Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Prussian blue, also known as Berlin blue.

It looks deep, clear, and has an indescribable beauty.

Heidi suddenly saw a similar color on the duke's mural.

Modern pigments are very good at mixing colors, because they are stable in nature, just add a little water and mix well.

But in this era, even the chemical process is still waiting for the alchemists to start, not to mention the pigments in cans and tubes. It is very easy to mess up the color mixing.

She can't remember the origin of this pigment, but she has heard related stories.

After all, Prussian blue was used as a German military uniform before World War I.

This blue color...is it still called iron blue?

Why does iron turn blue when it is obviously red after rusting?

Because I have grown old for too many years, it is quite difficult to recall a lot of knowledge.

The duke didn't entertain them for dinner, but let Da Vinci send a message to the lord.

Heidi kept thinking about this on the way back, like a traveler trapped in a maze.

Da Vinci was originally thinking about the secrets of the Duke's house, but when he turned his head and saw her restless, he asked curiously.

"What are you thinking about?"

"Iron." She subconsciously said.

Heidi didn't think about talking about it with Da Vinci, but she explained it briefly.

"Iron is a wonderful thing," Da Vinci exclaimed. "It can turn red, it can turn green—just like a chameleon."

"I suddenly remembered that my teacher once said that what kind of blue can be extracted from iron."

"Isn't there bluestone already made of bluestone? Thanks to this ore, the sky-high price of ultramarine on the market has also begun to drop in price."

"It's the same blue as the clear sky." Heidi was still obsessed: "Iron blue, it should be... the color of the deep sea."

Deep and thick, it makes people feel peaceful in their hearts.

They went back to the Lord's Palace together for a simple rest and communication.

In the office, Da Vinci conveyed the business correspondence with Lorenzo, and explained the progress of the treatise on blood types. When he came out, he asked Heidi to accompany him to the workshop to look at the anatomical manuscripts he had sorted out.

Heidi suddenly remembered something when she got into the carriage, and after confirming that there were no other eyes and ears nearby, she asked him a question in a low voice.

"Do you... have a darkroom?"

Da Vinci laughed: "I like engineering very much, and of course I designed one for myself."

Heidi was anxious and a little nervous, she took out a willow box and took the key and lock with her.

"I want to ask you...to help me keep a few things."

Da Vinci was taken aback for a moment, but quickly nodded: "Well, I won't let others know."

The first step in a deep friendship is to share each other's secrets—also each other's weaknesses.

Leonardo da Vinci did too many deviant things. His dissected manuscripts, his remarks on the sun and the church alone could make him go to the gallows ten times.

At the beginning when she came to this world, Heidi didn't trust him very much, and she didn't dare to hide her things in Da Vinci's workshop.

She only knows that he is the author of "Mona Lisa", a mysterious and outstanding painter.

None of these facts can prove his character.

It wasn't until more than a year passed that she gradually realized the friendliness and trust that this person had towards her, and decided to make the same entrustment.

——After all, burying it is not a temporary solution.

Except for the ring that I sold on the black market in exchange for gold and silver coins, all other necklaces, bracelets, and pendants are intact.

Da Vinci didn't expect this girl to be so good at hiding things.

In the roof tiles of the dilapidated house, under the stone of a certain olive tree, even in a dark hole in a wall, all her small parcels were hidden.

While helping to take care of the left and right movements, he accompanied her to take out all the things, counting and kneading them one by one.

There are five copies left in total, without any signs of being turned over or opened.

They returned to the workshop as quickly as they could, and entered the dark room next to the fireplace.

Heidi put them carefully into the willow box, ready to be locked and sealed.

"May I ask... what's in it?"

Da Vinci considered himself a reliable enough person, but also had a strong curiosity.

He noticed some hesitation in Heidi's eyes, waved his hands and said, "It's okay if you don't say anything."

"Well... let me show you."

It's much better looking than the stillborn fetus you dissected earlier.

Heidi lowered her head and opened the cloth bag, took out the jewelry inside, and began to make up stories in her mind.

But for a moment, she vaguely felt that even if she was really a thief, this gentleman would not send her to be tortured.

Because the most eccentric and freewheeling person in all of Florence is probably Leonardo.

"It's...a necklace?" Da Vinci was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "It's not just sapphires."

He clearly saw that there were dozens of huge diamonds cut out on the drop-shaped embellishment.

etc--

Heidi's back suddenly turned cold, thinking that she had misjudged and trusted the wrong person, and for a moment even the image of going to the gallows appeared in her mind.

"I didn't steal it—" she began to defend herself, but was quickly cut off.

"I've seen this thing before." Da Vinci held up the candle, staring at the colorful appearance of the diamond under the candlelight: "Do you...have a ring? It seems to be embedded with rubies?"

