I didn't know you were such a vampire

When Qiao Ya arrived at her destination, it was already approaching noon in Florence.

The horses pulling the carriage stopped, and the cheerful voice of the coachman sounded outside the carriage: "Miss Borgia, the house of Totti in Florence has arrived."

Summer noon in the Apennine Peninsula is basically full of vicious sunshine combined with annoying cicadas, while in Florence, it is probably because the light rain has just stopped and the dark clouds have not completely faded away, which weakens the power of the summer sun layer by layer.Qiao Ya was already prepared to get sunburned when she got out of the carriage, but when she half-body leaned out of the carriage, she felt a cool wind passing by her cheeks.

"Are you sister Joya?"

Before she had time to look around, she heard a slightly immature voice with a Tuscan accent. She turned her head and looked towards the side where the voice came from, and saw a blond man about seven or eight years old. little boy is looking up at her.

It was probably because the sunshine on this day was so gentle that Qiaoya, who had been taking care of the child since she was a child, had a reflexive headache when she saw the child, had a little subtlety towards this boy who seemed to come out of an egg tempera painting. a feeling of.

Standing next to the boy was a middle-aged man wearing a Haublaide robe trimmed with ivory white gold silk. Although his appearance and temperament were not as handsome and bold as Rodrigo's, he had a certain Borgia personality about him. There is no affinity, and the slightly downward corners of the eyes show that this person is a mild-tempered person.

His hands naturally hung on the little boy's shoulders, and when he saw Qiao Ya, he smiled and said, "This is Qiao Ya, right?"

His words were not completely Tuscany local accent, in order to take care of Joya, he specially changed to a Roman accent.

And almost as soon as he opened his mouth, Joya was sure that this person was Martina's husband, Ricardo Totti, and this little boy was the only son of Martina and Ricardo, Marco.

In her letter, Vanessa briefly introduced the story of Martina leaving Rome to find a new life.

This era is not very tolerant of foreign single women. Martina stayed in Subiaco and Perugia for a while, but left for one reason or another.She heard that Florence under the rule of the Medici family had the least influence from the Holy See, so she decided to get up and go to Florence to seek a living. As a result, she was caught by the locals as a witch when she passed by a relatively closed village. .

Just when she thought her new life came to an abrupt end, a Florentine businessman who was also passing by and planned to do business in Rome bought her off the stake for five florins.

That businessman was naturally Ricardo.

However, according to Martina's letter to Vanosha, she did not marry Ricardo to repay the favor of saving her life, nor is she the kind of person who repays the favor with her own body, but because she saw in Ricardo Freedom I have never seen since I was a child.

That was something she had longed for ever since she was sensible.

Joya originally felt that the "freedom" mentioned in Martina's letter was too illusory, but when she was actually in Totti's mansion, she really felt what it meant to be a person from the already free Renaissance period. longing for freedom.

Ricardo himself runs a family bank, and also has several shops, including two pharmacies, a woolen factory, and other large and small shops. He is extremely wealthy. The Totti family also has a long history of family heritage. There are also several members who once held important positions in the city hall, and they can be said to be quite famous nobles in Florence.

The Totti House is located on the banks of the Arno River. From the second floor of the house, you can see the Ponte Vecchio and the Palace of the Lords not far away. It can be said that it is located in the city center of Florence. In the city of Voltra, there are several palaces that occupy a large area.

And it is such a family that occupies a pivotal position in both the business and political circles of Florence. At noon, in the huge house, there is only an old nanny in her sixties who is still serving the wife of the housewife who is sick and bedridden. The corridor was empty, only Qiao Ya, Ricardo and his son, and the three stubby shadows at noon remained.

Because there was no one else in the house, Ricardo picked up Qiao Ya's luggage. When he got it, he weighed it, raised his eyebrows, and said, "I didn't expect you to bring so many things. It’s still a bit heavy, but it’s not necessary, you can buy everything in the Vatican in Florence.”

Qiao Ya lowered her head in embarrassment: "Bring a few books to read..."

"You like reading books." Ricardo proudly said, "The Vatican has them, and Florence can buy them, and Florence has them, and the Vatican may not be able to buy them."

Even though he said so, he still carried Joya's luggage containing several books and left without any complaints, while Marco trotted behind him, turning his head and staring at Joya.

Qiao Ya looked at the back of the gorgeously dressed Ricardo carrying his luggage, hesitated for a while, and then asked, "Is there only... a maid in this house."

Ricardo paused, then turned his head to Qiao Ya and said with a smile: "Oh, of course not, there is a carnival at the Lord's Square on the other side of the river today, I gave the young people in my family a holiday, Let them go and have a good time."

Joya: "..."

This... is really a good boss with personalized management.

"Of course, Qiao Ya, you don't have to worry about running out of food." Ricardo patted his chest with his other hand, which was not carrying luggage. "Actually, I have always been very confident in my cooking skills."

