[Henry VIII] Tudor Crown

Guillaume's decision to write a biography of Michelangelo is of course not a joke, but after opening his mouth, he acted vigorously.For this reason, he asked someone to search for some well-known biographical novels.After reading two or three books, I just started with smugness, and then took it to offer a treasure to Michelangelo.

"...What the hell are you writing about?" Michelangelo, who read it in a few clicks, frowned so much that he could almost kill a fly.Because he was going to attend the royal wedding, this old artist, who lived in the gallery all the year round, was taken to St. James's Palace by King William III, and then vigorously cleaned by a scrubber whose arms were thicker than a child's waist. Like an old gentleman at court, not a medieval savage who can blend in with a straw pile.

"Your biography! Didn't you agree that I would write your biography?" Guillaume said inexplicably, "Don't be like an ordinary old man. What you said on your front foot, you will forget everything on your back foot."

"Nonsense, how can I be an ordinary old man." Michelangelo looked in the mirror, his face was more energetic than a young man, and he wiped the three wooden combs that the court servant scrapped three wooden combs with great satisfaction. With neat silver hair, he said quite narcissistically, "I'm a famous artist! How can I be like an ordinary old man with a thick waist and short legs, full of fat intestines."

After hearing Michelangelo's description, Guillaume subconsciously glanced at the oil painting on the wall.

Among the thorny Tudor members, a fat man who occupies four-fifths of the canvas is enough to stand out from the crowd.

Michelangelo followed Guillaume's line of sight, and then gestured at Guillaume's waist in a very tangled manner, uncertainly: "You...you won't become like that in the future!"

You must know that the fat man who stands out from the crowd is Guillaume's grandfather.

"Should...probably not!" Guillaume touched his belly, which was not protruding, and his words were full of strong self-confidence: "My grandfather was quite thin when he was young, but he suffered from leg injuries and strokes when he was old. Affected, plus he was drinking too much, so..."

Guillaume recalled that when Princess Margot first arrived, the Duke of Richmond and Mary Stuart put him in the gown because the Duke of Richmond and Mary Stuart slammed him into the dress, and said in a lower and lower voice: "I'm just Baby fat, just grow up."

"Hmm! That's right." Guillaume couldn't help straightening his chest when he thought of the Duke of Richmond, who was getting bigger, and William III, who was in his 30s and was still well maintained. Said: "Don't worry, when I grow up, I will definitely surpass Giuliano de' Medici. At that time, countless artists will regard me as a reference model for Mars and Apollo..."

"... Before you say this, restrain your chin. From my angle, I can see that after you look up, the part from your chin to your throat is folded like a lady's skirt." Michelangelo was not polite. Dao: "Also, if you don't change your big fish and big meat recipes, you will never be able to become a reference model for Mars and Apollo in your life."

"At least I haven't seen an Apollo model with eight-pack abs and a chin folded enough to sew skirts."

Compared with Michelangelo, whose tongue has been poisoned, no matter whether it is the Duke of Richmond or Juana, they can even be called gentle when they curse.

It is estimated that even William III wondered how Guillaume cultivated the amazing psychological endurance.

Not to mention the Duke of Richmond, who is three years older than him, it is estimated that some adults may not have better fighting ability than Guillaume.

As for Michelangelo, who likes to hit people, it can only be said that his poisonous tongue is not only one of the best among artists, but he can even be combined with Guillaume to perform happy comedies.

And in the words of Cardano and Tintoretto, with Michelangelo's eloquence and art of diction, it would be a pity not to write satire, his gift.

"Don't talk nonsense, okay? I won't train my abdominal muscles into one piece like my grandfather." Guillaume continuously stretched his future image horizontally and flattened vertically in his mind, and then matched it with a handsome man next to him. The Duke of Richmond, and the handsome middle-aged King William III immediately felt that the whole person was uncomfortable and said: "I will definitely not grow up to be a big fat man like my grandfather, absolutely not."

"Really?" Michelangelo was very skeptical: "Then in order to enhance this persuasion, you first get rid of your bad habits of eating meat and sleeping late, insist on exercising like your brother, and then like your father. Control your diet."

"Not to mention, in your family, from the king and his wife, down to Princess Joan, all have very healthy living habits, but you are an outlier." Michelangelo hated iron and steel and clicked on Guillaume's Forehead, I feel that I have never been so worried in my life: "You don't want to be in sharp contrast with the Duke of Richmond at the wedding, and then let the court maids modify the size of your dress overnight, and finally sew it on the armpit or the back. Use lace to cover up your ugliness!"

"Absolutely not." Thinking of the scene described by Michelangelo, Guillaume wished he could find a hole in the ground and his voice became sharper.

"So are you losing weight?"

"reduce!"

"Do you want to change your lifestyle?"

"change."

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Joan, who returned to England with the Countess of Nottingham, looked at Guillaume and Michelangelo in the conference room, and finally left a cold sigh with no family affection at all.

"Mother should come and see these two."

Then there will definitely be a small war at St. James's Palace.