Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Heidi sat on the edge of the bed, feeling the constant ups and downs.

She is at sea now, and is apparently being taken south.

The first thing she did was not to ask for help, cry bitterly, or panic.

Instead, think about who the ghost is.

The person who can break through several layers of defenses and give her a sleeping pill is definitely not an ordinary person.

And her guards wouldn't be careless enough to let a stranger swagger in and poison her.

She brought that bottle of wine all the way from Milan, not only did she brew it herself, but also few people could touch it when she brought it all the way to Genoa.

Even if there was medicine in the bottle, she was able to be sent out from the castle to the outer port so quickly, there must be someone supporting each other.

--Who is this guy?

She could hardly smell the fresh air, there were no portholes, and the smell of rotting wood was everywhere.

There was the sound of animals flopping overhead, as well as a vaguely pungent stench.

——She was packed in a cargo ship and sent away under the cover of a batch of cargo.

Leonardo was probably going crazy.

Heidi sighed and tapped her forehead with her knuckles.

She needs to figure these things out.

Did Dejo do it?

She used to be her personal maid, and now she is also a secretary, so she is quite clear about everything about herself.

not her.Heidi sat up straighter and breathed a sigh of relief.

If Dejo was a rebel, she might have already started, and she wouldn't have dragged it all the way to the present.

And it is not possible to use such a risky method - that girl is with him day and night, there are ten thousand ways to do it.

— Machiavelli?Michelangelo?Or those mercenaries?

The answer is not clear.

Heidi worried about the safety of Genoa city, worried about all her friends.

Compared with the war that may come at any time, the enemy lurking among friends is more terrible.

The journey was quite smooth, with bumps and waves unavoidable along the way.

Although she was a little seasick, she was doing well.

The people who kidnapped her were all familiar faces, and the language of the conversation was confusing and difficult to discern.

Those people refused to have any contact with her. They handed wine and food through the movable flap at the door, as if they were feeding an animal.

... This is quite similar to the days when she was under house arrest in the Royal Palace of Ducale, but the treatment was much worse.

Heidi waited silently for many days, acting tame and numb.

She knew it was the only way to make them let their guard down.

Ships always had to dock for supplies, and she had to take advantage of this opportunity to find a way to deliver the message.

About No. 16 days, the ship finally docked next to the port.

The chaotic sound of coming and going and the sound of carrying goods are intertwined, just like the crowd leaving outside the opera house.

She waited for this opportunity, fell to the ground before the food delivery person came, and held her breath as if she was having an illness.

The man obviously noticed something was wrong, knocked on the door and asked something loudly in a foreign language.

She remained unconscious and did not respond.

The sailor suddenly became anxious, and hurried away while calling loudly, as if calling for someone to come and treat her quickly.

The thick iron chains were fumbled open, and the old locks made harsh friction sounds when they were opened and closed.

Several old women carried her to the deck and called the doctor to help her diagnose and treat the situation.

The pungent smelling salts were passed to the tip of her nose, she coughed and opened her eyes slightly, looking weak and pale.

This is an unfamiliar seaport, and it seems to be near the city of Pisa.

A maid came to help her sit up, and someone tried to bring her some hot soup.

In the distance, a little boy was helping the adults run errands neatly, and glanced in her direction from time to time.

After a while, inspectors came to check the customs documents in the distance, and many people rushed towards the port again.

The maids who took care of her were busy getting towels, pouring water, and helping her find other medicines that could be used.

The little boy approached quietly and asked in Italian with Tuscany, "Are you dying?"

This is indeed a good question.

Heidi stared at the vigilant guard in the distance, maintained a sickly appearance, and asked in a low voice, "Where is this ship going?"

"I don't know, I heard it's from Rome." The little boy observed her expression: "They said you should bask in the sun."

"Indeed." Heidi sighed and said slowly, "Are you from this boat?"

"Yes, and no, each of them knows me very well - but our family lives on the shore." The boy laughed. "My father has been selling them fish and oysters, and we are all old friends."

It seems that they got on the ship to help unload the cargo.

Heidi turned her head slightly to observe the eyes of others, and took off her ring and bracelet with one hand.

"Child...what's your name?"

