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Sforza really didn't expect that this woman would be so lenient when talking about business.

She looked gentle and non-threatening, and her sitting posture was like a lady of a famous family, but she didn't give in the slightest in speaking skills, and she was not as easy to get along with as she appeared.

——This kind of woman was exiled as Da Vinci's maid, and was found by the Medici's people, which is simply inconceivable.

Sforza looked at her courteous attitude with cold eyes, and the long list of matters that he had planned in his heart along the way was rarely negotiated, and he became restless and bored.

If that old lame Lorenzo is still here—at least he's got a lot to gain!And it won't be so passive!

"Then, I won't disturb Your Majesty's rest." When he stood up, his polite sentences were all rigid, as if he was repeating them mechanically without emotion: "I wish you a good dream."

After Sforza returned to the bedroom, he first confirmed that the people in the left and right rooms were all his subordinates, and that the corridor outside was also full of his guards, and then signaled his entourage Orlando to come over and talk.

The room was large and comfortable, with the finest materials from carpet to mattress.

Although the windows are not large, the indoor air is indeed fresh and cool due to the four ventilation ducts.

As soon as Orlando saw Sforza's worried look, he immediately realized that tonight's negotiation was not a success.

"My lord," he saluted, "what do you want me to do now?"

"We must get rid of this bitch—we must get rid of her." Sforza paced back and forth, like an anxious and alert chipmunk in autumn: "If she continues to behave like this, the nobles in Milan will find me sooner or later Cut flesh and drink blood!"

He managed to manage the business to the scale it is today, but an Italian empire has robbed him of almost [-]% of his orders, and the price is damn cheap. Things have come to this point, and she still doesn't let go of her mouth - this How did a third-rate guy become emperor? !

"Then..." Orlando made a gesture of wiping his neck: "Is that so?"

"No." Sforza shook his head resolutely and said, "Didn't you see that when she came out to hold a meeting, there were people around her on the third and outer floors, and there will only be more people around after she rests at night."

"Poison?" Orlando took out the glass vial in his inner pocket: "As long as this thing enters her blood, she will die suddenly that night."

Sforza's eyes lit up immediately.

"Yes, poisoning," he swallowed: "You can't use the method that can prevent it. If you want to do it, you can only do it absolutely."

"Listen, Orlando, from now on, you are a distant relative of our Sforza family and a well-known duke in Milan." Sforza approached him, grabbed his wrist and said: "I Here to introduce you, you go to shake hands with her, and there is this poisonous needle hidden between your fingers - as long as you pierce her palm, you will be a real duke!"

Orlando was quite conceited about this, with a bit of complacency in his smile: "I will do it, my lord."

They began to discuss how to end and sophistry, and whether it is possible to use the only guards to snatch the entire Palazzo Vecchio and Florence.

Little did they know that every word of this heavily accented word was finally transmitted to the listening area upstairs along the ventilation duct.

Heidi hugged the soft pillow and fell asleep. After reading the record, she covered her lips and yawned.

"Hand kiss? Was that the idea he had?"

"Tomorrow, I will directly catch the work." Ni Keluo said with a smile: "The scene will probably be very embarrassing."

As early as when they refurbished the Ducale Palace, careful measures had been taken in several rooms near here.

The carpet is actually very thin, so as to reduce the absorption of sound and enhance the reflection of sound on the four walls.

There is also a special coating on the inside of the ventilation duct, and the position is quite delicate.

The occupants don't even notice them, they just think the room is cool and airy.

When Da Vinci discovered this short-distance sound transmission method, he once tried to chat with Heidi through the air on the fourth floor—but the person who chatted with him was Niccolo, who teased the teacher several times before leaving.

As soon as the next day arrived, the grand banquet began as scheduled.

All the celebrities from Florence and Milan were invited. Mrs. Clarice's expression recovered a lot, and she smiled calmly and gently with the children.

At this stall, Ludovici Sforza walked over with another strong young man, and his voice returned to enthusiasm and friendliness: "Your Majesty, please allow me to introduce another Sforza to you. Za - he is now another rising star in Milan, impeccable in both knowledge and conversation."

Heidi held out her hand to him with a smile, and the young Duke bent down to take her hand.

The next second, Nino, the guard next to Heidi, suddenly kicked the man to the ground. In just a few seconds, he turned over and rode on the man's body. Pointy Thing: "Why are you carrying such a thing?! What are you trying to do to the Queen"

With the occurrence of this fight, the nearby crowd all backed away in alarm.

