When all the candles were lit, and the Basilica of St. Peter was as bright as day, Pius III offered incense to the Resurrection Candle, saluted the Risen Christ, and then sang a hymn to all the people to announce that Jesus had been resurrected, and the crowd stood in silence and listened with great reverence. The Medici and Cardinal Baglioni stood by Giulio's side so that he could lean on them, the ritual had to be done, but in a moment, Giulio's cold sweat soaked through the linen robe, and the heat on his body made Joe. The Medici was startled.

Fortunately, he still continued to follow the habit of his youth, filling the sleeves and pockets of his robes with puffs and preserves, and as soon as the hymns were over, as soon as the candles were blown out, he returned his hand and stuffed a pitted honey-pickled apricot into Julio's mouth—this apricot was the same pickling method that Julio had proposed, salted with plenty of salt and sugar, and then soaked in honey—which was not healthy at all, but it lifted Giulio's spirits now.

He had drunk an espresso with cow's milk before leaving the Vatican Palace, and it was the only way from the Vatican Palace to the altar of St. Peter's Basilica—Giulio's fragile stomach couldn't handle the rest of the solid food—but an apricot so soft that it almost melted in his mouth was not a problem, and he was almost about to groan on behalf of his empty stomach.

Joe. The Medici triumphant.

Then there was chanting and prayer, then the Father's sermon, I don't know if it was a delusion, today all three were carried out at a rapid pace, and then there was baptism, in which Pius III dipped the resurrection candle in pure water, and then used the holy water to baptize the appointed three people, one of whom was an adult pagan, and the other two were still infants, one of whom was the fourth child born to the previous noble lady in 1503, and her second son, the princess of Juana, holding a candle and being so excited, The guard beside her, a lord of the Spanish family of Corvado, had to hold her arm tightly to stop her from rushing forward to disrupt the ritual.

He didn't notice that the princess Juana's breathing was getting faster and faster, and that the weight she was pressing on him was getting heavier and heavier.

When the baptism was finished, and then the sacrificial rite, the bread and wine were offered by the new baptizers themselves or their parents, who were also the first to receive communion, and the lord of the Corvado family was about to help the princess Juana forward, but found her standing still, motionless, and when he looked back, he could not help but be shocked, for the princess was gray, her eyes were glazed, and the candle had fallen to the ground—her hands were tightly constricted like the claws of the devil, and after she fell, she convulsed even more—at the same time, Her mouth was wide open, as if she was about to scream, as if she was about to gasp, but Lord Corvado could only hear the hissing sound in her throat, as if something was choking her neck.

Devil! It's the devil! The lord cried out in his heart, he could not leave the princess behind out of duty, but out of instinct and fear of faith, he was eager to flee at once—but this is St. Peter's Basilica, with the Holy Father and many cardinals, how can the devil be at work here? Perhaps, the lord's eyes fell on the part of the nave covered with a silk carpet - could it be that the assassin who was driven by the devil was unwilling to die like this, and his soul was attached to the innocent princess?

He trembled almost uncontrollably, and looked expectantly in the direction of the altar, thinking that these pious men could always drive away the spirits of the devil or the mob—and when the princess fell, the people had given way to a blank circle, and there was no barrier between him and the Holy Father and the procession of the Mass, and the lord immediately cried out without hesitation—Brother John immediately strode over and examined the princess, who looked like she was suffering from asthma, "Who brought tobacco!" Brother John shouted that tobacco was still unheard of in Italy at this time, and that Brother John had heard of it from Pius III, and that it was said to have a miraculous effect on asthma.

But the Spaniard of Corvador did, after all, Columbus was able to arrive on the American continent four times between 1492 and 1502 with the permission and support of Isabel I of Castile, and in order to thank the queen for her kindness, he brought the queen all kinds of strange things as he could, among them tobacco, and two of his crew members were arrested by the Inquisition for smoking grass, because they looked like devils with smoke from their noses and mouths.

Brother John took the tobacco from the lord's hand and, as legend has said, lit it under the princess's nose, but to no avail, or worse, for the condition of the princess Juana was not only not relieved, but worse—she scratched her throat and rolled on the ground, and everyone could see how painful she was—even the monk and the lord could not hold her.

At this time, a loud voice suddenly came from the crowd: "Isn't this the devil at work?" ”

Then the second man immediately said, "Let the good man who is blessed by the Lord pray." ”

The third man immediately shouted, "He will surely be able to drive away the devil." ”

Pius III's sharp gaze suddenly fell to the place where the sound came from, but although St. Peter's Basilica at this time could not be compared with the new cathedral that could accommodate 60,000 people later, it could easily accommodate thousands of people to watch Mass here, and after saying that, the man immediately hid in the crowd, and no one could find them, but the people were already stirred up, and they cried out, looking for the man who had been given the stigma by the angels, hoping that he would be like the saints depicted in the scriptures, with a wave of his hand, One step on the foot drove away the devil.

