Borgias, a family born from the saliva of pit vipers, and they do it themselves, and they think others will.

Alas, you closed your eyes, but I still saw your tears, yes, this terrible conspiracy, even Caesar. Borgia didn't dominate, he didn't intervene, he was at least an insider, but he was always silent, he watched you die, when you tried your best for him, when you planned everything. ”

Giulio let out a dry laugh: "In my ...... Before leaving, he said to me...... May God bless you...... Brothers. ”

"If he had known that God had indeed blessed you," said the duchess, in a mean manner, "he would have preferred to have his tongue chopped off." ”

The conversation came to an end, and for the next few days Giulio remained in a coma and semi-coma, his body heavy and his mind confused, and when he was occasionally awake, the Duchess would come to see him, and the way she looked at him made Giulio feel like an object, constantly being evaluated and examined.

On this day, the morning light was bright, and Giulio felt a little lighter, and when the duchess entered the room, he was putting some letters into a locked box.

The Duchess also held a parchment letter circled in her hand, and she sat on the chair in front of the bed, waiting quietly, and the letter she brought with her seemed to be a bad omen, and Giulio's heart was grasped, and he hesitated, but raised his head to meet the gray-black eyes.

"I know why they're so eager." The duchess said, opening the letter: "Alfonso, Duke of Bisherbile, arrived in Rome on the third day after Lent, and on the day of his arrival he was invited to stay in the palace of Pope Alexander VI, and was received by the Pope's daughter Lucresia, and the two got along very well, and according to reliable information, the Pope intended to celebrate their wedding before the feast of St. Mary's Magdalene (22 July). ”

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Rome, Lucresia is located in the mansion of the church of Santa Maria.

The mansion was also the property generously gifted by Pope Alexander VI to his youngest daughter, and it is a Romanesque building, with heavy walls made of white stone and a series of elaborate coupons, a concentric multi-layered coupons above the bronze gates, narrow but numerous windows, stained glass inlaid with iron bars to form images of saints and angels, to put it a bit blasphemous, when people walk around these brilliant shadows, it is like walking above the clouds.

Lucretia faced a glass mirror as tall as a half-human, which was specially sent by the merchants of Venice to celebrate this wedding, and it was worth a lot of money, and the person reflected in the mirror seemed to be a pure girl, with a slender waist and small hands and feet, only she knew that her chest was swollen, even if she had applied the witch's ointment, it was still in pain, and those ** who were bound in her chest were like her mother's love, and there was nowhere to vent.

She begged her father yesterday to see her firstborn or to hold her firstborn son, but she was sternly refused, and the Father said: "No one loves her child more than a mother, so I will not let you go to see him, because when you see him, you will never be separated from him again." He repeatedly assured that the child would be best cared for in a noble family in Spain, but he never mentioned the name of the child's adoptive parents, and Lucrecia knew that she might not be able to see the child again in her life unless she showed greater value.

For today's first meeting with Alfonso, Duke of Biscapili, the maids prepared for her the dress and jewels of the queen—a snow-white silk blouse bulging out of the cracks in the sleeves of her dark green velvet dress, a gold reliquary on her chest, a pearl belt with three layers, rings on her fingers, red and green gems hanging from her ears, and on the left side of her dark gold coat were embroidered the coat of arms of the Borgia family—a red bull with a blank right, reserved for her husband's family.

Her lips were painted with crimson rouge, her long pale blonde hair was combed into an extremely intricate pattern, and she wore a two-cornered hat on top of it, also adorned with jewels, and a fine veil as thin as the morning sun hung from the top of her hair to her waist.

"How beautiful you are," said Julia, the Pope's lover, "the Duke will be smitten for you." Her eyes did not say so, on the contrary, they were overflowing with sympathy, she was not close to Lucresia, but she also knew that she had a lover who had entered into a secret betroth, but this was not allowed by the Pope, and Alexander VI himself was like a warm sun when it was gentle, and sharper and more severe than ice and snow when it was cold. As the closest person to him, Julia couldn't be clearer.

Lucrecia was silent, and after a moment she suddenly jumped up from the mirror, and before Julia and the maid could react, she pulled down her hat, took off her coat and dress, removed all her jewelry, and spread her long hair and washed off the powder.

By this time, Alfonso, Duke of Bisherbile, and his retinue had already stepped into the courtyard.

"You can't be fooled by that Borgia slut." The duke's chamberlain whispered in his ear.

"How so!" The Duke affirmed: "Is there anyone who can be more noble and beautiful than the women of Naples?" "I won't fall in love with her, but I will make her fall in love with me, and I will make her do what I say and tell me about the conspiracy of her father and brother." ”

He is not arrogant when he says this, even if he cannot be compared with Caesar, he is also a man with a long body and a handsome face, and a victorious general on the battlefield of love.

At that moment, his squire suddenly stopped, his lips unconsciously opened, and his gaze froze, as if he had seen something incredible—Duke Alfonso followed his gaze.

He saw the goddess Aphrodite looking down on them.

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Lucrecia stands on the terrace overlooking the Neapolitans.

She was barefoot, her long hair was fluffy, there was no fat to cover it, her pale skin seemed translucent in the sun, the spring wind was mild but still a little chilly, making her cheeks and the tip of her nose rosy red, and the loose white silk robe clinging to her slender body, which rose behind her, like wings, like foam on the surface of the sea.

With just one glance, she knew she had grabbed her intended prey.

Love me, she cried out in her heart, love me, love me!

When Lucracia failed to find Miguel anyway. When Correro, the royal assassin of the Borgia family, she knew that her hopes had been disappointed in the end—Caesar might not be credible, and she could only hope that her second letter would save her lover's life.

"I'm going to love you...... Alfonso. The Borgia daughter muttered that, in addition to Luigi's death, the Holy Father's fear was that she would completely surrender to the Medici for love, and give up her father, brother, and family for him, thus causing irreparable damage to his great cause—in that case, let her fall in love with someone else, love is changeable, and she is also a merciless Borgia, so let everyone believe that her love has been transferred to another man, and let the suspicion of the Holy Father and the jealousy of her brother be invested in him, Let him suffer the terrible fate that should have been borne by another person!