Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

"Water conservancy?!" Heidi was stunned for a few seconds: "Why water conservancy?"

She thought that Medici would take him to deal with various problems in other known fields... but she didn't expect the span to be so large.

"Making irrigation and water diversion easier can promote the basic development of the economy." Da Vinci shrugged: "Actually, the lord asked me what I could do for Florence, so I gave a general idea. "

...seems reasonable too.

He produced another parchment scroll and showed her the yellowed records.

There the water system of the entire Apennine Peninsula is marked, as well as the Tyrrhenian Sea in the southwest corner.

"I've been thinking about a problem." Leonardo da Vinci turned up the candlelight, and sat beside her to draw hills and river valleys: "There are springs and rivers in low-lying places, because rivers flow from the top of the mountains."

"Well, then what?"

Heidi stared at the location of Pisa, a little distracted.

Her intuition made her gaze stay here for a long time, feeling a little uneasy.

"But where does the river on the top of the mountain come from?"

Da Vinci's nib turned several times around several outlines, apparently lost in a daze.

It can't be changed out of thin air, can it?

Or is the angel holding the magic pot and pouring water there?

She came to her senses and didn't answer the question directly.

"Do you think there is anything else on the mountain besides the rushing river?"

"Snow." He said without thinking. "A lot of snow—and snow turns into water."

"Wait." Da Vinci sat up a lot, and looked at her with a bit of a stunned expression: "Snow comes from the sky."

"Yes, so..."

"There can't really be a God—" He shook his head to refute the absurd thoughts in his mind, and said with an emphasis: "Then there must be something else."

Heidi laughed dumbfounded.

Common sense that is commonplace to modern people may take hundreds of years to reach a conclusion in this period.

The difference in information in different time and space is indeed quite different.

"Leo, think again, if you pour a ladle of water on the ground in summer, where did it go?"

"Heaven." He subconsciously said, "That's evaporation."

"So——" Da Vinci gasped suddenly, and suddenly felt that he had glimpsed the truth: "You mean, all the water will evaporate to the sky, and they will turn into clouds in the sky, and then turn into snow or snow. Is it rain?"

"uh-huh?"

"Unexpectedly! It's like this—" He showed a dazed expression, copied the notebook and began to write in a hurry, chanting words in his mouth.

Too many questions have been forcibly answered by myths, but the facts are obviously not like this.

The Holy See says that God created everything, and men have Adam's apple because they are stuck eating forbidden fruit.

But when he dissected it, he clearly found that there was no fruit core, and there was no forbidden fruit.

The whole world is shrouded in a veil of indistinctness by the existence of God, no, because of the existence of the Holy See, and countless things are trapped in endless mystery.

But as long as he can get a glimpse, and understand even a little bit, he will feel a strange sense of relief.

In the eyes of everyone, not believing in God is sinful and should be punished by burning at the stake.

But the closer he was to the truth, the more he believed in himself.

I am not guilty.

I will not be watched and punished by the gods.

I am free.

In the following days, Heidi was busy with her new workshop, Lorenzo went to other city-states for talks on various affairs, but the Ducale Palace was quiet and quiet.

Several of the children were sent to the Holy See, where they were actively learning the sacred content.

The female relatives are quiet and reclusive, and there are maids to replace new smelling salts from time to time.

It was during this gap that Botticelli's new oil painting was finally completed and hung in the most conspicuous place of the hall.

The entire Ducale Palace is resplendent and resplendent, so splendid that it seems to be the resting place of the sun god.

If you walk in, you will even think that this is heaven.

The dome above the promenade is like a clear sky, angels and gods appear on the top of the clouds, and the gorgeous reliefs of ancient Rome are painted with gold paint, which can shine brightly even at night because of the eternal lights.

There are more than a dozen sculptures with different poses on display in the conference hall, and countless paintings by famous artists are arranged and inlaid in an orderly manner. The frescoes and woodblock prints seem to be indistinguishable, and they are integrated with the golden decoration with the family coat of arms.

The entire ceiling is designed as a checkerboard-like structure, and it is also inlaid with hundreds of pre-painted wood panels.

When you approach here, you can see countless moments of miracles blooming in the Bible as soon as you look up.

Gold, wings, badges, sculptures, gods...

There seems to be no difference between the palace and the temple.

Botticelli instructed his attendants to inlay the painting in the designated position, and Da Vinci looked up to observe the magnificent and magnificent content.