Pius III was about to say something, his hand was grabbed, Giulio shook his head at him slightly, these people have no malicious intentions, if they have any selfish intentions, probably just to be able to witness the miracle with their own eyes. He had already observed for a while, Pius III was able to seize the moment to make him a living saint, and their enemies were able to seize the moment to prove that he was nothing more than a liar, but what they did not expect was that this noble lady was neither possessed by the devil nor suffering from any fatal disease, although if she continued to delay, her life might be in danger.

"Please give me your sacrificial garments." Giulio said.

Without hesitation, Pius III untied his sacrificial garment and handed it to Julio, who in turn asked him to sprinkle holy water on it.

Giulio put the priest's sacrificial robe on his arm, and then extended his hand to Joe, and the Medici was immediately flattered to support him, and together they walked down the altar, and the people gave way, and the lord of Corvador was so excited that he almost fainted before his mistress. Giulio knelt beside the princess, her face had changed from gray to deathly pale, and she was about to suffocate to death—he did not hesitate any longer, stretched out his finger and drew a cross on her forehead, and then lifted the priest's garment, and gently covered her face.

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Juana didn't notice at first, since she was a girl, she often had trouble breathing because of anger, joy or fear, and the doctors said that it was because she was too bold, and they treated her with bloodletting, sometimes it worked, sometimes it didn't.

After the marriage contract with Philip of the Holy Roman Empire, her illness became more and more serious - although she loved her husband, he did not love her, and even hated her, as soon as he was out of her sight, he was out for pleasure, and in a fit of anger, she could not help but quarrel with him, and even threatened to kill his lover - Juana's mother, Isabella I, Queen of Castile, had warned her that such behavior was very inappropriate for a crown prince who was about to rule a great empire, But Juana still couldn't control herself, she didn't understand, she wasn't ugly, she could even be said to be quite beautiful, young and healthy, and she had two sons and two daughters for Philip, why would Philip prefer to love a lowly prostitute, a lowly maid, rather than love her? She is his wife and the mother of his children, and they are inseparable when they are on earth, and they will lie in the same mausoleum when they die.

But he didn't, not only no, but he was full of hatred for her, because she cut off the beautiful blonde hair of his new lover, and gave her a few more slaps, and he imprisoned her in the castle, abused her every day, insulted her, and he called her "Evil Star!" She called out to him: "The most handsome husband in the world!" ”

When this reached the ears of Queen Isabella I, even she thought it was too unpleasant, so she sent Juana to Rome under the pretext that Ferdinand the Younger was to be baptized—Juana also wanted to ask God why such a pious, steadfast, and noble woman could not be loved by her husband, but only hated by him.

So here she came.

And in the suffocation-induced stuna, a warm hand landed on her forehead and gently stroked it...... Ah, how long has it been since she has been treated so cherished? Her mother and her courtiers despised her, and it was only because the eldest sister and eldest brother were dead that they had to choose her as their heir; 's father alienated her, and only when he wanted to use her, he would speak softly and care for her in every way; And her beloved husband was only willing to marry her for the title of crown prince......

She tried to hold the hand, but her hands and feet were stiff and she couldn't move, and she wanted to speak, to keep him by her side, but her lips were numb and she couldn't make a sound.

"I take refuge in you, O Lord;

Make me never ashamed;

Deliver me with your righteousness!

……

Ear and hear,

Save me!

Be my strong rock,

Save My Protection!

…… For thou art my rock, my cottage;

Therefore guide me and guide me for your name's sake.

…… Deliver me from the snare that men have set for me.

for you are my safeguard.

…… I commit my soul into your hands;

O O Honest God, you have redeemed me.

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O LORD, that I may not be ashamed,

for I have called you;

Shame the wicked,

and they shall be silent in the grave.

…… The liar is proud and contemptuous,

speak arrogantly against the righteous;

Let his mouth be dumb and speechless.

…… Those who fear you and take refuge in you, what you have stored up for them,

What a great favor is done before the world!

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As for me, I said hastily:

I am cut off from your eyes.

Nevertheless, when I call upon thee,

You still hear my voice of supplication.

…… Love the Lord, you saints!

The LORD protects the honest,

Sufficient retribution for those who walk proudly.

…… Whoever looks to the Lord,

Be bold and strengthen your hearts. ”

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Giulio was still very weak, and even though he only knelt beside the princess and recited a short psalm, he was still tired and panting, and had to lower his voice and slow down, and there were many staccato places in it—but even so, the people listened reverently, silently, and they could hear the shrill gasps of the princess Juana gradually subside, and the breathing slowly became orderly and gentle, and the tightly twisted hands were folded again on their breasts like virgins, Even the horrible convulsions stopped.

By the time Julio removed the sacrificial garment that had covered her face, she was healed.

This time the people did not cheer, they watched in awe at the miracles that were happening in front of them, and one by one, they knelt down.