Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

Naturally, they wouldn't put the two hapless lords back.

Only when people are imprisoned here, all options will be firmly held in the hands of the Italian Empire.

As early as when Sforza and Ferdinand I were imprisoned one after another, the guards took off all the rings and jewelry on their hands and bodies, and immediately handed them over to Mr. Da Vinci for re-engraving counterfeit ones.

Niccolo was not considered a good tailor, and the old teachings never shave baldness.

Sending the hair and the ring back together is already enough explicit and threatening——

Your leader is with me, and you had better obey my orders.

Although the two lords howled that they would rather die than sign, the jailers made them eat brown wheat mixed with cold water for three days in a row. At the end of the meal, Ferdinand I cried while eating, with tears and snot running down his nose. a lot.

Sforza cursed in his heart while listening to the howling ghosts and howling wolves next door.

His horses were fed top-quality oats, and he had never tasted such a nasty thing in his life.

Then smiling Niccolo appeared in front of them with pan-fried goose legs and basil pastrami, and began to show how to eat oysters and wine on the spot.

It's a mental attack to slap your mouth while eating.

"I sign—I sign!" Ferdinand roared directly: "Give me the meat!"

Niccolo glanced at Sforza with a gloomy face, and handed the note to Ferdinand.

He read a sentence, and Ferdinand wrote a sentence in a hurry, not daring to miss a word.

When the letter was finished, Ferdinand stared straight at the bowl of meat in the distance: "Give it to me—give it to me!"

The pampered young master is really not suitable to be an emperor.

Niccolo propped his chin and looked at him: "Press the handprint."

Ferdinand seemed to be domesticated completely, he opened his mouth, bit his thumb and pressed his finger on the name, and continued to look at the bowl of meat viciously.

Niccolo took the paper, looked it up and down with the guard's torch, and nodded sincerely: "At least the writing is not bad."

From then on, Ferdinand's meals became a meat dish every other day, and he was occasionally given a whole roast goose.

Ferdinand had completely given up struggling and resistance, living like an animal.

Even if Sforza was asleep, he could still hear the sound of the bald man next door wolfing down the goose.

The last of his will was faltering.

"Your Majesty," Nino walked in with another letter, "Mr. Sforza has also fingerprinted."

"Very good," Heidi laughed: "Then send these two letters back."

The next step is to wait for the two countries to reply.

"How do you plan to deal with this matter?" Leonardo was helping her peel the oranges, and asked casually, "Persuade her to surrender first?"

Heidi signaled Nino to step back first, stroking his belly and said in a gentle manner: "In my country, there is a scientist named Erwin Schrödinger."

Leonardo raised his eyebrows slightly and fed her a piece of orange: "Continue?"

"He once did a very interesting experiment."

Put a cat in the same box as a small amount of radioactive material, there is a 50.00% chance that the radioactive material will decay and release a toxic gas, and once this happens, the cat will die.

So the question is – was the cat alive before the box was opened, or was it dead?

"Alive and dead." Leonardo subconsciously said, "These two are superimposed states."

"That's true," Heidi said with a smile: "Only when the box is opened, the wave function will collapse, and things will finally come to a conclusion."

"I have a question," Leonardo said slowly, "your...country?"

Heidi blinked and sat up a little with his support.

"I'm from Austria." She said calmly, "To be precise, I'm a Jew from Austria."

"That is the country that the Habsburg family is ruling now?" Leonardo asked.

"Yes, there are the snow-capped Alps, there is "The Blue Danube", and there is Erwin Schrödinger." Her tone was full of nostalgia, and she sang an old ballad in a low voice when she lowered her eyes: "The mountains Towering, mighty rivers, towering towers, full of seedlings..."

"You were born in ancient times with a noble purpose - Austria has proven itself."

"Is this also a ballad 500 years later?" Leonardo softened his expression and let her lean on his shoulder.

"It's 300 years later." Heidi said slowly, "It was written by our country's music master Mozart."

She is homesick.

With the arrival of October, news came back from the two duchies one after another.

The attitudes of the Duchy of Milan are quite the same - anyway, this Sforza is also a regicide, and now they can do whatever Italy says.

The nobles have turned back one after another, and thanked the host for his hospitality.

And the royal family in Naples obviously didn't expect such a sudden incident at all, and they didn't think their king could be so devout to Protestantism.

Some think tanks vaguely guessed that Ferdinand I might have been captured, but they also didn't dare to act rashly.

