Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

The city of Milan is shaped like a chess board.

The planning of the road is quite mature, and there are many churches, full of strong religious atmosphere.

If the Apennine Peninsula is like a small sword that is placed downwards and has a forked end, then Florence is on the blade, while Milan and Venice are on both sides of the hilt.

A little further west is dangerous France.

Heidi consciously observed the surrounding environment, and the mood of visiting was lessened.

Unlike Florence, where the whole city is ocher yellow, most of the buildings in Milan are creamy white, including their churches.

The Santa Maria del Fiore Cathedral in Florence is veneered with white, red and green three-color granite. Although it looks pure white from a distance, when you get closer, you can see the rich color changes and the reliefs are also lifelike.

The three colors of green, white and red can form the national flag of Italy, and it will have a softer beauty when applied to churches.

And red, more specifically pinkish.

When the sunset shrouds Florence, the roofs of the whole city will be rosy-like, and the charm of the cathedral will be further highlighted, with a sense of mystery like a tulle.

When she was Da Vinci's maid, she often stopped and stared not far away, and she would still be amazed no matter how many times she saw it.

In contrast, the beauty of Milan Cathedral is more aggressive.

Although the dome has not yet been completed, the iconic Gothic spiers are also symmetrically distributed. Thousands of statues of saints and saints are scattered everywhere, and there may be hundreds of spiers.

It looks holy and pure, without any variegated colors other than pure white.

When Heidi and Da Vinci looked up at the cathedral, she suddenly remembered the adjective from Mark Twain.

"Poetry of Marble. 』

"This church was originally proposed by the first Duke of Milan." Da Vinci led her around the craftsmen who carved the walls, his tone was quite familiar: "He hopes that by building such a grand building, to impress God."

"Used to pray for heaven?"

"No, pray for a male heir." Da Vinci laughed: "Unfortunately, his son was assassinated shortly after he came to power."

"It's not God's fault." Heidi shrugged. "He only prayed for an heir, but he didn't make it clear that he shouldn't be a short-lived ghost."

Because this large-scale building is too much for engineers, all the door openings are empty there, not even the central gate.

If you really want to install doors for such a church like the Tongtian Tower, you must cast huge brass doors, which is probably not something that people today can do.

Da Vinci led her around, and still sighed sincerely.

"I don't know if I can see the whole picture of this church after it is completed when I am alive."

Heidi froze for a moment, and swallowed the words next to her throat.

She has seen.

It was not until 1965 that all the bronze doors of Milan Cathedral were finally cast.

She was filming in Italy at that time, and once took a group photo with many friends there.

She quickened her pace and took a few steps in a familiar direction.

At this position, this angle can take pictures of the blue sky and white minaret.

At that time, she was still holding blueberry-flavored ice cream, standing here smiling with her friends, and said that she would go to the promenade together later.

At that time, I never imagined that there would be such a day.

This time all of them came to enter the Sforzesco Castle, in order to celebrate the little Duke's birthday.

The little boy is only four years old now, but he has been pampered to the point of lawlessness.

Sforza treated his elder brother's son with superficiality, spared no expense to meet his various demands, and indulged the child's bad temper without bottom line.

Although Heidi hadn't seen the little duke with her own eyes, after entering the palace, she also heard the same low-pitched complaints from the maids to the coachman.

People know who the real power is now, and they are willing to share his wealth.

Like the Medici, the lord also hired a large number of painters and artists to develop various celebrations and public performances.

This is a paradise for dramas, and almost all craftsmen can get a bite to eat.

As soon as Da Vinci came here, his smile was much better than usual, and he could be so busy for three or four days that he couldn't find anyone.

As his maid, Heidi became more leisurely. After preparing meals and clothes, she would walk around the neighborhood, and occasionally go to various small shops to pick out some new gadgets.

The advantage of a big city is that the roads are wide and the vision is clear, and people's sense of existence will continue to decrease.

Standing in front of a tower tens of meters high, people seem to only feel their own insignificance, while many complicated things in this world will lose their color in a blink of an eye.

The little duke's birthday was approaching in a blink of an eye, and crowds of people entered the palace to celebrate and cheer for him.

The long hall is covered with colorful silk everywhere, and large irises and tulips are also adorned on the window eaves. The musicians each hold strange-looking instruments and play them with extra effort.

