Although Florence is a city, it is definitely richer than many countries. The Medici's bargaining chips are just that he is calm by nature, and he hesitates to make any mistakes because of his frivolity in the absence of a foregone conclusion...... Lucrecia's love is undoubted, but it burns like a flame and has the same emptiness, and the intimacy that comes too urgently at each meeting is more like the soul than from the body.

Lucrecia's fear of her father and brother is so deep-seated that she hardly thinks anyone can be their opponent but each other. Without Caesar's reminder, Lucres was well aware that her affection for Giulio was likely to be the cause of his death, and the ruthlessness and self-interest born of tenderness made her not hesitate to drag Giulio into hell, although in the next moment her reason cried and begged her to return Giulio's life and soul to the Lord—only in their battle, reason never triumphed, just as now, she raised her head and prayed solemnly to Giulio again: "Let's get married, Julio, let us get married." ”

"But I'm still a priest." As always, Julio said, "Wait, Lucretia, I swear I won't keep you waiting." I love," he said, holding her hand, "April is your birthday and the day when the snow white daffodils are in full bloom, and I hope you will be able to wear the wreath of the snow white daffodils, and Lucresia, you will be my wife, and you will be with me in the open, and our children will run around in the old mansion of the Medici and can proudly say the names of their fathers and mothers." ”

"But I can't wait," cried Lucresia, "I have nightmares every night, Giulio, perhaps the wreath of the snow-white daffodils of April is indeed incomparably pure and beautiful, but it is worn on the head of another woman, and I do not doubt your loyalty, but the world is unpredictable, Giulio," she wept, "please marry me, I have wanted to marry me since I was eight years old, and this desire has never changed, even if only for a moment." ”

"Luke ......"

"Now is the right time," said Lucrecia hurriedly, "Juan is dead, Caesar will resign from his teaching position at once, and no one will dare to officiate for us when he is still a layman......"

"But ......"

"A secret wedding," said Lucrecia, "is only us, and God." ”

"That's not official...... Listen to me, Lucresia, I will convince the Pope ......"

"No!"

"Don't you want to believe me? Luracia...... I was supposed to serve God all my life, and it was you who made me turn my back on the Lord, on my Mentor, on my family and on my friends, no one, Lucrea, no one else can do this anymore, you have to believe in me, and you have to believe in yourself. ”

"I believe in you," said Lucrecia, "but I don't want to wait any longer, Giulio, I'm going crazy, I'm going crazy." She exclaimed: "I am afraid, Giulio, I am afraid, I know that there are many women who are infatuated with you, and your name has even reached the French court, and who in Rome does not know that the most favored disciple of Bishop Picromini has a face kissed by an angel, Giulio, I don't want to wait until you are dismissed, then I have too many enemies, of course, I am not afraid of them, but I can't stand even a one in ten million possibility, if your future wife is not me, I will ......" She gasped sharply, "I will ask Caesar to cut off your head, Julio, and put it on a silver platter, and I will kiss your cold lips like Salome, the daughter of King Herod." ”

She said such terrible words, but her face was as red as a rose and as sweet as honey, and her eyes were as bright as emeralds that shimmered in the morning light, and she said that Giulio had a face kissed by an angel, but she did not know that her own eyes were like a treasure given to mankind by God, and no one could be stubborn in front of such eyes, and Giulio had his own plans, but if it was just a secret wedding......

"All right," he finally compromised, "call Caesar." ”

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Secret weddings are not very rare in this day and age, there are many marriages that have never been publicized, sometimes by a bishop, sometimes by a priest, and by men and women who make marriages not only for love, sometimes for temporary covenants, sometimes for heirs, sometimes for the comfort of the soul, they may become formal marriages at some point, but more often they end up in the dust of time.

Giulio regarded this little secret wedding as an engagement, or a prelude to a formal wedding, but Lucres hardly needed him to do anything, she was quick, agile, and busy like a bee when a flower was in full bloom, for which Julio and Caesar had to condone, but fortunately, Alexander VI, who had been immersed in the pain of losing a child these days, was also busy with the arrangements after Caesar's removal of the cardinal (the commander of the church army, of course), and the influence that would be caused by all walks of life, as well as what Caesar and Lucrecia had tacitly concealed from Julio- Luclayia's second official marriage was not with Giulio. The Medici, but Alfonso, Duke of Bisapili, the illegitimate son of the former King of Naples and the nephew of the current King, it is clear that Alexander VI wanted to use Luclayia's charm as a springboard for his son Caesar to become the master of Naples.

