The Duchess could only see her fingers and the blue-black slate, but her ears were still standing tall - I must describe that she was very young when she ran into a room full of discarded furniture to find her kitten.

It was a kitten that was not familiar enough with her, and even if Anne pulled it out of the dog's mouth, fed it chewed meat and milk, and wrapped it in a blanket, it would still look for every opportunity to escape, and if it had fled far, Anne would not have to find it, but it never ran far, and when Anne turned her head or got up, she could catch a glimpse of a small tail peeking out from behind the curtains, or a shadow cast by its large ears on the wall.

Finally, it was her maid who told her not to move, and the cat would come to her on its own.

Really, Anne remembered, she was kneeling in that room, and the sunlight came through the small window, forming a pillar of light, and the pillar of light was dusty, like so many elves flying, and she saw first a small, tiny, smaller paw than her own thumb hesitantly sticking out from behind a crooked spiral table foot, and then the tip of the black-brown ear...... Bewildered golden eyes...... with tight shoulders.

It was so nervous, so timid, that as soon as Anne moved, it fled back into the shadows.

Like the young Archbishop of Lucca, Anne could see in the afterglow, he took one step forward, and two more steps back.

They were so similar, Anne thought, as she straightened up, and she was alone in the room again, and when she left, she remembered to push the wooden window back into the distance, lest the howling sea breeze take away the temperature of the room. She stood up, rang the bell, and Mrs. Kindness walked in through the door, her face relieved and regretful.

The Duchess shook her head at the female officer she trusted the most, she was not very sorry, she had known Julio very well in a few months of getting along. The Medici were men, some of whom regarded the generosity of others as a blessing for themselves, and who would neither be polite nor grateful when they received it, while others, who regarded the generosity of others as a burden, would not only be grateful but would find ways to reciprocate it—Giulio was undoubtedly the latter, and in spite of all the embarrassing and painful things that had happened to him in Brest, he still remembered to ask the monks to give him woollen cloth or wine in return when the blessed commoners brought him candles and cheese— Even such a small thank-you gift will be remembered in her heart, and the duchess is not at all worried that her investment will be lost.

It's ...... "bitten by Borgia's viper," the duchess lamented, "it's not so easy to deceive." ”

"What are you going to do next?" Madame Kindness brought the Duchess a glass of piping hot wine. "He's going to Lucca, and your ...... Preparations are also underway for the wedding. ”

The duchess looked at the wine glass: "Forget it, give me milk, he said, if you are going to get pregnant, it is best for women and men not to touch wine again." She stretched and lay down comfortably on the bed: "I didn't plan to have sex with him today, and they agreed on a wedding date around next year's Three Kings Festival (January 6). This child must be laid on the eve of the wedding - my witch has prepared the corresponding rituals and potions, anointings, the priest will perform more than three masses for me, if possible, I hope that he will have sex with me after the feast of St. Martin (November 11), I will have a son born around the feast of Our Lady of the following year (September 8), and this time is perfectly acceptable even if it is born prematurely, and, as far as we have been told, the French will gather their troops in July of the following year, So that Louis XII could get Milan and Naples.

In other words, when I gave birth, Louis XII and some of the French ministers would not be present. This war will go on for at least two years, and I hope three or four years, so that when he comes back, my son will no longer be a baby, and he will not die easily. ”

"The problem is that Louis XII was very suspicious indeed." Madame Kindness went to the door, and after taking the hot milk from the maid, she looked around cautiously, and although this belonged to Brittany, the matter they were discussing was indeed too important.

"So I'm going to let the Medici go as soon as possible, he is gone on May Day, but my child is born on the feast of the Virgin, whose child can stay in his mother's womb for sixteen months?"

"But by the time Saint-Martin's Day, you'll be in Blois."

"Don't underestimate our Mr. Bishop." The duchess smiled slightly: "I withdrew the servants from the room, but I did not remove the guards and soldiers in the room. ”

"The only thing we have to worry about now is the child's face."

