Accompany Da Vinci's Super God Day

She was finally released from house arrest.

It is now AD 1479, and even Christmas is over.

Winter is coming, and there is a light snowfall in the city, which seems to be an understatement, and even the branches of the holly trees are not white.

Heidi waited for a long time, but the glassware never came back, and she felt a little worried.

It's not that she has a headache, whether the penicillin can do it or not—if the beef soup in the glass dish goes bad and becomes moldy, it will lure some mice and scorpions to crawl out from the dark, and maybe she will be suspected of being a witch again.

On the day the house arrest was lifted, Dejo took her to the office again.

The palace here is still different from the Buckingham Palace I have seen before.

The exterior walls of Renaissance palaces are simple and unadorned, with exposed bricks and stones, which looks like a bunker from a distance.

But as long as you walk in, step on the Persian soft carpet embroidered with golden lions, and take a look at the milky white walls and countless famous paintings, the sense of awe and solemnity sinks in your heart instantly.

The moment Heidi approached the office, there was still some fear in her heart.

The closer she was to Lorenzo, the more she felt a sense of involuntary powerlessness.

"sit."

The servant brought a four-corner stool covered with velvet upholstery, she bowed her head and sat on the opposite side of the table.

"What else but citrus?"

Lorenzo seemed to be writing some document, and he didn't look up at her from the beginning to the end.

"My lord, different research results require different experiment cycles." Heidi said calmly, "I need time to confirm the principle."

The swan quill paused on the paper for a while before continuing to write the following opinions.

"how long it takes?"

"See what you want."

"What's the name of that magical medicine you mentioned last time?"

"penicillin."

"Then do this first."

In fact, she didn't know the development time of penicillin at all.

And even if she can do it well in two or three months, she will delay it to two years to give herself more chances of survival.

Once he loses his use value and fails to find a way out, the ending will be disastrous.

"Probably... it will take at least five years." Heidi said uncertainly: "This thing needs repeated experiments and confirmation, and it also needs to be clinically tested."

She was afraid that he would not believe her, so she quickly added: "I can give you regular progress reports, and I won't neglect you."

Lorenzo didn't seem to care about these things, he just nodded and put a full stop casually.

"If you need anything, ask Kexima directly for help."

He raised his head, ready to ask about the glassware, but saw the girl clearly.

She is young, beautiful, and her skin is as fair as a pearl.

De Qiao arranged new clothes and hair accessories for her, and tidied her up neatly. At first glance, he thought it was a noble lady from a neighboring country.

"...Yes, do you have any other orders?" Heidi felt a little uncomfortable when he looked at her, and she retreated slightly.

"No." Lorenzo withdrew his gaze, ready to summon the next sponsored person: "You can go out now."

"Compared to that medicine, I hope you pay more attention to Florence." Heidi bravely said: "It doesn't have to be in absolute order."

This sentence is a bit over the top.

Lorenzo raised his eyes to look at her again, and smiled politely and distantly: "Does Miss Keisler think that the Medici family has not protected this city well?"

Heidi always remembered these things.

In addition to the fire of vanity, what needs to be intervened in advance is the Italian-French war.

Although she really couldn't understand why a 24-year-old young emperor could bring a military horse to conquer Florence, but this matter obviously cannot be directly mentioned now.

To mention it would be to offend, even humiliate him.

It is necessary to gain enough trust from the lord to warn him about this matter.

There is a proverb in Latin that warns people not to communicate with each other.

——This war is still at least ten years away, and the ending must be changed.

"Sir, I was hired by you from the bottom." Heidi still remembered the sinful fire in her heart, and said with emphasis: "In addition to the words of bishops and businessmen, you can also observe through thieves and parades. Take a look at this city."

"Some crises expand silently in inconspicuous places."

On the bright side, they are not considered enemies.

Now she doesn't know the name of that lunatic, how old he is, and where he lives. She only knows that this man will incite the crowd to destroy the whole of Florence and burn down countless treasures.

Lorenzo didn't nod, but just pointed out the door.

The young alchemist bowed again and stepped back.

When she leaned over, the curly black hair poured down, reminding him suddenly of the wind god Ofrosini in the poem.

After the assassination in the church, Florence was fully alerted, and even the bird's-eye view of the city had archers on duty to defend.

In the past few years, he has spent a lot of money, constantly holding luxurious and extravagant parades and carnivals, sponsoring dozens of painters and poets, and his reputation in the city has almost reached its peak.

——What did she mean by crisis?

From an intellectual level, Lorenzo did not want to take this warning seriously.

But the seeds of doubt and wavering have been quietly planted.

Heidi had been under house arrest for more than a month, and now she was finally able to breathe a sigh of relief, so she simply went to Da Vinci for a drink and a chat.

Ducale Palace is the old palace of later generations, and it has changed its name several times.

From here you can overlook the Plaza Mayor and glimpse a replica of David's statue.

On the first floor, there is a government hall that can accommodate more than [-] people. Aristocratic politicians often gather here for banquets and dances.

The second and third floors are used for the residence and office of various family members, and are resplendent and magnificent everywhere.

The artists funded by the Medici live in the south of the first floor. They can freely enter and exit the courtyard, and often gather in the courtyard to drink and chat. Occasionally, maids dance for them.