Hair and rings are already quite cold warnings, not to mention that the border is already crowded with Italians, and if they make a wrong move, their heads may be removed.

Another bastard son of the old king stepped forward to immediately succeed his hapless brother as the new king, and asked the messenger to deliver his 'solemn protest'.

Surrender was unlikely, and the Duchy of Naples condemned their hostage-taking excesses.

In fact, the new king's mind and thinking are very simple - the more disobedient he is, the harder it will be for Ferdinand I to survive, and the more stable his position will be.

By the time this letter was delivered in haste, the queen was nestling in the window eating grapes.

She glanced roughly, then looked up at Niccolo: "The new king?"

Leonardo was sitting next to him, fiddling with the signal receiver, and said with a low smile: "It seems that the cat is dead."

"Cat?" Niccolo asked in a daze, "What cat?"

The Kingdom of Naples waited for 20 days without waiting for the Queen's letter, but found that the Italian Empire had been overwhelmed by troops——

Not only did they dispatch huge crossbows and cannons, but they cut down trees and dug rocks along the way, so that no grass grew anywhere they went!

This is how the same thing? !Didn't you say you can talk slowly? !

However, when the army rode the wind and waves all the way to the castle, the people here knew what a good thing their old king had done——

He not only killed Duke Sforza, but also blasphemed God with blood, and now he has been imprisoned in the dungeon!

The moment the new king's head fell to the ground, he let out a long sigh.

It's all about this, isn't it up to you whether the idiot is blasphemy or not?

Damn it, it was still counted!

When the news of the surrender and conquest of the Duchy of Milan and Naples came, Florence had just finished another Halloween carnival.

This year, due to the substantial reduction in taxation and trade, almost all ordinary people have work to do and meat to eat, and their interest in celebrating the festival is quite strong.

On the eve of Halloween, many adults and children put on costumes that symbolize various animals, wander around the streets with masks, and jointly drive away all kinds of ghosts that breed with the departure of summer.

During the parade, there were actors holding candles on many floats, and the hymns of celebration and encouragement also spread with the crowds, and the whole city was surrounded by lights and joy.

When the battle report came, the members of the House of Commons threw up their hats and cheered——

Italy is stuffed for two more pieces!Their empire will be more prosperous!

When Leonardo walked in, Heidi was looking at a map of the Apennine Peninsula while leaning on the table.

Now... as long as the Republic of Venice is taken down, the empire will return to its integrity.

——serensia reblicava

Most venerable, the Republic of Venice.

She raised her eyebrows lightly, noticing her lover's arrival: "Leo?"

The man approached her and stroked her earlobe with his hand.

The slightly cold earrings were put on gently, and fell down with the movement.

She froze for a moment, then reached out to caress the sterling silver earrings.

The earlobe is down, in the shape of a cross.

But under the cross... is a six-pointed star.

Belonging to the Jewish...hexagram.

"Happy birthday." He whispered, "I hope you like it."

Heidi held his hand, supported her belly and walked slowly to the floor-to-ceiling mirror, and finally saw the pair of earrings clearly——

She hadn't seen a six-pointed star for a long time.

Even in the face of Raphael's confusion about faith, she was gentle and calm.

But this man...he put the six-pointed star on her ears again.

"Protestantism is now defined because of you." Leonardo gently held her shoulders, looked at the beauty with reddish eyes in the mirror, and said softly, "You can have them again."

Even if someone questions her in the future, she can explain it from various angles.

For reasons of caution, he placed the cross above the hexagram.

Over the past few decades, she has long been used to the coexistence of two beliefs, just like her dual nationality and identity.

The ruby ​​shone in the candlelight, which made her face as white as suet.

"I like it very much..." Heidi said hoarsely, "Thank you."

Only Leonardo would have done that for her.

Only he can understand her so clearly.

She turned around and hugged him tightly, trying to hold back her tears.

"I love you... Leo."

"You are the best lover."

-2-

After they sat down, they began to discuss things about Venice.

Born out of the deportation of Attila the Hun, the country is now impregnable thanks to its thriving trade routes.

In the past few decades, countries such as Venice and Milan, Genoa, and Ottoman Turkey have all had wars, and at the same time, due to their unique economic advantages, they have supported a large number of mercenary groups.

The nbs servant brought a sumptuous dinner and bowed away after pouring them two glasses of good wine.

Heidi just received the creme brulee that Dejo brought from home in the afternoon, and at this moment, smelling the smell of quail, she felt a little unappetizing, so she pushed the plate to the other side.

