[Henry VIII] Tudor Crown

"So do you like Da Vinci or hate him?" Guillaume was even more confused: "It shouldn't be your reaction to hate someone!"

"Childish! Could it be that people's feelings can only be divided into likes and dislikes? Who taught you this simple dualistic thinking?" Michelangelo blew his beard and stared: "I admire Da Vinci's strength and Do I hate him for being contradictory? Let me tell you, if he is an ordinary person, he is not worthy of my dislike."

After all, Michelangelo rubbed Guillaume's hair, not caring how difficult the paint on his hands was to wash off, and how crazy the court maids would be when they saw the paint on Guillaume's head .

"Then am I someone you can look up to?" Guillaume, who didn't care about Michelangelo's movements at all, said with a smirk, "After all, you also dislike me."

Faced with Guillaume's question, Michelangelo was stunned for a moment, and then said seriously: "With your talent and reputation, you are not worthy of talking with me."

"...is it so vicious?"

"But for the sake of you having a good father, let me just barely approve of you!" Michelangelo sat down next to Guillaume, looked at the dome mural that he had painted one-fifth, and asked casually: " Isn't it beautiful!"

Guillaume leaned on Michelangelo's shoulders, and the two snuggled together like a father and son: "Is this a picture of the Banquet of the Twelve Lord Gods? I thought you could draw "Genesis."

"Huh! What's so good about "Genesis"?" When mentioning the most important work of his first half of his life, Michelangelo actually said with disdain: "Perfect human settings only exist in empty and sad fantasies, and this It is precisely the embodiment of the most inferiority complex of human beings.”

Michelangelo looked at the twelve main gods on the dome showing all their ugliness, and said meaningfully: "The prototype of gods is just human beings who try their best to hide their ugliness, and facing their own incompleteness is precisely the most courageous and most praiseworthy behavior of human beings. "

"Then are you a person who can face up to your shortcomings?" Guillaume looked at Michelangelo's crooked nose because of a fight, and said every sentence: "You will never show humanity in paintings, and then in life Go ahead and deceive yourself!"

Michelangelo was stiffened by Guillaume's question, and then he said depressedly: "I will disclose my shortcomings in my personal biography, and then future generations will evaluate the right and wrong of my life."

After all, Michelangelo resumed his defiant attitude, and said with a trace of disdain in his tone: "I only hope that future generations can produce a few geniuses that I can admire, otherwise I will be pointed out by a group of mediocre people." It’s too frustrating.”

"You still have the capital for future generations to evaluate you, but what about me? It is estimated that 100 years later, people will mention me as the second son of William III and the younger brother of Henry IX." Guillaume poked his elbow self-deprecatingly Michelangelo's side waist, teasing: "Why don't you let me rub your fame, or leave more records in history, and leave a reputation as an art patron in the future."

"You have a good idea." Michelangelo rolled his eyes at Guillaume, and said with a more vicious tongue than him: "You got it from the money you sponsored? Didn't you get it from your father? It was done by Medici. The sponsorship is using your own money, but what about you? Besides the annual salary and the things left by your grandparents, what else do you have? Huh?"

Michelangelo looked down at Guillaume, raised his eyebrows dramatically, and said, "Don't think so easily about art sponsorship, and don't think so simply about your parents' achievements."

"If it weren't for your one-in-a-kind background, and you have a pair of very good parents, with your personality, if you were placed in Rome when I was young, you would definitely be gnawed to the bone." Michelangelo nodded Guillaume's forehead, and said earnestly: "Besides, if you want to rub my fame, it is not impossible."

"Really? When did you become so generous?" Guillaume didn't expect that he would gain unexpected rewards just by saying it casually!

"Hmph! I'm so old and famous, how can I still lie to you, you brat." Michelangelo said with great disdain: "Without me, the most famous artist of the [-]th century, telling you the whole story, how could you still lie to me?" Want to be a patron of the arts."

"That's right!" Guillaume agreed very much: "In return, I will write a biography for you!"

"You write a biography for me?" Michelangelo looked Guillaume up and down, feeling a little funny and playful: "With your writing style, can you really write a biography for me?"

"Besides me, can you find another person who will keep your biography and carry it forward?" Guillaume patted his chest, trying to show his reliability: "And I have the halo of the Tudor royal family on my head. You also write a biography with more authority than the average person."