"—Next, let us enjoy the celebration performance brought by the master Leonardo Vinci from Florence!"

Accompanied by the shout of the poet Bellingioni, a procession of masked actors emerged from all directions and began to sing the prayers loudly.

The little duke slowly appeared in the center of the hall, wearing the coronation dress and smiling quite proudly.

Immediately afterwards, actors representing various countries began to emerge one by one, singing and giving flowers around him, bowing or making faces from time to time.

The costumes sparkling with gold and silver powder were all designed by Da Vinci himself, so that the audience can see where they came from at a glance.

Poland, Spain, Hungary—

When actors from each country appear, the dance around the little duke will change in unison, coordinated and unified like a swarm of bees.

The scene behind the little duke changed again and again, and even the snow on the Alps was quite realistic.

The poet Bellingioni raised his glass and shouted again amidst the loud music: "The following is the most amazing performance in the show—the Planetary Masquerade!"

The guests dancing with the actors stopped and looked up at the slowly rising curtain.

The dome has been decorated with oil paint to look like a paradise, and the gold powder is even more radiant under the lights.

Leonardo da Vinci behind the scenes lit the torch, and the jumping flames quickly meandered along the predetermined track, lighting up the zodiac signs drawn on the background wall along the way.

At that moment, half of the long hall began to glow like a raging fire.

Actors playing the roles of the seven planets simultaneously emerged from the elevator platform and began to orbit and rotate.

Angels descended slowly with wings waving, and the three goddesses of beauty and benefits also appeared one after another.

Everyone present couldn't take their eyes off the scene, and the cheers were louder and louder.

Until twelve o'clock, the dance is not over, and people are reveling for different reasons.

Heidi was wearing a rather plain dress, and drank half a glass of ale against a pillar in an inconspicuous place.

As a modern person, she has also seen many grand scenes in MGM.

But she could never have imagined that such a spectacular and gorgeous scene would be staged so realistically 500 years ago.

These things cannot be affected by retention, just like lighting a flower——

After the flames disappeared, everything was finally silent.

But Leonardo, the man who shined countless lights in the history of art, also had such great works in this field.

From the snake charmer from Turkey to the halo and wings of the angels, they were all designed by him.

When she finished drinking this glass of wine, she could hear many girls talking about that name eagerly.

leo...

In the next second, the man with brown hair and brown eyes appeared in front of her.

"Come dance?"

She looked up at him and subconsciously smiled.

"Okay."

The great director of the Renaissance period has been busy for a long time. He has to worry about the mechanical control of the background board, and has to urge the actors to change the costumes. After the performance, he has to thank the Duke and Mr. Sforza for their rewards.

After a busy night, they were already hungry.

He followed the smell of wheat cakes and wine all the way to find it, but just happened to see his maid sipping wine in a daze.

For some reason, he suddenly decided to put the eating and drinking aside, and took her to dance a Volta dance with her in the crowd before the show officially ended.

The sounds of the harpsichord piano and flute intertwined, and there was the faint laughter of Miss Jiao amidst the noise.

Heidi followed his steps unskillfully, subconsciously looking into his eyes.

I'm... dancing with Da Vinci.

Dance a dance from 500 years ago.

His eyes reminded her of amber, clear and gentle, with a faint light.

Such a person, like a boy, like a teenager, has everything a mature man should have——

Elegant conversation, handsome appearance, and a clear and transparent heart.

Someone started announcing the last dance, and the musicians paused for a second in unison, and then played the song "The Blue Danube" at the same time.

"I brought this song of yours here." He looked down at her, his voice low and magnetic.

"It's really beautiful."

Heidi spun around, looked at the heavenly dome, half hugged his shoulders and said, "How does it feel to dance with the maid?"

"Pretty good." Da Vinci raised his eyebrows: "My pleasure."

By the time the dance ended, the first half of the night was almost over.

Together they returned to the floor where the guests lived, and bid farewell at the door.

"Good night, Mr. Da Vinci."

"It's Leonardo."

Heidi laughed, her light blue eyes were as moving as the Aegean Sea under the moonlight.

"Good night, Leonardo."

-2-

They stayed in Milan for nearly two months, and it was already mid-July when they were preparing to return.

It's always a good thing to go back—

She can continue to borrow the private bathroom of the Medici family, and she should come out of the state of vacation and continue to study those histories and maps.

