On the eve of the dawn of Easter Sunday, the bell that had been silent for three days and nights since Holy Thursday rang again. Pen × fun × Pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 info Santa Maria first. Bender. Flore Cathedral and then St. Flore's Cathedral. Lorenzo Church, Santa Croce, All Saints' Church...... The dull bells rang one after another, resounding throughout the warm and dark sky, calling the Florentine people to the morning mass.

The first to leave their homes were bankrupt and declining workshop owners, helpers, apprentices and day laborers, and other urban poor, whose incomes were so meagre and precarious that they could not pay enough taxes in exchange for full citizenship, who had no right to form their own guilds, and who had no other guild to allow them to join, leaving them with little political and economic security; They and their families can only live in the diocese of San Frediano or San Piero. The diocese of Storino, the parish of Sant'Ambrogio, these three arrondissements are close to the city walls, dangerous and deserted, and are far from the Cathedral where Easter Sunday Mass is held (i.e. Santa Maria. Bender. Flore Cathedral) is separated by nearly twenty parishes and the Arno River. So many people have already dressed themselves even before the bell rings and the sky is still dark: the man is dressed in a shirt of fresh linen and muslin, a tight tunic of wool, a woolen coat, a low-mouthed, broad-headed loafer polished shiny, and perhaps an oval cap; Most of their wives had only a decent cotton or plain woollen dress with sleeves, but this did not prevent them from constantly making changes in their sleeves and necklines, as well as in their ornaments; For example, changing the slightly outdated round neck to a more fashionable square neck, embellishing lace on the cuffs, or weaving a chain of ribbons around the neck (often used by the poor who do not have much luxury capital), just as her husband always wears a small silk embroidered pocket around his waist every festival; Most of the children's clothes came from their parents and adult siblings, and only the white garments worn during the first communion were necessarily new.

Men, women, and children meet their neighbors, relatives and friends in the narrow, round cobblestone streets, which have always been lifeless, and the gloomy town is suddenly filled with countless shrill laughter and cheerful noise.

"Christ is risen!"

"It's really resurrected!"

They informed and confirmed each other the news of the resurrection of the Son, greeted each other, flirted and amused, and chased and shoved through one dark and damp street after another, which were winding and criss-crossed, but there were no rules in order or length, and the chaos was as complex as that of a plate of overturned goat's intestines—the layout of the city of Florence in 1478 was very interesting, and the division was based not on wealth or status, but on family name and blood. Members of the family with the same surname, together with relatives, clergy, merchants, mercenaries, servants and artisans who belonged to them, lived together along a street or around a square, in order to be able to gather the greatest strength and support in the shortest possible time.

The square boulders grew as fast as the leaves of the climbing plants stretched out one after the other—thick walls of covetousness and hatred, heavily guarded dovetailed battlements and battlements, ramparts, heavy iron bars, awl-like cage towers, large, pointed two-color arches with shields and coats of arms greedily competing for every inch of space and light. Their thick shadows are intimately superimposed on each other, so that between the two blocks, there is always a single line in the sky, and the streets must be dark all day long.

On more than one occasion, the Florentine Council issued decrees to try to curb or correct this bad trend, but it was always impossible for a variety of reasons - powerful families were always closely connected to a particular neighborhood and never moved easily, such as the Albizi family, and the lintels of the houses in Piazza Piluzzi were mostly engraved with the Pirouzzi family coat of arms, and the Baldi family was based on the Bardi street on the south bank of the Arno River...... And, the Medici district, San Lorenzo.

The Medici mansion is located in the eastern part of the ruling square, and the brown fortress-like building is rough, old, and square, like a forgotten cornerstone of the Tower of Babel, except for the arched windows on each floor, the only decoration is the triangular relief decoration at the lintel of the main entrance - two giant lions on either side of the house guard the Florentine emblem, and the virginity flower (lily) with the stamens in the coat of arms is unusually prominent - instead of the somewhat ridiculous lilies and small round ball-like family coats of arms of the Medici family, Since it was also the headquarters of the Florentine Consul, Cosimo I, the head of the Medici family at the time, made a rather generous concession on this issue.

His efforts paid off handsomely over the next half-century, and day after day the signs of lilies and balls spread outward and multiplied from the most unnoticeable places...... To this day, it and the power and ideas of the Medici family that it represents cover almost all of Florence.

Giuliano. Morality. The Medici, the second son of the Medici family, dressed in a scarlet cloak with sleeves, slowly stepped out of the Palazzo Vecchio, following the shadows of the zigzag towers towards a straight and wide (compared to other roads) passageway. Like the second sons of all the families, he was taller, more handsome, stronger and bohemian than his brother Lorenzo...... That last point seems to make him even more attractive.

While the Florentine populace made way for him, greeted him, or chanted the name of the Medici in support, the Medici second son was more humble and enthusiastic—whether it was a rude butcher, a cunning notary, a prominent member of the chamber of commerce, a stinking carver in tight leather trousers, a prostitute with a bell hanging from her hat and bun as required by the law, or a penitent in a black peaked burqa—he could justly give him the response he deserved. This kind of pleasurable and satisfying behavior may seem simple and easy, but it is quite rare among people of his age, especially when this young man still has wealth, status, and appearance that are difficult for ordinary people to achieve; So, although his face was a little pale, his movements were a little stiff, and the timing of his response was not so perfect, the people of Florence, especially the women, agreed that his slight faux pas did not come from the arrogance of his heart, after all, two years ago today, it was the day when his lover, the wife of the "Venus of the World" Justin Simoneta, died of lung disease.