The boy froze for a moment, showing a troubled expression, and his voice became much quieter.

"...They call me Sodom."

Sodomite?What is this name?

"No, it's definitely not your name." Heidi looked into his eyes and held the jewel with gemstones in her palm: "Son, what's your name?"

The boy showed a somewhat confused expression, but still whispered: "Baqi, ma'am, my name is Baqi."

"Bazzy, hold my hand and give me some strength." She said in a soft voice.

Mediterranean-style long sleeves conceal her hand movements, and no one dares to offend her belongings.

— the person responsible for the kidnapping had apparently warned the owner of the ship that no one would let her escape or die of illness.

The boy tentatively took her hand, realizing she was handing him something.

"Bazzy, good boy, I need to ask you to do something." She could only bet this time, if she failed, she might be treated harsher later.

If she only relied on her own strength to forcefully try to run over, she might be carried back directly by the five big and three thick guards.

And if they shouted for help, the inspector of this port might not know the lord of Genoa, but would believe that she was a lunatic imprisoned.

The more intense the struggle, the easier it is for her to be imprisoned in her limbs and lose the last bit of freedom.

It seems that boys are rarely respected and valued like this. He listened to her instructions in a panic and nodded slightly.

"Please..." She lowered her hand like a poor woman who was seriously ill: "Be sure to bring this silver ring to him."

"...you look a lot like my mother." The boy murmured, "I wish you a speedy recovery."

"Sodom! Sodom! Why are you still here to join in the fun!" When the maid came over with a bucket, she noticed that the old fisherman's son was still wandering here, and dragged him to the other side rather rudely: "Don't Talk to her casually! Get it!"

The boy nodded cowardly, turned around and ran away.

Heidi watched him run all the way back to the shore, and was supported by the maid to sit up.

"I'm sorry for coming back to take care of you so late," the maid Yao Yao nodded to the guard, and the latter changed his guard and went to drink and rest next to him: "We didn't find any medicine to treat your seasickness... I'm really sorry."

The fishing boat was very small indeed, and that dark room with a small wooden bed was the best treatment.

Heidi let her wipe her arms and neck for herself, and asked in a low voice, "Why do you call this boy Sodom?"

"He's cowardly and tame like a child molester!" The guard next to him laughed rudely, and made a rude gesture to the mouth of the wine bottle: "It's the homeless man on the side of the road who wants to spread his legs. The children dare not resist for a while!"

Heidi took a deep breath, forcing herself to accept this vulgar and decadent atmosphere.

People in this era have no respect for children.

If she can return to Genoa... she will definitely change these things.

"We will arrive at the port in ten days, please bear with me a little longer." Another maid finally appeared in front of her with hot soup, speaking with a strong Roman accent: "Drink a little, we will wait for you in the evening." Maybe you'll get a fresh supply of orange juice when you go."

She nodded silently and continued the long wait.

The boy had just told her that the ship was bound for Rome.

Something has become very clear—

Borgia's people teamed up with internal agents and forced her to take her there as a bargaining chip.

She was not a stupid girl who believed in old-fashioned love stories, and she really thought that Caesar was waiting for her infatuatedly.

People who can survive in that chaotic environment, even a child under ten years old, must not be underestimated.

After traveling all the way from Genoa to the southern port of the Tyrrhenian Sea, and then all the way from the port to Rome, 34 days passed in a flash.

Heidi was taken to the huge palace where the pope was, and was imprisoned again after taking a bath and changing clothes.

Alexander VI owned countless gardens and mansions in Rome, and she didn't know where she was staying now.

The pope has countless mistresses and children, and even when she was in Genoa, she could hear related rumors-he married another mistress who was only 16 years old three years ago, who was called "the Pope's prostitute." Wife' and 'Bride of Christ'.

Although according to the historical process, the pope should not have won the teaching power by money six years in advance, but due to the influence of the war of the Medici family, the previous pope resigned in embarrassment after losing his territory repeatedly, and gave this fat man a new opportunities.

Heidi observed the surrounding environment and kept trying to find out some information.

She was well aware of the cruelty of these people, so she didn't dare to deliver letters or send signals rashly.

The guards were tight-lipped, and the maid refused to communicate with her—and she never saw the pope or Caesar.