On the way back, Da Vinci had written six notebooks, and he was still sorting out new inspirations.

Probably because of the bumpy road, he finally felt a little dizzy, so he had to put down these things and turn his head to look at the scenery outside.

Atalanti was still practicing the lyre, and the melody was intermittent and out of tune.

Da Vinci taught him to adjust the position of his wrist and fingertips, and began to chat with Heidi while listening to the sound of the piano.

"I've thought about going to Milan to settle down in the future."

He likes a leader with a strong hand, and he likes the atmosphere here full of creativity and imagination.

Da Vinci began to explain the various benefits of being in Milan, such as being able to participate in more theater planning in a big city, or perhaps getting to know various new painters, and understanding some painting skills problems that cannot be answered by anatomy faster.

Heidi was also a little motion sick, so she dozed off in a daze, occasionally responding a few times.

She had been used to such conversations since she worked as a maid in his workshop.

Da Vinci's mind always jumps back and forth, can associate and return infinitely, and sometimes talks for a long time in one breath.

"What about you?" he asked suddenly.

"Me?" She rubbed her eyes, but hadn't caught up with this new topic: "What about me?"

"Where do you plan to settle in the future?" Da Vinci asked curiously, "Do you plan to serve the Medici family for a long time?"

"Wait—" Heidi interrupted his question, and asked back: "Why did you go to Milan to settle down and still want to lure me?"

"Because—" Da Vinci said honestly, "friends like you are too rare."

Know a little about almost everything, and can discover all kinds of surprises from subtle things.

Many of Heidi's hobbies and interests are exactly the same as his.

Da Vinci longed for a new life, but couldn't let go of this friend.

If she also goes, they can study more things together, and they can also help with pointers during the follow-up autopsy.

Heidi responded noncommittally, and continued to listen to him talking about various rumors about the courts of various countries.

What she cares about is the right to speak and participate.

Compared with the more mature military strength of Milan, the development and stability of Venice, and the prosperous trade of Naples, she cares more about the role she can play.

Even if you can temporarily enjoy good food and clothing, but you can't make any impact on the strategic layout and historical process, no matter how good your life is, it will be destroyed by accident at any time.

At this point, Florence is the best choice.

The lord listened to her thoughts and concerns, and was calm and sober.

——This is the most beneficial collaborator for her at this stage.

In such an old age, it is not easy for women to have a voice, and it is even rarer to be able to participate in academic research and other matters.

She was able to get to this point in just three years, which is already a blessing in misfortune.

"By the way," Heidi recovered from her endless thoughts, and looked at the boy who was playing the strings: "Atalanta, what do you want to do in the future?"

"I don't know." The young man put down his piano and said, "Go to a painting workshop as an apprentice, travel to Milan with Mr. Da Vinci, or go to Venice to try your luck—or maybe become a singer."

"Singer?" Da Vinci smiled and shook his head, "You are too late."

"Why?" The young man said relentlessly, "Sir, it only took me one day to learn the song you sang last time, and Aunt Sophia praised me for singing it very well."

"That's not it." Da Vinci stared at his slightly protruding Adam's apple and said, "It's too late for you to be castrated."

Heidi was drinking wine in a small glass bottle, and almost choked on this sentence.

"Ahem—what?!"

"Castration." Da Vinci pointed to his Adam's apple: "Look, he's already out of time."

"No—the point is not the Adam's apple," Heidi pushed the cork back, with a look of incredulity on her face: "Why do you have to be castrated for singing?"

"Because a male singer must not only have a stronger sense of power than a soprano, but also have a high enough vocal range." Da Vinci said with a look of reason: "I really want to learn to sing professionally. It should be removed."

This is the choice of many poor families - after all it is possible to earn good wages and even have a decent career in the choir.

Atalante was silent for a few seconds: "I'd better go to Venice."

It took eight days to return to Florence from Milan, and the small town was still full of people, no different from before.

They returned to the Royal Palace of Dukalai together, and went back to rest after meeting with the lord.

Heidi observed Mr. Medici's look and expression.

He looked quite healthy, and his face was a little ruddy.

It seems that gout has not flared up recently.

De Qiao waited at the door, even getting a change of clothes ready.

"The bathroom just had hot water and fresh towels for you."