Their assumptions are not entirely wrong, but they are far from the truth. Most of the reason for this young man's emaciation was physical, not emotional, and it must be attributed to Giuliano and his brother's father, Piero the "Gout". Morality. Medici.

This sickness, which is like being cursed by the devil, always comes and goes in the middle of the night, without a trace, without the slightest prediction, and can make a healthy and strong young man immobile and miserable in an instant. - A quarter of the patients likened the pain of a gout attack to being pierced through the skin by a sword; One in five likens it to a broken bone; One-third likened it to being burned by a charcoal fire, and the rest thought the pain was simply indescribable.

Giuliano was one of the last type, who became ill before the dawn of Good Friday (the first two days of Easter Sunday), and a pain that seemed to have tormented him for an entire night and two days, during which even the slightest movement or touch could have caused him to faint in pain. At its worst, the red, swollen and hot knees and calves couldn't even bear the weight of even a silk sheet.

His brother Lorenzo. Morality. The Medici had the same ailment - their father, Piero the Gout. Morality. When the Medici bestowed on their two sons Medici-style high noses, upturned jaws, narrow eyes and hard facial contours, they also wrote the strange diseases that had plagued their lives into the list of inheritances; Just as when he gave honor, status, power, and money to the next generation of Medici, he inevitably threw hostility, jealousy, resentment, and hatred into it - although this was not his intention, but the world is always like this, who can do everything smoothly and be satisfied?

The second son of the Medici gasped softly, licking his teeth and waiting for another wave of pain to pass - he narrowed his eyes and raised his head, Santa Maria. Bender. The vermilion octagonal vault of Flore's Cathedral was in sight, the Consulate had made a resolution to enlarge the square, the powerful and powerful who had inhabited the area were in the blink of an hour charged with various crimes, their property was confiscated, their houses and towers were forcibly demolished, and all people, including fragile women, newborn babies and dying old people, were forced to move in humiliation to remote areas within a few days, or even to be exiled altogether—the feelings of the Florentine people were always so extreme that they were not on one side of the scales, It's on the other side of the scales - they don't care about lifting a family, a person aloof; And never minded throwing him down and trampling him into mud.

"Christ is risen!"

"It's really resurrected!" The announcement was clearly directed at him, and Giuliano had to suppress his impatience and irritability from the pain, and replied in accordance with the canon. At the same time he turned as little as he could, ready to kiss the pesky announcer three times, according to Easter custom.

Shiny Francisco. Morality. Patch emerged from the shadows of the Loggia, the eldest son of the Patch family and Giuliano's in-law, Bernardo. Bandini followed him like a heel followed the upper. The two young men were unusually dressed today, especially the young Patchy, who was wearing a silver-embossed brocade coat embroidered with gold family crests, revealing a creamy velvet tunic covered with pearls and a jeweled necklace around his neck, and the pleated sleeves of his coat that could almost fit into another smaller Patch—fortunately the padding in his shoulders, sleeves, and leggings was not as exaggerated as it had been in the past—Giuliano remembered seeing the young Patch two days ago, Between his legs, the kodopes (the cloth that covers the crotch) are delicately embroidered, inlaid with precious stones, pearls, and "sufficient" padding to make it look like a baby's head with a hat, not to mention the rest of the body.

Patch stretched out his arm to Giuliano and hugged him as if he were a true friend or brother, and kissed him.

Giuliano was surprised, but barely responded with the same speed and intensity.

Even though the Medici and Pache had confessed their sins in the presence of the Consulate and the priests no less than ten times in accordance with the Bible, and tried to show forgiveness and friendship for each other - even his sister Bianca was married into the Patch family as collateral for the promise of reconciliation, the Pacci family, as political and commercial enemies for nearly a hundred years, had never been able to gain even a single honorary seat in the Medici family's ruling body, which prevented them from gaining any benefit in any Florentine resolution. It may even be sacrificed; In return, the Patches did everything they could to interfere with all Medici decisions, and most recently took away Pope Sixtus IV's financial management from the Medici.

Perhaps Lorenzo should be reminded to see what the Patches have been doing lately, whether they have caught the handle of some idiot in the Hundreds, or whether they have bribed an agent of the Medici family.

The jewels and gold on Pacci's body hurt the ribs of the Medici's second son, and Giuliano suddenly remembered that he had not put sleeveless chain mail under his coat as was customary today, nor had he carried any weapons, and Lorenzo had personally reminded him of this on more than one occasion, but the insomnia and mental malaise caused by gout and alcoholism from time to time always made him unable to remember anything. Giuliano hesitated to look at the Medici Mansion, which had disappeared at the end of the street, and then at Giotto's bell tower, which was nearby, next to the cathedral where Easter Sunday Mass was held, where he could clearly see crowds of monks pouring into the side entrance of the church with the cross and the icon of the Virgin Mary.

Giuliano dismissed the idea of going back, not wanting to be reprimanded by his brother for not making it to the first Mass and Holy Communion. Francisco's arm had already wrapped around his neck, and Bernardo grabbed his other arm intimately, and the two of them smiled and walked forward with great affection and affection.