Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

The Duke's daughter is a 13-year-old girl.She has rosy cheeks and long, smooth and shiny hair. She is an elegant and lively little lady.

Before Da Vinci arrived, she had bought many paintings generously, and added several sculptures she personally selected to her home.

The Duke and Duchess doted on the child, not only gave her the best education, but also indulged her in horseback riding and hunting like a man, and raised her to be healthy and knowledgeable.

In this era, the best career choices for men were priesthood or military service, while women had to accept various studies to prepare for marriage after birth—such as spinning and sewing, or how to cook and brew wine.

In the far east, it is considered beautiful for women to have small feet wrapped. In Venice, near the Principality of Ferrara, it is also popular for women to wear high platform shoes that are more than [-] centimeters in length, euphemistically called to avoid dirt.

These things invisibly restrict women's travel, forcing them to stay at home and work fully, but they cannot participate in many external affairs.

In the Middle Ages, when the status of women was gradually declining, a cheerful, independent and confident little girl like Isabella was really a ray of light in the darkness.

On the first day of her arrival, Heidi was kindly given many gifts by her.

The lady generously shared the private bathroom with her, and ordered the maid to send a basket of rose petals soaked in dew.

She likes art, loves science, and at the same time agrees to allow women to participate more in secular affairs.

In just a few days, Heidi taught her some common sense from "The Four Elements", and taught her how to take good care of her body, and was welcomed by the Duke and Duchess.

"You are so kind and wise," the Duchess said softly, "The Principality of Ferrara will always welcome you."

These words are tantamount to telling her that this small city-state will provide her with personal protection and support.

Heidi was surprised and thanked earnestly, and then helped the couple to check their health.

A person with diabetes that is not considered serious can improve his condition by controlling his diet.

The other suffers from insomnia and dreaminess. Proper walking and warm milk before going to bed are both effective.

This time the two of them came here, and the second purpose was to invite Da Vinci to paint a portrait of Miss Isabella.

Although he was previously known for his excellent Gears of War designs, he also produced many excellent works.

Da Vinci is relaxed and friendly in front of the little girl, and his efficiency in sketching is not bad.

Isabella sat by the window, looked at the painter behind the board from time to time, and asked various questions curiously.

From the materials of oil painting to whether the brush is made of bristle hair, to which story in the Bible he likes most.

"By the way," the little girl blinked and said, "Are you Miss Medici's lover?"

The painter almost drew the pencil to the board.

He erased the crooked lines, coughed and said, "It's just a friend...why ask this question?"

Isabella stared at the cocked pen like a sparrow's tail, still a little puzzled: "Miss Medici is so beautiful, don't you want to be her lover?"

"She is not married yet." The painter corrected: "Besides, being a lover is not a very honorable status."

"Then she must have many suitors." The little girl swayed her legs on the chair and said, "How many have you seen?"

Da Vinci lowered his head and counted, uncertainly: "Twelve?"

From big and small lords to knights and wealthy businessmen, recently in Milan, some people were locked out with gifts.

As Botticelli said, people have an innate perception of beautiful things, as well as a subconscious impulse to possess.

The little girl held her face in admiration, and nodded solemnly: "She is so good, she really can't just marry someone else."

Da Vinci was taken aback for a moment, then continued to paint the portrait with a lowered head and a smile.

Yes.

She has already said it herself, and she will not fall in love with anyone in the future.

When thinking of Heidi, he felt like a robin smelling blueberries in his heart, circling the bushes uneasy.

I want to try more, but I dare not go any further.

The subject being talked about was roaming in the garden and couldn't help but sneezed twice.

...It's already autumn, how can I still choke on pollen.

Heidi drew a sketch and gave it to Atalanti, asking him to help him find the plant.

The garden is vast and beautifully designed, and even the design of the hedge maze is quite suitable for filming.

She played the queen of France when she was young, and now she wakes up to the Middle Ages, and she always feels like she has re-entered some set.

Heidi was thinking aimlessly, and suddenly her fingertips seemed to touch some smooth little fruit.

She froze for a moment, squatted down and picked apart the mint and daisy leaves, and finally saw something similar.

Did litmus look like this 500 years ago?

"Atalanti—I seem to have found it."

