On the last day of 1496 A.D., another heavy snowfall seemed to indicate that the coming New Year was unusual.

The sky was still bright, and the bell from the church not far away woke up Sophia, who was a little sleepy, lying in the warm quilt, Sophia let out a few muffled snorts from her nose in annoyance, and then put her hands on her ears and rubbed her head in the pillow a few times to continue to sleep for a while, but the bell was endless, and what was worse was that in addition to the nearby church, the bells in other churches a little farther away were also ringing, which made Sophia almost crazy.

Sophia finally got up from the bed impatiently, wrapped herself in the quilt, and looked out the window with a frown.

Then she seemed to hear a muffled noise, and looking back, Alexander pushed the door open and walked in.

To Sophia's surprise, Alexander today wore a rather gorgeous-looking dress.

In addition to a snow-white shirt inside, a pair of pants with a cumbersome gold pattern on the hem of the pants, and a dark red velvet jacket over his upper body.

The coat was clearly cut to suit Alexander's figure, so even without the gold-colored belt woven into the shape of an ear of wheat, the coat looked very close-fitting, and it seemed to completely set off Alexander's sturdy but not rugged figure.

The coat was long, and the hem was almost knee-high, just as close to the edge of a pair of tall boots as it was stepping on the carpet, and it was easy to see the pattern on the pants if you didn't take a step.

His hair had clearly been washed, and a few damp strands of it were on his forehead, making him look a little mischievous.

Sophia sat on the bed with a pillow and looked at Alexander standing in the doorway, her eyes, which had been wide open in annoyance, instantly bent into two crescent moons.

Sophia thought that Alexander looked good, and even if it weren't for the obvious angularity of his face, she even felt that the man standing in front of the bed was a little "pretty".

A gypsy man can't accept others saying that he is beautiful, otherwise he will fight at the lightest, and he may use a knife if he is heavy.

They can look good and wear earrings, but all of this must be manly, and now Alexander reminds Sophia of the fancy aristocrats she has seen in the city, but although this appearance may not seem very pleasing to Nashan, Sophia feels "beautiful" from the heart.

Sophia's head turned slightly with his footsteps as she watched Alexander walk around the bed to the other side, and when she saw him standing in front of the edge of the bed, she looked up at Alexander, who was looking down at her condescendingly.

"It's time to get up, my little wife." Alexander looked at the pillow that was a little out of shape in her arms, and he could imagine the feeling of the soft touch, which made him reach out and grab the pillow in Sophia's arms and slowly take it from her hand.

What are you doing? Sophia's eyes showed inquiry, but instead of insisting, she let Alexander slowly take the pillow and let his hands gently run under her armpits and close them behind her back.

Sophia was held in Alexander's arms for the first half of her life, and then she felt a slightly chilly hand slip over her hips and into her thighs.

Sophia's breathing couldn't help but strain a little, and she also clasped her hands behind Alexander, as if waiting for something.

Then she felt her body shake, Alexander's hand had gone through the crook of her leg, and then he picked her up.

"Get up, little lazy worm, today is a special day," Alexander lowered his head and kissed Sophia's lips, which had become a little hot because of her crankiness, and felt the tip of her tongue between the girl's thick and soft lips, Alexander hugged her hand and couldn't help but tighten slightly, "Okay, hurry up and change your clothes, and then I'll take you to meet a few people." ”

Alexander's words made Sophia stunned, she knew that just as she loved him, Alexander loved her too, but because of her bohemian, she had not really seen him in public with him in Rome until now, except for the last time she went to the town hall to see the woman's execution.

But Alexander's actions today surprised Sophia, especially when she saw the maid who was already standing at the door of the bedroom with a pile of cumbersome clothes.

"Be obedient and dress beautifully, you know?" Alexander coaxed a child, but instead of "obediently" handing Sophia to the maid, he hugged her tighter and began to kiss her lips on her neck, which was exposed beyond the collar of her loose robe.

