Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Atalanti had helped her a lot when she was in Florence, and she was quite a loyal manager and helper.

Now in Milan, he began to learn those mathematical knowledge while helping Heidi take care of the cheese workshops.

I heard that the products in her shop were resold by various merchants all the way to France and Venice, and the sales volume was also quite tight.

Heidi was also idle, and began to try to transfer some of the previous watercolor techniques to oil paintings.

She is not used to this kind of paint, and has always maintained a cautious attitude towards mummies.

But purple is expensive and smelly, which is indeed a great pity.

For this reason, Heidi also tried to get some grape skins and violets to extract the color, but found that the cost or process was too troublesome, so she finally gave up——

The juice from most of the grape pulp is reddish, and the pigment of the grape skin is difficult to extract, which is far less simple than she imagined.

As the news gradually spread, more and more people knew that the young and wise female scholar had come to Milan. Many nobles handed over invitation letters, hoping that she could go over and chat with her, so that it would be convenient for each other in the future. take care of.

Not only that, but some people in many colleges in Milan also offered her an olive branch, hoping that she could give lectures and demonstrations like the Florence Academy in the future, and bring them more inspiration.

When Heidi was shopping in the bookstore, she also saw the engraved version of "The Four Elements", the handwriting was clear and familiar.

——Really very popular.

She suddenly had some ideas, so while the workshop was expanding its scale and rushing to make orders, she began to think about translating all the contents she remembered before.

The memo written in modern English and German a few years ago has accumulated several small notebooks, and now I have brought them here together, and I am still sorting out and transcribing them.

What I have to say is that because she has lived in an Italian language environment for a long time, while her English is rapidly deteriorating, her French has become much more fluent.

There are some new words in the United States that look back now, and there will be a sense of absurdity and reality.

She flipped through the pages of the book, combing through the outline while looking at the notes, trying to find various clues.

A somewhat unfamiliar word jumped out.

litmus.

'litmustest' means touchstone, test, but the word is circled by itself, which obviously has other meanings.

This note was written on Christmas Eve four years ago, and she still doesn't remember what happened back then.

But litmus also represents a plant - litmus.

Heidi sat for an afternoon and finally remembered what happened almost 70 years ago.

She had heard such a wonderful experiment in chemistry class.

A kind of purple powder, after being soaked in water and stirred well, it becomes a beautiful lavender.

But if you add an acidic solution, the liquid in the test tube will turn red.

Add an alkaline solution and it turns blue again.

This is the most interesting part - this liquid has three properties, and it seems to be related to that plant.

Heidi didn't know what the plant looked like, so she had to go to the library alone to search for ancient books.

Fortunately, in this era, in addition to all kinds of stinky socks-like theological works, there are many works on nature and animals, and they are well preserved in the library.

She forced herself to read the unfriendly Greek and Italian, and looked up the corresponding illustrations or sentences while comparing the keywords translated from the dictionary on the slip of paper.

After about a week, she finally saw the corresponding description.

"Shell-like, scale-like...red fruit...rotting wood..."

She found an explanation in this old book that was so dusty that people could sneeze several times in a row.

There is a lichen-like plant that grows on rocks and decaying wood all year round, and bears clusters of bright red fruits, with dark green or blackened leaves.

If this plant is crushed, it will precipitate a lavender liquid, and it seems to have the function of stopping bleeding.

A line of remarks was added next to it - 'touch may be poisoned'.

Heidi copied the plant by comparing it with the book under the oil lamp, and then went home with another newly bought knight novel.

Seeing her coming back, De Qiao raised his hand and raised the invitation letter he had received earlier.

Heidi hurriedly put the things away and read each letter.

The Sforza court had been a guest before, and the lord also consulted her about gout, but it seemed that she did not intend to quit drinking.

And several other famous families have already been guests one by one out of friendship or politeness.

She paused with her fingertips, and suddenly found a letter with beautiful and powerful handwriting.

This is from the Principality of Ferrara.

A young duke's daughter invited her to visit with Leonardo in a friendly and cordial tone.

Ferrara borders on the east of Milan, and it may take about a month to go back and forth.

Heidi thought for a moment, and decided to ask Da Vinci what he meant when he came back.

She heard that this little girl is a very independent and thoughtful person, and it would be very interesting if she could make friends with her.

