I didn't know you were such a vampire

Cesare is the eldest child of Vanoza and Rodrigo. He has never cried, made trouble or pestered others since he was a child, and he never made unreasonable demands like ordinary children. Therefore, Rodrigo placed high hopes on him. He wanted to train him to enter the Holy See and continue the Borgia family's overall control over the Holy See.

So at the age of seven he became the priest of the diocese of Valencia, the hometown of the Borgia family. At the age of eight, he was appointed secretary general of the Pope. At the age of nine, he became the rector of Gandia and the treasurer of the Cathedral of Cartagena.

Every time when she heard about Cesare's new appointment back then, Joya couldn't help giving Rodrigo a thumbs up. The nepotism was so justifiable, the boss is indeed a boss.

However, Cesare showed a calmness beyond his age in the face of these things that ordinary children would not dare to think about. Both Rodrigo and Adriana felt that this child had learned that Joya could not express emotions Yu Se's merits, praise him more.Until one time when she heard that Rodrigo planned to let Juan join the guard of the Holy See, Qiao Ya found that for the first time, cracks appeared on his calm face since he was a child.

He didn't join the Holy See, he wanted to join the army.

It was the first time he lost his composure in front of Qiao Ya. He clenched his fists and said in a calm voice, "What I want, I will definitely get it."

At that time, the words "something is not good" immediately popped into Qiao Ya's mind.

No wonder she always felt that there was something wrong with this brother, and now she finally realized it.

Is it really good that this child can say such evil and domineering words at the age of eight?

After a few years, Qiao Ya once again faced the words of Xie Mei's brother, she was silent for a few seconds, thought for a while, and then sent her heartfelt blessings: "Don't worry, Cesare, your words, It must be possible."

If Cesare lived in modern times and had read Japanese light novels, he would definitely squint his eyes and show a vigorous smile: "Sure enough, Qiao Ya's words can cheer me up."

Qiao Ya finished her brain supplement silently, and glanced at Cesare again.

Although she hadn't seen Rodrigo when he was young, she could probably get a glimpse of it from Cesare.Everyone in the Borgia family has a taller figure than their peers, and because the Borgia family has Spanish blood, everyone's facial features are more three-dimensional and deeper.

Cesare's figure and appearance undoubtedly magnified these advantages, but they were not obtrusive. The outline and facial features all matched seamlessly and were perfectly perfect.

When people face beautiful things, they can't help but be more tolerant, and Qiao Ya is even more tolerant. Of course, she still has a relatively deep understanding of the characteristics of her own face.So even though she knew that it was not good for Cesare to be so paranoid at such a young age, Qiao Ya tried her best to soften her voice and said, "It's more important that you live happily."

At this moment, Cesare had already walked to the door. He held the door with one hand. After hearing Joya's words, he paused for a moment. He turned to look at her. The chill from just now was gone from his blue eyes. A short syllable in the nasal cavity, like a laugh: "Why did you decide to go to Florence? Because of happiness?"

Qiao Ya blinked: "..."

"I don't believe that you are really curious about your biological mother." Cesare said, opened the door and stepped into the moonlight, "But I believe that you are really in a state of happiness." middle."

Joya slowly unbuttoned the man's shirt after hearing the sound of Cesare's boots stepping on the steps of the porch and then gradually going away.

I heard that Florence has been raining for a long time, and it is much cooler than Rome. The natural air conditioner makes her happy.

She really couldn't wait to go to Florence to enjoy the rarest wind in the Apennines in summer.

"Be good at observing."

It seems that Cesare carried out Rodrigo's words quite forcefully.

If Rome at this time is a city of crime and chaos, then Florence, nearly [-] kilometers away, is a bustling and orderly dream city intoxicated by art, all kinds of fine wine and luxurious clothes.

Florence defeated the Holy Roman Emperor Henry VI in the [-]th century, gained autonomy and became an independent city republic, and then successively conquered Pistoia, Arezzo and Pisa and became Tuscany At the same time, Florence's handicraft industry and commerce gradually prospered, and its banking industry was extremely developed, making it the financial center of the whole of Europe.

And once people have money, they want to play something else.

For example, art.