Heidi was stunned for a moment, and reflexively said: "Did you see it in the black market? Who bought it?"

Da Vinci also subconsciously repeated: "Black market?"

"Why is it a black market?"

This is how the same thing?

He had seen that ring too?But don't know about yourself?

"Actually, I was too impressed with that ring—the diamond itself is very hard, and no one can polish it with so many facets." Da Vinci looked at Heidi and lowered his voice: "In the lord His squire made me identify the ring when he first summoned me."

A chill suddenly rushed up her spine.

"You mean...he may have known for a long time that I secretly sold this weird ring?"

Heidi suddenly felt her mind go blank.

Her initial thought was not to starve to death in this weird and ancient place.

If she really can't survive in Da Vinci's workshop, she must have enough money to buy water and food and work hard to survive.

But all kinds of things changed too fast afterwards, and the original self could never have imagined that so many things would happen.

"Do you remember when it happened?"

"Last year, at least a year."

"Do you think... he will associate that ring with me?"

"Not a good judgement."

It's been a whole year.

During this year, he had never expressed doubts in other places except for half-truthfully interrogating himself whether he was a witch or not on the basis of those pus and orange peels when they met for the first time.

Heidi herself asked him similar questions—are you not curious about my secret?

His answer at the time was that everyone has secrets, but what the Medici family wanted was her allegiance.

This answer fits his status as a banker very well.

Compared to kidnapping a stranger to the stake, what Florence and the Medici family now have are water purification equipment hundreds of years ahead, microbiology that can change countless cognitions, and the survival of two children. Disaster.

It is very obvious which is more important.

"Do you need me to help you find an escape route?" Da Vinci was obviously worried when he saw her silence for a long time: "If you change a place and become a nun incognito, you should not be discovered."

"No, I'm safe now."

Heidi raised her head to look at him, her voice became much calmer: "Even if he knows it's my ring, I'm still safe."

She vaguely grasped the core rules of this world.

It is no different from the world 500 years from now.

There are only two words in the rules, which are called interests.

As long as the benefits she brings to the family when she is healthy and alive can far outweigh a small doubt in religious belief, she can be protected and blessed in peace.

This is why the lord decided to give her a more complete identity after she saved the lord's wife and little Giuliano.

What she has to do is to continuously deepen the lord's trust in her and at the same time create more benefits for him.

Regardless of whether the ring is still in his hands, no matter how he thinks about it, the general direction will always be the same and will not change.

Da Vinci briefly confirmed some small problems, and helped her lock the willow wooden box in the inner wall of the dark room, so that no one would find them even if there was an earthquake.

He didn't ask much about their origins, but was curious about how the diamonds were cut.

It's a pity that she doesn't know much about this information.

After leaving the dark room, Da Vinci turned the brass dwarf ornament by the fireplace to restore everything to its original state.

He took out his previous work and shared it with her, like a carefree child.

Mr. Medici is calmly balancing the power among several city-states, Mr. Sforza is busy usurping the throne and kidnapping the youngest son of his deceased brother in Milan, and Botticelli is obsessed with pagan myths and the scene of hell In the past, she was still weeping and absent-minded because of her old love.

Only Da Vinci was sitting by the table, happily showing her the props of angel wings that could be flapped and waved.

"Look! It can swing left and right!"

He collected the feathers of many white geese and ducks, and made half-iron skeletons and supporting structures, which he planned to use as props for the actors.

Those two wings look soft and magnificent, with smooth lines and snow-white feathers, which are really highly restored.

Heidi watched him explain how to twist the mechanism to make the wings open and close, and couldn't laugh or cry for a while.

If he lived in modern times, he would probably sleep on Broadway and refuse to go back.

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Da Vinci had a natural fanaticism and dedication to the theater and the stage.

He can make all kinds of slides and hanging rails, so that actors can perform miracles that are fake and real.

On weekdays, if I don’t want to draw or have some new ideas, I will go to the theater as soon as possible to help modify the set props, decorate the flowers and trees on the background with my own hands, and even pick up a hammer to help repair the broken chairs.

He likes music and poetry, and sometimes he himself can be mixed into the ranks of actors, playing seemingly inconspicuous little people.

When Heidi was learning about these things, she imagined the story of bringing him to modern times——

Such an avant-garde and inspirational person will definitely have a good life in any industry.

She also went to the theater to help out, and gradually saw many sprouts.

The Middle Ages belonged to the dark age of gods.

Whether it is literature or painting, human will belongs to God, all life belongs to God, and all creations should also be dedicated to God.

Because of this, almost all the oil paintings revolve around the Bible, and scenes such as the coming of the Magi or the Annunciation are sketched and depicted again and again, and some old-fashioned things are often performed in the theater.

People fear the Pope and the Church, are at the mercy of the Bible and all kinds of threats, and passively pray for happiness after death.