A huge giant clam is suspended in the Aegean Sea, and the blue sea and forest are vivid.

The naked Venus stands on the shell with a confused and pure expression.

She had just arrived in this brand new world, her long hair fell down to her waist, and she subconsciously covered her lower body with her hands.

The God of Wind and the God of Hours sent her to the shore, and the Goddess of Spring raised her hands and covered her with gorgeous robes.

At this moment, the flowers are flying like butterflies, and the ripples of the sea are gentle and restrained.

The two attendants bowed and said goodbye after finishing their work, and they were the only ones left standing in front of the painting.

Da Vinci looked at it for a long time, but he still asked, "Another pagan myth?"

"A beautiful legend from Sicily." Botticelli looked at the bewildered girl in the painting and murmured, "...this is eternity that is neither born nor died."

He suddenly laughed, raised his hand and pressed his forehead, as if trying to dispel some memory.

"I should ask Heidi to look at it - she also suggested that I draw stars on the robe and it worked really well."

"Wait a minute," Da Vinci paused for a while before opening his mouth, then looked back at him and said, "You seem to like chatting with her?"

"Huh?" Botticelli laughed: "I like her very much."

"Like?" Da Vinci tried to understand the vocabulary: "Which one?"

"You want to ask, do you like Simonetta as much as you do?" Botticelli watched his expression, still open and peaceful: "Leonardo, you should understand a truth."

"Even if she only showed those light blue eyes, countless men would be fascinated."

"People have an innate perception of beautiful things, as well as a subconscious urge to plunder—if you pay attention, since she appeared in Florence until now, there have been quite a few men who have proposed to her, right?"

If she reveals more wisdom and insight, that charm will only be further exaggerated and magnified, and people can be bewitched like fine wine.

"No... that's not what I asked." Da Vinci took a deep breath, "Why can you like two people at the same time? Do you want to propose to her too?"

"Okay, no plans." Botticelli turned his head to look at the bewildered Goddess of Beauty on the mural, and his tone slowed down a lot: "Not all emotions should be responded to and have results."

It's there, just don't touch it.

Once you care about it, it has the power to hurt you.

He couldn't feel that pain again.

"I don't understand..." Da Vinci sighed a long time, still confused and complicated at the moment.

He can understand the ancient treatises of Archimedes, and he can see the secrets of the bridge structure, but it seems that he can never get close to the strange emotion repeatedly sung by poets and singers.

"I don't understand why people fall in love, why they are so obsessed with another being."

"I don't know what love is either."

Botticelli stared at the woman in the painting for a long time, and suddenly laughed: "Do you want me to teach you?"

"You... seem to understand this very well?"

"No, Leo." He looked at him and said, "There are some things that cannot be taught with words."

"If you want to learn, you can only rely on experience."

"experience?"

"Only after experiencing it can you comprehend and understand." Botticelli's smile was complicated, and his eyes contained a touch of nostalgia: "Maybe it will be painful, and you will toss and turn."

"When they come, all you can do is to experience them quietly."

Unforeseen and unavoidable, all joy and pain will be like an unavoidable east wind.

Da Vinci frowned and looked at him, feeling somewhat resistant and irritable.

He likes everything that can be precisely calculated and controlled, machinery, gears, levers...

But this irrational thing is really...

"But having said that," Botticelli glanced at him and said, "Your good friend, an intelligent scholar, a superb performer, Miss Heidi, she will also fall in love, and then marry and have children with someone."

"No, she won't." He subconsciously denied.

He couldn't imagine such a scene at all.

"Why not?" Botticelli asked rhetorically: "Only God and the beast can endure loneliness. Do you think she will spend the rest of her life in a monastery like those nuns?"

"But she refused that—"

"That's only because someone more suitable hasn't appeared yet." Botticelli interrupted calmly: "You have to be prepared to lose this friend at any time."

Da Vinci frowned and looked at him, but once again denied this idea.

"You may regard her as a stunner, just like those noble ladies and Miss Jiao."

"But she's not."

She is tough, intelligent, and has an insatiable appetite for science and the mysteries.

She is different from everyone else.

She is unique.

He didn't want to discuss this topic with Botticelli anymore, but shook his head again as if denying something, turned around and strode away.

Botticelli watched his back, and laughed self-deprecatingly.

After that person had left, he opened his mouth softly.

