immortal person

—He looks like a kitten.

Ordinarily, he would never impose such rhetoric on the duke.But it was the first thought that entered Giovanni's mind at the moment of the incident.

He quickly realized that a long-distance traveler is inevitably tired, and Lorenzo could not avoid the temptation of Sanas; immediately, Lorenzo moved slightly on his shoulder—his soft curly hair stroked Rubbing Giovanni's neck, he was subconsciously reminded of the kitten who used to beg for food at the back door of the garden, and how it would curl up its fluffy ginger tail and gently rub against his fingers when he approached. .

It is disrespectful to use such a metaphor to describe the Duke.Giovanni mentally reproached himself for his faux pas, then belatedly tensed up.Lorenzo lay quietly on his shoulders, breathing lightly, and when it landed on his lapel, it was no heavier than a dandelion brushing.

He had a rare moment of rest, Giovanni did not want to disturb him, so he slowed down his breathing, restrained himself from moving his body, and only slightly lowered his shoulders to make Lorenzo's pillow more stable.

After a while, he suddenly noticed that Lorenzo was trembling slightly.

His heart skipped a beat, and he turned his head carefully.Lorenzo frowned, his eyelashes trembled, and cold sweat fell from his forehead, as if he was forcibly enduring some kind of pain.

Giovanni touched his right hand lightly.Lorenzo's fingers were cold.

"...Your Highness?"

No one answered.Giovanni quickly searched around inside the carriage, but did not see the standing medicines, and only the thin woolen blanket on their bodies was available for warmth.He carefully wrapped the blanket around Lorenzo's body, wrapped his palms around the Duke's icy knuckles, and whispered, "Your Highness?"

Lorenzo took short breaths, and after a while, the brows finally relaxed.He opened his eyes, realized that he was leaning on someone else, and immediately stood up and sat upright.Giovanni watched him put his hand on his forehead, bent down with difficulty, his face was still as pale as paper, and he couldn't help saying: "You..."

He meant to ask Lorenzo if he had any medicine on him, but Lorenzo raised a hand to silence him.After a while, Lorenzo finally realized that his hand was still in his, and Giovanni released him with a slight movement of his fingers.

He had a splitting headache and a slight sense of nausea. He closed his eyes and endured it for a long while before leaning back on the cushion and exhaling a long breath.He turned his gaze to Giovanni, and the boy beside him was staring at him unblinkingly, with anxiety clearly written on his face.

Lorenzo smiled and patted the back of his hand lightly: "Thank you."

"In addition to the architect, it seems that we need to invite a few doctors." He smiled and shook his head. "It doesn't work like this. I still want to watch the academy be completed."

"Do you feel better?" asked Giovanni.

"It wasn't a big deal at first," Lorenzo said.

He deliberately changed the subject and talked about the dishes for dinner later, but Giovanni did not answer.His eyes never left Lorenzo's face, and when he finished speaking, he said anxiously: "You need to rest."

Lorenzo had to look at him.The boy's face is still a little immature, but his eyes are already quite stubborn, with a hard texture beneath the greenness.Lorenzo knew that such a man would never rest without an answer—he sighed.

"I'm used to it." His expression was still calm. "Generally speaking, this kind of situation won't last long. Usually a glass of wine is enough at this time... If you want rum, nothing is better than a glass of rum gone."

Giovanni still frowned, obviously dissatisfied with his perfunctory.Lorenzo just smiled: "Anyway, I can't die."

He said no more, turned his head and looked out the window: "We're almost there."

After passing through the three-story city wall, when the carriage arrived at the Medici Palace, it was already dark.Poliziano was waiting in front of the palace gate, a shadow cast over his face.After the coachman opened the door and put down the pedals, he immediately walked over quickly: "There is a letter from Milan."

"I'll talk about it later." Lorenzo nodded.

Poliziano immediately saw Giovanni in the car, and he understood clearly without continuing.

Watching the two leave, Giovanni felt a thousand mixed feelings in his heart, whether it was a sense of loss or a deep hatred for his own helplessness.At this moment, he heard someone calling his name: "Joe!"

It was Bertholdo.The old man stood under the palace gate and waved to him: "Did you see the good stone?"

Giovanni was startled, and then he realized what he was talking about: "... I have to confirm it again tomorrow morning."