The young man responded, and hurried over to check, his expression a little surprised: "So it's this one? I thought it was some very expensive flowers and plants."

He spoke an Italian word, which sounded quite unfamiliar.

"This thing is everywhere. Are you looking for it for herbal medicine?"

Heidi asked him to find more similar ones, and then temporarily found a glass bottle, crushed the grass leaves and put them in the water together with the juice.

On the second day, the water in the entire bottle changed color——

Quiet, noble, clear purple.

It looks so good that people want to use it to dye a new dress.

Heidi didn't sleep well all night, and when she saw the solution, she covered her face and was so happy that she immediately changed her clothes and went to call Da Vinci to have a look.

"It's purple!" Da Vinci was stunned, and curiously leaned over to smell it.

There is no odor at all, and even a slight astringency of herbs can be smelled.

Heidi tried dipping some of the solution onto the white paper, and found that the staining was still poor—but better than nothing.

They happened to be returning to Florence today, and they were going to bid farewell to the Duke's family after breakfast.

You can collect many of these things along the way back, and you can also do some experiments in comparison.

The two of them surrounded the bottle of purple solution happily and wanted to dance around it together.

Heidi found a small bottle and came back, dispensed some litmus solution into it, and then dripped a few drops of apple juice in front of Da Vinci.

The moment the transparent juice fell into the liquid, the bright purple solution suddenly turned into a full red, almost like magic.

Da Vinci was stunned for a moment, and was a little speechless.

Listening to her explaining the general principle, he also took another glass vessel and tried the same.

"That's right - there's also soapy water!" Heidi found her homemade essential oil soap for personal use, got some alkaline water, and tried pouring some more.

This time, the liquid turned a light aqua blue again.

Da Vinci looked at the three colors in a daze, then turned to look at her and said, "This is really... a miracle."

Heidi patted him on the shoulder, her tone was quite gentle: "In the future, you can paint freely with purple, isn't it great?"

"Me?" He paused, and asked a little cautiously: "Did you create these colors to paint for me?"

Heidi laughed dumbfounded: "Of course, remember the days when I was a maid in the workshop?"

That's when I was thinking, what an amazing work you can create if you can play around with these colors.

"Purple, blue, red, maybe I can find malachite green and give it to you in the future." She looked at him and laughed: "It just happens to be a birthday present for the past four years, do you like it?"

Da Vinci suddenly felt that his heartbeat began to accelerate again, and even his breathing became a little disordered.

Subtle but warm emotions surged in his heart like a tide, which felt strange and confusing.

She actually remembered these things all the time...and really gave him the only purple in the world.

Bright copper sulfate blue, deep Prussian blue, and such soft litmus purple.

"I," he didn't know how to respond for a while: "Thank you..."

If, I want all the colors in this world,

Will you always be with me?

-2-

When Lorenzo came to Milan this time, his physical condition was obviously not as good as before.

He started drinking uncontrollably.

In the past, I might drink one cup a month, but now I have two or three cups a day.

The control of food also seemed to be absent, and the gout also returned, and there was a piercing pain when it broke out in the middle of the night.

This change is difficult to explain, either because he subconsciously wants to make up for some lack and regret, or because food and wine are the last consolations in a serious life.

Even if he had to pay for it with gout, he didn't care anymore.

Sforza was quite satisfied with the state of harmony between his wife and mistresses, and his plump belly became round again.

"Why didn't you bring that noble lady this time?" He waved the wine glass casually and said, "My wife is pregnant now, and I want to ask her to help take care of it."

The lord silently took the glass filled with wine, took a sip and put it down again.

After all, it is not as good as aging in oak barrels.

"She has been ill recently," Lorenzo said lightly, "she is still resting in the palace."

"That's a pity." Sforza shrugged, and began to chat with him about the charming brunette beauty he had recently seen.

He stayed in Milan for seven days, and Dejo also reported truthfully in the past.

Heidi is doing well in Milan, getting healthier and more relaxed.

She would go out to worship every morning, or go to the theater and browse the antique market.

She has her own small courtyard and raises a few white ducks.

The guards secretly arranged nearby are on duty, and a few days ago, a thief who tried to climb over the wall was chased away.

Is autumn in Ferrara beautiful?

The lord looked towards the east, was silent for a moment, and boarded the carriage back to Florence.

