Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

It was March 1486 when the kindergartens were completed one after another.

The weather is gradually getting colder.

When the light rain continues, it feels like the whole world is a bit more like a movie. The raindrops under the eaves are falling intermittently like gauze curtains, and there are low-flying swifts circling in the square.

Heidi went out for a walk with an umbrella, subconsciously sorting out her thoughts.

She designed a rain boot that is waterproof enough to not need to keep the center of gravity like the catwalk models at any time, but also beautiful enough in appearance.

Da Vinci is still helping her sort out the sketches of changes in diseased plants, and he may also be secretly playing with wooden yo-yos.

The lord, on the other hand, looked indifferent and distant, but this time she would not rashly speculate on his thoughts, and her mind was much calmer.

When the weather is hot, many ambitions and fanaticism will continue to rise and ferment, burning people's hearts like flames.

And rainy days are especially suitable for sleeping soundly, as if the whole person can be lazy to the limitless state, and can stay in the soft and warm big bed for a whole day.

She yawned unconsciously, and suddenly smelled the aroma of beef patties.

——It’s also funny to say that I, who refused to eat some internal organs at the beginning, can now talk about roasting lamb belly until it’s cooked.

Heidi reached out to touch the purse, and walked to the shop to try something new.

Since the practice of pizza spread, all kinds of strange and improved versions have become popular in this city, and they are quite popular with everyone.

Not only are there tuna pike or mushroom chives, but some people even try to eat half a chicken with this pie crust.

When she walked over, she noticed a gray boy hiding under the eaves not far away, hugging his legs and burying his head on his knees.

He looks tall but thin. He is about 12 years old. He not only retains the outline of a boy, but also has a temperament that is close to the clarity of a teenager.

But what is quite conspicuous are the large and small holes in his clothes—it seems to be scratched or picked.

His white ankles were exposed and soaked in some rain.

Heidi approached quietly, and found that the dark marks on his elbows, arms and ankles were not dirt, but scars or welts.

There are already bruises in some places, which look like old wounds.

She frowned slightly, and suddenly thought of Atalanti's twelve or thirteen-year-old appearance——

The child lived a carefree life, humming and whistling every day when he was carrying paints for Da Vinci or doing bills for himself. Compared with the boy in front of him, he was a world apart.

... Another child who grew up in misery.

The boy noticed that someone was approaching him, and raised his head vigilantly, with a stubborn and defensive expression.

Like an irritated black cat.

He has black hair and black eyes. Although he is dressed in shabby clothes, he can still see his handsome appearance.

Heidi realized his vigilance, made a soothing gesture, and whispered, "You're hurt... how about eating first?"

The boy shook his head quickly, as if he was about to stand up and run away, but his stomach let out a grunt.

The lady proprietress in the nearby shop realized that there was a visitor, and enthusiastically lifted the lid of the scones, and the aroma of fully roasted wheat came out in an instant. It was so wonderful that people wanted to buy ten in one go.

The boy obviously also smelled the delicious smell of pizza, and he turned his head away even more twistedly, and hugged himself even tighter.

Heidi sighed inwardly, thinking that if this was the Atalante five years ago, she would definitely have acted coquettishly and begged herself to help buy one.

The former is like a stubborn and autistic black cat, while the latter is like a clingy and well-behaved white cat.

She took out the silver coins and asked the proprietress to pour another spoonful of warm meat sauce.

——Although she didn't understand why pizza was still eaten in this way, she felt a little hungry when she smelled it.

Heidi handed the pizza into his arms, and she didn't have much insignificant politeness with him. She only left a sentence, "The wound is prone to inflammation and festering when it is exposed to rain", and then turned her head and left.

Teenagers at this age are probably at their strongest self-esteem.

If you really want to stand here and watch him eat, he might rather starve to death than take a bite.

After she turned around and left holding the umbrella, she was still a little uneasy.

When she was handing out the pizza just now, she noticed that there were more scars on his body than she had seen at first sight——

Elbows, backs of hands, sides of face, neck...

Could it be the servant of some perverted nobleman?

Or have you been tortured and beaten by your employer?

Heidi walked halfway, and her footsteps stopped again.

No, she seems to have overlooked something.

The boy's clothes had obviously not been washed for a long time, and there were colored stains on them.

That's oil paint.

When she helped Leo wash clothes, the most troublesome thing was the oil paint after mixing with turpentine. It was an impossible task to clean it with soap of this era.