What's the situation outside now?

What happened again?

On the afternoon of the fourth day, when Heidi was looking at the trajectory of the patrol under the window for the sixth time, a little girl's voice suddenly came from behind: "Who are you?"

She turned her head and saw a pale little girl standing there with a look of vigilance and distrust.

"I am... an unwelcome guest." She watched the outline of her face, and suddenly said, "You are Borgia's younger sister, right?"

"Lucrezia." The little girl took a step forward, still staring at her and said, "Where did you take my brother?"

"I haven't seen him." Heidi slowed down her tone and guided her to say more: "Do you miss him very much?"

It seems that when Borgia is mentioned, Lucrezia will show a soft expression.

She nodded quickly, and said sullenly, "My brother used to sleep with me."

Heidi observed the seven or eight-year-old girl and asked again: "How long has he been away from here?"

"Three months," the little girl bowed her head and said, "He clearly said he would be back in April."

This round-trip time...is only enough for a trip to Florence.

— Florence? !

-2-

Heidi originally wanted to ask something more, but suddenly realized that something was wrong.

Caesar and the Pope are obviously the masterminds of this kidnapping, and they have timed it perfectly——

They didn't wait for him to come over during this period of time, but went directly to Florence to bargain. Obviously, they planned to use her as a bargaining chip in this political game. Obviously, they had already established relationships in many ways!

Her current existence is not only a core member of the Medici family, but also the lord of the Northwest—

Rome was oppressed and encircled by the Three Kingdoms and failed to instigate rebellion. Is it fighting to the death now? !

The more core question is, why is it all going so smoothly?

Her face paled a lot, and her fingers began to tremble.

Her own interests are completely tied to the Medici family, and Lorenzo has no possibility of backstabbing her.

As long as she is around, the Medici business will continue to grow, and more drugs will shelter their children.

But with Lorenzo—and a Keshima!

Who knows her wedding date and location, who can help arrange help and cook? !

She unconditionally trusts the help given by the Medici family, but if this person interferes, he can influence the direction of the whole thing from thousands of miles away!

When the city of Lucca was let go, the Medici family supported many chefs and servants. Although she sent the mercenaries back to their original places, she left behind the waiters from the old palace——

The rapid expansion of the mercenary army has increased the burden of various tedious affairs, and even the manpower to clean the stables is completely insufficient.

Later, when he went north from Lucca to Genoa, Medici's assistance and greetings followed him everywhere.

Heidi suddenly felt cold sweat drenching her back, and even her throat seemed to be strangled, and now she couldn't make a sound at all.

——Kehima has access to the seal and the study room, and has various contacts with Dejo throughout the whole process.

They had already trusted Lorenzo's subordinate, and there would be no doubts about many things.

And that time, when they were about to go out of the city and leave Florence, he also ran over pretending to urge them, and then used a long paragraph of words to delay the time so that Caesar Borgia came to block the road.

He—could he have been with the Borgia family for a long time? !

When did it all start? !

Heidi kept taking deep breaths, and even her eyes were a little out of focus.

The most dangerous thing is that Lorenzo is still by his side.

If this guess is correct, and this adjutant was really bribed by all-pervasive Spanish gold coins, Lorenzo may also fall into a more dangerous situation!

She has no way to deliver the news now - let alone escape from here.

Jumping down from the sixth floor, even if there are no patrols, you will fall to pieces!

"Why don't you talk anymore?" The little girl said with a gloomy face, "They say you are my brother's bride, is that true?"

"No." Heidi denied: "I already have someone to swear to."

If it wasn't for your brother being used as a pawn and a shield by your father, I wouldn't be here at all now.

"Really?" The girl frowned at her and said, "But they are arranging the wedding scene, and they are still discussing how to dress you up."

"child……"

"Don't call me a child." Lucrezia took two steps forward, her eyes fixed on her: "My brother belongs to me alone."

"You don't deserve to touch him."

Heidi resisted the urge to roll her eyes at the little girl, and got up to find other clues.

Suddenly there was a call from the door, the voice was quite familiar: "Lucrezia."

The 13-year-old Caesar stood at the door, smiled and opened his arms to her: "Come to my brother."