Heidi took two steps back with red eyes, looking like a betrayed peacemaker: "Sforza—is this how you treat me? Introduce an assassin for me at this time?!"

Before the Duke could resist, two nearby guards also ran over with lightning speed, one of them pressed his side without saying anything, and took out a piece of cloth to stuff his mouth tightly.

"Don't move - there are assassins in this palace!" Niccolo sternly said, "Take Mr. Sforza down! Anyone who gets close to the Queen will be treated as a traitor!"

Dejo stood in front of Heidi in two steps, and his order was quite clear: "Close the palace gate of Dukale Palace now, and no one is allowed to leave here until the investigation is over."

Clarice breathed a sigh of relief, and took the children back to the bedroom to rest.

She is already tired of these true and false things, and she doesn't want her children to provoke these right and wrong again.

If Lorenzo hadn't died, perhaps she would still have ambition and sustenance.

But in the current environment, what she can do is to minimize the risks, accompany these children, and watch them grow up safely.

The expressions of the guests were quite surprised, but none of them wanted to admit that they were from Sforza's side.

Even many distant visitors from Milan are trying to clarify themselves, expressing their admiration and recognition for the queen.

——The son of this mercenary leader has only been in power for a few years, so he is not worthy to be compared with them old nobles.

Even if the lord has done everything to please them over the years, those things are like a joke to the nobles.

They identify more with Heidi's identity and background.

Medici's history is not long, but at least it has been hundreds of years.

It is also because there are so many scumbags in this palace that it is justifiable to imprison a bunch of Sforza.

Sforza didn't realize that he had been tricked by that woman until his hands and legs were tied.

This is impossible--

How did she do it? !

Orlando is her insider?No, absolutely impossible, but how did she know this?

When Orlando saluted just now, he deliberately turned sideways to block her view, but those guards seemed to be ready!

He was bound to a chair, his teeth inspected for poison, and locked in a corner like a donkey waiting to be castrated.

After several hours of silence, the queen led the people over slowly.

"My lord," she said with a slight smile, "It seems a little too cold here. I will ask someone to prepare some hot soup for you in the evening."

"You..." Sforza turned cold, without any concession: "You tied the lord of Milan here, have you ever thought about the consequences?"

"Consequences?" Heidi sat on the chair pushed by the servant, raised her hand to caress Leonardo beside her, and her smile deepened when she lowered her eyes: "The nobles are already asking about cooperation with me, I should lower the interest rate How much is good?"

It turned out that the reason why she didn't cooperate with him was that she had already planned to win over those idiots? !

Sforza's voice became quite cold, and he almost jumped out of the words when he spoke: "You are declaring war on Milan."

"You were the one who declared war on me first." Heidi leaned on the velvet cushion, seeing the old man's distressed appearance covered in straw, her eyes were gentle and calm: "Otherwise, what do you think of what the young duke did?" explain?"

"He is probably a lunatic, and has nothing to do with me—" Sforza said coldly, "Let me go!"

"Since you don't admit it, there is no need for us to be polite." Heidi raised his chin, and Niccolo handed the document under the man's nose: "I agree, you can go back to the warm bedroom to rest now gone."

As the candle was held up, the terms above were also vividly remembered.

[-]. Agree to submit to the Italian Empire on behalf of the Duchy of Milan, and return all governance rights in full.

[-]. Surrender all Sforza's troops, and...

Sforza raised the corners of his mouth and said sarcastically, "It seems that you are the one who is possessed by evil spirits, and you want me to sign this kind of thing?"

"You are still tied up like a porcupine," Niccolo said slowly, "What are you talking about?"

"My SS will—"

"Your personal guards have a total of 42 people inside the castle, and 2000 people outside the city." Niccolo interrupted directly: "The medicine has been poured out long ago, I really thought that your family would be poisoned—now Nobody even ran to Milan to deliver a letter, do you understand?"

Sforza froze with his ferocious expression just now, he moved his lips to try to explain something, but he was speechless for a while.

"I've said it before," Niccolo glanced at the crowd behind him, "This kind of occasion is very embarrassing."

"I won't sign it," he began to shake his head frantically: "My grandfather spent so much effort to win this position-I can't give up Milan to you!"

"And I said before I left—" Sforza suddenly raised his head, his eyes were filled with blood, "If I haven't returned after two months, they will directly send troops to fight!"