"These are meatballs fried in herb sauce." Leonardo scooped up a spoonful, half-jokingly as if to feed her.

"I really have no appetite." She sighed, "Let the kitchen make some chickpea goulash tomorrow."

Leonardo tasted two meatballs casually, and continued to talk to her about the lion in the northeast.

While the important ports along the coast of Venice were marked one by one, he drank several glasses of water in a row and unconsciously covered his throat with his hands.

Heidi vaguely felt that something was wrong, and asked with concern: "What's wrong with you? Are you feeling unwell?"

"It's a bit disgusting," Da Vinci frowned while clutching his belly, "and his stomach started to hurt."

Heidi was stunned for two seconds, and immediately rang the bell to call Nino to come in for help: "He may be poisoned - bring the bucket here, and induce vomiting for him now!"

Leonardo became paler and paler, and even his coughing began to vomit.

"Nino, go and ask for milk to be brought over—it must be boiled absolutely clean! Lock up all the people in the other kitchens!" Heidi saw that Dejo had also heard the bell and rushed over, and motioned for her to help Leonardo Duo put his hand on his shoulder and said, "Leo, you must spit out everything in your stomach—it's still too late!"

The man vomited violently in front of the bucket, fine sweat began to appear on his forehead.

Heidi had already ordered Niccolo to lock the palace and the city, and when he came back, he sat beside him a little unsteadily, and continued to help him wipe the sweat from his neck and forehead: "I still have to vomit—until there is only clear water. "

Dejo put a silver needle into the vomit, and the needle began to change and turn black after a while.

It really is poison!

Heidi anxiously handed him the water to rinse his mouth, and Niccolo said coldly behind him: "There is something wrong with these meatballs—some of them have something in them!"

Why did she fortify the palace layer by layer to such an extent that there are still people who can sneak in? !

It was the same last time, why did someone poison her wine and take her directly to Rome when she lived in a heavily guarded high place? !

What went wrong?

Heidi's expression was blank for two seconds, and she suddenly stood up holding the table, her face pale: "Niccollo, seal all the windows, and check all the roofs and eaves now!"

Did those people slip in through the window from a height? !

Be it the Old Palace or the Royal Palace of Genoa, these places cannot be entered from the ground through guard barriers.

But Borgia's assassins are likely to climb the stone wall and climb into the window with the help of a rope from the highest point!

Leonardo had been vomiting for a long time at this moment, and even his voice became weak and hoarse.

"It hurts so much..." He murmured, "I don't want to vomit anymore..."

"A little bit, Leo," Heidi's distressed tears kept falling, and she squeezed his hand tightly: "A little bit, for me and my two children——Leo, you have to take the contents of your stomach Spit it all out."

"Don't cry..." He took a deep breath, induced himself to vomit again, and vomited out in extreme embarrassment while holding the bucket.

"I'll be fine..." Leonardo held her hand with the little strength left, enduring the resistance and pain in his body to pour out the food he ate earlier.

The stomach and intestines seemed to be corroded, and the sharp pain caused him to curl up and kneel on the ground, and even the ups and downs of breathing would intensify the pain.

Can't stop, have to trust her... have to trust her.

Every time he vomited, his throat and esophagus seemed to be scorched by fire, so painful that he even wanted to die here.

"One more time... Leo," Heidi's eyes were blurred by tears, and she knelt beside him in embarrassment, "It's almost over, you will be fine."

She had no idea what was going to happen next, nor did she know the specific components of the poison.

But that was all she could do.

Fortunately, the poison content of those two meatballs is not too much.

The attack time was very fast, and the rescue measures were timely enough, and they did not go to the worst situation.

After half an hour, Leonardo finally could only vomit clear water, and the symptoms of abdominal pain and nausea also eased a lot.

At the same time, the milk was brought over.

Niccolo supported the teacher beside him with a complicated expression, trying to figure out what happened: "Vemiting can prevent the attack of poison? So there is no need for an enema?"

What about milk?He had heard that the stomach stones of cows could save people, so could milk also detoxify?

"Take another sip... yes, take it slow." Heidi sat beside him and fed him milk, and finally a stone fell in her heart: "After drinking this bowl and sleeping for a while, you will feel much better."

At this moment, Nino strode in, followed by several guards.

"Your Majesty," he obviously had just experienced a fierce battle, and his voice was a little unsteady: "We caught three people on the roof."

When they took people up, those people had just tied ropes around their waists and were ready to go down.

