Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

She ran towards the Lord's Palace in a panic, while turning her head to look at the scene behind her——

Da Vinci had already picked up a nearby clay pot and smashed the mob, and many people showed their daggers and rushed to where the lord was.

Hide—no one can protect you now—

Heidi took off all her shoes and ran for a place of refuge as fast as she could.

She could vaguely hear the sound of a woman screaming in panic, and someone scolding loudly.

where to goLooking for a residence?

No, I need a more secluded place.

She walked across the entire square, and suddenly saw the corner where the woodpile was placed.

Heidi looked back at the fastest speed to see if there were any pursuers, and then hid in this blind spot.

She hurriedly used firewood to cover the nearby gap, making it look like it was piled up tightly without any flaws, and then began to hold her breath and observe the battle situation through the gap.

She can't escape too far. She doesn't know if there are other gangsters guarding Da Vinci's workshop and Ducale's palace. If she runs back to ask for help and is caught right away, she may become a prisoner up.

Don't get too close to the crowd, even if you don't get hurt by the blade, the current chain of stampede reactions will definitely cause many people to fracture directly.

She squatted in this corner covering her mouth and nose, watching the situation in many corners in the distance, and began to tremble uncontrollably.

This is a very real riot.

The army quickly rushed over and fought these bandits in the square.

The people quickly ran out with their wives and children, but she didn't see where the lord was.

Those children didn't come over, and I don't know how safe it is now...

She kept confirming whether she wanted to push aside the cover and escape again, but she also had to see the tragic scene outside.

The huge army immediately began to suppress the twenty or thirty assassins. Although they were all dressed in civilian clothes and looked no different from other dictators, they all held blades in their hands without exception.

Some people dropped their weapons and ran out staggeringly, but were chased, bitten and pulled by the hounds, and even a bloody piece of flesh came off one arm.

Several people were beheaded or pierced in the chest, and the red and white ones were all splattered on the ground, and a pungent smell began to linger in the air.

Some were crying bitterly, some were screaming, and some rushed towards the armored knights with their knives in their hands, and were directly stabbed and spit out blood.

This was the first time she saw such a scene on the scene.

Although there were many tragic and huge battles in World War II, none of them had anything to do with her——

Those things appeared in news and news reports, and the pictures were also selected as wide-angle pictures, without deliberately showing human heads or pierced chests.

But at this moment, Heidi suddenly felt nauseous looking at the chaos.

She could even imagine the Pazzi family hanged on the windows of the Palazzo Ducale, and the paintings by Botticelli.

very scary……

How can a person die in such a miserable state, and die like that without even screaming.

Eyeballs and flesh and blood rolled down the street, and wild dogs were devouring them greedily.

If a small-scale riot is such a hellish situation, how terrible is a real war? !

Da Vinci drove away several thugs with the spear he snatched from the enemy, and began to approach the lord continuously.

Lorenzo was clearly very calm, even as if he knew these things were going to happen.

Although he was sitting here, he was already surrounded by guards in an airtight manner, even if a favorable arrow pierced through the air, it could be blocked.

The riot lasted for about half an hour, and soon those lunatics were captured or killed, and those who slipped through the net and absconded were chased after them.

Seeing Da Vinci appearing here, Lorenzo suddenly realized something.

"Heidi—" Da Vinci looked at him subconsciously and said, "Have you seen Heidi?"

"Didn't I order her to make wine?!" Lorenzo stood up subconsciously, and said with an emphasis: "Why did she come here?!"

"She asked De Qiao to help, and I came to watch the celebration—" Da Vinci's face changed, and he turned to look at the dead bodies full of limbs in the square, and stepped across the pool of blood to find the fugitive.

Don't worry—she's so young!

"Kehima, go and confirm the safety of Clarice and the children." Lorenzo looked at another guard beside him: "Let people disperse to find my alchemist now, and make sure she is safe." bring back!"

Da Vinci's first reaction was how she would think.

It is impossible to evacuate with the crowd, because some thugs will mix in and fight.

It is also impossible to go too far away, she has never felt safe, and she is definitely nearby.

He began to rummage around the nearby thatched piles and flower beds, even the bushes one by one, and suddenly his eyes locked on an inconspicuous dry firewood pile.

It looked like a solid structure, and it was completely impossible to hide people inside.

As soon as he thought about it, he still strode over.

"Heidi—Heidi, are you there?!"