Qiao Ya took another silent look at the exaggeratedly gorgeous Howbrid robe on his body.

Not to mention how hot it is to wear this big robe in summer, just thinking about living in a small kitchen wearing this cannon is already amazing.

Oh no, what is really amazing is that, as a nobleman, Ricardo can actually cook.

"You don't have to be surprised, Qiao Ya." Ricardo seemed to see the doubt in Qiao Ya's eyes, and the corners of his drooping eyes narrowed again, "Every member of the Totti family will learn to cook from an early age. In fact, I also used my culinary skills to win Martine's heart."

Joya: "..."

No... As expected of an Italian, he can successfully seduce a girl with a hundred ways of pasta.

When Qiaoya read Boccaccio's "Decameron", she had already experienced the luxury and natural atmosphere of the noble manor in Florence from the text, but when she really stepped into it, she felt another feeling.

The Totti House is located in the center of the city, and its floor space is naturally not as large as that of a rural villa. However, the delicate corridors, the fountains in the atrium, and the vines and potted citrus plants dotted between them create a sense of harmony between such a bustling and noisy city. This is a miniature version of the aristocratic pastoral life.

However, when he opened the door, he could hear the bustling traffic and voices on the street outside the house.

This is a delicacy and elegance that is completely different from the magnificent Vatican Palace and Orsini Palace.

"You're going to love Florence."

When Ricardo brought Qiao Ya to the room prepared for her, he said with a smile.

Martina fell asleep after eating the food prepared by Ricardo earlier. When Ricardo told Qiao Ya, he said in a tone between distressed and doting: "It's been difficult for her to be peaceful recently. She fell asleep steadily, so we let her rest first, and when she wakes up in the afternoon, she will be very happy to see Qiao Ya."

Although Qiao Ya was a little curious about this biological mother she had never met before, she was not as excited as ordinary people. She nodded at Ricardo with a slight smile, and then pushed away from her room. When she was about to enter the room, Marco, who had been just staring at her but didn't say much, suddenly reached out and grabbed her sleeve.

She froze for a moment, Ricardo patted Ma Ke's head lightly, and asked softly: "Marco, is there anything you want to tell my sister?"

Ma Ke just raised his head and stared at Qiao Ya's face without blinking. After a few seconds, he opened his mouth and said with some difficulty: "I, I picked a few in the yard in the morning. Put a white, white rose on sister's pillow."

His enunciation was a little vague, which was clearly contrasted with the sentence he asked Qiao Ya before.

While Qiaoya was wondering, Ricardo had already squatted down in front of Mako, holding Mako's cheeks with both hands, and said with a smile: "Our little Mako is awesome, he can express what he wants to say, The more you practice connecting, the more smoothly you will be able to speak.”

When Ricardo said this, Joya probably guessed a little bit, probably because Ma Ke suffered from some kind of disease, and he couldn't speak very fluently, so Ricardo kept encouraging him to express his thoughts in words with all his strength, As for the previous sentence "Are you sister Joya?" Ma Ke probably practiced for a long time before he could say it fluently.

Although Qiao Ya, a straight man, has always been puzzled by why the Venus in the famous painting is always naked, but facing such a hard-working child, she still feels a little soft in her heart.

What's more... What's more, this child is so beautiful!

Yangou Qiaoya suppressed the conflict of smoothing Ma Ke's hair, the shallow arc of the corner of her mouth remained unchanged, looked at Ma Ke with an alienated but gentle smile, and said sincerely: "Thank you, Ma Ke. "

Marko blinked into her blue eyes, let go of Joya's skirt, and said, "You're welcome."

This sentence was spoken fluently again, and it seemed that Ma Ke could often receive thanks from others.

After finding out that Joya didn't reject Marco, Ricardo got Joya's consent, and kept Mako by Joya's side, while he went straight to the kitchen, threatening to cook for himself, and challenged Joya. A guest who came all the way from Rome presented his masterpiece and prepared afternoon snacks for Martina.

"Martina won't be happy if she can't eat the cheese cake I made after waking up." Ricardo left these words with a smile, and hurriedly went downstairs.

And Qiao Ya put her hand on Marco's shoulder, looked at Ricardo's back, and secretly sighed in her heart, the cook in Totti's house must be worried that she would lose her job.

She dragged Marco into the room that Ricardo had prepared for her, and first saw a ray of sunshine from behind the dark clouds directly on the floor at her feet from the shutter facing the door.

Under the action of the sun, everything in the room was darkened, except for the scenery outside that one window, which was extremely bright.

She could see the layers of red roofs and ocher yellow brick walls in the city of Florence, and between these patchwork red and yellow, the slowly flowing blue Arno River, with gurgling water, each circle was thin and thin. The ripples of the sky, every little spray, reflect the sparkling light.

These colors constitute the strange and charming Florence in her eyes.

This is, quite different from Rome, another city.