This chapter still needs to be revised, and it will be changed around 9 o'clock tomorrow morning, sorry. "They also have an excommunicated king now. Anne said calmly.

Louis XII's anger immediately filled his chest, he knew that his wife did not love him, did not respect him, and even hated him, but it did not matter, he needed Brittany, not a woman, but such words still stung him deeply, he jerked his head up, and glared angrily at the hateful woman, but she only laughed, and after a while, he found that Anne's smile also hid exhaustion, Disturbed and angry, he opened his mouth, and could not say anything, in fact, he did disappoint her, and his subjects, who had secretly laughed at Charles VIII, as if it were fate, or a curse, that he had fallen into the same situation, and if there was any consolation, it was probably that he had a healthy heir, and for the sake of their common son, Anne would at least be on his side in the war with the princes.

Indeed, the Duchess of Brittany complained only slightly, and she did not expect the present king to give any good idea: "One year, your majesty, there is only one year to lift the law," she repeated, "and time flies, and we don't have much time left, so you must recuperate for a few days, and then prepare to go to Rome to ask the Pope for forgiveness." ”

Louis XII looked desperate, the humiliation of Canossa was a monolith in the hearts of every king, and even though Henry IV washed away the humiliation by destroying half of Rome and banishing Pope Gregory VII, he still faced constant rebellions and attacks because he was excommunicated for the second time, including his own son, Henry V. So much so that he ended up spending the rest of his life in captivity and exile as a sinner, and after his death, Pope Pascal II at the time did not even allow people to hold a funeral for him, let alone the sacrament of death, and people said that he would fall into purgatory until the end of the world.

But he was also well aware that he had to accept the reality that, as Anne said, according to the law of breaking the door, if the punished person did not receive the forgiveness of the person who had disciplined him within a year, then his vassals would have to swear allegiance to his dismissal, that is, his princes, even the most humble commoners, would be able to raise arms against him with impunity, his marriage would be null and void, his son would be illegitimate child, he would not be allowed to enter the church, he would not be allowed to receive or participate in any religious rituals, and even if he died, he would have to be abandoned like a slave in a unknown place, as Henry IV had been。

The problem was that although he knew exactly what he had to do, he couldn't help but tremble and burst into tears.

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After reminding, or warn, Louis XII, the Duchess of Brittany, the Queen of France, left the king's chamber, and the corridor was filled with worried nobles, both French and Brittany, and at the end of the corridor stood her son Francis.

"Am I going to be bastard?" asked Francis in a whisper of apprehension as she was taken into Anne's arms.

"No," replied Anne firmly, "never." ”

She placed her hand on her son's shoulder, which was soft and strong, calming Francis's restless heart a little.

Although the Duchess of Brittany said so, and his companions and ladies gave them as little comfort as they could— They asked him if he wanted some sweet snacks, or go out hunting, or dance with the maids, but unfortunately the duchess never relaxed on the education of the Crown Prince Francis, and his history teacher had long ago talked about what had happened before the castle of Canossa, and how terrible it was that a stinking commoner from a leatherman's family, who, by climbing to the highest position of the church, was able to persecute a noble king, and his wife and son, standing outside the castle gates, trembling in the wind and snow, for three days and three nights, praying for his forgiveness, and bowing down to him like a slave bowing to his master, and then signed a contract full of humiliation.

Francis was not interested, he sent them out the door, sat alone at his desk, and when he found that his hand had unintentionally rested on the Bible, he quickly retracted his hand as if it had been bitten by a scorpion— He did not understand why his king and father had acted so recklessly, and although his mother, the Duchess of Brittany, was not very religious, everyone knew that the Church has always had an extremely important and special place in people's hearts, and of course, you can despise it, ignore it, or destroy it, but you also have to accept the consequences that come with it.

He thought that he might have to follow his father, standing outside Rome, barefoot, draped in a linen robe, chanting prayers in the bitter cold wind, allowing the breath of his breath to freeze with his tears until he fainted, so that His Excellency the Pope, whom he had never met, might show some mercy...... His cobalt blue eyes involuntarily heated, and at this moment the majestic image of Louis XII, which had been described to him by the French attendants and ministers, suddenly faded its original color, and became mottled and unsightly—and he even hated his father, because of Louis XII, his innocent mother, the noble lady, who also suffered such humiliation.

If he had given himself life, the Dauphin thought, he had to pay his debts, but why should his mother, the Duchess of Brittany, suffer? She had not declared war on the Church, had not committed an unforgivable crime, and her only fault was that she had such a husband.

There was a knock on the door, and one of the guards, who was very close to him, asked him if he needed company, but the crown prince refused.

This guard was none other than the son of the Prince of Augerand, a Brittany minister who was very favored by the Duchess, and his son was also a witty and cheerful man, so he was usually very popular with the Crown Prince. Although Francis occasionally hears some rumors from some ill-intentioned people, he does not believe that he does not know who she is after spending more than ten years with his mother, and she may not love her husband, his father, but she has a hot heart, and is more like a man in thought, she laughs at love, and does not believe that men can be chaste, and the council room attracts her attention more than the bed— It must be said that she has a lover, then there will be no one else except Brittany, even he, who was born for Brittany.

