Vol 3 Chapter 19: Phantom

Joanna is very young, it does not matter whether she is beautiful or not.
The point is that she is a widow.
Alexander suddenly found himself ignoring such an important thing.
According to custom, although Ferdinand was dead and his uncle Frederick inherited the Naples throne, Joanna remained a descendant of the Aragon family or as Ferdinand ’s wife, whether it was originally a descendant of the Aragon family Has the title of Queen of Naples.
If it was not that Frederick had a wife, and the power was not small, in order to stabilize the throne, Frederick might not have the idea of ​​marrying his nephew's wife in a stable identity.
But even so, Joanna and Naples are still inextricably linked. As long as you think about it, you can find out if anyone can become Joanna's next husband, and Frederick's son Alfredo just happens to die early. Even if heirs are lost, then what will be the result, it is really difficult to imagine.
Thinking about it this way, Alexander found that Constantine de la Rovere had the kind of stormy admiration that Joanna suddenly showed, maybe it contained a lot of things.
What about Xia Sang?
She is the daughter of Alfonso II and Ferdinand's sister. If her uncle Frederick will not have an heir in the future, is it possible for her to inherit the throne of Naples?
Thinking of this, Alexander suddenly felt that Joanna's assassination might be more complicated than he thought.
At least in the city of Rome, her safety involves more than one person in the future.
Thinking of this Alexander was a bit of a headache, the woman who seemed to be a pure widow suddenly turned into a hot sweet, and she was still unclear with her old man, which made Alexander's head a bit. Big, and this kind of trouble is destined to become more and more serious.
Because it is clear that the solicitation of Giovanni and Chasang suddenly showed him their real purpose, but he hoped that everyone around Joanna would become their help. I can imagine such an isolated widow. , Surrounded by a group of people who secretly trusted others, and what will happen over time is really unimaginable.
"Everyone in Lowellé's family is very cunning," Xia Sang showed a disgusted look. She glanced at Alexander, as if she wanted to know his reaction to his words from his look. Seeing that Alexander did not show a complacency, she Indifferently, he continued, "This family was very prominent in Rome a few years ago, but that was all gone, and now they are not the same as they were when they came back, and the Roveray family has fallen."
I do n’t think so, Alexander said secretly in his heart.
In the future, the Loviré family will become the master of Rome like the Borgia family, and at least the family ’s reputation will be more than Pogia ’s bad reputation full of depravity, conspiracy, decay, and even breaking through the taboo of blood relatives. Much better.
Of course, the Rovere family is unlucky now. Although they have returned to Italy thanks to the French, they will soon have a man with their tails back as the French team loses. They may even have to be driven out of Rome and Italy again. peninsula.
"I don't want to see Luo Weilei's family harassing my sister-in-law, so I hope someone can help me protect her." Xia Sang looked at Alexander.
I said so much before, and it was obvious that she was soliciting. She is now waiting for Alexander to respond. If everything goes well, there will be more people around Joanna who take orders from her, so at least during this period in Rome, Joe Anna wants to obey their arrangement.
"It is my duty to protect Her Majesty Joanna, whether it is to be a vassal of Naples or to pay her, it is my duty."
Alexander's answer was flawless, but he didn't show much of what it meant to mean loyalty, which made Xia Sang's face involuntarily reveal a trace of disappointment.
"It's best to be like this. We all hope that His Majesty Joanna will be happier during this time in Rome."
Giovanni did not show displeasure because Alexander ’s answer was not enough, he always smiled, he interrupted a little when Xia Sang was going to say something, and then led Alexander to visit him enthusiastically Gilpitts Palace.
The Gilpitz Palace can be said to be a rich collection of museums, whether it is early paintings and sculptures in the style of ancient Romans and Goths, or mosaic portraits of East Roman style with rich oriental colors, or simply precious from the Moorish country. The weapons made Alexander feel envious, and what surprised him was that he actually saw Botticelli's work in Giovanni's palace.
As the irrefutable art capital of this era, Florence is undoubtedly the most attractive art sanctuary, and this time Botticelli is one of the most admirable masters in this art sanctuary.
Da Vinci also indulged in his whimsical thoughts.
Michelangelo is just emerging.
Raphael is still just a little kid.
So now the most brilliant master is Botticelli.
Botticelli has never left Florence for almost his entire life, and his destiny has always been linked to this art capital. Although he has left many works for future generations, he also destroyed himself more The best works, but in addition to Florence, rarely find Botticelli's paintings.
So when he saw a picture of the Three Kings on the zenith of Gilpitz Palace, which was not inferior to the zenith painting of the Sistine Cathedral, Alexander opened his mouth slightly.
"This is really a miracle," Alexander sighed with a meaning that only he could understand.
The reason why he sighed so much was because he knew that Botticelli had spent his life. The only time he painted outside Florence was when he was called to the Vatican to paint the Sistine Chapel more than ten years ago. Ticelli was the only time in his life to go far.
So when he saw that in addition to the Sistine Chapel, Botticelli left his masterpiece in the Gilpitz Palace, Alexander was surprised and wondered. How could such a masterpiece be unknown in later generations?
Giovanni, who saw him like this, slightly looked up with his head, and carefully admired the painting he had been familiar with, but he would still be delighted with the inexplicable Zenith painting every time he looked carefully.