But in such an environment, people like Botticelli and Da Vinci are becoming more and more.

Xiao Tong will bravely paint pagan myths and pin his inner feelings on the beauty of Venus.

Da Vinci didn't care about the intimidation of those believers, and even stayed in the burial cave for two months.

On the way back to Ducale Palace, Heidi thought of the lord belatedly.

In fact... he is also the leader of the Renaissance.

Whether you indulge Botticelli or reuse a strange person like yourself, the principle of the supremacy of interests full of copper smell is actually making the world a better place.

After she knew the secret, she needed time to adjust her words and expressions.

The plan remains the same - to continue to gain more of his trust, and to further promote the development of militarization from the economic point of view.

It was already night, and the lord was drinking wine and flipping through the letters. Outside the window, he could faintly hear the singing of nightingales and gray starlings.

Heidi considered the words and 'retelled' the relevant rumors.

She carefully adds and deletes details, subtly accentuating important points.

"...It is also because of this that businessmen question the bank's ability to operate," Heidi paused, before making a final reminder: "If you further improve the operating conditions of the entire industrial chain, maybe it will go smoothly in other fields many."

For some reason, she felt that Mr. Medici was not in the mood today, and even seemed a little distracted.

When these descriptions were over, Heidi waited for a while, but did not hear any instructions.

"grown ups?"

"You... go out first..."

The man's voice was full of depression and restraint, and there was even a faint hiss caused by pain.

he is injured? !

"My lord?!" Heidi took a step forward subconsciously, wanting to confirm his safety: "What's wrong with you?"

The man's face turned pale from the pain, and he couldn't utter a syllable even though he was covering his legs.

He waved his hand quickly, and Keshima, the attendant next to him, immediately closed the door and window, and took out a belt to bind his legs.

"Please let me take a look at it for you," Heidi said emphatically, "Although the leggings can slightly curb the pain, it may make the situation worse."

At this time, the man was already in pain and began to sweat, he waved his hand to let the attendant leave.

His knee was obviously red and swollen, and it was also very odd to the touch.

Heidi's mind was blank for a few seconds, and she suddenly realized: "Is it gout?!"

She almost didn't think of the corresponding Italian vocabulary.

The lord gritted his teeth and survived the labor pains for nearly ten minutes, and then fell on the bench with his hands on his knees, like a survivor after fighting a fierce beast.

Heidi had rarely seen such a weak and tired Medici.

In front of outsiders, he is almost always shrewd and capable, vigorous and resolute.

But just for a short while, he was so painful that he almost rolled on the ground, all relying on the servants to hold him down.

"This is a disease of the rich and noble, and only some lords and kings will get it." Kexima helped him wipe the cold sweat on his neck, and his tone was rather complicated: "But I heard from some doctors that this disease can prevent stroke and hemiplegia, and it is also a good thing .”

——What kind of ghost theory is this? !

Heidi rubbed his knees for him, looked up and asked about the relevant medical history.

Gout is not only inherited, but also affected by the law of life. It can kill people when it hurts.

Gout can occur at any age and is difficult to cure——

Once you are entangled in this pain, you may say goodbye to a good night's sleep every night.

Some of her friends were deeply disturbed by it, even with modern medicine to help adjust it, it was really hard.

"It's been four or five years, but the attacks are becoming more and more frequent—it used to be two or three times a year, but now it's once every two or three months." Kexima observed the expression of the lord, but the other party was too tired to respond. In a word, after all, I have been too busy recently, and my energy has already been exhausted.

"Is that so?" Heidi hesitated for a while, but still said truthfully: "There is no way to completely cure this disease—but if you don't adjust your lifestyle, it will only be more painful in the future."

"What?" Kexima showed a blank expression: "Isn't it better after a while after the pain is over?"

"This disease is like a demon. It will always live in this place, and it may make another mess at any time." Heidi's tone became much more serious: "The most important thing is to stop drinking."

She vaguely remembered that the lord died young after more than ten years, and was taken away by illness when he was about 40 years old.

After his death, Florence fell into a turmoil, and I don't know how many people were taking advantage of the fire.

No...you must let him survive.

Kexima looked at the lord in embarrassment, and then at the young alchemist: "Don't drink wine? What about malt wine or beer?"

"No, no more alcohol." Heidi said without thinking: "It's best not to touch any internal organs and red meat, and try to avoid it as much as possible."

"Miss Keithler, I don't understand what you mean—these ailments are not what you said, are they some kind of microorganisms? Why is it related to eating?"

"Remember the devil I just said?" Heidi has already taken the tone of teaching her son to eat candy in her previous life, and her posture has become much tougher: "Any wine, red meat, anchovies, shells—these are the things that are enshrined in that world." Something diabolical."

"If the lord insists on not controlling eating, the demon parasitic here will expand faster and will only bring you endless pain."