Heidi memorized the different paths, avoiding the ladies and ladies, and went all the way to the courtyard to visit her former boss.

——Now I’m a colleague.

Da Vinci was not there, but Keg was painting in the yard, and the palette was exuding a rich atmosphere.

She recognized several kinds at a glance—pink, blue, red, yellow, purple, and even purple.

Heidi took a few steps closer, and sure enough, she smelled the pungent smell of urine, and stepped back subconsciously.

"Miss Keithler?" Botticelli looked at the girl who was trying to leave quietly, and waved his hand: "You have finally been released?"

As soon as Heidi saw him, she thought of the horrible painting Da Vinci said, and only nodded.

"Come here to bask in the sun? The weather is very nice today." The blond man laughed, still looking gentle and talkative.

Heidi hesitated for a while, then sat down.

He's coloring a woodblock print, and it looks like he's only just getting started.

There is a clear draft on the wooden board, and the lines are extremely rich.

Half-naked young men and women are dancing for fun. In the background, mountain peach branches are intertwined with each other, women's hair and clothes are full of flowers, and a winged Cupid is drawing a bow and shooting an arrow.

"What's the name of this painting?"

"Primavera."

...white mahogany?

Heidi vaguely remembered something, but couldn't grasp her thoughts, and subconsciously asked, "Who are they?"

Botticelli adjusted the marks with a spatula and pointed to the man in the upper right corner.

"This is Zephyros, the god of the west wind, who wants to capture Cloris, the god of flowers."

The flower god was completely naked, with only a thin layer of veil covering her body, it was like the earth that had just melted from ice and snow.

She opened her mouth and wanted to exclaim, but a bunch of flower branches spit out from her mouth.

"What about her?" Heidi pointed to the woman with only some lines in the middle.

"She is... Venus." Botticelli lowered his eyes, his tone much gentler.

But that kind of look, it seems that he is not looking at some god from afar, but remembering an old friend.

Some secrets have been buried for too long, and at this moment there are ripples in my heart again.

my venus...

Heidi suddenly reacted.

She had always thought his name was a little familiar, but now she finally remembered it.

In this era when Christianity ruled Europe, there was a painter who always devoted his energy to pagan legends——

His paintings of Christ and the Holy Father are all to please those in power.

But in the end, it is the Venus painted by him one after another that left the immortal legend.

In his life, he painted the birth of Venus, Venus and God of War, and countless gods in Roman mythology.

And now, what he was witnessing... was "La Primavera".

In the painting are the gods and spring.

The three beauties look forward to the radiance, and the companions raise their arms to sing and dance, and countless roses and daisies are in full bloom.

Xiao Tong——it turned out to be that epoch-making great painter.

She not only worked as Da Vinci's maid, but also met such a pioneer.

At this moment, many subtle emotions gathered together, making Heidi a little speechless.

At this moment, she is truly standing in the center of the whirlpool of the Renaissance.

"You're drawing a pagan mythology..." She lowered her voice, "She's beautiful."

It is he who gave Venus a true and gentle face, and gave the clearest definition to the God of Beauty.

"The Medici family also needs new myths." Botticelli smeared the paint with a calm tone: "Lorenzo likes this one very much."

Heidi had gradually gotten used to helping Da Vinci handle the paint, and at this time, she also subconsciously helped.

Even if Botticelli didn't speak, she knew whether to inject whole egg liquid or egg white, and whether to add some other things to stir well.

There was also a bottle of ox gall on the low table, presumably it was a gift from some stubborn guy.

Although Da Vinci was afraid of politics and strife, he was always tolerant and tolerant in front of art, even when facing Botticelli.

"Speaking of which," she thought for a while before tentatively asking, "Why...are you called Keg?"

"Did he tell you my name?" Botticelli glanced at her, raised his smile and continued to color: "My brother is round and short, so everyone calls him Keg."

"Later, my parents thought this nickname was too cute, so they simply called me by that."

Then it spread out of nowhere.

Heidi stared at the corners of the picture that gradually gained layers and details, and subconsciously sighed: "There are so many lines, it may take several months to draw them all."

"It could be a year, maybe more."

While talking, she suddenly heard a light cough.

who is it?

"It's Leonardo." Botticelli didn't even turn his head: "He's at the side door, go there."

"Hey??"

Are you two so familiar now?

The author has something to say: [Notes on February 2]

Source: Baidu Encyclopedia

In terms of painting techniques, "Spring" did not adopt the oil painting technique that was popular in Flanders at that time, but adopted the traditional tempera painting technique.

Since the translucent egg white will form a hard layer of color after drying, it is a transparent color, so in this painting we can feel the pure and transparent effect that is close to watercolor painting.In the history of painting, there are many works depicting spring, but none of them can compare with Botticelli's "Spring".

Sandro Botticelli (Alessandro Filipepi, 1445-1510) was a famous painter in Florence at the end of the 15th century and the last painter of the Florentine school of early European Renaissance.

During the 15s and 80s, Botticelli was the most famous artist in Florence.His religious humanism is obvious and full of secular spirit.

In the later paintings, many works with the theme of classical mythology were added, and a considerable part of them used the theme of ancient Greek and Roman mythology.The style is elegant, beautiful, delicate and moving.In particular, he adopted a large number of pagan themes opposed by the church, and boldly painted naked figures, which had a great influence on future paintings.