Heidi worried that if she left like this, there would be another ghost wandering in the night of Florence due to the tragic death, so she went back quietly.

She had to take a look before leaving.

Due to the rain, there are few pedestrians on this street, and even the shops have set up roofs to keep out the rain.

The abandoned black cat-like boy hugged himself and ate the pizza with a look of embarrassment. The cold and fine rain kept blowing on him, making him hug himself even tighter unconsciously.

Heidi carefully looked for something to cover herself, and suddenly realized that he was crying.

The boy was crying while eating.

As if he still refused to admit defeat, he kept wiping his eyes with the back of his hand, and the scars on his palm and wrist became more obvious.

The pizza was not too big, but probably due to the injury, he struggled to swallow it, and cried dully and silently.

Heidi waited silently for him to finish eating, and then walked over slowly holding an umbrella.

The boy realized that it was that strange woman again, and subconsciously hid back.

"Don't be afraid..." She felt like a woman with bad intentions, and sighed, "I need a servant to help clean the courtyard, do you want to come over?"

The boy watched her light blue eyes vigilantly, and shook his head quickly.

"I..." When he spoke, his voice was still a little hoarse: "I have a job."

"That's it." Heidi felt as if she was really trying to take away the stray cat, and said in a slow tone: "Can you help me carry some things back to Ducale Palace? I will pay you fifteen silver coins as a reward." remuneration."

The boy was silent for a while, then nodded.

Heidi, now empty-handed, had to take him to buy some cloth and new glassware, and to the grocer for optional herbs.

... After all, it must make him feel that he is really giving, not being pitied.

The boy was obviously still hurting from the wound, and his walking posture was a little staggering, but he helped her hold all the things very seriously, holding up the new umbrella and trying his best not to let the rain get wet on them.

On the way back, Heidi put her eyes on the hazy and cool-toned view of Florence, and said casually, "You may have heard of me."

The boy bowed his head and hugged the goods without saying a word, his ears perked up quietly.

"Pulchracaerulea, I'm the one who created it." Heidi glanced at the dark blue stain on his cufflinks and said slowly, "It's a deep blue, isn't it?"

The young man froze for a moment, showing an incredulous expression, and even asked her a question: "You are—that Miss Medici?!"

Sure enough... Whether it is a young man or a teenager, when it comes to oil painting, it will be like suddenly regaining his soul.

Heidi nodded with a smile and asked, "Which workshop are you an apprentice?"

The young man's attitude relaxed a lot, and the expression of rejecting people thousands of miles away just now finally loosened: "Domenico Ghirlandaio."

When he mentioned the name, he showed a somewhat proud and self-confident expression.

——Domenico She met at the ball two days ago, and was surrounded by several ladies to make portrait paintings.

That is a painter who is nearly thirty years old. Although his fame is far less than that of Botticelli and Leonardo da Vinci, he still has quite unique features.

I heard from the lord's wife Clarice, who is also a senior sponsor, that the painter probably came from a goldsmith's background, so the painting of colors can bring out a more resplendent feeling, and the depiction of the characters is quite sculptural and three-dimensional. feel.

Heidi saw his painting "The Magi Come to Pay Attention" last year in the Ducale Palace. Compared with Da Vinci's classical atmosphere and Botticelli's distant artistic conception, his paintings are more colorful and emotional.

"But...he has the habit of physically punishing you?" Heidi slowed down when she saw the tall buildings of Ducale Palace in the distance, and said unhurriedly, "Are these welt marks on your body?"

"Of course not." The young man was probably half full after eating, so he spoke more forcefully: "I am his apprentice, and I want to help the teacher carry and collect stones!"

Stone... Material?

Heidi didn't expect this, subconsciously asked: "What kind of stone is the sculpture?"

"Yes," although the boy was holding his arms full, he still tried to give her the size and shape: "We will go to the nearby high mountains in groups before dawn to find the most suitable marble for the statue, and then Carry them back on the rope."

And obviously there are not many mules for them to use, everything can only be done by child labor.

Then these problems make sense-the footsteps will be unstable when going up and down the mountain, and the stone itself is heavy and sharp-edged, and scratches may be left everywhere.

"When you get to the palace, change into clean clothes and wipe off the medicine before you leave." Heidi couldn't stop him, so she just explained, "It's just your reward for chatting with me."

"By the way," she remembered something, and paused when she reached the gate of the courtyard: "What's your name?"

