Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Heidi wasn't sure exactly how pathology experiments should be done, but there were absolutely no suitable mice in this day and age.

If she blatantly kept mice in the palace, she would definitely be sent to the Holy See as a stranger.

I heard from the gatekeeper of the vineyard that there were naughty children who climbed over the fence and came in to eat grapes. When they found out, they even ate many of the grapes that had been poured by the copper sulfate solution.

But two months later, the children were alive and well, and there seemed to be no trace of poisoning.

She breathed a sigh of relief, and improved the formula a bit.

Slaked lime, copper sulfate solution, and appropriate amount of thinner.

If the mold leaf disease can be effectively curbed, it can also make Florence's economy develop faster.

Leonardo had helped her pack up the new equipment for the experiment, and the carriage back to Milan was much more spacious.

Raphael had already said goodbye to his parents, and he did not forget to tell them to go to the nuns when they were sick. They had learned a lot from Miss Medici.

Michelangelo tried not to look forward to going to Milan, but he was up before dawn to add hay to the stables.

After all of them assembled, the lord and his party did not appear, but Kexima hurried over: "Hurry up—leave now!"

"What happened?" Heidi frowned, "Did something happen to the lord?"

"No, it's coming for you." Kexima helped her into the carriage and quickly closed the door: "Get out of here now-don't stop on the road, we will send someone to Sfoor at the fastest speed. -"

Before the words were finished, another car galloped out from the corner and stopped in front of their carriage.

Heidi subconsciously clenched Leonardo's hand, feeling a bad premonition.

At the same time, a young man riding a steed came late and smiled when he looked at them.

"That's what the lord said, no one?"

She narrowed her eyes slightly, and saw the person on the horse clearly.

The boy looked twelve or thirteen years old, but he already looked tall and mature.

He wore a black velvet dublitt in the shape of an upside-down triangle, and a cape trimmed with white fox fur.

His smiling eyes and slightly curly shoulder-length hair were as dark as night, and countless pearls and gold and silver embellishments made him look sparkling.

"Sir," Kexima went directly to stop him: "Shouldn't you go to Pitti—"

"I sent people here three times in total, and each time they said she was not here." The young man interrupted directly without politeness: "Is this what you said she was not here? Are you trying to send her behind my back?"

He looked noble and arrogant, as if he had long been used to the aristocratic demeanor.

But during the conversation, those deep black eyes remained locked on the carriage, obviously not even half-way back.

Leonardo turned cold, looked directly at Heidi and said in a low voice, "I'm stalling for time, let Keshima lead the Lord over later."

"No... who is he?" Heidi took a deep breath and got out of the carriage.

She didn't think she would have any trouble with such a boy, everything might just be a misunderstanding.

If penicillin or other things spread to foreign countries, there is room for reversal.

But the moment she got off the carriage, she suddenly saw the coat of arms on the opposite carriage blocking the way.

Light green eight blades of grass, crimson capuchin bull.

— Borgia.

The boy had already seen her and whistled a long whistle.

"Still remember me?"

Heidi froze for a moment, looked up at him and said, "Why did you come here?"

"For you." The boy said bluntly, "Come back to Rome with me."

Botticelli, who originally wanted to see him off, laughed out loud, rubbed his forehead and waved at Da Vinci.

She controlled her emotions and said calmly, "We haven't met before."

The servant next to him couldn't help but said: "The young master has resisted the marriage several times, he just wants to take you back—"

There was the sound of a carriage behind them, and it was obvious that the lord was driving over with someone.

The boy looked up at the carriage that hadn't stopped yet, quickly got off the horse and walked up to her, leaned over and gave her a light hand kiss.

The moment he lowered his head, the slightly curled slender eyelashes were coated with a layer of light gold by the sunlight.

"You really don't remember me?" He held her hand without letting go, his dark eyes staring into hers.

Lorenzo stepped out of the carriage quickly, and Da Vinci had already rushed to her side.

"You are--"

"Cesar Borgia," the boy repeated in a low voice, "you may also call me Cesar Borgia."

"We danced a waltz once, remember?"

No - the boy from years ago -

She suddenly understood many things.

Why both the waltz and the waltz came from Rome, and why someone has been looking for her.

The boy who danced at that dinner—it was Borgia.

No, absolutely not.

Heidi took a deep breath, trying to pull his hand away.

But the young man held her hand tightly and did not intend to let her go: "I have been looking for you for four years."

"Mr. Borgia." Lorenzo said coldly, "Please pay attention to your proportions."

"You're not married either, are you?" The young man said relentlessly, "Aren't you waiting for me to grow up?"

"No," Leonardo took a deep breath, "She's already engaged to me."

Heidi only felt a slight heat on her cheeks, but she didn't dare to show any flaws.

She exchanged a look with Leonardo, and both of them became much firmer.

Botticelli chose to lift Raphael out of the carriage with a curious expression on his face by the window.

Lorenzo gave Leonardo a meaningful look, and said again: "We don't need to have a tea party at the gate."

Heidi pulled her hand again, but he held it tighter.

"Yes," she said angrily, "I'm already engaged to Mr. Leonardo—I already have a lover, please don't make it difficult for us."

Since the other party is a distant visitor, there is no need to be too clear about certain true and false things.

She didn't like such a tyrannical and indiscriminate way of communication, and it was even more impossible for her to return to Rome to marry a boy she had never met.

"Really?" The boy laughed instead, looked at Leonardo and said, "You love her as much as I do?"

"We've been in love for a long time." Leonardo frowned, "Please let her go."

"Kiss her." Caesar stared at him and said, "Now."

The young man showed a startled expression. Although it was only for a second, it was seen by everyone present.

"That's fake." Caesar sneered and said, "According to my identity, I can directly send you to jail for violating dogma."

"Mr. Borgia." Lorenzo said straightly, "This is my parish."

"Also," he stepped forward and took the young man's hand away, signaling Da Vinci to pull her away a bit: "As the head of the Medici family, I need to warn you again, please pay attention to your proportions."

"Sister." The boy looked at her who took a few steps back, and his voice suddenly softened a lot.

As if they had always been so close.

"Come with me." He took a step forward, looked at her and said with an emphasis: "We are the same family, we should be together, shouldn't we?"

"I've been looking for you... for four years."

"Remember the dance that night?"

Heidi squeezed Leonardo's hand, looked directly at him and said, "You may have misunderstood me."

She never believed in the so-called love at first sight, let alone accept such fanatical and extreme feelings.

"From the beginning to the end, I just regarded you as a boy."

She emphasized her tone, not intending to allow any room for maneuver in this matter.

"And you are old enough to be my son until now."

Caesar froze for a moment, showing a hurt and fragile expression.

Lorenzo knew that this was just another way for him to win sympathy, and he signaled Leonardo with his eyes to take her away directly.

"The French are ready to fight." Caesar said softly, "If the Holy See also gives enough support..."

"I am afraid that this country is under the enemy's back and forth, and it is beyond its strength."

"By the way," he paused, and raised a good-looking smile: "That Sforza in Milan is also waiting for the approval of the Holy See."

"Do you think they will consider coming to help?"