Giulio and Lucresia's secret wedding took place in a small three-story building hidden in the greenery, just as Luclayia promised, except for Julio, only Caesar, who officiated at the wedding, and all the servants left after everything was arranged, Caesar presided over such a sacrament for the first time, and possibly for the last time, he willingly put on a crimson bishop's robe, hung a golden cross as large as the palm of his hand, bathed and trimmed his beard, and dressed himself up cleanly and beautifully, On one side of the small building is the prayer room of the original owner, which has a small altar covered with snow-white linen, and places pure gold candlesticks, silver jugs, cups, and all kinds of holy vessels, and in the bright candlelight, the light of gold and silver is projected throughout the room, which is dazzling.

In the four corners of the room, there were snow-white, blood-red and pink roses, just like when Giulio and Luclecia first met, they were in full bloom, and the air was filled with a rich sweet fragrance.

Julio and Lucrecia knelt hand in hand before Caesar, no one cheered for them, no one blessed them, but it didn't matter, all they asked for was each other, Caesar looked at them, at the couple who were so indulged in happiness that they could barely extricate themselves, he loved his little sister Lucrea, both as a brother and as a man, his heart was full of jealousy, and full of gratification, and perhaps hatred among them.

Because it was an unknown wedding, many of the ceremonies were omitted, and Giulio exchanged rings with Lucleia, a pair of characterless gold rings, with the names of the two men joined together engraved on the inner ring of the ring, and the elegant curves entwined them, which Giulio had made with his own hands, and he put the ring on Luclesia's finger and whispered: "I love, by this ring, I am yours, and I will always be loyal to you until Miri." ”

“…… I'm yours. Lucretia also placed the ring on Giulio's hand and muttered, "I will always be loyal to you...... Until the end of the world. ”

Then they shared together a piece of bread and the same glass of wine that had been consecrated together, and then, by little accident, Lucrecia walked up to the altar and picked up a spindle and spindle rod that had been enshrined in front of the icon of the Virgin Mary - traditionally she had to spin them to show that she had become a wife, but the small hook placed in the spindle suddenly fell off and cut Lucrecia's fingers, and the blood soaked the snow-white wool and Lucretia's skirt. An atmosphere of foreboding and unease suddenly enveloped the room, and Giulio immediately stepped up, put the hook back in its place, and spun a short thread in Lucrecia's place—thanks to the fact that he had tried to weave himself many times in order to study cashmere, and it was not difficult for him, but Caesar's expression could not help but become more eccentric.

Caesar had to admit that there was probably no one more than Giulio in being a lover. The Medici were even better.

The ceremony of the secret wedding had almost come to an end here, and in a small room adjacent to the prayer room, the marriage bed surrounded by white veils had already been prepared, and Lucretia had changed into a soft and wide dressing gown, as had Julio, which should have been a wonderful moment, except for Caesar, who stood motionless in the corner of the room.

"I said," said Giulio helplessly, "we don't need witnesses." ”

"A contract without witnesses is useless." Caesar smiled and said, "You can cover the sheets, Julio, and honestly, I'm worried, after all, you've never had a 'good guy' or a few 'good guys' in your room, people

Legend has it that you have a special hobby, well, as the bride's brother, I have to make sure you are healthy and doctrinal. ”

"I am as healthy and doctrinal as you are." Julio tilted his head, "The door is there." ”

Caesar glanced at Lucrea, who hid herself under the sheets and laughed sneeringly.

"According to the rules, there must be three witnesses here......" Caesar pouted.

"Fuck off." Giulio made a rare foul remark.

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When Giulio turned around, Lucretia had already stood up, her hands clutching the white linen sheets that were translucent in the candlelight, her golden hair was scattered over her shoulders and arms, the girl's delicate skin was like coagulated milk fat under the sunset, and her white skin was shy and red, but her eyes were full of enthusiasm and longing that only a delicate woman had, and the moment Giulio looked at her, she let go of her fingers, and the linen slipped from her body like flowing water, It presents a beautiful scenery that can make countless people crazy.

This is not the first time she has exposed her body in front of Giulio, but compared to the last time, her body has fully matured, like a flower room about to bloom, filled with sweet juice, as long as you suck gently, your body and mind can get the greatest comfort, Giulio stepped on the low marriage bed, put his hands under the girl's ribs, and hugged her lightly but tightly in his arms, now, he is no longer bound by reality, or moral condemnation, or rational warning, he is wholeheartedly, only the fragrant lover in front of himThey fell like blooming flowers on their fluffy fur, their limbs intertwined, their lips touching, and although neither Lucrecia nor Giulio were formally intimate with a person of the opposite sex for the first time, they were strangely not the slightest feeling of embarrassment or urgency, they were like a cut fruit, satisfied when they were reunited.

The whale wax candle as thick as a child's arm had burned out, and the light from the small window high in the room had changed from dark blue, white, and silver to red and gold, and the slender pillars of light moved from one end of the marriage bed to the other, but they never disturbed the sweet lovers, who were asleep like two lambs nestled under the womb of a ewe, and when they awoke, they were like undulating rivers, long and slow, full of affection for each other.