I didn't know you were such a vampire

Before Qiaoya went out today, she naturally never imagined that she would see all the Botticelli paintings in the possession of the Perfecti family under the guidance of the heir of the Medici family, and she would be accompanied by a vampire hunter with fierce eyes .

This is a fantastic journey. While listening to the proud introduction of the Medici family's easy-going and even talkative heir to his collection, he is facing the vampire hunter behind him, who seems to have crawled out of hell. A deep chill.Joya felt torn apart by the dimensional space. One half was a Renaissance historical and cultural documentary, and the other was Dracula vs. Van Helsing, Phantom vs. Christine.

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The three usually lively and active servants of the Totti family followed them obediently and did not talk much.As Caius' fancier, Lisa only occasionally raised her eyes to peek, and then was forced to take a step back by the cold air around Caius.

Qiao Ya walked in the forefront, withstood Piero's chatter and Caius' coldness, her face remained normal, and she answered freely.At dusk, when the exhibition was over, Piero sent her to the door of the Pazzi Chapel and said to her: "I heard that Miss Joya just said that she likes "Ten Days Talk", and I am intending to form a Boccaccio literature Club, I hope that Miss Qiao Ya will be a member of the club to attend."

And Qiao Ya can still answer with a smile: "It is my honor to be invited to be the chairman of the association formed by Mr. Medici." She paused, and then said, "But I came to Florence this time, just In order to visit my sick mother, I will have to return to Rome in a short time, I'm afraid..."

Before she finished speaking, Piero shook his head with a smile, and said: "This club is not a permanent club, it's a literary club, it's just a model for some of us readers who love "Ten Days Talk" to follow the novel. A ten-day story is just for the salon." He looked back at Caius, and reached out to pat him on the shoulder, but Caius seemed to have understood his intentions, and took a step to the side, making him jump After a while, and he was not annoyed, the outstretched right hand scratched the brown curly hair on the back of his head, his eyes narrowed slightly with a smile, "It can be regarded as an unforgettable farewell ceremony for Caius."

Joya was taken aback for a moment, and then looked at Caius. The impatience in Caius' eyes had almost materialized, turning into sharp knives, ready to attack Piero.

And Piero said with a little sadness: "It won't be long before Caius will go back to the city of Voltra. I asked him before if I could visit him in the city of Voltra, but he rudely said I refused, so I bid farewell this time, and I don’t know when I will see you again, so I want to give him an unforgettable farewell ceremony, so that he will never forget the beautiful Florence.”

He lowered his head slightly, and looked at Qiao Ya with black eyes: "Similarly, I also hope that Miss Qiao Ya from Rome will never forget the beautiful Florence."

The twilight shrouded the Church of the Holy Cross. The cloudy dusk was not so beautiful. There was even a slight drizzle of rain, but inadvertently, there was a sudden dimming of the light and a feeling of blurred vision. Even the sound seemed to be separated from the sea, and there were still small bubbles when it was poured into the ears.

Although Piero's tone and expression were a bit exaggerated, he seemed to be showing his true feelings when he spoke about it. Qiao Ya stayed in Florence, which seemed to have been soaked in rainwater for a long time, and even her thinking seemed rusty. The gears generally become sluggish.

She suddenly thought of the day when she saw Caius' eyes under the cloak for the first time in her thoughts on the back street.

But now, whether it's sunlight or lights, it's too dim to see anyone's face clearly.

She lowered her eyes and thought for a while, holding the lace of the cuff with her fingers and twisting it a thousand times, then raised her head and said with a smile, "Thank you little Mr. Medici, I am very happy."

After nightfall, the rain became heavier and heavier, and big drops slapped the window glass. The wind penetrated through the gaps in the window frame, obviously unable to shake the flame on the chandelier, but for no reason it gave people a feeling of The sense of instability of light jumping.

After Joya returned home, she found out that a letter had been sent from the Vatican, and the envelope was not signed, and she didn't know who sent it. It was only when she was at the door of her own room that she saw the crooked letters full of letter paper, and as long as she glanced at these words, she knew that the letter was sent by Juan.

Juan, who hates writing and reading, suddenly wrote a letter, which made her raise her eyebrows in surprise, but when she opened the second letter, she saw Lucrecia's beautiful and neat handwriting, which made her I was even more surprised.

Juan and Lucrecia probably owed each other money in the previous life, or else it is impossible to explain that Lucrecia, who is docile and obedient to everyone, immediately exploded when he saw his brother Juan. Spain quarreled with Pepin to offer soil.

She really couldn't imagine what would make these two completely incompatible people put their letterheads in an envelope.

And the last letter belonging to Adriana solved Joya's question.

"This is the homework I assign to the children, to write a letter to my sister."