"Mr. Da Vinci has come back and brought some fish, and he is helping to cook in the backyard." De Qiao probably saw her thoughts, and explained in a timely manner: "You can go directly to ask him."

Heidi responded, and quickly walked across the corridor.

Before she saw the man, she heard the strange cry of an animal.

It seemed to be the call of wild geese, hoarse and harsh, and it sounded a bit strange.

Heidi froze for a moment, and went around the corner to see what Da Vinci was doing.

The young man was hugging a wild duck with flapping wings, whose feet had been tied up.

In addition, there are two fluffy and round little guys in the cage, which look a bit like otters.

But considering the hydrological environment here... She felt that it might also be a beaver.

"Are you going to eat them?"

"Huh?" Leonardo was obviously in a panic, he controlled the neck of the wild duck with one hand, and the other hand had a lot of bird feathers on his sleeve: "How about some fish tonight?"

Heidi thought it was something wrong with her eyes: "Where is the fish?"

"Isn't it?" Da Vinci raised its long neck in a daze, and the wild duck made a trumpet-like cry and tried to kick its broken leg: "And the cage next to it is also filled with fish."

Heidi was silent for a few seconds, and decided to teach him how to cook this kind of food: "Let's scald it first, and it will be easier to cook when the hair falls off."

The definition of vegetarianism and many words in this era is very strange.

Generally, on important festivals, such as Christmas Eve, people can only eat vegetarian food according to the regulations of the church.

But fish is not vegetarian - so people eat pike cod and are still devout and faithful.

But according to what Da Vinci said, all water birds and animals related to the ocean can be counted as fish... The scope of vegetarian food is really wide.

Together, they plucked and cut the wild duck into pieces in a panic, and then discussed the cooking method together.

According to Da Vinci's usual taste, it should be directly smeared with layers of spices, and then stewed in a large pot of fragrant broth.

Heidi compared the fat wild duck, and the knife slammed down and divided it into two parts: "I'll have another one tomorrow."

"Does it need to be air-dried?" Da Vinci subconsciously said, "It's been too hot recently, and it might be broken by tomorrow night."

Heidi suddenly thought of something, patted her head and said, "I forgot to show you something good."

She turned and ran to the nearby well, and picked up a bucket.

The bucket was filled with cold well water and a closed glass box, which contained some irregular ice cubes.

"That's it." Heidi clapped her hands and put the half duck in, feeling quite satisfied: "How is it?"

"What is this?" Da Vinci subconsciously said, "Why have I never seen such a thing before?"

He subconsciously touched the translucent block, and quickly withdrew his hand as if he had been scalded.

Da Vinci touched his hand subconsciously to make sure he was not burned, and turned to look at Heidi like a bewildered child.

"This is... ice." Heidi didn't realize it for a while: "Haven't you seen it?"

The other party stretched out his hand and touched it cautiously again. This time he stayed for a while, and quickly retracted again.

"No." Da Vinci said honestly, "Where did it come from?"

Heidi suddenly realized something.

He was from Florence, and it never snowed in Florence.

It is strange to say that even though she lived in Florida on the east coast of the United States for a long time when she was old, she also encountered a heavy snowfall in 1989, and people walked out like being trapped in a soft sponge.

During the four years in Florence, there was only a cold drizzle in winter, which made people want to sleep in.

"Then... have you ever seen snow?"

"I've seen illustrations of snow-capped mountains," Da Vinci said uncertainly, "Have you seen them in Rome?"

No… the snow in Austria is beautiful.

I would really like to take you there if I can.

Heidi sighed and began to explain the existence of ice cubes to him, and made him a bowl of apple citrus smoothie with some syrup in it.

At first, the young man stirred a few times with a spoon cautiously before taking a sip, and then his eyes suddenly lit up.

Evening is the hottest time, but after eating these two spoonfuls of cold, sweet and strange food, I feel so comfortable that I want to squint my eyes.

The refreshing feeling is like suddenly jumping into the pool to take a good bath, and the happiness makes people want more.

When Da Vinci came back to his senses, the whole bowl had been scraped clean, not even the ice scum was shed.

Heidi couldn't help laughing: "Have you tasted the sweetness?"

Da Vinci tried to hold an untreated ice cube, lowered his head and licked it.

He felt his tongue almost sticking to it, and his entire palm was covered with a layer of coolness.