"Take care of her."

In fact, De Qiao had vaguely seen something, hesitantly asked in a low voice beside the carriage: "What if she has a lover?"

Want to tell you?

The lord lowered his head and laughed, without answering her question, he just waved his hand.

The carriage gradually disappeared from the maid's sight, and several oak leaves were rolled up.

The first thing Heidi did after she came back was to check the courtyard for signs of intrusion.

Before she left, she made secret arrangements in many places behind Dejo's back, even pinned her hair on the notebook, and faced north and tilted eastward at sixty degrees.

No one has ever entered her study, or any other place.

She breathed a sigh of relief and began to solve the problem of coloring the litmus solution.

It is a kind of lichen itself, which belongs to organic matter that will deteriorate and rot.

On the way back, they have gradually figured out the best way to filter and made several filters.

But on the one hand, this liquid should be colorable enough, it should have a clear performance on canvas and walls, and it should be preserved for a long time.

It would be a waste of time if you have to press repeatedly and let it stand in advance every time you paint.

Da Vinci poured her a glass of wine with a slightly curious expression.

"Try adding it directly to tempera paint?"

Heidi stared at the glass of wine in a daze, then suddenly cheered.

"found it!"

She reached out and gave him a big hug, then turned and ran to the wine cellar.

She found a large bottle of fresh wine and set to work on the distillation.

The aroma of grapes wafts out, making people smell even a little hungry.

Before Da Vinci could figure out how he got a hug, he turned around and saw her walking over with a bottle of light-colored liquid.

"This is?"

Ethanol, the simplest colorant used in industrial dyes.

And it can be antiseptic.

The filtered thick purple solution was thoroughly mixed with alcohol, and then dipped and brushed on white paper.

The traces of Rouli are much clearer than before.

Heidi pondered for a moment and decided to start preparing for a new workshop.

She wants to sell paint to make money, the sooner the better.

Money is something that has various uses.

In modern times, it is used to pay medical bills, buy housing, and purchase various necessities.

But in this era, she had even bolder ideas.

- Form a fleet.

A fleet that belongs only to her.

Due to inconvenient transportation, they are now trapped in the peninsula, and it is quite difficult to go to France.

But if the people in her fleet can sail around the ocean earlier than Magellan, they can get more things - if they can, rubber, cinchona, black pepper, and all kinds of things she wants , it is best to bring back a copy of them all.

Heidi's current assets are enough for her to buy a small manor, but living here is enough to get used to and leisurely.

Not only did she hire private guards, but she also rapidly expanded the area of ​​the workshop. It might not be difficult to hire sailors and captains in the future.

As a modern person with high execution ability, she has been planning these things all Christmas.

From the signing of the contract for the stable supply of copper sulfate ore to the purchase of the wasteland full of litmus, all affairs are proceeding in an orderly manner.

It's a relief that nothing happened this Christmas.

There were no assassinations, no riots, and nothing too worrisome.

On Christmas Eve, Florence sent another letter. In addition to the routine greetings, the lord's wife also mentioned that Lorenzo's ventilation began to attack frequently again, and now it seems to be affecting his movement—for this reason, he began to use a walking stick often, When the condition is good, there is no problem.

Heidi quickly responded to the letter, explaining that gout cannot be treated with surgery and drugs, and it is best to rely on diet and alcohol control.

In this era, she would never rashly perform surgery on anyone - this matter is completely beyond her ability.

The spring of 1484 finally came.

Also in January of this year, a brand-new paint specialty store opened in the most prosperous area, and its business is so hot that people are stunned.

The most expensive blue and purple in the world have been reduced to one-tenth of the price, and the color is stable and has a slight fragrance.

Crazy painters sold out as soon as the doors opened every day, and the paintings in churches and palaces began to have fuller colors.

Because the business is so good, it can even be closed after only opening for a while in the morning——

Someone tried to hoard goods, and was soon beaten up by other painters angrily.

It was so cheap and of such superior quality that many merchants who sold lapis lazuli and murex purple touched their noses, and began to lower their prices reluctantly.

However, people have tasted the sweetness and began to buy these colors in a more fanatical way——

Although purple should be a color that nobles should have, but here is Milan, no one cares about those troubles.

