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*Quotation from Matthew The judge made a "please" gesture to him.Pazzi bowed and turned to Lorenzo with his hands behind his back: "I have doubts."

Lorenzo nodded slightly.Pazzi stared at him: "Excuse me, why do you want to buy our monastery?"

"I think I have made it very clear," replied Lorenzo.

"That's your apparent reason, and we all know it's nonsense." Pazzi's raised fish eyes looked around, "But—you guys, do you think it's true?"

"I don't think so, my lord," Coronafly replied immediately, "suspicious! It's very suspicious!"

He got up and looked around, as if he wanted to seek support from others, while the rest of the members were silent—the fisherman even shrank his shoulders uncomfortably: this was so different from the atmosphere of unity he had imagined. "I have a horrible idea, but I can't be sure." Pazzi faced Lorenzo again, "Can you please answer my doubts - next, will you also acquire the area around the monument? Or, The surrounding area is actually already your industry?"

His voice suddenly became harsh.

This is just an excuse.He had waited a long time for this.Lorenzo and Poliziano exchanged a look, suppressing the doubts in their hearts.Patsy was not such a procrastinator.He is procrastinating - what is he waiting for?

There was no point in concealing it now: sooner or later, his plans would eventually be reported to the ruling body. "We did think so," Lorenzo replied.

"Very well," said Patsy, with a sudden gleam of pleasure in his eyes; he looked so content as if he had seen a rabbit fall into a hunter.He turned around and faced the other members, "What did we hear, gentlemen! I guess most of you have already heard about the ownership of Lauren Street, but His Excellency's plan obviously goes beyond that. If he succeeds, we will The entire city of the city—the entire core of the free and great city will be surrounded by the same family's estate! He even wants to build a monument! What is this, is this commemorating the glory of the city or the glory of the family?"

"What do you mean?" Niccolo exclaimed.Today it is his turn to attend with Poliziano and the Duke: "Pay attention to your words!"

"Don't worry, young man, I'm afraid it's not your turn to teach me a lesson." Those clammy green eyes didn't even give Niccolò a glance, and he didn't even look at Lorenzo—it wasn't him who belonged to the Medici. Desired Audience, "I did not finish. I must say this with great regret—it is not easy, but it is what my duty entrusts to me—my righteous colleagues, the ambitions of this family have reached The level of fear! He will also acquire three important buildings, as if he has drawn his own borders and built a city within a city! - including our great and beautiful San Marco Monastery! I must warn you to be vigilant: They will not stop there: they will divide our city and claim it!"

"Your Excellency," Pazzi turned to the judge and said in his usual bell-like voice, "I am afraid that a tyrant has appeared in our city."

No one answered.

Someone gasped, which was all the more obvious in the silence.Some people stared at the tabletop, while others looked up at Pazzi with unconcealable shock in their eyes.For half a century, the Medici family has been the pillar and center of Florence. The leader of the family is the wealthiest businessman in the city-state, as well as the envoy of political mediation and the leader of resisting foreign enemies.In the eyes of most people, the glory of the family has long been inseparable from the glory of the city: they also forged the glory of the city-state while earning their own glory.For the first time in ten years, for the first time, someone publicly impeached them openly, blatantly and mercilessly bringing the conflict to the surface.

Corona laughed out loud, while the stakeholders of the Medici family turned blue, and their eyes were already on Lorenzo for the first time, with both dependence and orders in their eyes: as the master of the family, he must handle the situation well. The current situation.The neutral man avoided silently, while the fisherman looked like he was about to tremble. He stared at Lorenzo in panic, opened his mouth, and said nothing.

"Ridiculous!" Niccolo exclaimed.He almost stood up, and Poliziano pressed back firmly.Even so, he exclaimed: "How dare you impose such an absurd title on a righteous citizen?"

Duke Medici sat in his seat, his expression still calm.He said calmly: "This is a very serious accusation, Mr. Patsy."

"I'm afraid there are more serious ones." Pazzi said, looking at the door again.At this moment, a guard in black hesitantly opened the door.So he immediately turned to the judge. "Your Excellency," he said in a deep voice, "I would like to call a witness. He will certainly give an insightful opinion on this."

The attendant reported: "Father Girolamo of San Marco asks for an audience."

Even Poliziano frowned.He exchanged an anxious look with Lorenzo. "Irrelevant people are not allowed to attend the meeting, Your Excellency!" Niccolo protested.

"He is not irrelevant." There was even a trace of unconcealable smugness coming out from under Pazzi's solemn mask, "Brother Girolamo is the priest of St. Mark's, the spokesperson of God sent by the Holy See to Florence! As long as the Pope does not withdraw his order, before Christ, St. Mark's Church is his church!"

The gray-haired old judge looked at Lorenzo, and the Duke nodded silently: it would be impolite to reject a highly respected priest at this time; moreover, he also wanted to know what Girolamo could say.The Dominican priest was quickly invited into the hall. He was wearing a thick white cloak, and under the cloak was still a night-black robe, making him look more and more crooked and thin, like an old crow.Holding a heavy velvet bag in his bony hand, he walked quickly to the center of the meeting hall with it, and stood in front of Lorenzo, staring at Lorenzo with his slightly protruding eyes, and then Like a vulture pouncing on its prey.