"Brother!" The little girl's face changed instantly, and when she turned around, she had returned to that innocent and romantic state, and she threw herself into his arms while running: "Brother—I miss you so much—I haven't Can't sleep."

Heidi was not interested in the plot of this children's play at all. She turned around and looked at the wandering path of the patrolling soldiers downstairs again, trying to find an escape route from the surrounding houses.

...I hope she can go back with a full body and tail. If it is impossible, Fabio can give her a prosthetic limb.

After the siblings had gotten enough of their clinginess, the little girl was reluctantly picked up by the maids and taken to another place.

And Heidi never looked back at them, her brain was still running fast.

She couldn't believe that Keshima was a rebel at all, maybe these things were all wrong, maybe there was something else she didn't notice-

"Miss Hedwig." Caesar spoke slowly.

She turned around and looked at him with a mocking smile: "Are you going to read love poems or give roses today, huh?"

"It seems that you don't like the way I look." Caesar sat down with a cynical expression: "Tell me, do you want to wear gold or red for the wedding?"

"With you?" Heidi laughed: "Has the Holy See put all its eggs in one basket?"

"Indeed." Caesar raised his eyebrows: "Do you know what Mr. Lorenzo said?"

When she heard the name, her heart tensed for a few seconds.

She didn't want to hear the news of his death, and she didn't want him to die because of her.

"At that time, we asked Genoa and Florence to provide adequate asylum, and sent troops to punish the rebellious Naples." Caesar crossed his hands, looking exactly like an adult from his expression to posture: "And we told him that you are in Rome. "

The threat is direct enough and hard enough to ignore.

Heidi took a deep breath and waited for his verdict.

"The lord's original words were, 'I have nothing to do with her life'." He mocked: "I thought he liked you very much."

At this moment, Heidi's heart completely fell to the ground.

This is a safe enough state.

If he showed his indifference to the chips, she might still have a way out.

And if he shows half caring, the Romans will take advantage of the fire and make more and more demands.

"This gentleman doesn't seem to care about your situation, even if you are sent to be a military prostitute." Caesar played with his dagger, raised his eyes and smiled at her: "I can't bear it."

He sat up straight, and acted out that affectionate young man again: "I've been looking for you for so long, how could I let you go again?"

Heidi was silent for a few seconds, then suddenly said, "This is your only chance to get father's attention, isn't it?"

Caesar froze for a moment, clenched the dagger in his palm.

"If you don't get your father's attention, you won't be able to protect Lucrezia."

"In a few years, she will be used as a trade item for political marriages, like your countless sisters, and will be married to various duchies, right?"

"You'd better learn to be silent." He said coldly: "These have nothing to do with you."

"Then why am I here?" she asked back.

Caesar stood up with a livid face, and his previous hypocritical appearance collapsed completely.

"You don't understand our family's situation at all."

The so-called pope, the man standing at the pinnacle of power, has more than a dozen mistresses and dozens of illegitimate children of unknown origin.

But he and his sister had no choice at all.

Back then, if he wanted to beg for a meal and be treated kindly by the servants for a day, he might have to pay a rather humiliating price every time.

He sacrificed his marriage, and even courted this woman 14 years older than him, and was driven by the person called 'father' as a chess piece——

"Caesar Borgia." Heidi sat by the window and said lightly, "Your father can clearly see your little thoughts."

His face suddenly paled a lot.

"Do you think, this farce after another, are you plotting against him, or is he plotting against you?"

"Do not--"

"Sell your son, and he can continue to extort money from Rome and Genoa in different ways. This is a benefit at no cost."

"And you," she smiled mockingly, her tone was cold and calm: "It's completely wishful thinking to get half of the benefits from him."

Caesar showed an irritated expression, stood up abruptly and took two steps forward, his voice raised a lot: "What qualifications do you have to discuss these words?!"

"Young man." Heidi looked straight at the dagger he held up high, without any fear: "If you attack me now, you will only lose more."

Caesar gritted his teeth and held the dagger in his hand for a long time.

"I don't care about the matter between you and your sister, but remember the most basic point." She showed a pitiful expression: "In the face of power, people have no feelings at all."