"It's true!" Michelangelo touched his chin, showing a "interesting" look, and even followed Guillaume's train of thought: "When you buy a publishing house someday, you don't have to worry about me. No one collects his biography, and it can even be translated into many languages ​​and sold abroad."

"How do you calculate the copyright fee?" Guillaume, who was gradually becoming William like the Duke of Richmond, didn't even have a biography or a publishing house!Start thinking about copyright fees.

"Give it to you! Anyway, it's useless for me to keep it." Michelangelo, who has lived to this age, never cared about money.

Anyway, he has never been married and has no adopted children. His only pursuit in life is to have successors in art. Even if he has passed away for hundreds of years, someone will remember him and his artwork.

And Guillaume is the heir chosen by Michelangelo.

"For the sake of your getting married soon, I have prepared a gift for you." Taking advantage of this opportunity, Michelangelo also said some unspeakable nasty words to Guillaume: " You wait, I'll bring it to you right away."

"Don't be so anxious!" Guillaume watched Michelangelo trot to the paint store, and then brought a dilapidated wooden box.

"Give it to me?" Guillaume didn't feel the slightest bit of displeasure because of the shape of the box, but was moved by Michelangelo's willingness to give him a wedding gift.

You must know that when William III got married, Michelangelo just used money to make Queen Juana's shell carving jewelry, and the Duke of Richmond, who married Guillaume, has not received Michelangelo's expression so far. . "

"Is it jewelry? Or is it a work of art?" Guillaume picked up the box and looked it up and down, guessing with great interest: "I hope it's a pair of decorative figurines... But if you don't give me these, I will I entrust you to make a pair of wedding portraits for me and Margot."

"Just open it quickly, why are you talking so much nonsense?" Michelangelo said impatiently.

It's just that Guillaume could hear a trace of panic and embarrassment from his irritable tone.

To Guillaume's surprise, there was only a brand new parchment document in the huge box.He took out the rolled-up document, and under Michelangelo's uneasy look, he untied the cotton rope on it, and read out the will written in English, Italian, and French in a low voice.

"I... Michelangelo Buonarroti, hereby declare that William Henrique Tudor (the name of Guillaume) is the sole heir to my property, entitled to dispose of me after my death Remnants."

Since Guillaume was able to speak English, French, and Italian since he was a child, it was easy to read the documents.

"How is it? Surprised enough!" Michelangelo admired Guillaume's shocked face, pinched his baby fat face, and said triumphantly: "According to my agreement with your father , this gallery is also one of my properties. When I die, you can get everything in it...including the mural I am working on and the David you have in your heart."

"But this... this is really too precious." Guillaume only felt that the document in his hand was extremely heavy, and even after reading it, he carefully rolled it up and put it in the box like a hot potato: "Who would put the will As a wedding gift! This is no longer expensive, but heavy."

After all, Guillaume also tilted the weight of the box, pretending to be unable to bear it.

Michelangelo was so angry that Guillaume blew his beard and stared at him again: "You just accept it gratefully. Some people say that marriage is the second rebirth of a person, so put the marriage that represents rebirth and the will that represents death. What's wrong with being together?"

"That's right!" Guillaume was not a person who didn't know what to do.After all, Michelangelo's reputation and skills are there, and William III invited Michelangelo to England more than ten years ago.

With Michelangelo's habit of working more than eight hours a day, coupled with the unlimited funding from William III, it is enough for the old artist to create a large number of art treasures without distraction, and even their quality and quantity have also made a leap.

It is no exaggeration to say that Michelangelo's gallery is worth thousands of dollars.

And after the death of the old artist, its value will only increase, and it can even become a holy place for countless artists.

"After you get married, can you lend me your little wife's dowry to watch for a few days?" Seeing that the child he raised with his own hands was about to get married before he was ten years old, Michelangelo felt a pang in his heart. The reluctance of a father marrying a daughter: "Princess Margot is the granddaughter of Lorenzo II, and her grandfather is my great benefactor, so I hope you can treat her well. At least don't let her be like Catherine, Became a ghost in the court."

Michelangelo thought of his youthful experience, and sighed: "I remember that when Catherine was born, Lorenzo II was as happy as having a son. It's a pity...the Medici's good luck did not last until the sixteenth century. But now Cosimo is not a mediocrity."

"Since you want me to treat Margo well, you shouldn't ask me for Margot's dowry." Guillaume said seriously, "It belongs to Margot, so you have to ask her permission, not me."