I didn't know you were such a vampire

The next day, there was still no sunshine in the sky over Florence. Qiaoya got up early in the morning and stepped out of the door, and heard Arturo and Sirio complaining about the abnormal weather this year by the fountain in the atrium.

"Madam's illness must also be related to the weather." Lisa sat on the edge of the fountain, sighed, and said, "Since the frequent light rains this summer, Madam's illness has worsened, and she can't even leave the door." She said Then, as if he had discovered something, he paused and complained, "Ah... the last carnation has withered too."

"Summer is almost over, too," said Syrio.

Summer is coming to an end, and the Apennine Peninsula is about to usher in a wet winter.

This was the season Joya was looking forward to the most in the past. At this time, Lisa said that the carnations had withered, which made her feel a little sorry. He looked at the door of Martina's room, but just saw Ricardo coming out of Martina's room. His face was still tired and haggard, and he looked more like a patient than Martina.

He saw Qiao Ya standing in the corridor on the second floor with a glance, and couldn't help but smile, and said, "When are you leaving today?"

"Maybe you can say an afternoon prayer at home before leaving." Qiao Ya also responded with a smile.

The lunch of the day at Totti's house was pasta cooked by Lisa, who was deeply taught by Ricardo.

After so many days, Joya’s pasta PTSD is almost healed. She can sit with Ma Ke, wrap the pasta with a fork calmly, put it in her mouth, and chew it carefully. Then listen to Ricardo tell about the interesting things that happened in Florence recently.

When Ricardo prayed before lunch, his spirit recovered a lot, probably because Qiao Ya didn't like talking very much, and Marco never said a word, so even if he was not in the mood, Ricardo would He will consciously assume the role of an active atmosphere at the dinner table, and the three young servants who will accompany him will act as a fan, contributing to the story of his master's small dinner table in the Totti family.

This is probably the most harmonious and peaceful time of the day in Totti's residence, so that when Piero first discussed the start time of club activities, Joya, who has always seldom expressed her opinions, insisted on joining club activities after lunch at home. .

"So Mr. Medici agreed to your request so easily?" Ricardo smiled and asked Qiao Ya who was sitting opposite.

Joya smiled and said, "Mr. Medici said he could understand my desire to spend more time with my mother, so he overcame all arguments and decided that the meeting time would be after lunch every day."

Ricardo nodded and said, "Mr. Medici is very different from his father?"

He raised his head and saw two children, one big and one small sitting across from him staring at him with bright eyes, he laughed and said, "What story are you interested in again today?"

Qiao Ya and Marko looked at each other, read the message from Marko's blue eyes, and said: "Marco and I both understand the 'very different' stories of Mr. Big Medici and Mr. Little Medici. very interested."

Ricardo raised his eyebrows, this action had some mischievous meaning, which made the tiredness and sadness in his eyes a little less, he leaned back slightly, leaned on the chair, seemed to think about it, and then said : "Gioia, you should have been to the Church of the Holy Cross not long ago to see the Botticelli paintings in the Medici family's private collection, right? Then you still remember the appearance of Venus in Botticelli's paintings, right?" ?” He paused, and then said, “Not only Venus, but also Athena, and the Virgin Mary.”

Qiao Ya frowned slightly, and began to think about the paintings of Botticelli she saw at that art exhibition.

The most conspicuous and beautiful women occupying the screen all have long red or golden hair, slender faces, straight noses, and slightly sad eyes.

They... all look alike.

Since Botticelli often put members of the Medici family and himself on canvas, she believed that Botticelli had only one female model.

"That's what I mean." Ricardo nodded, "He does have only one female model, but this model has passed away many years ago, and his subsequent paintings are all based on his memory of that lady , drawn."

Qiao Ya was a little surprised: "If all of this..."

Before the remaining "not love", Ricardo said slowly: "The lady is named Simonetta, from Genoa, when she was 15 years old because she married Marco Vespucci, she came to the Florence. She was very beautiful, with a gentle personality and elegant temperament, and soon won the love of the Florentines, including Lorenzo Medici and Giuliano Medici who were still alive at the time. "

"However, Lorenzo is busy with official duties and doesn't have much time to pursue beauty. His younger brother Giuliano is well-known in the city. One year, both brothers participated in a show in the Piazza Santa Croce In the equestrian competition held, Giuliano rode a white horse, and his attendants waved a banner with a celebration pattern of Athena, the goddess of victory. Athena in the painting was the face of Simonetta, and below the flag was a string of French The inscription, 'La Sans Pareille', means 'the incomparable man', and the painter of this painting is Botticelli himself."

Qiao Ya blinked her eyes, and from Ricardo's calm narration, she had already imagined the unprecedented grandeur of the equestrian competition.

Two men standing at the top of power and wealth in Florence, for a woman, engaged in an exciting competition.