"This is not a threat." Heidi said unhurriedly: "Whether your people can tear down our outer city wall is a problem-not to mention, we have a way to make them stop in place and willingly send the army and The country is handed over to us."

"you!"

"You should stay here for a while longer." She stood up slowly, with pity in her tone: "This will make it easier for you to regain your sanity."

Before the old man yelled anything more, she took Shi Shiran away with her men, and didn't stay for another minute.

-2-

Ferdinand I came a little late.

He was a little hesitant, and instinctively felt that this woman would be a troublesome person.

It was also because of this that he chose to procrastinate on the road for a while, so that Sforza would encounter enough obstacles before he could slowly wear down the woman's temper.

...Treat this kind of matter that a woman can obviously solve with a whip, but it is annoying to think about it carefully.

Although he came late, he received the same welcome as the previous guest.

Many of the nobles of Milan came out to meet him, and there was a grand feast and ball in the evening.

Ferdinand stared at the buttocks of the dancers, occasionally listening to the conversation between the envoys and the officials.

"Where is Mr. Sforza?" He put on a smile that he thought was friendly and friendly, and used honorifics in a somewhat unfamiliar way: "On such a wonderful occasion, it is not respectful for the guests to be absent rashly."

"Sforza?" The person next to him giggled, waving his hands as if they were keeping a secret together.

"Where did he go?" Ferdinand showed ambiguous eyes: "What do you know?"

"Grand Duke, we have agreed not to spread this matter." Nicolo glanced narrowly at the queen who was sitting upright, and said in a low voice, "Sforza ran to a brothel two days ago and slept five woman!"

"...It's why he can't get out of bed." Ferdinand mocked: "This mercenary leader is born to be braver than people like us."

There was a burst of laughter on the table, and everyone began to drink and chat happily, enjoying the night together.

Ferdinand came to Florence and spent three days eating and shopping before he finally settled down and was ready to talk about business.

He felt that he had already found out the bottom of this place where he was strong on the outside and capable on the inside.

It seems that the queen is the master of power, but in fact it is just a decoration.

All the big and small things inside and outside the palace had to be listened to the wishes of those powerful ministers - they could even show her face on the spot!

As long as you bribe a little money and drink a few more glasses of wine with them, there is nothing you can't talk about!

In the past three days, he drank several barrels of fine wine in succession, and indulged himself with a few beautiful girls—no wonder that old rascal Sforza almost died on the bed!

After waking up from the hangover, Ferdinand took a shower and changed his clothes, and then went to the conference hall, planning to spend a few days here after getting things done.

But when he walked into the conference hall, he vaguely felt that something was wrong.

The atmosphere has changed.

From his arrival to the three days after his arrival, the palace was in a state of carnival and enjoyment, even when the moon was high, there were still people spinning and dancing.

But what he sees now is the Queen sitting on the throne indifferently and far away, and those officials with hippie smiles are standing on both sides with stern faces, like a pack of wolves that can rush over and bite people into pieces at a single command. .

what happened?Why did everything change suddenly?

Ferdinand was originally young and conceited, but when encountering such a thing, he would feel a sense of anger from embarrassment.

Even if he is an illegitimate child in the royal family of Aragon, he is still a rightful heir to the throne—even if he feeds the minister's daughter to the crocodile in front of everyone, no one dares to protest!

"What are you playing?" He said with a gloomy face, "Is this the meeting you are talking about?"

Was the woman sitting on the throne waiting for her to bow her knees?

joke!

"Is this your attitude towards the queen?" Niccolo knocked heavily on the back of the chair, and said coldly, "Duke Sforza has already paid his allegiance, don't you know how to repent?!"

The co-authors played him like a monkey a few days ago?

Ferdinand laughed back angrily, pointed at the queen's nose, looked at the nobles beside him and said, "This is the queen you reverence? A bitch-like woman who is opportunistic about her appearance, can you bear this kind of person?" Sitting on the throne?"

"Please pay attention to your etiquette." Dejo said coldly: "Otherwise we will understand that this is the entire attitude of the Kingdom of Naples towards the Italian Empire."

"Yes, that's all." Ferdinand retorted directly: "Aren't you waiting for my words for so long? What's the point of pretending so long?"

He has completely lost his mind, and is dominated by emotion, wanting to humiliate all these people who teased him viciously - preferably divided by capital punishment.

