immortal person

Giovanni was not sure whether Lorenzo had really rested that night.Lorenzo leaned in his arms, closed his eyes, but his eyelashes were still trembling slightly.At around four o'clock in the morning, someone slammed open the downstairs door.Lorenzo opened his eyes suddenly, and the two looked at each other. Giovanni walked down silently, and ambushed the soldier who came to investigate at the stairs.A single middle-aged man, perhaps sent to check whether anyone had returned to the room, Giovanni tied up the unconscious soldier and threw it into a closet, while Lorenzo was standing by the bed when he went upstairs.Giovanni walked back to him and told him it was all right, and Lorenzo didn't seem the least bit relieved by that.

"They'll be back," he murmured.

Only a moment later, a burst of messy footsteps approached their hiding place again.Giovanni pressed his hand and walked down with his sword in hand. This time there were two guards in Medici uniforms standing at the door.They were in a state of distress, apparently just escaped from a fierce battle. The brown-haired young man at the head was panting. When he saw Giovanni, he immediately raised his head and almost rushed towards him.Giovanni took a step back, holding his sword horizontally, and the man shouted: "It is I, Giacomo, sir!"—and he recognized that the person before him was the herald who had visited him several times .

"Please don't be nervous, we are absolutely loyal to the family!" He said hastily, with eagerness in his exhaustion, "I guessed that you might be here... Since you are fine, is Your Highness safe and well?"

Giovanni still looked at them coldly.Giacomo took out the family badge from his pocket, hurriedly wiped off the blood on all sides with the corner of his clothes, and held it in front of him with both hands: "In the name of our Father in heaven! We have no ill intentions towards His Highness, they are still searching everywhere in the city , if His Royal Highness Lorenzo is here, please let us guard him!"

"I am here."

Before Giovanni could answer, Lorenzo's voice came from behind him.The Duke walked down the stairs slowly, his figure pale as a ghost in the moonlight.Giacomo let out a cry of pain, and tears welled up in his eyes.He staggered and ran over, kneeling in front of Lorenzo on one knee: "Your Highness! Thank the Lord, thank the Lord...that's great..."

He began to cry tremblingly.Lorenzo patted him on the shoulder lightly and pulled him up.Giacomo said: "They took Monsieur Poliziano and several other maesters into custody, and put him in the dungeon of the Palazzo Municipale. We were unable to rescue him. Monsieur Niccolò escaped, and may God keep him safe." Something. Our palace..." He choked up for a while and couldn't continue, "The steward... your steward is a traitor! I watched him open the gate and let the devils in! I can only watch them... them……"

Lorenzo said nothing. "When I went over, I only had time to lock the secret passage of the study and put the things around me in." Giovanni whispered, "I'm sorry."

Lorenzo shook his head, his expression unchanged.Giacomo raised his hand to wipe away his tears: "As long as people are still there - you are still here, there is still hope! - Reinforcements will definitely come, as long as we survive this night - right?!"

After a while, Lorenzo nodded slightly.

With a "bang", Giacomo knelt heavily in front of him again, and solemnly kissed the Duke's hand.Another guard walked up to him and also knelt down on one knee.Giacomo said: "I swear in the name of the Lord, we will do our best to protect your safety. Please stay here first, we will lure Pazzi's people away, and we will never let them approach this place... as long as At dawn..."

Giacomo stood up and took the family crest back into his arms.The two attendants bowed deeply to Lorenzo, then closed the door and left.Giovanni walked up to Lorenzo and held him firmly.As soon as the attendant's figure disappeared from the door, the Duke's figure swayed immediately.From the attic to the downstairs, there were only dozens of steps, and his leg wound had been opened again; he hid the wound in the shadows, successfully making the guards unaware.Lorenzo exhaled slowly and took his hand.

There was a sharp sound of "咻" in the distance, followed by the sound of fireworks exploding, and the red light flashed outside the window and disappeared.Under the call of the signal, the scattered Medici guards will be gathered again, like a beast smelling blood, Pazzi's soldiers also chased in the same direction.Not long after, the sound of hard leather boots stepping on the stone slabs was heard from all around.For both sides, time is running out, and the next battle is just a fight between trapped beasts and trapped beasts.

Giovanni held Lorenzo's waist, half-embracing him and putting him back on the bed.Lorenzo suddenly said:

"That soldier, I don't even remember his name."