"My mother, and Louis XII's grandfather, were all black-haired, and as for the eyes, the children of golden-eyed people must have only brown, blue, or green eyes." The Duchess grimaced, "It's still Julio. What the Medici told me, I tried to verify again—although there were very few people with golden eyes, there were still them, and that was one of the reasons why I made the final decision. ”

"So," said Mrs. Kindness, first surprised, and then laughed, "does he know that he has dug himself a trap?" ”

"It's a bit excessive, ma'am." Said the Duchess.

"That's right, it's too much to describe you as a trap." Mrs. Kindness pouted: "At least it has to be a big swamp." With that, she burst out laughing, but after a few laughs, her tears flowed out, and Madame had to turn her head and pretend to be packing away her glass.

The Duchess was also kind enough to dismiss it: "We may have to discuss this later," she said, "and the father of the child has not yet fully fallen into it." ”

"Then we should push it." Madame said.

"You're right," said the duchess, "we're going to increase our chips." ”

"How much?"

"So much so that even if there was one Hell and ten thousand demons between us, he would do everything he could to rush to me."

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Konstena. The Medici were grateful that they had worn a black muslin that hung down enough to cover their entire face.

The departure of the Medici would have been awkward and bleak, but the one hundred and fifty knights from the Duchess of Brittany reversed the situation—according to tradition, each of them had an accompanying knight and an archer, two servants, and a different number of servants, as well as a strong war horse, and two pack horses, their shining chain mail, axes and broadswords hanging from their waists, helmets, shields, and provisions piled on the backs of pack horses and servants, and the servants carried spears and spears for them.

"We are here on orders of Your Majesty," cried the young knight at the head, "and we will escort you to Lucca to ensure your safety." ”

Constena managed to close her mouth, her hand creeping down on Julio's back and screwing it heavily.

"When you get back, you must tell me what you did!" She whispered in her brother's ear.

Giulio grinned silently, Constena had grown up in the same palace with him, and Ezio would have been a good assassin if she had wanted to.

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The marriage contract between King Louis XII of France and Anne of Brittany was still being negotiated. The wedding of Borgia to Alfonso, Duke of Bissabilly, took place on July 21, as the Pope had expected, and for this wedding the Pope spent about 20,000 gold ducats.

Emissaries of France and Caesar. Borgia returned to Rome with him, and in a letter to Louis XII he wrote: "Although it was not excessively ostentatious, it nevertheless surpassed anything I had ever seen, second only to the wedding of kings and queens, with feasts all night long, mountains of meat and desserts, wine flowing like mountain streams on the table, no less than thirty prostitutes dancing naked in front of the pope and the newlyweds, and people throwing gold and silver coins on the ground for them to pick up, all exposed. It's like a farmer's cow...... Each guest was generously gifted, either jewelry or title deeds...... In my room, the servants used silk instead of dried flowers to eliminate the smell...... It is said that "

No one knows what Louis XII thought, but before Caesar's marriage to his cousin Charlotte was confirmed, he wrote to Pope Alexander VI asking the French to welcome Caesar. Borgia threw away 30,000 gold to his death, and to the surprise of most people and the anger of the King of France, the Pope agreed without thinking - what does this mean? Louis XII was depressed for days at the thought of the great fortune he had inherited from Philip IV, but he could not complain to anyone about it.

This uncatharsable and indispelable jealousy grew like a seed in the heart of this king.

Pope Alexander VI, of course, knew nothing about this, and he harshly criticized Caesar for having a womanly heart for making Julio . The Medici returned to Italy from France intact.

"At that time, he was already under the protection of the Duchess of Brittany." Caesar pleaded.

"But you were still his friend and master then," said the Pope angrily, "and you should have brought him back to Brest, and then whether it was a high fever, or a broken wound, or the misfortune of taking a poisonous potion, it was not all at your will?" Will the French still blame you for the death of a Medici? He shook his head: "You have disappointed me, Caesar, who is not decisive and cowardly—or do you think he is still worthy?"

