Chapter 17: Easter night (on)

What should the masters in the history book look like?
Piercing eyes, angular jaws, coupled with a deep and calm character and talented talent, it seems that these are the necessary conditions for the masters to look forward to.
But if you come across not only the appearance of five big and three rough, not at all close to the artist's temperament, and even a little young man with a little brain, then the name of the master can't match him.
When he knew that he really could not go back, and then decided to stay in this era, Ding Mudeng once thought that since his life should be like this, then he could not waste such a good opportunity.
Although this era is full of chaos and turmoil, as long as you think about this era as one of the most shining periods in the history of human civilization, Ding Mu still feels that he is lucky.
He even thought that if he had the opportunity, he must see the masters and wizards who left immortal masterpieces in later generations, and if possible, witness the birth of those great works.
But now he somewhat doubts whether these ideas are a bit naive, as long as he thinks about the back that keeps waving his hand, it looks no weaker than the pig-killing stonemason who just passed the vegetable market, he thinks the word master is right That person is not suitable, at least not yet.
Ding Mu did not doubt that this person was not one of the famous three Renaissance masters. This is because although there are many people with the same name and surname in this era, not only the same name, but also a sculpture artist, there is only one after all, think about this guy again The age is just about the same, so it is almost certain that this person is Michelangelo Bonarotti.
But most importantly, Ding Mu vaguely remembered that in 1496, with the invasion of King Charles VIII, Michelangelo, who was studying art in Florence, had to be forced to leave his turbulent hometown, but it was also from that time From then on, this young man who had this extraordinary talent already started his brilliant art journey.
It just seems that the future master has no shadow yet. Not to mention that his stunning masterpieces have not yet been born, maybe the young man is still worried about which one to find a benefactor.
What if Michelangelo could be sponsored at this time?
Ding Mu flashed this thought in his mind, and laughed at himself.
Don't say that he has nothing now, even if he has a firm foothold in the future, it would be a bit tempting to say that he wants to sponsor those artists. In this era, anyone who can become an artist's protector, in addition to having sufficient financial strength, but also a strong party.
To be precise, Italy today is a strange era where art and war coexist, creation and destruction coexist.
Thinking about these Ding Mu shaking his head, he thought he should first think about what to do in the future. Now that he has arrived in Palermo, what should he do next?
Is it just like wandering around with gypsies?
Ding Mu doesn't think it's a good idea, and Old Gurga didn't retaliate him before, just because of family rules, but for a long time he will always find a chance to avenge his nephew.
Look at Sophia, Ding Mu thinks it is time to plan.
Like all cities, the Gypsies are not allowed to camp in Palermo, so they led the clan around the city and announced the arrival of their tribe to the Palermo people. The convoy crossed the city and entered a slowly upward valley along a road south of Palermo.
"It seems that we will be camping here tonight," as soon as the team stopped, Chasquina jumped from her car to Ding Mu's side and shouted, then lowered her voice and said, "Old Gurga seems to be What to do, I think he is sneaky with a few people, Gaje, if you can take Sofia away as soon as possible, Gurga ca n’t forget his nephew.

Ding Mu nodded gratefully. He knew that Chasquina was right. The gypsies might not stab them in the back, nor would they forget the stabs they had stabbed.
"I'm going to take Sofia to Palermo to see." Ding Mu looked back at the lighted city in the night. This might be the beginning of his new life.
"Go, go," Chasquina waved her hand, then took Sofia's face and looked carefully. "Look at how beautiful you are. Nashan must be very happy to see you now."
Sophia blinked her eyes, then shook her head in disapproval.
"Take care of her Jiajie people," Chasquina looked at Ding Mu critically. "Don't forget that she will have children for you in the future."
Xia Schina's words shook Ding Mu's body. He turned to look at Sophia around him. Although he looked more mature than many of his peers, he still could not imagine whether a 12-year-old child and children How big the relationship is, you can't help but think about the atmosphere of this era.
Old Gulja seemed to have forgotten Ding Mu and they greeted the entire tribe to set up a camp, he took a few people into the city.
The night is getting darker, but the city of Palermo is not only brightly lit, but also more lively than other times.
Walking on the street where the shoulders are shoving head to head, if you don't look closely, you may even get the illusion that this is just participating in a grand medieval makeup parade.
There are laughter and noisy crowds everywhere, shiny feathers, thin woolen flat hats, gorgeous and exotic cardigan robes, exaggerated inlaid lace skirts, groups of young men and women hug each other Crossing the street, the curved tip of the shoe kept beating on the stone floor, as if decorating the madness of the night with silent tunes.
Several young men running around on the street holding a torch and shouting loudly saw the oncoming Ding Mu and they immediately greeted them around and whistled while shaking the torch in front of their eyes.
As Ding Mu guarded Sophia vigilantly, the young men yelled and ran towards others.
"Praise God, Praise Christ, Praise the sacrifice of St. Peter and the soul of St. Rosalia!"