The firewood pile was unresponsive.

Da Vinci subconsciously pushed away the firewood on the side with his hand, and finally saw the familiar figure.

She hid in this fort of woodpile, still shaking.

This is a human reaction to stress—

When encountering or witnessing something, there are very few people who can run away and maintain high self-control.

When most people witness the endgame, they will scream uncontrollably or freeze, and they can't even move their legs.

She was so frightened that she was speechless.

"It's me—Leo——" Da Vinci approached her cautiously, his voice slowed down a lot: "We are safe now, shall we go back?"

Those light blue eyes stared blankly at him, and suddenly began to shed tears.

After Heidi was brought back to the Lord's Palace, she had a fever for four consecutive days.

Dissecting a dead body and witnessing a bloody fight are two different things.

Even if she had no explanation for it, they knew exactly what she had seen.

A broken head, a young man who had been disembowelled, and flesh and blood turned out...

Heidi couldn't sleep well at night for the first two days.

She was having hasty and depressing dreams one after another, and many things in her past and present life began to rotate.

The portrait of Hitler, the newspaper reporting the death toll, the sharp comments in the media, and the mean face of the MGM boss...

Countless images were constantly intertwined and changed, and even the screams of the Holy Epiphany massacre echoed in her mind.

Professionally trained soldiers will have severe ptsd when they return from the battlefield, and a strong and calm woman like her will inevitably be entangled in nightmares.

She was feverishly murmuring English and German, and the servants couldn't understand it, although they could probably tell what language it was.

He refused to take medicine and did not want to let blood.

When the doctor reached out to touch her, she regained consciousness briefly and ordered him to stay away from her.

The lord turned cold and asked the doctor to leave first.

Dejo carefully kept feeding her broth and water, and applied cold towels to cool her down as described in the "Encyclopedia of Women and Children".

Fortunately, on the third night, her fever finally subsided and she gradually regained consciousness.

When Heidi spoke again, her voice became much hoarse.

She was helped up and drank some orange juice, and briefly ate some white bread.

There are no medicines and no reliable doctors.

She briefly praised Dejo's intelligence, and fell asleep after explaining the method of accompanying him.

With this disease, I was bedridden for a week.

It's not that Heidi is too delicate, but that in this era, she doesn't even have medicines that can supplement nutrition, and all recovery and adjustment can only rely on the spontaneous changes of the body.

According to the local customs, at this time, some alchemy charms should be pasted on the patient, or some strange herbs should be fed to her, as well as bloodletting therapy that can cure all diseases.

Fortunately, she escaped by force.

During the days when Heidi was bedridden, many people visited her.

Botticelli brought her fresh blueberries and grapes, and placed a pot of fresh hyacinths by her bedside.

The patients she had rescued brought all kinds of pheasants and fresh fish, and left after a long salute outside the door.

The lord did not appear for a long time, and when he appeared next to her again, he brought a cook with him.

The cook lifted the plate with a look of panic, and showed her the forcibly copied pizza——

The round flatbread was topped with bacon mushrooms and tenderloin, and seemed to be garnished with some rosemary and basil.

Heidi was supported to sit up, smelling the sizzling aroma of bacon, she suddenly became more energetic.

She should have taught the cook how to make hamburgers and steak Wellingtons.

The black-haired beauty lowered her head and ate pizza slowly. The lord sat in the chair next to her and remained silent for a long time before opening her mouth.

"I originally wanted to send you away that day, but it happened very suddenly."

"A spy told me he saw hidden knives in the parade motorcade that hadn't been dispatched yet, but it was only 15 minutes before the parade started."

He paused for a moment, as if observing her reaction.

She didn't respond and started eating a second slice of pizza.

Lorenzo rubbed his forehead and slowed down his voice: "The result of the interrogation is that although some of them wear typical Neapolitan costumes, they are actually French."

--French? !

Heidi paused, took the handkerchief and wiped the corners of her mouth and looked at him.

"Although they have unified their caliber long ago, there are also traitors who can be bewitched by money." Lorenzo said unhurriedly, his eyes still observing her expression.

In the previous invasion battle, Florence played a mainstay role, not only establishing a powerful triangle alliance, but also showing amazing combat power.

It is also because of this that France secretly dispatched a small group of forces to pretend to be the perpetrators from Naples.

First, for the sake of the Medici family, it is best to take advantage of the festive carnival to assassinate all the people involved, as many as possible.