"Italy has been sending troops to stop on the border since its founding. This is what your queen did! What does she want to do? Take my life? Take down my kingdom?" Ferdinand turned to look at the side A group of Milan nobles raised their voices and said: "Go back and tell your lord that if she dares to move us today, tomorrow Milan will be blown into a pile of ruins like Rome!"

He had originally underestimated the enemy too much, and he lost control of his emotions when he encountered this sudden ups and downs.

But those Milan nobles who were supposed to be on the same front as him not only did not respond to his words, but looked at him silently with pity.

No... what else is wrong.

"Where is Sforza?" He turned back in panic: "What did you do to Sforza? Is he dead?!"

"Did the clerk remember what this gentleman said just now?" De Qiao asked.

"Remember it." A row of clerks nodded in unison.

"Did everyone present hear his humiliation and attack on the queen just now?"

"I heard it all." Everyone said in unison.

"This will be seen as a declaration of war by Naples on the Italian Empire."

"As you ruled."

"No—no!" Ferdinand roared directly: "You two countries joined together to plot against me?! We agreed on peace negotiations before coming here, and now we force Naples to declare war unilaterally?! What exactly did Sforza give? How good you are! Bitch—who doesn't know about Lorenzo and you!"

Angrily, he pulled out the whip around his waist, striding forward to beat the woman.

Before he stepped on the steps, the guard Nino kicked him back. The Grand Duke slid on the slippery ground for a long time before stopping, clutching his chest with a grim expression on his face.

Nino walked directly down the steps, and completed the arm lock and back pressure within three seconds.

The other guards pulled out the rope and tied up the lord who was strangled and hissing.

"He has committed a heinous crime." Someone said softly.

"Deserves the death penalty."

"Everything is at the behest of the queen."

The people in the whole hall were complaining about Ferdinand's crimes, even shaking their heads and sighing at the same frequency.

Like a flock of tamed sheep.

Ferdinand was thrown directly into the dungeon, next door to Sforza.

Old Sforza was dying, and these days he was even willing to bark like a dog in order to have a full meal.

He has been pampered for decades, and now he lives on a few slices of black bread every day, which is worse than the hounds he used to raise.

After Ferdinand was thrown into the prison, he began to curse and struggle angrily. He could even roar for several hours, repeating the most vicious words in the world ten times.

The pampered life of the royal family and the disappearance of control after his father's death had turned him into a lawless lunatic.

The guards at the gate changed their guards on time, and no one went to gag him.

Even Sforza listened listlessly to the nonsense, occasionally sniffing in disgust.

After he struggled for two days, hunger finally got the better of him.

The water had been overturned long ago, and the slices of black bread were thrown out.

No servants here will look at his face, and there are even drunks who pee on them through the iron bars.

On the fourth day, Ferdinand was so hungry that he gnawed the black bread and then the hay on the ground, whining like a wild dog, begging for more food and water.

He was not sober from beginning to end, and the strong alcohol he drank in the previous three days had already corroded all his judgment and self-control.

Originally, when these two lords came over, one was thinking of intimidating and luring, and the other was thinking of flattery, but now they both collapsed in the dungeon and moaned helplessly, so hungry that they wanted to eat their own fingers.

When Niccolo reappeared, he had two bowls of meat and a razor in his hand.

When he put the meat in front of the two people, the two lords completely lost the hard bones of resistance. Regardless of the image, they prostrated themselves on the ground and fed themselves the meat with their fingers. They couldn't even stop to think about whether the meat was poisonous. .

Dieting and fasting can completely destroy a pampered person—especially if they're used to a life of one-and-done things.

After they wolfed down the meat, Niccolo motioned for the guards to hold the two of them down, and he pressed the razor on their scalps, and began to stumble and help with the haircut.

Clumps of black hair kept falling into the bowl like mysterious offerings.

Until this time, Ferdinand showed panic and despair in his eyes, and he didn't even dare to move: "What is she going to do? What exactly is she trying to do?!"

"The two lords stayed in Florence for a long time, just because they listened to the Protestant gospel and were addicted to it."

Niccolo raised and lowered his knife, and he did not forget to caress their uneven heads.

"In order to wash away their sins and desires, they prayed to stay in the Cathedral of Notre Dame del Fiore and become eternal believers. For this reason, they did not hesitate to shave their wills to prove their determination to the gods."

The young man's voice paused, and his smile was as gentle as ever.

"Leave only a handwritten letter, requesting the principality to convert along with it."

"Seeing hair is like meeting people."