The young people couldn't stop shouting loudly, and it was mixed with young women who seemed to be annoyed but actually exuded with secret joy.
"A group of crazy boys," an elderly old man stood by the road watching the young men shake their heads, but then shook the colorful papers in their hands to Ding Mu and Sophia standing in the middle of the road. Come on young people, why do n’t you follow them to march. Do n’t worry, everything is ok, God will forgive you, as long as you spend a little money, you can get the atonement, which was blessed by the Pope, Believe me with this, you will be forgiven by the Pope. "
The old man who sold the atonement shouted strenuously. When Ding Mu ignored him and took Sophia away, the shouting turned into a whispered curse: "It's really stingy, let you have no good results, even if a hundred atonement signs It won't save you. "
Of course, Ding Mu didn't hear the old man's wicked words. Under the impetus of the flow of people, the two walked slowly along the main street towards the old palace.
The palace of Palermo is almost empty all the year round. This is because for Sicily, the king of Aragon, Ferdinand II, the king of Sicily is only a "part-time".
Although both Ferdinand II himself and his skillful wrist are not inferior to his wife Isabella I, Sicily attaches great importance to it, but the king of the co-owner is after all far in the Iberian Peninsula, so Most of the time, Palermo sits in the palace of the Kingdom of Sicily.
The original royal palace built by Saracen and Norman successively became the office and private residence of successive palace ministers.
Is another string of torches passing through the shadows in the distance, and the figure of Chuo Chuo fills the streets and alleys against the fire.
The more people walk toward the palace, the more people there are on the street. Gradually, the entire street was tightly blocked, and it seemed that the parade was filled everywhere.
Sophia followed Ding Mu blankly forward, although laughter and noise were everywhere, but she was a little puzzled. So when she arrived, she simply poked Ding Mu's elbow with her finger and made a gesture of confusion and inquiry to him.
Ding Mu soon understood what she was wondering. In addition to consulting with Chasquina, he had been trying to learn from Sophia for a while, and gradually he could already understand the meaning of Sophia's gestures.
For example, now Sophia wonders what the people around are doing, or she wonders what is special about the festival for the Palermo people.
Ding Mu had some headaches about this problem. He knew exactly what the Palermo people were doing, but he was a little bit distressed how to tell Sophia these things.
Because the special relationship between Sicily, or the Palermo people and Easter is really "long talk", and the complex relationships among them are also clueless. If you want to understand these reasons, you have to start from more than 200. Speaking years ago.
Ding Mu did n’t think Sophia had the patience to listen to some old things, so when he wondered how to tell Sophia a incident caused by a ’s lower body incident, which led to the story that Sicilian and Easter had to tell, As the loud horn sounded, a team of palace guards passed by the cathedral door and walked along the street.
A single-ridged wide-brimmed helmet, a full breastplate, a red inner lining lined with thick velvet, and a spear with typical fish-tailed wings, a team of Spanish spearmen guiding the drums Walking down the street at a neat pace.
There were enough torches around the team, and the already brightly lit streets looked like daylight.
As the team passed by, the people on both sides of the street bowed slightly to salute one of the middle-aged noblemen riding on the white horse.
Because they were far away, Ding Mu couldn't see the man's appearance, but his strong body type gave him a deep impression.
As the team got closer and closer, the cheers of the people on UU reading www.uukanshu.com street also became louder and louder. Ding Mu had already heard the crowd shouting other than shouting "Long live the king and queen" All are "Long live Lord Gomez".
In response to the people, the middle-aged noble kept waving his arms to the crowd on both sides of the road, and whenever he stopped, the follower would grab a handful of gold coins from a large pancake to the crowd Throw it.
In exchange for screams and louder cheers.
Julian Don Gomez, the current Prime Minister of the Kingdom of Sicily.
The parade approached gradually, and Ding Murla retreated to the street porch with Sophia. He knew that the people who were very excited at this time were more likely to become crazy because someone squandered money. He did not want to be a bad luck in the stampede. egg.
There is a wooden staircase protruding above the house at Ding Mu Station. Obviously, the owner of the house usually rests under the rain porch, because Ding Mu saw a A wooden pier that can be used as a chair.
Seeing Sophia keep tipping her toes and looking at the street, Ding Mu reached out and picked her up, ready to let her stand on that wooden pier.
At this moment, a flash of light flashed from the top of Ding Mu's head, which he inadvertently raised his head. He used to glance upwards. Under the fire, Ding Mu clearly saw an arrow protruding from the gap between the stairs.
The quadrangular prismatic cone-shaped arrow looks so familiar. Ding Mu didn't even need to think that behind the stairs, there was a pair of powerful crossbows aiming at someone on the street!
Almost without thinking, Ding Mu pushed Sophia away, and while throwing the dagger from his arms to the gap between the stairs, he let his throat open and issued a loud warning to the approaching team: "There are assassins ! "