Lorenzo opened his eyes slightly, and his voice became much lower when he spoke.

"Three glasses of wine a day, okay?"

Heidi shook her head, apparently it was not easy to discuss this matter.

"You can slowly reduce the amount, starting with five glasses a day, then slowly drop to one cup a day, one cup in two days, until you stop drinking at all."

"If you let your body continue to collapse like this, you will be irresponsible to the entire family and Florence."

The lord hugged the blanket tightly, and after a while he asked tentatively, "Is malt wine okay?"

"No, if you are thirsty, you can choose orange juice or boiled water."

Heidi vaguely felt that he actually trusted her, but she still said seriously: "If your condition doesn't improve after controlling your diet and drinking water, I'm willing to accept the punishment."

Lorenzo lay there, his knee still burning and swollen.

Tired and irritable, he lay here without saying a word, as if sulking.

Heidi sighed inwardly, glanced at the fire in the distance, lowered her head and continued to massage the affected area for him.

Suddenly, out of nowhere, she sang the old Austrian folk song in a low voice.

"Edelweiss, edelweiss..."

Her voice was soft and relaxed, making people drowsy and want to fall asleep.

"Smalland white, and bright..."

The song was later moved to the United States and became popular all over the world due to "The Sound of Music".

Heidi was feeling homesick.

She misses her life in America and what she saw in Vienna as a child.

The song is long and melodious, and the melody is as soft as velvet.

Kexima stood quietly by the side, and suddenly realized that the lord had already fallen asleep.

Usually when he gets sick, he always endures everything alone, and the pain may last for several hours, and even affect his actions in the next few days.

But from hundreds of years ago until now, there is no effective way to get rid of the disease. Instead, people began to say that these are signs of rich people.

The pain and torment in it, I am afraid that others will never understand.

Heidi massaged it for a long time before realizing that he had fallen asleep.

It's hard to imagine that such a person who has made outstanding contributions to science and culture is only 30 years old.

She helped him cover the blanket lightly, and exited the office as quietly as possible.

Kexima also came out and thanked her solemnly.

"My lord, when is your birthday?"

"January [-]st, there is still more than a month."

It's the first day of the new year?

Heidi froze for a moment, then suddenly remembered something.

At the beginning of this year, she had just moved into the Ducale Palace, and was still under semi-house arrest, ignorant of many things.

The great banquets at the palace at that time—was one actually celebrating his birthday?

This is definitely a good opportunity to get closer.

She wants to prepare a gift as soon as possible.

A gift he won't forget.

The author has something to say:

【January 2, manuscript deposit notes】

The Medici Family︱Lorenzo: Ruler of Florence's Golden Age

Zhu Ming

2014-12-2908:03 Source: The Paper

Lorenzo was born in 1449, the eldest grandson of Cosimo. Because his father, Piero, suffered from gout, he was unable to support the burden of the patriarch. Therefore, Lorenzo had to learn how to operate a huge family bank network at a very young age, how to become a The leader of the family, how to easily form alliances among the various states in Italy.

In 1466, there was a conspiracy against Piero. Lorenzo learned of it in time, but he kept his composure and cleverly arranged for his father to avoid the plot.This shows that Lorenzo's youth is mature. Piero died at the end of 1469, when Lorenzo was only 20 years old, until his death in 1492, he held the highest power of the Medici family in Florence.

The struggle between the Medici family and other families in Florence included both open and secret fights.The former is reflected in the Pazzi conspiracy, the latter in the race to build mansions of the period.

Lorenzo's era can be said to be the most exciting and thrilling era in Europe. This period gradually reached the climax of the Renaissance, and it was also the eve of the great geographical discovery. Various trends and ideas were surging and unrestrained.

To some extent, it can be said that Lorenzo and his grandfather Cosimo constituted the two peaks of the Medici family in the 15th century, and jointly created the legend of the family in Florence, and Florence became more and more prosperous through them. As is well known, the Hurricane Advance of the Renaissance Movement is also closely related to their promotion.Lorenzo supported scholars and artists with all his might.

Machiavelli was born in 1469 when Lorenzo came to power. He was in his 20s when Lorenzo died. Many years later, when he wrote the history of Florence, he commented on this fellow countryman: "His reputation Because of his prudence, he grows day by day. He is knowledgeable and sharp when discussing problems, and wise and courageous when dealing with problems. Of course, he is also sensual and indulges in fun. But he spends a lot of time with his children. There are two kinds of The different personalities came together in an incredible way."

Lorenzo died on April 1492, 4, at the age of 9. He suffered from the same disease as his father-gout, and died suddenly after suffering from pain in the late stage.In October of this year, Columbus arrived in America, after which Europe will be different from before, and what awaits the Medici family is also difficult reorganization and revival.