"I do not have."

-2-

Heidi vaguely felt that Da Vinci looked at her a little strangely these days.

She couldn't tell what kind of look it was——

But for God's sake, he'd better not think of himself as a witch, and report those bizarre arguments to someone as soon as he turns his head.

The penicillin production workshop has already been built, and the hydraulic drive device is really easy to use. She even only needs to hire two or three workers to take care of it.

When Lorenzo returned from Venice, he took a look at the workshop and was obviously quite curious.

Da Vinci has already built the prototype of the water conservancy irrigation cycle system, and he also asked senior engineers to help him refer to it - the feasibility is quite good.

It was at this stall that Milan's guests visited again.

Sforza looked pretty good, and walked with a pompous and assertive manner.

At the reception dinner, a group of male guests discussed various trivial matters of the Federation, while the female relatives adjusted the atmosphere in a timely manner.

Heidi was still taking time to confirm the reproduction of the strains of different melons and fruits, and directly found an excuse not to participate in the dinner.

When they were toasting, the attendants carried trays to distribute fresh oysters to them, and the wine exuded a fresh aroma, everything was in perfect harmony.

Sforza quickly finished sucking an oyster, and set his sights on the roasted squab on a porcelain plate.

Lorenzo signaled the attendant to refill a glass of wine for this guest with his eyes, and said in a friendly tone, "This time, besides trade, what else do you plan to talk to me about?"

"Marriage proposal." Sforza put down his silver fork, looked at the guests on the long table, and said with a slightly curious tone, "Speaking of which—why didn't that lady come?"

The air suddenly froze for a few seconds.

"You mean..." Lorenzo raised a polite smile and said, "Marriage proposal?"

"Yes, Heidi Maria Keithler Medici, is that the name?" Lord Milan said, playing with his pure gold ring: "She is a very suitable candidate—once our two families With marriage, many contacts in politics are much more convenient, isn't it?"

Da Vinci suddenly didn't want to touch the pigeon on his plate anymore.

Botticelli, who was sitting on the diagonally opposite side, looked at his expression slowly, lowered his head and continued to cut the food and said indifferently: "It seems that this lady... is really popular."

Obviously, everyone present was smiling and chatting, but the atmosphere seemed to be falling continuously, and there was even a sense of stalemate.

"She has no plans to get married at the moment." Lorenzo said calmly, "On behalf of the Medici family, thank you for your kindness."

Da Vinci glanced at Botticelli, and began to cut the pigeon's neck with indifference.

The latter continued to smile, and instead began to listen to the conversations of the lords.

"This is a win-win choice." Sforza looked at him suspiciously, and his tone was a bit more playful: "If you want to use her as a bargaining chip——I am very happy."

"Marry this beauty to me." He picked up a green bean and observed it carefully as if he was looking at an emerald: "I can let go of the trade control between the two countries and give you more military support. Give you a broader economic market."

Listening to this tone, it seems that he is not talking about the marriage with any woman, but about a deal.

Da Vinci's knife hit the porcelain plate, making a rather harsh sound.

Lorenzo raised his eyes and glanced at him, then looked at Sforza who was still chattering.

"Or, on the textile side, Milan could—"

"The Medici family does not need to sacrifice women to gain benefits."

"After she gets married to Milan, she can come back to visit you at will," Sforza said nonchalantly, "What's more, she hasn't expressed her opinion yet. Are you so eager to reject me?"

Lorenzo's smile deepened, and he leaned back on the chair in a relaxed posture.

"Should I call her over now?"

"This sentence is a little gunpowder." Sforza bit off the green beans, looked at him with raised eyebrows, and said, "You seem to be disgusted with this topic? Or do you have a problem with me?"

"You are our guest," Lorenzo said with a smile, "but then again, there is a beauty from the Alberti family. I heard that her eyes are like a Persian cat, and her figure is as graceful as an Indian girl. "

"Persian cat—" Sforza became interested again: "How is your temper?"

"It's choking and hard to tame. I heard that there are many suitors."

"Hey," the man tapped his thick knuckles, as if he had already ignited the idea of ​​​​conquering: "You have to arrange for me to meet her—for the sake of our cooperation for so long."

"That's natural."

But now that the words have been spoken, we still have to meet and go through a procedure.

However, probably because he had met the little wild cat with amber eyes in private, when Lord Milan met the alchemist, he was obviously not as considerate as people expected. He just greeted her formulaically and tested her thoughts on marriage. .

