I didn't know you were such a vampire

If people's thoughts could be visualized, then at this moment Martina would see a expressionless Qiao Ya hitting her head against the wall.

It was not the first time that Joya's car had overturned. When she climbed the roof of the Orsini Palace more than a year ago, she happened to be seen by Cesare who couldn't sleep in the middle of the night and opened the window to blow the wind. The two were separated by a few olive trees in the atrium. The trees looked at each other for a long time, and Cesare closed the window and turned off the lights as a curtain call.

The next morning, Cesare gave a black and white men's headscarf. He didn't need to explain anything, and Joya knew that what betrayed her the night before was her pale golden hair that stood out in the night.

Since then, she has been extra careful when she sneaks out of the window every night. After getting familiar with the physical fitness and strength of this immature body, she can basically find the most suitable hiding place before others find out, and then conquer that building every night. You can see half of Rome's Palazzo Orsini tower.

It's just that she didn't expect that she would have a bad start in Florence this time.

And Martina seemed to see something in her normal eyes, smiled and sat on the Dante chair that Joya sat on when she read the letter before.Although her appearance is very similar to Qiao Ya, the temperament caused by the difference in experience between the two is indeed very different.

Just from the few words in Vanoza's letter, one can imagine Martina's magnificent life in the first 30 years, although at this moment she is just a woman wearing a cashmere shawl, sitting in front of the lamp with a sick look on her face. She is a middle-aged woman, but the wildness in her eyebrows and eyes still makes people feel the toughness like weeds under her beautiful and fragile appearance.

Qiao Ya followed her advice and did not get too close to her, but sat at the end of the bed a little distance from her, leaning against the bed post at the end of the bed.She was carrying the light of the chandelier, and the light flooded forward from behind her, wrapping Martina sitting in front of the desk.

"I guess you must be a little surprised, why do I know you are by my window." Martina smiled, "Actually, this is a very simple question. When you were fifteen or sixteen years old, you were always by the window. When there are all kinds of snooping people, you can also find out."

"At the beginning, people heard that there was a cardinal's mistress in this family, so people always came to see how beautiful the girl in this family is; later, they heard that a woman from a foreign country came to see her. Are you secretly using witchcraft in your own room?" Martina paused, as if suddenly thinking of something, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise, "Finally, Ricardo heard that there are always idlers around. I wandered outside the window, and to protect me, I climbed out of my window every night to drive away those crooks."

Joya: "..."

Why does it feel like Ricardo is more like a disciple.

"Then what about you?" Martina's question woke her up from her contemplation of "Is Ricardo a nobleman or a disciple?" Her thinking paused for two seconds before she realized that Martina was asking her Why did you learn Deng Tuzi's stunt of picking windows.

She laughed twice and said, "This...is my hobby."

"The Vatican is actually not as interesting as most people think." Qiao Ya sighed, and tried hard to recall the sky where the Vatican was cut into fragments by the domes of the cathedrals. "Since the city is boring, I can only make myself more interesting." gone."

She seldom confides in others. On the one hand, it is due to her personality, and on the other hand, most of the world can't understand her little hobby.

Cesare and her understood each other, but just as she would not agree with Cesare's increasingly exposed ambitions, Cesare would not agree with her hobbies that seemed too deviant compared to other noble ladies.

"You're right, the Vatican is a very boring city."

Qiao Ya raised her head and saw Martina sitting opposite her looking at her with a smile on her lips.

"Compared to me who ran away directly, you chose to protest gently." Martina said, "This is probably the most different place between us."

Qiao Ya looked at her, blinked her eyes, she stood up suddenly, and wanted to walk towards Martina, but Martina's expression changed, she immediately covered her mouth with a handkerchief, and coughed violently. He waved to Qiao Ya to signal her not to come.

At this time, there was a hasty knock on the door, and Ricardo's anxious voice: "Gioia, Gioia! Is Martina here?"

At this time, Qiao Ya didn't think too much about it. She strode directly to the door and opened the door. Ricardo stood outside the door with a worried expression on his face. After seeing Martina coughing and covering her mouth, , didn't say hello to Qiao Ya, and immediately rushed into the house, squatted down/body, carefully hugged her, and gently patted her back with one hand, comforting her in a low voice.

Qiao Ya didn't step forward to disturb them, but took a step back and gently closed the door.

There was still a drizzle of rain pouring down from the atrium, splashing on the handrails of the corridor, stumbling again, and falling into the pool of the atrium fountain.