No matter whether he is the Pope's biological son or not, no matter what his and his sister's life experience and status will be in the future - as long as Alexander VI is greedy enough, they are all destined to become victims.

"Bangdang."

The dagger fell to the ground with a dull sound.

The boy took a few steps back, showing a desperate smile: "What do you want to say to me? Tell me to kill my father? Then let you go?"

He originally thought that as long as he cooperated with his father enough in this matter, he would slowly reuse himself, and then he would have the opportunity to protect Lucrezia.

Whether he kidnapped her with the insider or forced Florence to provide military assistance, all this was to show his loyalty to the Holy See.

But this Medici...she actually said that all of this was done by his father alone.

From start to finish he was... nothing.

"I told you these essences so that you can wake up." Heidi glanced at the dagger on the ground, and said unhurriedly: "—and this wedding can be stopped."

"So what if you stop it?" Caesar's voice was still full of anger: "You are still a prisoner, and I am still a ridiculous illegitimate child. Nothing will change."

Heidi suddenly laughed.

"No, you're wrong again."

She spoke softly.

"You can get away with these."

"Escape? Escape from my father? Or the last name of Borgia?" He smiled mockingly.

"Escape from your fate." The light blue eyes glowed brightly under the sun, and the insight into the calmness was the same as before: "You can take your sister and leave this whole family."

-3-

Heidi didn't explain a word more.

She knew that one more word of incitement at this time might make this vacillating young man fall into even more confusion.

Caesar directly cursed and slammed the door, and the whole room fell into silence.

In the conversation just now, Heidi has been retaining her own ideas, guiding and controlling him without any trace.

— This is one of the most common phrases in modern society, at least some people at MGM are very good at this kind of thing.

Warn, waver, question, provoke.

Whether it's a film and television company, or a reporter's interrogation.

Past professional experience has taught her enough skills——

Don't answer any of his questions, but bring him into the context you set up, and use your own context to influence his expected cognition.

Heidi didn't know whether Alexander VI was conscious or confused, nor did he know how he planned to raise this little boy.

But at this moment, if she wants to ensure that she can see Leonardo alive and spread all the news alive, she must take such a dangerous and powerful action——

It directly shakes what he believes in the most in his heart, and makes him fear and doubt everything.

Journalists are indeed a nasty thing.

They are good at constructing verbal traps one after another, as long as they step on the air, they can be concocted into new scandals.

Heidi knew that if she missed this opportunity, the next time she saw him would probably be the wedding, so she just used all her rhetoric skills to plant the most profound message in his subconscious——

Your father cannot be trusted.

Both you and your sister are being used.

You can only escape from this predicament as soon as possible by delaying the wedding.

It is rumored in history that he and Lucrezia had an amazing affair. The latter even married two or three times under his father's instructions and became a victim of power and political transactions.

And Heidi is not interested in the authenticity of this rumor at all.

Children who grow up in a chaotic family where group sex is nothing new, have seen and experienced things that are no less dark than a politician has witnessed.

What she is more concerned about now is how to pry the young man's mind more quietly, and find a way to leave here after confirming enough necessary information.

The only information that can be known now is that the wedding will be held in four days, and the pope has returned to Rome.

——She didn't want to see that old pervert at all, even once.

Even if she was eloquent enough just now, Caesar remained vigilant and did not reveal too much news to her.

How is Genoa now, is it in a state of chaos?

How far has the relationship between Rome and the three surrounding countries developed?

Is Lorenzo still alive?Has he found the ghost?

Outside the window, the sun was rising and gradually setting, and she hadn't touched the exquisite food on the table at all.

For two days, Heidi sat by the window without any appetite.

Caesar had been here before, he hesitated to say something behind her back, and finally turned and left.

Gradually, news came from the court that the groom was sick and had a fever, and the wedding had to be postponed for a few days.

When night fell, another maid came to her side.

"Please use something." The man said rudely.

"No." She said coldly.

In the next second, a maid's uniform was thrown into her arms.

"It's best to hurry up." Leonardo winked his eyes, and blocked her figure with a wide skirt: "Don't talk later, follow me and walk this way with your head down."

Heidi raised her head suddenly, clenched the dress so tightly that she could hardly speak.

Leo-Nardo? ! !