The letters of Juan, Lucrezia, and Geoffrey, who can't read much, are all about the daily life of the Orsini Palace, but Juan will proudly mention in the letter that "Cesare finally went to Pisa and I am finally free ", and Lucrecia's letter has another emotion: "Gioia went to Florence, and Cesare also went to Pisa. I am really lonely at home."

Qiao Ya read the three letters from her younger siblings with a smile on her face. Even though she had received an unimaginable court education in her teens, she still had a child's mentality. Facing her elder sister, He also unconsciously used a coquettish tone.

And Adriana's letters are not as innocent and interesting as the children. She talked about the daily life of several children as usual, and Cesare's going to the University of Pisa to study, but in addition to these, she also mentioned in the letter Pope Innocent's condition became more serious, and the doctors were helpless. It probably won't be long before the chimney of the Sistine Chapel will rise again.

The Sistine Chapel is where the new Pope's election ceremony is held. Every cardinal must vote in a closed room in the church to elect the new Pope.

Although Adriana didn't elaborate, Joya also knew that it seemed that Rodrigo was fully prepared this time.

Several years ago, when Cituscus IV passed away, Rodrigo actively participated in the election of the new pope, but in the end he lost to Innocent VIII.Although Rodrigo eventually became the vice chancellor of the Holy See, based on Joya's understanding of Rodrigo, he would definitely not be reconciled. This time, he should be determined to win.

The slight sense of tension in Adriana's letter formed a sharp contrast with the carefree daily life of her younger brothers and sisters, which made Qiao Ya feel a little emotional. She thought for a long time with her pen before writing on the letter Write the first line on it.

"Dear Adriana, the words are familiar, life in Florence is very slow and interesting. I heard that the 'great Lorenzo' was seriously ill and was bedridden for a long time, but Florence is not as tense as the Vatican..."

She had just finished writing a line when she heard someone knock gently on her door.

Usually at this time, Marco would take out a book from his bookshelf, run up to her door and knock on the door, and then solemnly put the book in front of her, with a pair of blue eyes flashing like Like the stars on a summer night.

At this point in time, it is probably time for Ma Ke to come to listen to the story again.

Qiao Ya folded the letter and put it in the stack of books on the desk, then got up and went to open the door. The name "Marco" lingered on the tip of her tongue. Martina at the door.

She froze for a moment, and the hand holding the doorknob froze in mid-air.

Martina was taller than her, but because of her long illness, she looked a little too thin, but she was in good spirits, especially her eyes, without a trace of haggardness.

"Won't you let me see your room?" Martina raised her lips slightly.

Only then did Qiao Ya realize that she moved her body to the side. When Martina took the first step towards the house, she reflexively wanted to help her, but she paused half way through her hand, and said silently. retracted behind.

For Martina, her feelings are more complicated.

On the one hand, neither Rodrigo nor Vanoza has the kind of admiration that children have for their parents, so that in the eyes of outsiders, her eldest daughter is too unfamiliar with her parents, and she herself has never been familiar with the so-called world. It is also optional to meet the biological mother; on the other hand, this body seems to succumb to the guidance of blood. When she saw Martina for the first time, she couldn't restrain the urge to get closer to her.

During this period of time, Martina avoided seeing her. Although she didn't express anything on the surface, when she slipped out of the window at night to wander the streets, she would climb up Martina's window and listen to this The movement of the blood-related mother before going to bed this day.

This is also the best way for her to get along with this mother.

It's just that she didn't expect that Martina would appear in front of her room.

When Martina walked into the room, she took another look outside the door, but before seeing anything, she heard Martina say: "Riccardo hasn't come back from the bank, Elisa is going to prepare for me. Dinner is over." She smiled when she saw Qiao Ya looking back at her, "I came alone."

Qiao Ya nodded, then closed the door and turned around.

At this time, Martina was already standing in front of her desk, leaned forward slightly, and opened the shutter a crack.

For a while, the sound of wind and rain outside the window became clearer.

"It's better to close the window." Qiao Ya said, looking at Martina's thin back.

Martina shook her head and said, "This is the safest way."

What she said made Joya a little confused. She frowned and was about to walk towards Martina, but Martina had already waved her hand to signal her to stop, and then covered her mouth with the silk scarf in her hand , coughed lightly a few times.

At this time, Qiao Ya noticed that Martina was carrying a handkerchief with her.

However, after coughing, Martina grabbed the handkerchief back into her palm and said, "I guess you won't be able to make it through today. After struggling for a long time, I still want to come and talk to you."

Her words drew Joya's attention away from the handkerchief, she looked at the slightly sickly redness on Martina's cheeks, and frowned: "I can't make it through today?"

"That's right." Martina tilted her head and smiled like a child, "Aren't you by my window every night?"