When she looked into the room at the door, she saw the handkerchief in Martina's hand, white silk, covered with shocking blood.

The flowering period of carnations has passed, and even the delicate petals cannot withstand the change of seasons.

Although it did not rain anymore in Florence in the next few days, the sun did not rise again. The sky was full of dense clouds, and no ray of sunlight could penetrate the clouds to embrace the city of Florence.

Piero's ten-day club activities were held in a country villa of the Medici family on the outskirts of Florence.

It is said to be a country villa, but it is actually a manor built on the hillside.

Boccaccio described in detail the gorgeous villas around Florence in the Decameron. There are vines, roses, jasmine and other aromatic plants in the garden, as well as many grass flowers. Gather them together and fall into the valley, the design is exquisite and beautiful.

The manor of the Medici family, as described by Boccaccio, is built on the mountain, the entrance is set at the east end of the upper terrace, there is a small square at the entrance, and a half octagonal pool is on the west side. The planted altar made up of trees and hedges, walked through the front hall of the mansion, and went straight to the back garden on the west side of the mansion. Standing outside the gazebo, you can still see the iconic red Byzantine dome of the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore behind the cascading forest.

After a few white pigeons flew around the dome, they headed into the distance again.

"It's a pity that the weather is gloomy today. If the weather is better, you can see the red roofs of Florence."

Qiao Ya was engrossed and did not notice anyone approaching. It was not until Piero's voice sounded behind her that she came back to her senses. Looking back, she was facing Piero's face full of smiles.

"You seem to like to stand on a high place and look into the distance." Piero said, "It's the same as our Caius."

Qiao Ya smiled, regained her senses, followed Piero into the gazebo and took her seat.

Those who could receive Piero's invitation were all from noble families in Florence. They were all gorgeously dressed and well-equipped. Among them was a young woman in a long red dress who covered her half-exposed breasts with jewels. /Baby, leaning lazily on the armchair, looked at Qiao Ya critically.

"Piero, is this the president of the club you invited?" The young woman raised her eyebrows and asked, "Is it fifteen? No? It looks so tender, when did you get better?"

Her tone was not good, and Qiao Ya didn't argue with her, but just smiled at her and sat opposite her.

Piero sat next to Qiao Ya and said with a smile: "Although Qiao Ya is young, she is as talented and knowledgeable as ordinary people. She came from Rome and will return soon, just like Caius, I think Let both guests experience the beauty of Florence." He paused, "Speaking of Caius... Where is Caius?"

A young man with black curly hair said: "Caius has always come to this kind of gathering as he pleases, Piero, don't force yourself." He leaned forward as if thinking of something suddenly, and asked Said, "Piero, Caius didn't promise you, didn't he? Didn't he come to the carnival last time?"

Piero seemed to be punctured by someone, and then he coughed twice in embarrassment: "This is his last meeting before returning to the city of Volterra. Whatever he says...you have to come, right?"

"That's not necessarily the case. Caius is not someone who will show off his face." The black-haired man said, and then he fell back into the chair and said lazily, "It's fine if he doesn't come, we can still play Take it easy, Piero is probably the only one in the world who can stand a guy who looks like an executioner standing next to you..."

As he was talking, Joya saw a tall and tall young man in the stone path behind the rose bushes in the garden. He was wearing a black robe over an ivory Schumitz shirt, and his platinum-blond hair was neatly arranged. Neatly and smoothly draped on his broad shoulders, his complexion is extremely pale, but the perfect facial contours and facial features that seem to have been carefully polished by a sculptor make everyone who sees him, at the first sight On the surface, he ignored his insignificant shortcoming, but he felt a sense of being out of the dust like a real person.

And the black-haired young man who was talking about Caius didn't realize it until Caius stood behind him because of the eyes of the person opposite him.

He turned his head sharply, meeting Caius' dark brown eyes.

Caius didn't bow his head, but his pupils were downward, and his eyes full of hostility looked at the young man. After a long time, the corners of his lips raised slightly, and he said, "You want to be decapitated by my executioner?" ?"

"..."

For a while, there was silence in the gazebo.

And Qiao Ya stared at Caius in a daze, and the words Piero said before inexplicably appeared in her mind: "Did you see it, did you see it, that's how it is, a slave owner in ancient Rome."

And in the silence, Piero's warm applause suddenly sounded, and everyone transferred the realization from Caius to Piero, but Piero had stood up with a bright smile on his face: "Look!" , let me just say, Caius will definitely come, he must be reluctant to part with the beautiful Florence and the humorous me!"

Joya: "..."