The Dauphin got up from his desk and went to a huge dressing mirror, twelve years after the Florentines had found a way to make a clear glass mirror, and later, in order to redeem Giulio Medici who was in Brest at the time, Constena of the Medici family presented this precious document to his father, Louis XII, and Louis XII received a steady stream of large sums of money, which were thrown into the bottomless abyss of war.

In Blois, however, the bright silver mirror had the good fortune of being a must-have in the rooms of the nobles, especially women, who were even ashamed to see people without a mirror large enough to see their whole body.

The crown prince also liked the mirror, and he knew that he had a beautiful face, which allowed him to gain the respect and affection of the people at a very young age, even if not by virtue of his status, after all, in this era, it was unanimously believed that those with outstanding looks must be blessed.

And in his imagination, his father should also be a handsome person, but this is not the case.

It wasn't that he hadn't seen his father, but he was still very young then, too young to be that conscious, but today he did look closely at Louis XII's face and compare it with himself— Although Louis XII prides himself on his outstanding appearance, and countless sycophants often compare him to Apollo the Sun King or Mars, the god of war, he is in fact quite ugly and too serious, he has dark hair and thick eyebrows, sunken eyes, a long nose, the tip of the nose is crooked downward, the lips are dark and bloodless, and the cheeks can be said to be plump when he was young, but this year he is also forty-nine years old, and he has encountered such a big setback, and his long career in war has ruined his health, and his face has drooped downward, making him look even older and unapproachable。

The Duke of Orleans, His Royal Highness Francis, had a beautiful face, and it was said that it was perhaps because his mother's blood was more dominant, like the color of his hair, but the question was that his facial contours were rarely soft and delicate, who was this like? People whispered, after all, neither from Breton nor from Orleans had such a lovely jaw and gentle cheekline, and everyone was saying that their crown prince had an impeccable face like His Majesty the painter Adonis, but they must also say that he really had nothing in common with his father.

The crown prince also had to admit this, but the people around him had never had such physical characteristics, and even his mother Anne's face was tougher than his.

Frightened, he reached out and pulled down the curtains on either side of the mirror, obscuring the horrible sight.

Not just because he might just be his mother's child, but because he suddenly realized that he didn't love his father or his king.

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Compared to the worried and distressed French, Pope Leo X of Rome was much happier.

After being forced to fast for more than ten days, he was finally given a brief forgiveness, and although the portion was still limited, he was finally able to eat meat and honey, "which is the value of being human." He was moved to say that even the prayers had become much more pious, and of course, above all, the sword of Damocles hanging over his head, while he was still complaining about the monotonous diet, was solved overnight by his brother and courtier, Giulio Medici, with lightning speed, just as the humiliation suffered by Henry IV at Canossa was finally cleansed by the sacking of Rome and the deposition of the Pope, and since the three popes, the Church has been constantly eager to revive the power of God, so that the emperor and the king are once again prostrate at their feet, although this possibility is becoming more and more insignificant as the Church becomes more and more corrupt and degenerate.

The victory over France, especially in Rome, undoubtedly lifted the hearts of the clergy and the bishops, with the exception of Cardinal George and others, who were still imprisoned.

Pope Leo X was so triumphant and excited that he even summoned many tailors to make more beautiful clothes for himself.

"If I sharpen my shining sword and hold the power of judgment in my hands, I will take revenge on my enemies and on those who hate me." ”

"Gold or colored silk?" asked the tailor.

"Gold thread. Leo X said: "Put a ruby on the word revenge." ”

"Yes, Your Excellency. ”

The tailor immediately noted the pope's request, and more tailors gathered around the pope to see if there was anything else to adjust to the new white christ of Christ.

"Your body has become stronger and taller. One tailor complimented, "You really need to remake the robes, which don't fit at all." ”

Leo X knew that he had lost weight only because of his diet, but this sounded so good, and he rewarded the tailor with ten gold florins.

By the way, the inner treasury of the church was finally enriched again, and those prisoners of Rome and Ravenna, whether French, Neapolitans, or others, had become enemies of the Pope, and it was not so easy to atone for their sins, and in short, their indulgences must have been the most expensive, as well as ransoms, settlements...... Captured equipment and horses...... Mansions, acres, vineyards and workshops that were seized and confiscated...... There are even the discredited income generated by the death of the clergy - the poor people who are unfortunately on the wrong side, some of them are frightened themselves, and some of them are left behind...... In short, let's pray for them.

The clergy who had complained about the Monks of Mercy had taken away a lot of business no longer complained, because such a deal alone would make them eat with their chests and stomachs high, and they would no longer care about the little leftovers.

"Oh," the pope, who was raising a hand for the tailor to measure his bust, suddenly raised his voice, "Giulio, Giulio, my brother! What are you doing, come to me!"

Julio had to retract his steps towards the Signature Chamber, and now regretted having placed his bedroom next door to the Pope's bedchamber, reminding himself to leave the Pope as soon as possible as he took a few steps back into the Pope's bedchamber.

The spacious chamber was a little cramped, for the Pope had put in the wooden table where the dresses were fitted, and in addition to the tailors and their assistants, there were rows of wooden shelves from which priceless vestments hung in a strong red in addition to the holy white.