Heidi almost wanted to give her a big hug, and rushed there as fast as she could to take a bath.

There is nothing particularly important these days. Although the Ascension Day is still more than half a month away, many scholars and painters have already taken vacations.

Here is a typical Mediterranean climate, hot and dry summers, mild and rainy winters.

Whenever it comes to July and August, many shops will close early, and some farmers are swimming and having fun by the Arno River.

Heidi looked at Botticelli's new draft for a while, and met Da Vinci as soon as she went out.

The latter was just about to go out to buy various new materials, so the two went out while chatting.

When passing the statue of David, Heidi subconsciously took a second look, and Da Vinci saw this little move.

"looking at what?"

She withdrew her eyes in embarrassment and coughed as if nothing happened.

She was actually looking at... some private parts of David.

In order to show wealth and taste, many nobles will place statues inside and outside the palace, but most of them are naked men.

Obviously will wear clothes or some cloth, but the key parts are generally exposed.

…Why are these men so small somewhere?

Seeing her subconsciously glanced again, Da Vinci suddenly reacted and smiled a little out of joy.

"So you're watching this?"

"Is it strange?" He also looked at it for a moment, then turned to look at her: "What are you thinking?"

Heidi was quite honest: "I doubt the size."

"That's really not the case." Da Vinci led her to continue walking, but changed the route, as if to take her to see something else.

Heidi had seen quite a few statues in Florence, after all, there were quite a few statues in the Lord's Palace.

Basically that piece is about the size of the first knuckle of your little finger.

Since I don't want to admit its existence, wouldn't it be better to cover it with a cloth...

They bypassed the gold leaf shop, walked to the right near another painting workshop, and stopped suddenly.

"Look at this." He smiled.

Heidi froze for a moment, frowned and remained silent for a while.

Why is this carved so thick and long?

Not only did it rise high, but it also supported the entire fruit basket, making it look like a weightlifting utensil...

Just visually measuring the size... I'm afraid it must be twenty or thirty centimeters long, right? !

How can it be carved like a mallet? ?

She subconsciously glanced at Da Vinci, whose expression was still as calm as before.

If another man took her to see the weird genitals, she might have the idea of ​​calling a lawyer.

"This is "The Harvest of Priapus". This god is the child of Aphrodite who was cursed by Hera." Da Vinci bent down to look at the long and thick existence under the fruit basket, and explained to her The Pagan Tale: "So he has remained in this state since birth, and can never recover and retract."

"You mean...it's actually a, sin?"

"Hmm." Da Vinci led her to continue walking towards the pharmacy, and explained, "I heard from my teacher that this is probably a cognition passed down from ancient Greece."

The plump globule symbolizes strong reproductive power.

The stick should be small and inconspicuous, so as to show wisdom and virtue.

Art itself runs counter to popular ideas, which is also related to the expanding economic development in the Middle Ages.

Only by self-castration and restraint by morality can the possibility of property being offended be minimized.

Modern people living in popular culture may have completely opposite ideas.

But what is terrible is not the material castration, but the complete distortion of the spirit.

"From the perspective of the difficulty of sculpture, if there is no support at this length, it will be easily broken and damaged."

"In terms of cognition, the smaller you are, the more self-disciplined and intelligent you are."

Heidi clicked her tongue when she heard him explaining these origins.

People can only deceive each other in this era.

A few hundred years from now... Religion and mythology won't work so well.

Together they bought some strange things in the medicine store.

In addition to a few more plump mummies, snails, bird tail feathers, and strange gravel were bought for friends in the palace.

The owner of the herb store changed to an old lady who was smiling and talkative, and gave Heidi an extra quill.

When they walked and chatted all the way back to Dukale Palace, Heidi suddenly saw Dejo standing anxiously at the door, apparently preparing to go out to find herself.

What happened?

She quickened her pace and soon arrived in front of the maid.

"You are finally back—the lord is looking for you."

Dejo hurriedly took the big and small things in her hand and took her all the way back to the office.

The lord has already left, and only his attendant, Kexima, is left behind to convey the new news.

"We've got word from the South—"

"The Ottoman Empire is attacking several Gulf cities, and more than 800 people have died there."

Keshma looked at her worriedly, obviously worried and nervous.

"We are all concerned for the safety of the Pope and the citizens of Rome."

Because only 27 years have passed since the fall of Constantinople.