"Michelangelo," the boy repeated, "Michelangelo Buonarotti."

The blue-eyed noble lady was stunned for a moment, then smiled while covering her face.

It's true that you can pick up the three masters of literature and art when you go out for a walk.

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Seeing her laughing suddenly, the boy thought it was something dirty on his face, so he wiped his face in embarrassment and said, "Please don't make fun of me."

"No, it's your name that sounds nice, and it reminds me of an old friend." Heidi coughed, and motioned for the servant who came to greet her to help pick up the things, so that the boy could rest for a while: "There is a bathroom here, Treat the wound after you wash it."

She had to get used to this—in the future, if she randomly asked the name of someone on the side of the road, they might all be well-known figures in art history or European history.

Da Vinci, Raphael, Michelangelo, and various politicians and bishops, these people are all gathered in Italy...

"By the way," she remembered something, looked at him again, and said, "Botticelli and Da Vinci are short of a capable apprentice, and I don't think their old friend Domenico would mind if you went to study. "

The young man showed a surprised and apprehensive expression, and he was still trying his best not to ask too much.

He followed the attendant for two steps, and couldn't help looking at her again: "Really—Mr. Botticelli has returned from the Sistine Chapel?"

"I've been back a long time ago, I was just bored drawing in the studio." Heidi laughed.

Seeing that the two of them stuffed her with a little boy, it wouldn't be too much for her to stuff a little apprentice back.

In her previous life, when Heidi visited art galleries and museums, she generally didn't care much about the time and year of each oil painting.

She didn't expect that Raphael and Michelangelo would be so... so small now.

The appearance of Raphael tilting his head and eating an apple is so cute that people want to hold him in his arms and rub his hair. Michelangelo is at the age of eleven or twelve years old. Although he is stubborn and proud, he also has the clarity of a teenager. feel.

——It is completely different from the two wrinkled old men in the explanation picture in the museum.

Heidi signaled the attendants to lead her to the backyard, and planned to have a good talk with those two old friends while the boy was taking a bath.

On the way through the atrium, the attendant couldn't help asking: "My lord, is the person who came with you just now Mr. Buonarotti?"

Heidi was not quite sure if the surname was correct, but she nodded: "Yes, what's the matter?"

"That little unlucky guy..." the servant muttered, and couldn't help but said, "You'd better keep a distance, lest he pass on bad luck to you."

"What?" Heidi vaguely felt that she had missed some information: "What happened?"

"It's nothing. In fact, Mr. Buonarroti—you can tell from this surname, he has a good background."

His father was the supreme administrator of Caprese and Chiusi, but his mother died of illness a few years ago.

The boy is quite interested and talented in painting and sculpture, but his luck is really bad.

"To be specific," the servant said, shaking his finger, "out of the ten orders he received, seven of them are likely to be yellow."

If it is a sculpture, it may be hard to carry the stone down from the high mountain, but people say no, so they don't want it.

If it was a painting, the final coloring might be almost done here, and the noble who placed the order suddenly fell ill and died, or a wealthy businessman disappeared.

Heidi was astonished to hear him babbling on about it, as if he was talking nonsense.

Is there... is there such a bad luck?

"The most amazing time was that there were three bronze statues and statues in the workshop, all of which he helped to arrange." The servant slapped his hands and said: "Then they all turned yellow, or they were half-made and suddenly didn't want it, or Just cancel the order directly, and no one can explain why.”

This - this is completely two extremes with Leo!

Over the years, Heidi has seen more and more people looking for Leonardo for painting appointments. If she can really line up to get a number plate, she may not be able to finish painting all the way until she is 80 years old.

He was slowly researching bicycles and mechanical wings there, and recently he was helping himself improve the ratio of mold leaf disease potion, and he didn't care about painting at all.

I heard that a little woman passed out from crying at the end, and she insisted on getting married before the master painted herself.

In contrast... Michelangelo, who has missed too many appointments, is simply the opposite extreme.

No wonder I cry while eating.

After working so hard to determine the size and genre of the sculpture, I followed a group of people to carry stones down the mountain. Maybe I would get injured repeatedly every day, and I would be sent pigeons like this...

She rubbed her brows, feeling sorry for the child.

In fact, according to his background, he can also live a happy life as a rich young master.

Sacrifice to such an extent for art is also a love from the heart.