The second is to frame blame and create conflicts.

If Keshima hadn't discovered someone with an accent from the southern part of France, they might really have thought it was the lord of Naples and wanted to do it again.

Heidi gave Dejo a look, and the latter immediately took away the small dining table on the bed, and retreated with the cook.

She checked the relevant situation and added the necessary information.

The ruler of France now is Louis XI, the spider king.

This is an ambitious and iron-blooded old king. The degree of sophistication and the desire for territory make people creepy.

When Keshima mentioned him at the time, he also talked about the most famous line he said.

"I am France."

Heidi had heard this sentence in other places, it was one of the representatives of the national spirit of the French, but she never imagined that she would live in the same era as him now.

Even invisible players.

In the past few decades, he has continuously suppressed the rebels, repeatedly competed with his younger brother Charlie for Normandy and many territories, and restricted import and export trade, reused businessmen from the emerging bourgeoisie, and even took the initiative to call Italian workers to set up in Lyon The country's first silk fabric factory.

Even though the old man has reached the age of 60, his eyes are still on the changes in the whole of Europe, and he is always ready to reap various benefits from the chaos.

"I didn't pay much attention to France before." Lorenzo leaned back slightly, with a complicated tone: "Because he was just defeated by the Archduke of Austria in the Battle of Ginegat two years ago, and the entire Netherlands was defeated. Lost to them."

He originally thought that the old man should rest for a while - after all, in the past ten years, Britain and France have been at war repeatedly, and it is unlikely that he will have the leisure time to get involved in the affairs of Florence.

But the truth is...

"Wait a minute, what about his child?" Heidi asked subconsciously.

Why is there a deviation from her memory here?

According to the original words she heard in the Uffizi Gallery, about ten years later, it should be a young king who launched a war against the whole of Italy——

That war directly forced Lorenzo's successor, Piero, to hand over Pisa. Immediately afterwards, the Medici family lost their prestige and were coaxed out of the political arena. .

But the little king—

"You mean his only son, Charles VIII?" Lorenzo frowned and said, "That child is only ten years old now, what's wrong?"

Heidi collected herself, realizing that she had missed many things.

Ten-year-olds are not qualified to participate in politics, and it is impossible to start those wars in advance.

Many things that she was worried about could be put down for the time being.

"Then if the old king dies, will he inherit the throne?"

Lorenzo thought for a moment, and gave a very cautious answer: "Not necessarily."

"He will inherit the position, but because of his young age, I think his sister and brother-in-law will act as regents - that is, Bourbon VIII and Anne of France."

That's at least another decade or so.

Heidi breathed a long sigh of relief, and quickly calculated various things in her mind.

How much can ten years... change Florence?

She reached for the glass clumsily, and Lorenzo subconsciously passed it over, just touching her cool fingertips.

"Mr. Medici," Heidi said while holding the cup, "What are you going to do about it?"

"An eye for an eye." Lorenzo said bluntly: "If my spies in Bourbon heard correctly, the old king will go to the castle of Plesi this year - there are careful archers and guards there, and it is safe enough for him. .”

Heidi laughed: "This can prove one thing."

If you are brave enough, you will definitely not hide in such a remote and strictly guarded place alone.

It seems that Louis XI has begun to fear.

Whether it's the influence of the British side, the old enemy of Naples, or his newly provoked Florence——

He wanted to hide, to the safest place, where no one could hit him.

"The tighter the defense, the easier it is to infiltrate." She looked at him and said, "You plan to give him a doctor who is reliable enough, right, Mr. Medici?"

Lorenzo showed a subtle smile.

"If possible, please also make a long-term, written plan for Florence." Heidi considered her tone and said what she actually wanted to express: "Or I will do it, and you will do the final review Can you change it?"

"After you recover." He stood up, helped her put the empty glass back on the bedside, and filled up the orange juice casually.

When leaving, his footsteps paused.

"Perhaps you can consider calling me Lorenzo, like all the citizens of Florence."

After Lorenzo left, he didn't appear again for a long time.

And Da Vinci began to send her all kinds of weird things in the following time.

For example, jade or rabbit feet that represent good luck, a four-leaf clover that I don’t know where I got it, or a piano piece written by him——

I don't know if it's because he's not very familiar with the piano, or because he was distracted thinking about other things when he was writing, but the piece was written so-so, and there were a few parts that sounded rather lame.