The other party naturally thanked and declined politely.

At the moment she refused, several people present breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

"You will meet someone more suitable," Sforza breathed out, showing a generous and sincere smile: "God will give a good man like you a perfect husband."

Heidi laughed noncommittally, and only leaned over to say goodbye to him, without any nostalgia.

Lorenzo watched her go away indifferently, then glanced at Nasforza and asked, "Last night?"

Lord Milan grinned: "That cat has a strong temper, I like it."

After leaving the living room, Da Vinci adjusted his breathing and paced back and forth in the corridor several times.

He knew very well that he didn't like her, and he didn't have any intimate and lingering feelings for her——

He had seen Botticelli look at the portrait of Simonetta, and that emotion obviously had nothing to do with him.

However, he still could not accept the possibility proposed by Botticelli.

"You have to be ready to lose this friend at any time."

Do not……

If Heidi were to marry one day, out of respect for her husband, or for the sake of her reputation, he should not have too close acquaintance with her.

But such an excellent woman...

Da Vinci took another deep breath, and knocked on Heidi's door anyway.

The maid Dejo opened the door and indicated with her eyes that the lord was busy.

The other party was scraping the mold off of a green olive, and was wearing a mask and goggles, apparently uneasy about the substance on it.

Da Vinci took a step to get closer to her, but stopped halfway.

He didn't know how to ask such a question.

This kind of request sounds absurd and unreasonable, even if he has been doing his own way for so long, it is quite unreasonable.

But there are still so many mysteries in this world that have not been explored, and the uses of penicillin...

"Leo? What's the matter?" Heidi glanced at him sideways, and then continued to carefully transfer the mold scraped off to a glass dish.

"I heard about the Lord of Milan." He said dryly.

"Trade or marriage proposal?" She said casually: "The former is indeed a good thing. Florence and Milan should strengthen exchanges."

"What about the latter?"

"The latter?" She stopped and raised her thin eyebrows like a crescent moon: "What do you want to ask?"

Da Vinci swallowed a mouthful of saliva, but still tried to make a calm meaning: "Are you planning to get married?"

"Wait—I hope there is no misunderstanding between us," Heidi said with a smile: "You don't intend to be the next rejected person, do you?"

"No, I only have feelings for you as a friend, and I hope you don't misunderstand this." He subconsciously put aside this layer, and asked again: "Then did you have such a plan?"

"Not yet." She shrugged and continued to study Qingxing next to her.

Several weeks passed without any progress in the research of the strain.

There is no difference between the molds derived from them and orange peels. Some fermentation speeds are indeed slightly faster, but the difference is not too big.

"Then when..."

"Leonardo, this is not like the usual question you would ask." She put down the utensils in her hand, got up and walked in front of him, a little annoyed and funny: "If I want to consider getting married, it will only be because of one situation .”

"That's when I suddenly encountered a major crisis that I couldn't escape. Only marriage can help me escape."

He let out a long breath of relief, and asked again worriedly: "What about love?"

"Love?" She laughed: "It's better not to touch that kind of fleeting thing."

She married six times, back and forth, three of which were less than two years old.

Love, passion, commitment.

Nothing lasts forever.

If it was modern times, she might possibly summon up the courage to love again.

But this is the Middle Ages where divorce is impossible.

Women have a fairly free right to decide whether to marry, but divorce is absolutely forbidden——

This means that, as a powerless commoner, if your husband is corrupt and stupid, or a gambler and alcoholic, even if he has countless illegitimate children, you cannot legally leave him.

She originally had a high cognitive difference with other opposite sexes in this era, and the attractiveness of wealth and appearance has also continued to decrease because of this, and there is almost nothing that can impress her.

Coupled with these existing shackles, the idea became clearer and clearer.

Absolutely - don't bet this on so-called love.

When this answer appeared, Da Vinci subconsciously raised a smile, and directly stretched out his arms to give her a strong hug.

"I knew—" he repeated, "I knew that you would be such a choice."

How could I lose a friend like you.

It really is impossible.

He seemed to have let go of many worries and worries, and at this moment he returned to carefree from that weird twisted state.

Heidi stretched out her hand and patted him on the back in a little surprise, and clearly felt his joyful mood.

As for being so happy?

Does this person want me to die alone and be eaten by the family cat?