Botticelli was still busy in the studio, but Leonardo Da Vinci hurried down from upstairs after hearing that she was back.

"Heidi—" he called out, motioning her to stop and wait for him.

The attendants stepped back tactfully, keeping enough personal distance for them.

"A guest from the south has come to the Palace of Ducale today." Leonardo glanced around, apparently to see if there were eyes and ears everywhere: "It seems that someone is looking for you."

"Looking for me?" She froze for a moment, obviously surprised: "What happened?"

"It's a person from Rome, dressed very gorgeously." Da Vinci explained: "I happened to be reporting the research situation to the lord, and I listened for a while."

"Blue eyes, black hair, female in her 20s." He lowered his voice, "Someone is looking for you."

Heidi frowned, vaguely feeling something was wrong.

When she came to the Medici Palace, she did make up such a story.

At that time, she was still a foreigner without any identity and confidence, and she couldn't even speak Italian.

Although the identity of the person who fled from the Holy See was fabricated in a moment of urgency, it just fit the position of the Medici family.

But later, with the appearance of the ruby ​​ring, including her, Lorenzo, and Leonardo Da Vinci, I am afraid that they have already known her extraordinary background.

An alchemist probably wouldn't possess such a thing that was obviously only possessed by superior birth.

——What's more, the more than 30 facets of diamonds are also technologies that never exist in this era.

Heidi thought about the ring for a long time.

She could understand why Lorenzo hadn't returned it to herself. After all, he was still pretending to believe his lies, and it had been peaceful for four or five years.

If you really want to expose this identity, it will be embarrassing and difficult.

Over the years, what Heidi has been doing is to deepen her interest relationship with the Medici family in accordance with the rules, making many industries and public affairs intertwined like tangled roots.

Because of this, she has become more and more stable under the protection of this surname, and she can safely carry out multiple businesses in Milan.

But in fact, she came from Florida, USA 500 years ago, and has nothing to do with the Holy See. In this life, she has never even set foot in the land of Rome, let alone know anyone there.

——Then who is inquiring about her whereabouts?

"What did the lord say?"

"He's very cautious." Seeing that she didn't have a clear clue, Leonardo showed some worry on his face: "He said that a relative was here before, but he went to Milan two years ago, and his whereabouts have been unknown now. .”

Thanks to the lack of information and the lack of convenient transportation, those Romans could not understand the half-truths of these rhetoric at all, and went back after not staying for long.

Heidi was startled, realizing that these people were here entirely for her sake.

"What can they ask me for..." she murmured, "Could it be for penicillin?"

"The lord asked me to deliver the message." Leonardo frowned, "Don't go out casually during this period, maybe those people will come back to you."

"Did you see what they were wearing? People around the Pope?"

Heidi's first reaction was something related to politics.

Two or three years ago, Leonardo Da Vinci followed the lord to conquer the southeast, captured many cities one after another, and opened up the east and west ports for Florence.

That war really hurt the vitality of the Holy See, and it is very possible to hold a grudge.

If her existence is obliterated, it is tantamount to directly eliminating the think tank and right-hand man, and it will trigger a series of chain reactions.

Heidi took a deep breath, feeling rather uneasy.

"I see." She thought for a while and said, "I will also wear a hat when I go out in the future, so be more careful in everything."

"They are all dressed by domestic servants, and the accent doesn't feel like Romans. I still remember some of the decorations on the clothes, but I can't remember which family they belong to." Leonardo led her to the easel, and took Charcoal redraws from memory.

It was eight blades of grass occupying four sides, with a curly-tailed bull in the middle.

Heidi looked at the sketch of the coat of arms in astonishment, and her face turned pale.

"You know her?" He noticed that her face changed immediately, and subconsciously comforted her: "Don't be afraid, Heidi, we are all here and will protect you."

"Even if they trouble Florence, I can take you back to Milan, or to Venice." Leonardo sat closer, subconsciously clenched her hand.

Heidi didn't speak for a long time.

She knew the coat of arms—

It comes from the notorious Borgia family in Spain.

Incest, poisoning, buying and selling priesthood, assassination...

The two popes will be born first, and then they will start to disrupt the originally well-ordered whole of Europe, making countless enemies in a hundred years.

If she remembers correctly, the person in power now is Alexander VI in his fifties, who killed someone with a knife at the age of 12.

——Countless rumors and legends are related to them, but how could all these involve her? !Something went wrong, please refresh and try again