"Okay," Bertoldo took his shoulders, "You have to start working quickly. I've thought of a few themes for you..."

The old man can't stop talking about it.Giovanni listened quietly, and when he finally finished the subject, he asked in a low voice: "Is something happening in Milan?"

Bertoldo didn't respond: "What?"

"Poliziano says he has a letter from Milan."

"Oh, these things," laughed the old craftsman, "the less we know, the better."

Later he met Lorenzo at the banquet hall.In the past, when he was not at home, only a few disciples ate here, and they seldom talked to each other.But at this time, everything was different. When Giovanni was in the corridor, he heard the serenade from the hall. It was the orchestra in the palace playing their new work.People gathered in front of Lorenzo, listening to him talk about what he had seen and heard in Rome this time, bursts of laughter rang out from time to time.

Appetizers and fine wines have been listed in front of everyone's table, which are much richer than usual.Lorenzo beckoned to Giovanni as soon as he entered, and beckoned Giovanni to sit down on his right.His complexion has recovered a lot, and the sickness of the evening has been swept away on this smiling face.

Giovanni sat down beside him.After he sat down, Lorenzo tapped the glass with a silver spoon, and the hall fell silent.Lorenzo raised his glass and said to others with a smile, "This is the young man who selflessly took care of me this afternoon."

Giovanni blushed—he hadn't really done anything.

And all the people present have raised their glasses to him together, praising his loyalty to the family.Giovanni smiled sheepishly, and suddenly noticed that the young man sitting on the left side of the main seat frowned at Lorenzo after putting down his glass, and moved his glass away without explanation; Lorenzo just slapped him With a smile, he obeyed the prohibition arrangement like this.

What is striking is that this young man's appearance is [-]% similar to Lorenzo's, with a pair of gentle blue eyes, and he is particularly quiet in the crowd.

He guessed that this was Lorenzo's younger brother, Giuliano, the "beautiful man" in the Florentine population.Rumors say that he is romantic and affectionate, has an ambiguous relationship with several married women, and when he is not in the palace, most of them hang out in brothels.

Those rumours, thought Giovanni, were not at all commensurate with the man before him.

The maids came forward to spread the dinner, and put a dish of veal stewed in fresh milk in front of Giovanni.The rich aroma of food and music filled the banquet hall. Giovanni lowered his head to pick up the knife and fork, but heard a sudden burst of laughter around him.

——Beside the door of the banquet hall, the jester Domenico was holding up his skirt, bowing his knees to Lorenzo from afar.

He was wearing a dark blue French velvet dress, his face was heavily powdered, his thick black hair was curled in the fashionable style of Parisian ladies, and he held a silk fan with feathers between his fingers.A young man among the guests at the table whistled and shouted his name enthusiastically: "Dance, Domenico!"

"God! my friend," said Lorenzo with a suppressed smile, "how come you are dressed like this again?"

The jester with the smile of the women's clothing blogger was once a well-known anecdote in Florence. Domenico won the applause of this trick many years ago, and now he has repeated it, and the effect is still extraordinary.The Fool squeezed his throat on purpose, and his voice was coquettish: "I think we still need a princess here."

Lorenzo raised an eyebrow.Domenico sat down across the long table calmly, and cast a flying eye at him: "I still want to stay in this position for a while—before His Highness finds us a mistress."

Everyone burst into laughter, and even Giuliano raised his lips reservedly.Giovanni noticed, however, that Lorenzo and Poliziano exchanged a quick glance.

Instinctively he felt that something was wrong, and he wanted to read it in the Duke's face, but Lorenzo's unwavering smile, his blue eyes twinkling with pleasure, seemed to take the joke very well.He took off a ring from his left hand and threw it at the Fool far away: "You are quite clever!"

Domenico let out an "hey" and trotted forward, holding the ring with both hands.This action made him step on his floor-length skirt, his body tilted exaggeratedly to the left, and he fell heavily to the ground in a funny posture.Amidst the unbridled laughter of the crowd, he simply rolled on the ground a few more times, wrapping himself in flannelette into a blue chrysalis.

Lorenzo laughed and raised his glass high: "To our princess!"

The Fool stood up with difficulty and poured the red wine on the table into his corset.People laughed even louder, applauding his wit and antics.Lorenzo rested his chin on his hand and smiled at him from a distance.

After this, however, Giovanni never saw the jester again at court.