Heidi propped her chin up and watched the southerner clumsily and happily playing with ice cubes, and suddenly missed the existence of the air conditioner.

Air conditioners, TVs, taxis, airplanes...

She rubbed her forehead and put the slight sense of regret behind her.

After all, there are gains and losses.

-2-

Da Vinci felt that strange changes were taking place in him.

He's a well-developed man, and sometimes he has to deal with minor issues in the morning.

But no matter when he was playing the lyre in front of the ladies or when he was having a dispute with the lord, he could always remain sensible and decent, just as gentle and polite as the predecessors he admired.

But there were times now when he seemed prone to being tense and clumsy around Heidi.

Like when she just reaches for the salt shaker she has next to her, or passes herself a glass of orange juice.

When she approached him, he would feel a secret anxiety and anticipation, like a little boy waiting for a candy bar.

But when he left her and went to the cathedral to participate in the design again, he became that mature and sober man again.

...she couldn't really be a witch, could she?

Da Vinci drew half of the force diagram of the lifting equipment and sighed unconsciously.

Even if it was a witch, he would not betray her.

The priests next to each other chatted together and compared the size of the gemstones on each other's rings.

"Da Vinci - take a break?" Cardinal smiled and waved: "I heard that Mr. Lorenzo will come to Milan this month?"

Da Vinci was stunned for a moment and asked, "When?"

"Didn't he tell you? I heard it's for the birthday of the lord's wife in the castle." The bishop waved his hand and said, "There must be a lot of gifts, but unfortunately it has nothing to do with us."

He frowned, and suddenly thought of something.

It was with Keshima that Heidi had sent Lorenzo back that night before she came to him in a panic.

He wasn't sure what Lorenzo said, or acted rudely.

But she didn't seem to want to see him again.

It had been more than half a year since the last parting, and he noticed that Heidi hadn't taken the initiative to write a letter to the lord, but she would still briefly reply to the letter from Florence.

If Lorenzo came this time and indicated that he wanted to summon her, he might take her back by force.

When this idea appeared, he actually felt obvious sullenness in his heart.

This kind of feeling is difficult to explain and analyze, and it doesn't seem to be related to friends or anything.

The young man didn't want to think deeper, but subconsciously shook his head.

She was clearly happier now than she had been in Florence.

After returning to his residence from the church, Da Vinci hesitated for a long time, but decided to take her to avoid him temporarily.

He didn't want her to show that expression again, and he also hoped that she would sleep peacefully and relax every night.

"—Leaving half a month earlier?" Heidi forked up the charcoal-grilled beaver meat, with a curious expression on her face: "Why are you leaving so early?"

Da Vinci lowered his head and cut the olives, and lied unwisely: "There may be some delays on the road, it's better to leave earlier."

Heidi thought for a while, then turned her head to look at Atalanti who was concentrating on gnawing on her thigh: "Can you take care of me for a while? It may trouble you a lot."

The boy with half his face covered with oil nodded, and then continued to concentrate on eating meat.

On the third day, they packed their luggage and set off for the Principality of Ferrara with a few servants.

On the first day of September, the weather is much cooler.

The olive trees bore full fruit, and the oaks and maples were tall and green.

They embarked on a new journey together in a carriage, and the two were thinking about completely different things.

Heidi has been lying on the side of the car window and poking her head out, concentrating on observing the various plants that crisscross the roadside.

She needs to see lichens like the ones in the illustrated book—bunches of small red fruits hanging from the top, dark green or blackened leaves, and probably not too conspicuous.

Da Vinci leaned on the other side, a little uneasy and uneasy.

He wondered whether his judgment was correct, as if such assertions were not friendly and loyal.

And he had inexplicably many questions he wanted to ask her, such as what kind of technique was used to blend the colors, and how she handled the light.

But when she opened her mouth to ask, she was afraid that she would feel that she was noisy and noisy.

Is this question naive?

Has she answered similar questions before?

Da Vinci anxiously revised the wording of the question several times in his mind, and he still leaned against the carriage sullenly for a long while without speaking.

Let's not ask.

This slightly embarrassing feeling has never appeared before.

In the past, even if he just asked about the preparation of copper sulfate blue, he would take the trouble to dig out the details bit by bit with her, and he never felt that he would disturb her.

That frank and unrestrained mood disappeared at some point, and everything seems to make him think about it intermittently.