"Some people don't like Botticelli's work, thinking that he is surrendering to the world and even depravity," Giovanni said casually. He didn't actually expect the countryman to understand his words, one from the lower Italian countryside How can the little lord understand the connotation of such great works, but no matter how someone can accompany him to watch these great works, this is enough. "This master's paintings are always full of the pursuit of color and the characterization of characters. Some people think that this is wrong, even kitsch is degenerate, but I like this style. This is a masterpiece that looks gorgeous enough to be integrated into it. "
"What you said to the Duke, great work."
Alexander echoed, watching Giovanni completely immersed in his obsession with paintings. He knew that the duke ’s exclamation was obviously not for him, and he did not want to show anything special in front of these people. I don't want to tell the duke that this is probably the only painting in Botticelli's life for private individuals outside Florence.
Giovanni's sigh did not last long. Just when he wanted to continue to say something to express his feelings, a follower walked away at a brisk pace and he whispered something in Giovanni's ear.
Immediately, Giovanni's smile disappeared, and his face, which had always seemed relaxed and happy, was faintly gloomy.
"It seems I can't leave you to continue to appreciate these great masterpieces, but fortunately you should stay in Rome for a long time, there will always be opportunities." Giovanni said to Alexander with a smile, the previous unpleasant It was gone, and even after Alexander bowed and turned away, he still kept a smile on his face.
It was only when Xia Sang approached him that Giovanni's expression slowly sank.
"Is this person useful to us?" Xia Sang also looked at the distant Alexander back. "A farmer in the country."
"Farmers in the country may sometimes be more useful than the nobles who have their own watches, just like your husband." Giovanni shook his head disapprovingly.
"Jeffrey is your brother." Xia Sang pouted slightly.
"So this is even worse." Giovanni shook his head helplessly and said, "Okay, let's go see Jeffrey, he's almost there."
When Alexander left Gilpitz Palace, he happened to see a carriage with a badge of the Borgia family protected by several guards parked in front of the palace.
The person coming was obviously in a hurry, so before the carriage stopped, a very flexible figure had jumped off the car. Although a little far away, Alexander still saw that it should be a young man, or to be precise Is a teenager.
The teenager wore a striking dark red knee-length short robe, a pair of white trousers emerged from the hem of the short robe, a black back velvet cap was worn on his head, and a long string of spikes dragged from behind His shoulders shook with his movements, reducing the gloom of this teenager's face that was not in accordance with his age.
The young boy glanced at the Alexander who had come out of the palace, and then quickly walked past him, while the guards next to him looked at Alexander who could not help but look back at the young man with a watchful eye.
The teenager who didn't look very happy was probably Jeffrey Pogia. Alexander guessed secretly.
Jeffrey Borgia was married to Xia San of Naples when he was 12 years old. Now he should be 14 years old, an age full of rebellion and rashness.
Young people of this age have stubbornness and suspicion of all people who think they are mature. The character that is easily excited because of the restlessness of youth always makes them make impulsive decisions. If this young man can really make these decisions For the ability and conditions of action, then they often do things that make elders and adults stunned.
Watching Jeffrey Borgia blaze into the back of Gilpitts Palace, I can't think of Giovanni's inexplicable death in less than a year. Alexander looked up and looked at this rather majestic. The palace of Canal can't help but think of the painting of Botticelli in the Palace of Gilpitz that was never known in later generations.
For a time, Alexander felt that the palace had become less comfortable.
There are many French soldiers patrolling the streets.
Slowly, Alexander noticed that, apart from the Tiber River as a boundary, the French did not look beyond the bridge. It seemed that there were some places on the east bank of the Tiber River that were not patronized.
These places include a large area that looks a little chaotic, but the row-by-row houses are full of busy streets.
The carriage that sent Alexander back just happened to cross this block.
The street is messy, and the front door houses are filled with various stalls to squeeze the street very narrow and look like a big market.
However, many people do not stop in front of the stalls, it is those houses that people enter and exit.
Some men in dark robes walked in and out in a hurry with bows, and more people seemed to be whispering, gathering together in small groups to whisper something.
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Alexander casually leaned on the wagon and looked outside. The block was crowded and busy, and there was some kind of tension that didn't exist anywhere else that seemed to urge people to move forward.
"Greedy Jews," the courier who had been with Alexandria whispered. When he saw Alexandria, he pointed to the outside of the car. "These people live in Jews. They rely on usury to print Indian money and other people know. Dirty business makes a fortune, like a group of goats rushed away by whips all day long, but their whips must be made of gold, otherwise they will not move much even if they are killed. step."
Alexander nodded. He knew that the reputation of the Jews is equally bad. In fact, as long as you think about the image of Sherlock in The Merchant of Venice, you can understand how despised and disgusted the Jews are.
Although, at this time, Shakespeare's grandfather has not yet been born.
Despite this, Sherlock is exactly the one who has a real flesh-and-blood character in the drama "The Merchant of Venice".
Alexander thought so deliberately, until he accidentally looked up and saw a figure that seemed familiar in the crowd.
At that time, the man also saw Alexander in the carriage.
That man was Kunto's brother, the Clariant beside Palermo priest Alfonso! .
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