Even if the former Qiaoya didn't pay attention to history books, she still knew something about Florence during the Renaissance, not to mention that Adriana had already mentioned the history of Florence when she was giving lectures to several children. Those artists, such as Giotto, Verrocchio and Botticelli, Julia and Lucrecia liked Botticelli very much, saying that the women in his works have an indescribable unique charm.

A few years ago, the Holy See had invited famous masters from Florence to the Vatican to paint murals for the Sistine Chapel in the Vatican Palace, including Botticelli.

Although Joya was unable to go to the Sistine Chapel to observe the murals of those famous artists, she also knew how gracefully Venus stood on the shell in Botticelli's masterpiece "The Birth of Venus" Yes, it is still fresh in my memory.

Two of her former college male classmates once debated for two weeks about the proposition "Whether the women painted by Botticelli look better or the ones painted by Titian". puzzled.

Finally, they brought Qiao Ya, who had just jumped off the school wall, to comment.

Qiao Ya was originally prepared to be habitual and muddled, but after carefully observing "The Birth of Venus" and "Venus □ Binno" with her limited literary skills, she asked a question that has troubled her for more than ten years. Question: "Why doesn't Venus wear clothes? Is it hot? Isn't it cold?"

...So Qiao Ya got the nickname that followed her for several years:

Straight guy.

On the way from Rome to Florence, the coachman who was originally from Florence learned that Joya had never stepped out of Rome since she was born, so he began to warmly mention his hometown to her.

From Dante to Botticelli, who is now on fire, from the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore to the Palazzo Vecchio, he gave full play to the enthusiasm of the summer in the Apennine Peninsula, and talked all the way.

Qiao Ya agreed, but at the same time, she felt that the concubine was tired of talking about the six words "as expected of an Italian".

"If possible, Miss Borgia must go to the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore." The coachman said, "That is the pride of us Florentines."

Qiao Ya wanted to say something casually, but suddenly thought of the tower of Orsini Palace overlooking half of Rome, so she asked, "Is the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore tall?"

"High, very high." The coachman said proudly, "It has the most perfect dome."

Although in later generations, the distance of nearly [-] kilometers is not too far, and it only takes less than three hours to get there by car, but in this era when only horse-drawn carriages can be used for transportation, it still takes a lot of time.

After crossing this world, Joya, who has not suffered much from the fatigue of boats and vehicles, was shaking by the uneven ground and began to doubt whether her decision of choosing to travel from Rome to Florence in order to escape the summer heat was correct, and the carriage drove into the city of Florence. Door.

At this time, Florence was not raining heavily like Rodrigo said, the water on the ground had almost evaporated, and the sunlight broke through the thick clouds over the city, and sprinkled strands of light on this bustling and rich city. superior.The coachman skillfully drove the vehicle on the main street, and said happily: "Miss Borgia, I really don't know whether to say you are lucky or Florence is lucky. You have just arrived in Florence, and it has been raining for more than a month. , the sun is coming out."

Qiao Ya said with a wooden face: "...you...don't say any more."

At this moment, she is no longer happy.

Not long after the carriage drove in the city, she heard the coachman say: "Miss Borgia, look, that is the Cathedral of Santa Maria del Fiore."

Although she lost the happiness brought by the rain, she still opened the curtain of the carriage when she heard the words, and the breath of the city rushed to her face in an instant.

She saw the bright but not hot sunshine after the rain gently covering the city full of ochre-yellow, and the fine particles of light reflected from the brick walls and roofs seemed to be a loving feedback to the sun.

The bard stood in the square and played the lyre, and the men and women walking in the streets and alleys were far more free than the Vatican in terms of dress and behavior. They spoke Italian with a Tuscan accent and said trivial things. A goshawk flew by, leading her sight through the noisy streets, and came to the huge and spectacular white-based church behind the square, and the extremely eye-catching pagan-colored church. the red dome,

Even though she is in the Vatican and has seen countless churches, she will still be amazed by this one.

While she was amazed, she suddenly found a person standing on the top of the red dome. Her pupils dilated slightly, and when she wanted to observe carefully, that figure disappeared out of thin air.

She froze for a few seconds, then blinked vigorously, there was still nothing on the top of the red round drum, only a ray of light from behind the clouds, caressing the gentle red.

She lowered the curtain, leaned against the carriage, and rubbed her eyes.

It seems that I have to do some eye exercises tonight.