He has shaved off all the stubble, and his long curly hair falls on the sides like a Roman, and there seems to be some makeup on his face.

"Change clothes." He ordered.

Heidi quickly glanced back and found that even the door had been closed.

It was dusk when the guard was changing, and he sent another maid to fetch hot water on the pretext of helping her bathe and change clothes.

Without much hesitation, she took off her complicated long skirt with her back to him.

The butterfly-like back is exposed with the clothes falling off, and the beautiful waistline and undulating curves are perfect as if they have been blessed by the gods.

Leonardo originally forcibly turned his head away to be a gentleman, but finally couldn't help but take a look.

The shallow waist makes people want to kiss and touch, and the slender legs have a profane beauty.

He took a deep breath and helped her hide the clothes she had taken off under the bed.

Which idiot said that he was not interested in women at all? !

"How do we get out of here?" Heidi turned around in a low voice, and pointed out the window: "There are six floors here."

"From here." Da Vinci pointed to the double storage cart that he pushed in, used to store food and clothes: "Remember to hold yourself tight."

...Thanks to her dieting for so many days.

Heidi shrank in with her knees in her arms, and lay down in the small space where the clothes should have been placed.

She was almost crushed into a can.

The clean linen drapes fell down in two layers, completely obscuring her silhouette.

Da Vinci helped the hem of the skirt, and pushed the car out again.

When he walked out the door, he was suddenly stopped by the guard.

"Hey—" the man approached with a low smile: "That spoiled lady Laval has finally left, where did this beautiful girl come from?"

The real pretty girl hugged herself like a crab and stayed silent under the table.

Under the light, this brown-haired, brown-eyed beauty looked at her fair skin and thin eyes, and she exuded a mature aura all over her body.

Tall and thin, it looks like an easy-to-handle product.

Seeing that he didn't answer, the guard only thought he was shy, and stepped forward to pinch his ass.

"Remember to wait for me in the barn at midnight, little beauty."

The guard next to him didn't look sideways, pretending nothing happened.

After the car was pushed all the way to a safe position, Leonardo pulled her out.

They didn't need any communication and communication in the night, they hurriedly lowered their heads and walked like well-trained maids.

These days, Heidi was locked in the room and didn't go anywhere, and even the guards didn't pay attention to what she looked like.

Occasionally other guards passed by along the way, and even greeted Leonardo.

——and he actually remembered their names, acting naturally and friendly.

Heidi would stop and smile and nod, keeping her face hidden in the shadows.

...I'm afraid I have been pinched more than once.

It wasn't until they went out through the corner gate of the courtyard and avoided the patrolmen and night watchmen on both sides of the street that they finally turned the corner and jumped into the waiting carriage.

Heidi was so nervous that she didn't dare to make any sound, she held his hand tightly and even wanted to hold all her breath.

The carriage passed through a remote alley and stopped beside the dog hole in the ancient city wall.

The soil has a freshly excavated moist smell, mixed with the smell of a lot of grass.

Regardless of being covered in mud all over, Heidi crawled out of the spider web and dust with the fastest speed, and Leonardo also quickly followed.

They ran wildly through the night forest, and soon jumped into another carriage, and began to drive all the way north.

Heidi finally spoke only after confirming that there were no pursuers in the rear.

"In the past two months, what happened outside?"

"It's hard to say," Leonardo squeezed her hand, and gave her a long and warm kiss: "I'll take you home."

Before they finished speaking, a dull voice suddenly came from behind them.

The sound was repeated one after another, and even the earth trembled.

It was as if the dull spring thunder had suddenly descended.

It seemed that someone was screaming and howling, and there was a slight vibration on the ground, but due to the increasing distance, even the sound was not clear.

There were also dull heavy objects crashing to the ground, and bricks and stones fell to the ground like a shower.

Heidi turned her head suddenly, and found that the city of Rome was engulfed in flames.

She was so stunned that she could hardly speak, and could only stare blankly at everything in the distance.

Explosions continued to occur—it was as if a giant dragon was rolling and struggling in the sky, and flames were constantly swaying and jumping.

"Leo, you..."

The man didn't look back, but only spoke again lightly.

"I blew up the Holy See."