Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

"buon ferragosto!"

Along with the ringing of the ancient bell of the church tower, the long and deep Xie main song also sounded at the same time.

"Wisdom! You were born from the mouth of the Most High, from the ends of the earth to the ends of the earth, you govern all things, and you are merciful: teach us the way of wisdom—"

Thousands of lamps and candles hang high next to the icon of the church, and believers lined up in long dragons sing and pray together with the choir.

The Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore is like a place of atonement with wide open doors, and the morning light falling on the dome is like the gaze of God.

"—The Almighty has done wonders for me, and people from all generations to come will call me blessed."

The bells rang around the entire city of Florence like stars, and even the children were silent. Countless people's deep and pious prayers overlapped and overlapped, like invisible bricks and stones were piled up to form a tower.

It's the annual feast of the Assumption.

The icon of Jesus was dragged to a high place, symbolizing his return to heaven with the Virgin Mary.

Lorenzo, wearing a deep red robe, stood in front of the mechanical pigeon and pressed the mechanism. The latter roared and rushed into the fireworks tower on the carriage. In the next second, the sound of explosions began to spin, and the horse neighed high. ran forward.

Thus began the processions and celebrations, with actors dressed as angels and saints singing hymns in long processions, and countless holy shrines painted on the stage.

"My soul, extol the Lord my God—"

The priests followed the carnival procession and handed olive branches symbolizing good luck to people on both sides of the road.

Peasant women who wanted to pray for their children crowded forward and scrambled forward, and thieves fished in troubled waters among the crowd.

Heidi was almost swept away by the crowd and staggered a bit.

The moment she fell back, Leonardo reached out and grabbed her hand.

They looked at each other, and the hymn behind them was loud and joyful.

"My soul, rejoice in God my Master—"

She collected herself, held his hand back, and followed him to another place against the flow of people.

As the procession left, knights rode up on their steeds, crowds stepped back to make room for them, and peddlers sold berries and sweets in wicker baskets.

The strongmen held the orange trees and stretched their stone-like muscles, and the children started screaming and chasing.

The sound of fireworks cracking gradually dissipated as the carriage went away, and more spectators began to wave silver coins to bet for the knights.

Heidi originally just wanted to come here to make a formality, if she was always absent, she would be easily misunderstood by suspicion.

But probably due to the large expansion of Florence, the number of city residents has increased a lot in the past two years—should really sit with those Medicis directly, at least there is no risk of broken toes on the VIP table.

Leonardo laughed and led her away from the bee-like crowd, the sound of bagpipes and violins rose and fell in the sky like a flock of birds.

She stood still in an open place, and said with a long sigh of relief, "I didn't see this kind of battle in Milan last year."

Leonardo took out silver coins to buy a glass of orange juice and handed it to her, and said in a raised voice, "Two or three years ago, you muttered that you would never come here to join in the fun again."

Heidi raised her eyebrows, and took two sips before recovering: "Never——when it's Christmas time, I'll leave after mass!"

The young man smiled and patted her on the back, looked sideways at the increasingly noisy crowd, and said with a smile: "Actually, this festival was originally a holiday tradition established by the Roman monarch 2000 years ago. "

The cattle and horses, hung with wreaths and hoof-bells, were driven across the city for the amusement of the people, and all the taverns and taverns were given a rest.

They turned back all the way to the palace, and began to discuss returning to Milan.

The grapes have been ripened ahead of time, and the time for toxicity testing has also been advanced by more than a month.

If the rabbits in the cage are in normal condition, they may be able to officially leave here in another three or four months.

There were too many tourists in groups of three or five, and they met at least four Frenchmen along the way. Heidi watched their backs sideways, and waved away some strong perfume smell.

"The Royal Palace of Ducale is almost empty now," she sighed, "The lady and the children are all gone, but there are still a lot of oil paintings."

"I heard that more than half of the new oil paintings in the Pitti Palace have been installed." Leonardo yawned and said, "We may have to move there after a while, and Xiao Tong and I can take you hunting later."

"Catch the fox?" Heidi frowned and said, "Then when we leave, do we want to take Raphael with us?"