The shopkeeper himself is mysterious, and he always asks the shop assistants to watch the shop in turn.

But to be able to earn so much money without being targeted by the Holy See and the court, I am afraid that he is also a person with a lot of background.

It was also during this interval that Sforza issued an order to establish a grazing industry.

Although he himself is somewhat chaotic in his private life, he has always been admirable for the construction of the country.

The regent believes that the strength of the country comes from the prosperity of the economy. Whether it is the development of the military or the construction of colleges, the priority should be to promote financial growth in essence.

He opened a huge farm and animal husbandry experiment near Vigevano. It is said that [-] to [-] cows, horses and lambs are raised in it, and the horses are the best horse breeds in Europe.

Heidi sensed a business opportunity and soon made the same investment.

She found a land with rich pastures, bought the land at a good enough price, and began to hire labor to build the pasture.

There was a lot of slavery in this era, and the Moors were bought and sold like black slaves.

And she directly bought a large part of the Moors, gave them the freedom of identity and income, and even sent people to teach them more advanced production functions.

The honest and honest Moore people all know what this means, and they work harder when they are working.

Horses, sheep, goats, and various layers and broilers have all been introduced into excellent breeders for breeding.

Broilers don't need to go out for a walk, they just need to be confined to eat and drink.

Under Heidi's explanation, Da Vinci helped her design a recyclable and easy-to-add grain trough and water trough, and even handled the excrement quite cleverly.

The price of meat in Milan also began to drop slowly.

People gradually found that the supply of chicken and mutton began to be more and more abundant, and the price was enough for people to accept.

After Heidi's purchasing power was close to saturation, she began to export to Florence, Venice, Ferrara and other places. More and more merchants tried to buy from her, and Persian merchants lost their tight popularity.

Leonardo Da Vinci was still the same, going out early and returning late every day to participate in the design of murals or domes in Milan Cathedral, but gradually began to spend more time painting for his employer.

Now he has only one employer, and that is the noble lady of the Medici family.

Atalanti sometimes helps pass a brush scraper or something, and then leans to the side to watch.

Finally, one afternoon, he couldn't help expressing some opinions.

"Leonardo," the boy said, taking a sip of his juice, "Do you like her?"

The painter paused, and retorted subconsciously: "This is not something you should ask."

"Is that like? Still like it?" Atalante shook the little green orange in the glass and said, "Now you can look at her portrait every day for a long time - occasionally you can't help laughing stand up."

Da Vinci rubbed his forehead and said in a low voice: "Don't make such speculations, I won't need your help in painting in the future."

The feeling of being seen in this secret mood makes people feel a little uneasy.

"Don't worry." Atalantiyan said with a long voice: "She is not married now, even if she is married, you can still pursue her."

"If you don't tell her this feeling, she might fall in love with someone else." The boy winked and said, "Do you need me to help you find a suitable love poem?"

"No—no need." Da Vinci tried to show a serious expression: "Aren't you learning French and the violin recently? You should focus on more important things."

"My old friend," the boy said with a pitiful expression, "I'm getting married next month."

"Slow down, maybe when my children are married, you will still be here staring at her portrait in a daze."

Da Vinci suddenly came back to his senses and realized what had happened.

Unknowingly, that twelve or thirteen-year-old boy has grown up now.

Time... has it passed so fast?

"Do you still remember the little grid you gave me to calculate the time?" The young man patiently enlightened: "People are always going to die, and they will forget everything and fly to heaven."

"One more day you hesitate, and one less day you love her."

Da Vinci was stunned for a long time, and suddenly found that he had no reason to refute him.

He has been unwilling to face these feelings, and it is actually difficult to deceive himself.

A long time ago, those words he said plausibly are now refuted by the facts.

—The same enthusiasm for art and science can also be touched by another person.

If she came back later, he couldn't help but wait for her at the door, and even pretended to go out to buy tabloids to pick her up by the way.

If she occasionally sighed while eating, he couldn't help but wonder what happened to her.

He was so cautious and apprehensive, always at a loss in front of her.

But this feeling is strange and dangerous to him, he likes it like a poisonous butterfly but dare not touch it.

After a long time, the man spoke in a low voice.

"Don't tell her..."

Wait a little longer for me to figure out these things.

The teenager shrugged and handed him another paintbrush.

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