Heidi put the empty bowl aside with a gloomy face, her voice was cold.

"Bring them up."

The guards brought over three heavily tied men, all of whom looked familiar.

"The three illegitimate children of Borgia." She sighed, "I knew it."

Caesar and his two older brothers were bound hands and feet, and their mouths were completely blocked with dirty cloths, preventing them from making a sound.

The queen stood up and approached the three people on the ground step by step.

She didn't want to do anything wrong.

But she retains a bit of kindness, and she and the people around her will be mortally threatened——

Just now when Leonardo clutched his belly and sighed in pain, she almost lost her sanity.

"Spain is a place where you can't turn back." Heidi looked at the three people's expressions of panic or resentment, and analyzed in a low voice: "The two countries over there are separated, and the surname Borgia has long been unable to tolerate the existence of the surname—— So where can you go?"

"Milan has surrendered, Naples has disappeared, and you can't cross Genoa to France." Her eyes became sharper, and her voice was chilling: "The Venetians saved you, right?"

Give you shelter, let you take refuge, and give you the capital to come back for revenge...

Caesar froze, trying to make a sound.

"This is the price of kindness." Heidi said slowly: "Sometimes it is not a good word."

Leonardo had already fallen asleep next to Niccolo, and the entire bedroom was silent.

The ravens circled and screamed outside the window, even the night was stained with a bit of gloom.

This round of crescent moon tonight is destined to be illuminated by blood.

"When the Holy See was being destroyed, someone found a whole set of torture tools in the dungeon."

Heidi turned around and sat back beside Leo, interlocking his fingers and clenched his hand, not looking at the three of them any more.

"You will be the last redeemers of these tortures."

"Take it down." She sighed softly, "I'm tired."

The city of Florence set off the most stringent round of review and liquidation.

Most of the aborigines could prove their identity and residence time, and took this opportunity to register their identity and fingerprints.

Through reporting and comparison, the guards found a total of fifteen Borgias.

They have different hair and eye colors, male and female, old and young.

Then they all died on January 1, like another gift to Lorenzo who was buried in the ground.

Botticelli painted the huge execution scene as another mural next to the city hall. The brushstrokes and colors are all lifelike, and children will have nightmares in the middle of the night after watching it.

Milan and Naples have completely lost the title 'principal' and are now just two cities in the empire.

Their political system and religion were washed and changed again, and Protestant symbols and phoenix flags appeared at both ends of one south and one north at the same time.

This time, Venice no longer gave any letters of celebration or greetings, and the silence seemed to avoid each other's existence.

Leonardo had a high fever two nights after that incident, and it took a month to fully recover.

By the time his body regained its health and vitality, Christmas was almost over.

This empire is re-establishing order and rules, like a hibernating beast slowly recovering.

Finally, on January [-]th, the day of the Epiphany, the queen suddenly prepared to usher in her birth in time.

On that day, the grandest "Three Magi come to court" knight order parade was held in the Municipal Square of Florence. The guests from southeast and northwest could fill the whole city, and there were joyful and happy singing everywhere.

And their monarch did not attend this grand event, but leaned on the bench and listened to his lover playing the piano——

Leonardo has only been busy with improving firearms and learning the piano recently.

At the beginning, he could only play "Little Star" stumblingly, but now he is quite proficient at controlling even the fancy decorations.

Other friends clustered around them, taking advantage of the holiday to drink and chat or joke with each other.

When the "Waltz of Flowers" finished playing, the Queen suddenly supported her stomach and let out a hey.

"Leo—" she sat up straighter: "I seem to be about to give birth, call the midwife."

Luris was so frightened that he threw away the half-polished sword: "You, you are about to give birth—I'll get the whip! Raphael, go and set off rockets! Put ten, not fifty!"

"The queen is about to give birth!" Niccolo stood up and stomped like a rabbit: "I'll get the horse stool! What do you need?! Hot water? Scissors? Put away all the ropes in the room!"

The room immediately became noisy, and everyone rushed to get things for her.

The only one who remained awake was probably Leonardo—but he was not much better. When he went out, he couldn't tell the south from the north.

Clarice had experienced the premature death of twins once, so she stayed here a month in advance, and rushed over with the midwives soon.

"God..." Heidi counted the frequency of labor pains, supported her forehead and said helplessly, "Can't they calm down a little bit?"

"Honey," Clarice helped her wipe the sweat from her forehead, and smiled with downcast eyes: "Men are very stupid sometimes."