"It's not just Raphael?" Leo observed her expression, he hesitated for a second: "Actually, Mickey, he also kind of wants to go to Milan with us."

He originally felt that the boy hated him a little, but since they dissected the corpse, the little guy seemed to be much clingier.

Not only did he read many manuscripts that he gave him, but he also began to draw anatomical analysis diagrams of the whole body.

What a talented young man.

...Take them all away?

Is this inappropriate?

Heidi regained her composure, seeing that he was still checking if she was angry, she suppressed a smile and said with a straight face: "That needs a bigger yard."

"—Leave it to me!"

The last time they agreed to leave was around mid-November.

The business of the ranch and the paint workshop should be checked and settled, and Mr. Sforza also wrote to Leo, urging him to go back early to help design the palace staircase.

After thinking for a while, Heidi decided to go to the lord alone to confirm this matter in advance.

Today's Lorenzo is already a bishop and lord with multiple auras.

It seems that the unity of religious power only needs an opportunity, and he grasped it keenly in the chaos and war, and won more spoils for the Medici.

If all goes well in the future, his sons will infiltrate the Holy See one after another, and may even become the next Pope.

Not only that, from politics to art, he has achieved perfection in almost every field, and even the mean bartender will not criticize him.

The only regret is probably the lingering gout.

Even after Heidi returned, he didn't respect the so-called doctor's orders, and he no longer had any fears about drinking and food.

Wine and seafood burdened his body like parasites, and once the labor pain happened, it would make his face pale and body tremble like Crucifixion.

Although Kexima intends to dissuade these, he can't do the transgressive thing.

The labor pains now occur once or twice a month, and if I want to walk again after the occurrence, I can only look stable as before with a cane.

Heidi is cautious about getting along with him in private, and will bring Dejo with him when he reports to work.

——Although this maid is also his, it still gives her a little more sense of security.

She explained to Mrs. Clarice the general reason why gout is incurable, and she also checked the children and her physical condition regularly.

Basically everything that can be done is done well, and there is no way to interfere with the out-of-control life of the lord.

When Heidi entered the office, the man was leaning on a cane and looking south.

Maybe it was looking at the already decorated and resplendent Pitti Palace.

"My lord." She called out, "I'm here to explain the return time to you in advance."

Lorenzo didn't look back, and he said after a while, "When?"

"Mid-November."

He seemed to have no interest in this kind of routine conversation, and it took a long time before he opened his mouth again.

"Remember the Christmas parade a few years ago?"

"Originally...it should be so grand, but it kept raining in the winter of that year."

Lorenzo rarely talked about such insignificant topics with others, but now he would speak slowly for a long time.

"At that time, Alecto asked me whether to cancel the celebration directly. After all, everyone went home to enjoy the fire."

Heidi listened to him in silence, without interrupting these tedious narrations.

"I told him, Alecto, you open the council hall and let the people dance."

Heidi was a little distracted listening to him slowly recalling the past.

She thought of the passage in "One Hundred Years of Solitude"——

"Aureliano," he pressed the button sadly, "it is raining in Macondo."

There was a long silence on the line.Suddenly, Colonel Aureliano Buendia's indifferent code jumped out of the machine.

"Don't be a fool, Gerinelledo," said the code, "it's normal to have rain in August."

Rain is normal in August.

Rain at Christmas is also normal.

Heidi sighed softly, but he heard it too.

"Do you still remember the celebration after the ball?" Lorenzo turned to look at her and said, "After the heavy rain ended, the entire city of Florence was immersed in brilliant light, and all the roofs were covered with gold leaf. .”

"I didn't see it, my lord." She said flatly.

"Why?" He froze for a moment.

She did not answer.

Because in the winter of that year, she was imprisoned by him in the Royal Palace of Ducale, and she could not go anywhere.

Writing diaries day after day, reading books in the room, and watching the rain outside the window have nothing to do with the whole of Florence.

She spent the entire winter of that year alone.

Lorenzo apparently thought of that too.

He wanted to explain something, but he only sighed after a long time.

"I see." He said calmly, "You can go." Something went wrong, please refresh and try again