Caesar left Alexander VI's room full of apprehension, he thought that Lucrecia would be with her sister-in-law Maria, or her brother and sister Sanxia, but in the glass-studded, sun-drenched sewing room, he found only Maria and Sanxia, the aftermath of last night's lust had not yet subsided on Maria's cheeks, and when Caesar walked in, her eyes caught him in an instant, and although she tried her best to hide it, the onlooker could still smell the unusual smell between them. Sansha sat opposite Mary, holding a large needle for chain embroidery, a special embroidery technique from the Persians that had been introduced to Italy in the 13th century and had now matured, and the two were embroidering together a red bull's head, the family crest of the Borgia family, with glittering gold thread trimmed on the horns and eyes of the bull, and beaded to highlight its tyrannical black eyes. Caesar glanced at the embroidery, which was only one horn left, and stepped forward, and kissed the hands of the two siblings, and Sancha found that his lips were indeed pressed against Maria's arm, and involuntarily bred jealousy—she was in her prime of life, and her husband Avery was still a twelve-year-old child, and their intercourse ritual was successful, but it was more frustrating than unsuccessful, and Sancha did not hesitate to maintain a long and intimate relationship with her husband's brother while Juan was still in Rome, But after Juan left Rome (or before Juan left) she turned her attention to Caesar, who apparently lacked interest in her - Sancha's dowry was more generous than Maria's, but Caesar was willing to be kind to his little brother Avery given that he had already killed a brother and perhaps another in the future.

After a moment of hesitation outside the embroidery room, Caesar went to the room of Bishop Picromini and his party, where he could not find Lucresia, and Giulio was nowhere to be found, and the worried brother thought for a while, and then turned to the boat dock by the silver lake, where the slope was overgrown with wild chrysanthemums, which had long since withered, but their leaves and stems were still there, and the flowers, which were associated with the saint Plekras, always grew on the edge of the pine forest, or rather, where there were pine trees, you could see the chrysanthemums, So it is seen as a symbol of deep friendship, but today, the person lying in the midst of them is not a pair of friends, but a pair of cute little lovers.

Lucretia was wrapped in a heavy hooded cloak, and in this era, the style of the cloak did not distinguish between men and women, but this cloak was covered with black and shiny bear skin, long and wide, and even if it was draped over a six- or seven-foot-tall Templar, there would be no sense of disobedience, Lucrea hid inside, and no one could make out who was inside, only the tight trousers and boots peeking out from under the cloak - Caesar sighed slightly in his heart, but because Lucrea wore trousers, Straddles and other improprieties were done at Giulio's instigation and with his connivance, and he had nothing to blame for them.

And lying beside Lucracia was Giulio in the bishop's robe, and his short sword was placed not far from his hand, and Caesar watched for a moment, and saw Lucrea reach out and hold Giulio's head, and a pair of small hands touched his face, even if he couldn't see his face clearly, he could see how elated she was in her movements.

"It's good," said Lucrecia, "Julio, you don't have a beard. ”

"I have a beard," Giulio immediately retorted, and the fact that a sixteen-year-old boy does not have a beard only indicates that some part of him is not developing as well as it should be, something that no man can vaguely understand: "I shave." ”

"It's still good like this." The beard only reminded Luclaycia of Luigi, the man who had left many unbearable memories in her life, she leaned over and kissed Giulio's eyes, her slender fingers slid from his jaw to his collarbone, and then from his collarbone to the base of his ear, and as she mischievously grabbed Giulio's ear, Giulio grabbed her wrist and kissed her, the kiss of the girl and boy was warm and clean, and the most flowing in it was not the desire of the flesh but the urgent need of the soul, Giulio dropped Lucrecia's cloak, His forehead pressed against Lucretia's curled lower abdomen, his skull against her thighs, the girl's back arched, his spine almost protruding from the skin, and in the darkness created by the cloak, they exchanged sweet breaths and fragrant liquids, shortness of breath, tangled hair, fingers crossed and clenched.

They didn't even notice that there were three people watching over the place.

Caesar's heart was churning with sourness and pain, as he grew older and matured, his affection for Lucles multiplied day by day, and he also hoped to be able to caress her as his father had arranged, but it was precisely because he loved her that he wanted his little sister to be with the person he really liked, yes, it was not the worldly morality that stood in front of Caesar, nor the decrees of religion, but the heart of Lucrecia, who loved Julio wholeheartedly, and Giulio ...... He had rejected Lucrea, but it was probably the cruelest thing he could ever do to himself, driven by reason. So when Lucres pleaded with Caesar for Caesar, who was in the French barracks, he couldn't ignore his heart again. However, his change only gave Caesar more headaches, and he did not know that after hundreds of years there was a term called "absolute threshold", but in the analysis of Alexander VI, it was able to attract and seduce Julio. There are very few Medici things, and it is precisely because there are very few things, so when this thing appears, it is almost impossible to divert his attention or give up, not to mention, this is Lucrecia, his little sister, no one can know her charm better than him, and he does not think that there can be a second woman who can surpass Lucresia, she and Giulio, in addition to the inherent attraction between men and women, have the emotional basis of years of intimacy, think of the years in Picromini's Pienza, For several years in Perugia and Pisa, and in Rome, they remembered each other, and forgetting each other was like giving up a part of their lives.