Don't be stupid, I've seen too many people like this, they come from humble backgrounds, they are ambitious, and they just want to climb up by nepotism, don't they? As soon as he found out that it was impossible for Lucres to be formally betrothed to him, he groveled to another woman, flattering and flattering, well-disguised—but this is the most dangerous of all kinds, Caesar, whose humiliation is always returned a hundredfold to his enemies—and he has such a good skin! When the ladies saw him, they were so smitten that they didn't care about anything, and so did your sister, and so did the Duchess of Brittany. ”

The Pope frowned, pinched his fingers and thought for a while: "Forget it, it's useless to talk about this now, Caesar, this matter has nothing to do with you, after all, you are now a layman, since he is still the archbishop of Lucca, let us act according to the law of God - I hope this is the last time you make a mistake," he looked at Caesar sternly: "When you return to France, I hope to be able to hear pleasant news in three months." ”

Caesar gasped, as if to say something, but in the end he bowed his head, kissed the Father's ring, and walked out of the room.

The corridor leading to the hall was silent, but the hall was bustling with great noise, men and women, dancing and singing merrily, the most conspicuous of these people was his sister Luclayia, who was dressed in a crimson dress with a square neckline inlaid with gold threads and precious stones, and wore pearl-embellished shoes on her little feet, and with her dancing hand in hand was her husband, Alfonso, Duke of Biscebeli, who also looked particularly handsome to-day, and looked like a natural fit for Luclayia.

Their eyes were glued to each other and did not leave for a moment, as if they had been immersed in the sweetness of love and could not extricate themselves.

This scene not only stabbed Caesar in the eye, but also made some people unhappy, such as Avery and his wife, Sanxia.

Ever since Sancha's father, Alfonso II, the former king of Naples, had fled to a Sicilian monastery because he had lost the throne to his eldest son for fear of the French, her position in the Borgia family had become more and more humble, and by the time her brother had died untimely and her uncle Frederick IV, who had almost no affection for her, she had become worthless to the pope, and the Pope's illegitimate daughter, her sister-in-law, Lucresia, had married Alfonso, Duke of Bisacebili, the nephew of the current king.

Her husband was originally younger than her, and he could only be said to be a child in mind and body (he didn't love her either), and Juan, who had given her a little comfort and support, died at the hands of enemies or brothers, and she suddenly fell into an embarrassment and pain that she could not escape. Seeing that Lucretia could not only have so much dowry, but also be able to have such a wedding like a noblewoman, and a young and handsome husband with a prominent status, her eyes were even more red with jealousy.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, she was drunk and rude to intervene among the young couple, and when she saw Caesar hurrying through the crowd and running over, she smiled profligate and smirked, and raised a finger: "A riddle! ”

At the wedding feast, people often used witticisms or riddles to warm up the atmosphere, and although they were a little unhappy with Sanxia's interference, most of them quieted down and listened to her.

"Listen," cried Sangsha, "what is it, hanging from the side of a man's thigh, and always trying to insert it in the hole in which it used to be embedded?!" ”

Some of the men and women immediately understood, and the women couldn't help but bow their heads shyly, while the men sneered and winked.

"Guess...... Guess," Sanxia looked at Lucles with malice, "same...... Something that should be common to you...... How, perhaps," she looked at Alfonso again, "let me remind you that you can see this not only in your husband, but also in your brother Caesar, and in your father......"

There was a scream as Caesar had already stepped out of the crowd and without hesitation slapped Sanxia and knocked her to the ground.

Sanxia was dizzy, she groped in confusion, barely straightened up, maybe she wanted to say something, but Caesar grabbed her hair and dragged her away.

Lucrecia turned and threw herself into Alfonso's arms, crying bitterly.

Duke Bisherbi hugged her tightly and loved her.

PS: Mystery: What object hangs on the side of a person's thigh and always wants to be embedded in the hole where it used to be embedded before?

Mystery: The key.

So...... Not so 555...... Be pure, everybody.