He said softly: "Probably, I will never see him again."

Giovanni said nothing, but squeezed him back tightly.He always hated himself for being inarticulate.Lorenzo looked down at the hands that held him.

This pair of hands may be the most dexterous hands in the world, capable of creating unparalleled masterpieces. What belongs to them is a paintbrush and a chisel, but at this moment they are holding a dagger.There was still a spatter of blood on the back of Giovanni's hand, and Lorenzo tried to wipe it off, leaving a crimson smudge.

The one he loves has the purest virtues in the world.He thought repeatedly: If possible, I would build a Garden of Eden for him.All dirty eddies are kept out of it, and all the trivialities and injustices of the world cannot harm him.And now... his fingers trembled slightly.

It seemed that everything he had loved and loved had backfired.

"I should have sent you away," thought Lorenzo, his lips moved but he didn't say it, "I'm sorry. Forgive me...or never forgive me..."

The night wind blows open a corner of the curtain, leaking sporadic firelight from outside the sky, and the noise is near and far away.Giovanni paid no attention to his strangeness.His nerves were tense, and he clutched the dagger tightly, as if it was the only life-saving straw.In this heavily guarded city, even with the wings of Icarus, it is difficult to escape this night.Their last and only support is the reinforcements outside the city walls, and there is no other way but to wait.He has been sleepless for two whole days and nights, and the long-term exhaustion has already exhausted him, and the crows outside the window can almost make him jump up.He held Lorenzo's hand and touched it to his lips from time to time, both to comfort him and to draw strength for himself.

Lorenzo seemed to have completely calmed down.There was no trace of panic on the face that belonged to the Duke.He looked at Giovanni quietly, and before he could speak, Giovanni said in a hoarse voice, "Don't even think about it."

He read Lorenzo's thoughts so quickly. "Listen to me," Lorenzo said softly, "it's still too late. On the surface, we've been in an employment relationship, and that's fine. Get out of here as soon as possible, and hide wherever you want like every ordinary citizen. Even if If anything happens to me, they won't embarrass you—"

"Stop it!" interrupted Giovanni, his voice raised with anger.After a while, he eased his tone: "I'm not going anywhere."

Even so, he still looked angry.Lorenzo had never seen such a look on his face, and he almost wanted to smile inappropriately. "Don't get carried away, Joe, you are much more important than me," said Lorenzo softly. "I have dragged you into this situation. I cannot bear this."

Giovanni suddenly turned his face, as if eager to say something.At this moment, there was a loud noise not far away, like a sudden thunderstorm; he immediately turned over and overwhelmed Lorenzo, like a shield, trying to block the damage from the sky for him.Frightened, the two glanced at each other quickly, almost simultaneously thinking of the thunder and hail that Jehovah sent down in the scriptures.But at the next moment, the loud bang exploded again, and the ground under his feet was almost trembling slightly.Continuous cracking sounds came from the west one after another, which is the direction of the city gate——

"It's the cannon!"

Giovanni jumped to his feet.Lorenzo struggles to lean against the window: people in Pazzi uniforms are running in all directions.Just less than two miles away, black and red smoke continued to rise from behind the city wall. On the city gate, soldiers like black dots quickly collapsed like an ant colony, and bunches of scarlet fireworks rang out Rising from the sky, it exploded above the luminous sky, forming the coat of arms of the Medici family.

In all his life Giovanni never heard a more beautiful voice than this.Behind the western wall, reinforcements from Pisa finally arrived, to rescue their employers and allies.Giovanni opened the curtains, and the morning light immediately filled the corner of the attic.He rushed over and hugged Lorenzo's shoulder tightly.

Lorenzo's eyes were bloodshot.He raised his face and hugged him tightly.

"Listen, Lorenzo," Giovanni clasped his back with such force that he seemed to crush him, "I will never be Peter, and you have always been and always will be my Lord."

"Sunrise," he whispered in Lorenzo's ear, with a sigh, "do you still want to drive me away?"

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*For example, "mylord" in English refers to the savior, God, and can also refer to the monarch.

** On the night of the crucifixion, Jesus said to his disciple Peter: "Before the rooster crows tonight, you will deny me three times." Later, Peter refused to admit his relationship with Jesus three times after Jesus was arrested.