He wanted to see her every day, and wanted to laugh with her about all kinds of little things for a long time.

But sitting next to her, it seemed that he didn't even know where to put his hands and feet.

— If only Botticelli was here.

He definitely knows what to do.

Heidi had been staring out of the window for nearly two hours, and Da Vinci even began to wonder if she knew something, expressing a silent protest to himself.

I'm kind of an idiot right now.

Da Vinci sighed, coughed, and called out with some anxiety, "Heidi?"

"Huh?" Heidi finally sat back, rubbed her stiff neck and said, "Shall I have some sandwiches together?"

Da Vinci nodded subconsciously, and quickly changed the subject: "I have something to confess to you."

"what?"

He hesitated, but explained to her about the Medici's visit.

When he lowered his head and finished explaining his thoughts, he dared not look up into her eyes.

The other party couldn't help laughing.

"Isn't it a good thing to avoid trouble?"

Besides, he came here for the lord's wife's birthday, so I'm afraid it has nothing to do with her.

If De Qiao had gotten the news long ago, it would be impossible for her to just let her go.

Heidi patted him on the shoulder, took out the sandwiches she made at noon from the lunch basket, and shared afternoon tea with him.

She dug out the plant sketch that she copied, and asked him to help her find this thing together.

The atmosphere between them seemed to become relaxed again, and they sang songs together to fetch water from the mountain spring at night.

It was only at night that Leonardo realized a new problem belatedly.

Tonight, there were no Dejo and Atalanti in this carriage, and there seemed to be no taverns and inns along the way.

They are going to sleep together in the carriage tonight.

Heidi had a great time playing by the mountain spring in the evening, and even the hem of her skirt got a little wet. At this time, she slept peacefully on the small soft pillow she carried with her.

He could have fallen asleep on the other side without distraction, but it was difficult to relax.

When night comes, everything is silent.

He could hear the faint croaking of frogs and her long, slight breathing.

Like an angel waving its wings.

He is 31 years old, she is 23 years old.

But when he gets along with her, he always feels that he is the one who is tolerated and taken care of.

The moonlight covered her side face like a silver veil, and the shape of the bridge of the nose and thin eyebrows were outlined in a classic and gentle way.

Leonardo watched silently for a few seconds, and suddenly the carriage tripped over a boulder, and the carriage swayed to the other side.

She swayed in her deep sleep and leaned against his shoulder.

Almost at this moment, the young man sat upright and stiff, feeling a little flustered.

He has never had such contact with women, and he is not used to this kind of posture of being relied on.

The other party obviously slept soundly, and only subconsciously adjusted the position of his forehead, and continued to have good dreams.

Leonardo sat there well-behaved, and suddenly began to doubt many things.

He even felt that he was going to be so stiff and a gentleman all night, and even his eyes could only look out of the window in a hurry——

Even though I have seen many naked women in the bathroom, I don't feel ashamed to draw it.

But he didn't even dare to look down at her so intimately.

The faint scent of hyacinth came out along with her long hair, and the warmth of her shoulders made him short of breath.

Leonardo felt embarrassed and nervous at the moment, his hands were placed on his knees as if he was being inspected, and he sat up straight like a triangle.

The other party probably dreamed of some pleasant memories, and rubbed his shoulder in his sleep.

He felt his hair stand on end when he felt that slight movement, and he began to pray in his heart that she would wake up quickly, and that it would be best not to misunderstand him as a bad person with a bad mind after waking up.

However, Heidi just slept soundly through the night, until the morning light shone through the car window at six o'clock, she yawned and woke up slowly.

When she regained consciousness, she smelled a faint scent of fig trees near the collar, obviously not the one she was used to.

Heidi rubbed her eyes and sat upright, then yawned again and said, "Good morning Leo—did you sleep well last night?"

The other party was obviously still a little unconscious, but his sitting posture was still regular and straight.

"I'm sorry, I seemed to be relying on you to fall asleep last night." She laughed and said, "You can relax a bit, please don't get angry."

Heidi understands that he is unnatural in contact with the opposite sex, and she is very considerate in comforting him at this time.

Da Vinci shook his head subconsciously: "No, I'm just not used to it."

The night wind was a little cold last night, he carefully put a soft blanket on the two of them, and then fell asleep looking at the moon without knowing it.

The feeling of relying on each other...is very warm.

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