"It's the first time Giulio hasn't noticed me." Ezio said half-jokingly, half-earnestly, "No, no, no, I don't think he would notice an elephant striding past him at this time." That's a bit of a bad thing, you say, sir? ”

"I don't think so." Cardinal Picromini said calmly.

"I think we all know Giulio," Ezio said, "and he's emotional and responsible. "Just as before, despite the bad behavior of Pierrot, the new head of the Medici, he returned to Florence at a time when the Medici family was on the verge of collapse, and if it was only the whim of a young man, then his subsequent experience with the Council of the Seventy and King Charles VIII of France proved that he had the wisdom and courage of Moser and the courage of David." He's not the kind of guy who just wants to spend the night with a little girl, or make his own child an illegitimate child," Ezio continued, "he's going to give up his teaching position for Lucresia, and there's a good job waiting for him—the Medici have lost their parents, and their only male is only fourteen, and I have seen him, and he seems to prefer to hide in his sister's skirt than to face the enemy." Constena, his twin sister, and the supporters of the Medici family, seem to prefer Julio to be the Medici's parent—I think that's exactly what he did, but now ......"

"It is not right for him to go back now," said Cardinal Picromini, "the Council of the Seventy, and the enemies of the Medici, are eyeing this family, and he is so ...... Brilliantly, I dare say that he will be assassinated as soon as he returns to Florence, or if his intentions are revealed, and even if he can get out, he will not be able to move an inch in Florence. ”

"Don't forget, there's also a Savonarola." Cardinal Picromini reminded, and Ezio pouted his tongue and said admiringly: "What shall I say?" Giulio must have been sad to know that his mentor was supporting his enemies. ”

"I'm just going to make the campfire burn a little more vigorously so that it goes out sooner."

"Is it the same for Lucrea?" Ezio asked curiously.

"No, she's just a page of a book." Cardinal Picromini put his hands back in his sleeves: "Giulio has always had to read this page, not her, but others, young people must have tasted love to know how worthless it is before the eternal Lord, it can only be depraved, painful, cringe, debilitating. ”

"Hopefully this is not your experience." Ezio muttered.

"yes." Cardinal Picromini admitted in Ezio's astonished gaze: "When I was in Perugia, I went out of my way to taste love, but I found that it did not appeal to me more than books or corpses, and that's it. ”

"I wonder if Julio is lucky or unlucky to have a mentor like you." Ezio muttered.

"Of course it's lucky, both for him and for me." "He loves me like a father, and I love him like a son," said Cardinal Picromini, who had a keen sense of hearing, "so," he looked at the Assassin of Assasin with those grim eyes: "I know you've always wanted Giulio to renounce the priesthood and become an Assassin at the same time as he became the Medici's parent, but don't let me know you're involved in his affairs, or Rodrigo. Borgia would suddenly have a detailed list on his desk. ”

Ezio knew, of course, that Cardinal Picromini was not an empty threat, and that the Picromini family, who seemed to be in decline, was still a behemoth entrenched in Rome and the Holy City, otherwise Sixtus IV would not have had to go to great lengths to expel Picromini from Rome in the name of mission, and Alexander VI would not have had to try to bribe and bribe him, Cardinal Picromini, who was the head of the family, which was personally appointed by his uncle Pius II.

What Cardinal Picromini did not tell Ezio was that Giulio. The Medici were truly spiritual men, like the saints of the past, who were destined to be cattle and horses for the Lord, and no matter how many astray paths Giulio had to go after him, Cardinal Picomini was able to see the final end.

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Julio the cat barked coquettishly. It was just chasing a wild mouse, and when it turned around, why was the owner gone? It relentlessly circled around the dense bearskin cloak several times, and penetrated through a gap less than the size of a fist, the cat's eyes were not disturbed by the darkness, but Giulio and Lucrecia's embrace with almost no gaps made it agitated, the muffled meow of the cat echoed in the cloak, it heard the master and another person laughing, and then a brief conversation, the cat heard its name, and thought that the master was calling itself, but it still could not get any substantial reassurance, it pricked up its ears, Listening to the strange sounds, like who is tasting a sweet and juicy peach, the human body is very warm, and in this kind of weather, it is undoubtedly the greatest temptation for cats. After a few moments, it finally decided not to wait, but to hit the possible void with its furry head, hoping to get into the arms of its owner and enjoy it comfortably.

"Oh, Julio," Lucrecia laughed in the darkness, "don't, don't do this...... It's so itchy...... Giulio ...... Stop ......"

"What?" Julio asked in a low voice, "Is this it?" Do you feel itchy? His belated voice change period in the past few days has finally come, and his hoarse voice has an indescribable taste at this time.

"Hmm......"

Julio cats try to drill in, and humans really like to eat peaches.

It took Lucretia a moment to break free from the scorching aura that enveloped her: "It's not you...... I'm talking about...... This one...... Julio! ”

Julio finally broke through the last barrier and emerged from the damp skin, "Meow!" "Yes.