"Later, Giuliano won the competition, although no one knew whether Simonetta accepted him, but since then, Simonetta has been hailed as the 'Queen of Beauty' in Florence and has become the well-deserved number one beauty in Florence. But..." Ricardo paused, "Just one year later, Simonetta passed away at the age of 22."

Qiao Ya exhaled, thought for a while, and said, "What illness did she die from?"

This time, Ricardo didn't answer her, but lowered his head and rolled up his cold pasta with a fork. This was the first time he was silent at Totti's lunchtime story meeting.

This lunch did not end with Hele's story and Ricardo's smiling conclusion, which made everyone who listened to the story a little unhappy. Such emotions followed Joya, who passed through the city from Florence After passing the Arno River, we came to the Medici Villa in the suburbs.

She stepped on the stone path from the atrium to the garden, walked around the rose bushes along the winding path, and just saw a corner of the garden pavilion, and felt several eyes all nailed on her body at once.

She stopped for a while, then took another step forward, and then saw that the members who participated in the club activities the day before had already sat in the gazebo in the garden, everyone was sitting in a different posture, or leaning on the back of the chair, Or resting her chin with her hand, but without exception, the direction she is facing is the stone path she is on.

Only Caius was sitting in the corner, with his face facing the direction of Florence in the distance. From her direction, he could only see his side face, but he could accurately capture the impatience in his eyes, as well as the usual hostility.

During the day his eyes were darker, dark brown again, with a hint of wine red.

"Miss Qiao Ya, we have been waiting for you for a long time."

Piero's voice pulled her thoughts back from Caius' eyes, she hastily withdrew her gaze, looked at the others, with a smile of apology on her face, raised the corner of her skirt, and sped up Stepping, walked to the side of the garden gazebo.

The attendants of the Medici family had spread the snacks and wine all over the table in the gazebo, and everyone sat around the table one by one, and Caius was surrounded by Piero, who was boldly sitting on his left. Outside, no one dared to approach him, only there was an empty chair on his right.

Qiao Ya was walking towards that chair, the black curly-haired boy in the crowd seemed to stand up reluctantly, and said, "How about...Miss Qiao Ya should sit in my seat, I'll sit over there... "

Before he finished speaking, Caius turned his head slightly and looked at him. He immediately stopped talking and sat back.

Qiao Ya smiled and pulled away the chair on Caius' right side and took a seat, saying, "I'm most afraid of the cold, so I'd better sit beside Mr. Volturi to cool down."

The crowd immediately fell into silence, Caius turned his face sideways, and his hostile eyes fell on top of her head.

And Piero beat the table vigorously with one hand, covered his stomach with the other, and laughed loudly: "Look, let me just say, walking with Caius in summer is really an unparalleled sensory enjoyment!"

Amidst the silence of the crowd, his laughter seemed particularly abrupt.

At this time, a servant of the Medici family walked around the rosebush holding the laurel wreath of the previous day and walked up to Piero.

Piero patted his chest, managed to stop his laughter, then touched the tears from the corners of his eyes with his cuff, stood up slowly, took the laurel wreath from the tray in the servant's hand, and Turning his gaze, he looked at Qiao Ya.

At this time, Qiao Ya just turned her head to the side, met his gaze, narrowed her eyes slightly and smiled.

Joia ended the day's community activities at evening prayer the day before, took off the laurel crown she wore on her head, and announced that the next day's king was Piero.According to regulations, Piero will take over the laurels representing power today, tell the story of the day, and designate the king of the next day during evening prayers.

He lowered his eyes, looked at the laurel wreath in his hand, and gently tapped the branches and leaves of the laurel wreath with his right ring finger.

"Now, I am today's king." Piero raised his head, looked directly at the crowd, and said, "Everyone has to listen to me."

Several aristocratic teenagers who were familiar with him couldn't help laughing out loud when they heard his speech, and one of them said with a smile: "Yes, yes, we all listen to you, what story is our king going to tell today?"

Piero raised his chin and said, "I won't tell a story today." He turned his head, looked at Qiao Ya, and said, "I declare that I will hand over my crown to Miss Qiao Ya, and she will replace me as today's the king."

As soon as he spoke, the others opened their eyes in surprise, and Sofia screamed: "Piero, you are breaking the rules."

Piero raised the corners of his mouth high, and said with a smile: "I am the king today, and I am the rule, and you all have to obey me." He paused, and then said, "However, after all, none of you Aren't people curious about the second half of yesterday's story?"

The voice of questioning was heard in an instant, and everyone became quiet again.

"No doubts?" Piero laughed twice, then left his seat holding the crown in both hands.

He pretended to hold his chest up, from his seat to Qiao Ya's seat, these few steps actually showed the appearance of a guard of the Pope's guard, and when he reached Qiao Ya's side, he half-knelt down and held the laurel wreath Hold it up high, with a half-joking, half-serious tone, "Please wear your crown, our queen."