But no matter what, when Heidi saw him, she would always relax a lot.

She began to ask him to help write relevant plans and teach him how to list the content in table format.

Da Vinci was very cooperative as the temporary stenographer, and the cursive calligraphy was quite beautiful.

When he looked at her, sometimes there was a bit of guilt in his eyes.

If he didn't want her to see the new float that he personally designed, maybe Heidi wouldn't have encountered the following things.

Heidi sometimes watched him lower his head to record, and occasionally lost his mind.

It's not like he's obsessed with his looks or his knuckles—although both are pleasing to the eye.

She was thinking of some mysterious and elusive inevitability.

She was able to come to this era, and indeed she lived in various crises from the very beginning.

If he was unlucky, he might have died silently because he drank a glass of spoiled wine, or encountered some bacteria.

But more importantly, her current life is indeed somewhat inevitable.

——If you want to live in peace and have a long-term safe haven, you must turn to a wise and insightful lord to influence the entire historical process and prevent the Italian-French war from happening.

——If you want to achieve those historic changes, you must contribute your various knowledge in modern times, as well as innovative ideas in various aspects.

More importantly, constantly rely on the existence of Da Vinci to achieve a win-win situation.

She understands creative design or modern knowledge in many fields, but to really transform all of them from concept to reality, from physical strength to mental strength, may not be able to meet all the requirements.

Da Vinci, he is the most suitable collaborator in this era.

He is mechanically proficient, good at making, and has an optimistic and open mind, willing to listen to her many ideas.

If he hadn't encountered such a shrewd lord and such a strong and excellent collaborator, perhaps he might have chosen to jump directly into the Arno River after repeatedly hitting the wall.

After all, in this era between ignorance and enlightenment, there is too much blood mixed in.

"Heidi? What are you thinking?" Da Vinci tidied up the scroll, and seeing that she hadn't continued to narrate, he asked.

Heidi suddenly came back to her senses, subconsciously said: "Blood..."

"What?" Da Vinci held her hand subconsciously: "Are you afraid?"

"No—blood, blood and ashes!"

Heidi sat up straight, looked at him and said with an emphasis: "Blood and plant ash were mixed together and roasted, and then added ferric chloride—"

She has been doing repeated dream flashbacks these days, and various words and old memories are repeated.

The composition of Prussian blue is ferric ferrocyanide, and cyanide can be completed by the reaction of potassium carbonate and carbon nitrogen-she also completed related experiments before graduation.

"You mean—" Da Vinci hadn't recovered, and for the first time, the jumper in the conversation became her.

"Human blood can't be used, so cow blood is used, that is, cow blood mixed with plant ash and then roasted, and then reacted with ferric chloride solution..."

Seeing that the other party was still in a daze, she straightened up and went to write the chemical reaction process, sorting out all the fleeting memories.

There is ready-made hydrochloric acid in the pharmacy, and iron filings can be poured into it to get ferrous chloride.

Although it is not close to ferric chloride, it is enough to react with the former to produce some ferric ferrocyanide, which is what they have been looking for and seeking.

If this experiment is really successful...the group of bluestones will completely lose the painter's favor.

When she leaned over, her black hair flowed down, the collarbone in front of her chest was also faintly visible, and her neck was as long as a swan.

Da Vinci didn't look at her for a second, but immediately stood up with the manuscript.

"wait--"

He threw down such a sentence, and then ran out, apparently to buy cow blood.

While Botticelli was drawing a draft, he saw Da Vinci holding a stack of hay and burning ashes in the yard, and then squatting by the bucket to fully mix the plant ash and cow blood, as busy as a craftsman.

Botticelli looked aside for a while holding the paintbrush, and found that he hadn't noticed his existence at all, and then coughed.

Da Vinci raised his head and looked at him: "What's the matter?"

"What are you doing?"

"Not sure yet, I'll let you know when it's done."

"But... I remember that before you went upstairs this afternoon, you told me that you were going to accompany Miss Heidi?" Botticelli tried to give him a little inspiration: "And she seems to have not gotten out of bed recently, it seems Are you still having nightmares?"

After Da Vinci mixed the cow's blood, he began to think about the method of roasting. After a while, he looked at him and said, "I've already seen her?"

"You mean?"

"I've said the gift and words of consolation, so it should be all right." Da Vinci raised his hands with fishy smell: "That's not the point anymore."