He had apparently heard about the recent acquisition. "I have learned that the Medici also bought a small church in the other two directions. Our church, this church and his mansion will form a triangle—a triangle! This is not only an act of a gangster— —His plan is to piece together such a sacred pattern in this city with his inheritance! What is this? This is an offense to the structure of the Trinity, the blasphemy of the Father, Son and Holy Spirit! May the Lord forgive his sins— —this is blasphemy!"

The old judge shuddered at his choice of words.Girolamo turned a blind eye, and he took a step forward: "Is the so-called 'charity' earlier your advance payment, my lord?" He said in an almost vicious tone, "Dirty coins How dare you defile the House of God?—give it back to you!"

As his tone suddenly rose, the monk suddenly lifted the velvet bag and threw it heavily at the Duke.Poliziano quickly blocked it, and with a loud bang, the velvet bag fell to the ground, and golden coins poured out from the opening, making a crisp and chaotic sound.

There was an uproar - not only because of the staggering crime, but also because the priest's actions could already be considered an attack.Niccolo slammed the long table and yelled angrily: "Guards!—Where are the guards?!"

Many have left their places and are talking angrily or restlessly.The meeting ended hastily with the hasty announcement of the judge, and several guards loyal to the Medici quickly stepped forward and invited Girolamo, who seemed to be about to make a further speech, politely and irresistibly.A moment later, his angry voice still echoed in the corridor.Niccolo looked back at Lorenzo's expression, the Duke still maintained his composure, which made his heart drop slightly.

If he was more familiar with Lorenzo, he would find that the duke's composure was close to indifference.As if he was not the one who was almost attacked, all this was just a well-planned farce.It wasn't until the Medici and his party walked out of the Municipal Palace and returned to the Medici Palace under the escort of the attendants that the door of the study was slammed shut. Lorenzo finally turned to Poliziano.

"Write to the Swiss," he murmured, "and tell them: The time has come to serve me."

At the end of November, the first grains of snow fall on the blue-gray stonework of Florence.Florence has not had such heavy snow for many years.Snowflakes are spreading down on the buildings and streets, covering up the magnificent brick and red roof tiles in pure white.The first snow gave Girolamo an excellent excuse; in his sermon this week, he bluntly pointed out that the rare snow was to "purify crimes" because the city had bred an unbelievable and serious crime. sin. "The kingdom of heaven is at hand, repent ye!" * He quoted from the Gospels, "I say unto you, the hour unheard of is at hand! Who has forgotten the words of Isaiah?—Prepare the Lord's Way, make his way straight! Drive out the blasphemous, the irreverent, the guilty, cut off the heretics and the prostitutes from us!—they made Florence a place of corruption— "

He persuades people in a way that borders on intimidation, with loud, shocking, creepy language.On the second day, another speech criticizing extravagance was given.He mentioned the story of St. Martin, telling how the real saint cut his only cloak in two and shared it with the naked beggar in front of him, attacking people for "easily bought by small favors", and giving wealth is what the rich should do obligation.He mentioned the same scripture over and over pointedly: "It is easier for a camel to go through the eye of a needle than for a rich man to enter the kingdom of God!"

When the messenger arrives, Lorenzo and Giovanni are building a snowman in the garden with Giulio.Giuliano is out, and it falls to them to accompany the young children.Under Lorenzo's suggestion, the three of them worked together to form a majestic snow lion, and every gardener applauded for their masterpiece.The maid took Giulio aside in a timely manner, and the messenger recounted Girolamo's sermon today in a low voice. Not far away, the flaxen-haired child raised his head and looked puzzled at the smiling face that gradually faded from the face of "father". left.

He broke free from the maid, ran towards Lorenzo tremblingly, touched Lorenzo's face with his small cotton-gloved hands, and was satisfied to see that "father" really smiled again.The maid apologized in a panic, and quickly took him away again. The three left the snowy courtyard and returned to the warm fire in the hall.Lorenzo took off his leather gloves and threw them over the fireplace when he heard many people echoing the priest after the sermon.

Logs crackled in the fire, and the fine snow that fell on Lorenzo's eyelashes melted quickly.Giovanni watched him.In front of him, Lorenzo showed undisguised disappointment.He didn't think Lorenzo cared much about Girolamo's attacks - he had always tolerated dissenting voices, and he had heard too many in his life.He was disappointed that the people he had devoted his life to under his protection lost their trust in him so quickly, and it made him doubt his past efforts.And that's exactly what Patsy is up to, as his adversaries are trying to take away what he holds most dear.

"Perhaps someone who got involved and cooperated with it." Giovanni whispered.

Lorenzo nodded; no doubt he knew this too. "Do you think he'll succeed?" He walked upstairs, shaking his head, "I don't think so. The old church... Rites, laws, and ethics are no longer enough to herd people. What drives them It's money."

But the power of words can never be underestimated, and they all know it.Lorenzo lowered his head and thought for a moment: "But donating at this time will only be considered timid. In this way..."

He gave a few instructions in a low voice, and the messenger led the way.Giovanni took his hand silently, under the wide sleeves.They walked up the stairs in silence, and opened the bedroom door. Lorenzo unfastened his snow-covered cloak, fell back on the mattress, and opened his arms to Giovanni.

Giovanni walked over, brushing his face lightly with the tip of his finger.Lorenzo grabbed the back of his neck and pinned him down.After parting his lips, he opened his eyes and looked up at the pair of gray eyes full of warmth and worry.

"...it's a little hard," he said softly, "but I'll win."