It wasn't until Sophia was already moaning in her throat that he gently placed the girl on the ground, who was already hot.

"Today we're going to meet a few friends, it's important to me, so you have to be obedient and obedient, you know?" After another reprimand, Alexander withdrew from the room.

"Where are you taking her?"

Nashan walked over, his eyes sparkling like an old woman gossiping, but Alexander didn't dare compare him to the women who had nothing to do all day, just thinking about his surprisingly fast knife skills, Alexander felt that Nashan was actually a little out of time.

If it were 100 years earlier, before firearms existed, Nashan would have been the kind of great warrior who would be praised by people.

Only now, no matter how brave and good at fighting warriors is, they will gradually be replaced by sharp firearms, this is an era that is destined to change too many things!

"We're going to visit Rovier's house." Alexander smiled and said, "Sophia saved the life of Barentia della Rovere, they had invited her many times before. ”

"The cardinal's house?" Nashan muttered that the gypsies certainly wouldn't like a cardinal, especially since the man was said to have been intolerant of the local gypsies when he was the archbishop of Genoa, and even a little brutal.

"Sophia saved his daughter's life." Alexander must have taken Nashan's fears for granted.

In terms of changing clothes, Sophia seemed to be similar to all women, when the door finally opened, it was already bright, and at this time the bell outside had already sounded, and when Sophia came out of the room, all the people who passed by couldn't help but be slightly stunned.

Either in a gypsy dress with elaborate floral ornaments, or simply in an armor that would dazzle everyone, no one dared to say it, but Sophia's impression in people's minds was always associated with strangeness.

But today, when a girl wearing a tight pearl hair ring, with thick black hair completely tucked up on top of her head, and a piece of snow white lambskin that reaches only slightly to the chest, and the front is covered with a decorative gold chain clasp, and on the inside is a girl with many gorgeous silk edges cut out of precious silk, and a long skirt embroidered from a plush hem with countless precious gold threads, all that comes to mind is "stunning".

"You're so pretty," Nashan paused with her mouth open, and then suddenly wiped tears from her eyes, "My Sophia, it would be great if your mother lived to see you like this, even though you were wearing Gajay clothes, you are so beautiful now." ”

As he spoke, Nashan suddenly turned around and grabbed Alexander's shoulders and shook him vigorously.

"Listen, it's okay if you want to take her out, but if I see even a little mess of her hair when I come back, I'll let you know that there is a kind of eunuch in the Bohemian palace."

Alexander didn't know if there was a eunuch in the Bohemian palace, but he knew that when he took Sophia by the hand and got out of the carriage, standing in the open space with snowflakes, his heart almost stopped at this moment.

In the crystal white snow, a ruddy-faced, plump girl stood in front of him, her small hand was in his hand, feeling the temperature in the palms of the two people and the cool coldness of the snowflakes falling on the back of his hand, Alexander who was just about to step forward stopped.

Sophia looked at him a little strangely, and saw that Alexander seemed to be pondering something.

"Huh?"

Questioning softly, the girl tilted her head to look at him.

"I'm wondering if I'm going to leave you kidnapped," Alexander said with a sudden smile, "let Nashan go in a hurry, we'll escape from here and hide in a place where no one can find us, and then we'll go to him with a whole bunch of children in a few years." ”

"Huh?"

Sophia first looked at Alexander in amazement, wondering why he suddenly said this, and then her big charming eyes immediately narrowed into two crescent moons, and her head couldn't stop nodding.

Seeing Alexander's feet moving, Sophia simply lifted the hem of her skirt slightly and prepared to start running after him, letting him abduct him.

But Alexander took a step forward, for he saw that Constantine della Rovere and Barentia de la Rovere had appeared at the door of the villa.

The moment they saw Sophia, the two brothers and sisters of the Rovere family were obviously surprised, they never expected Alexander to bring Sophia, and more importantly, he should know very well that at this time, in addition to their brother and sister and their uncle La Fael de la Rovere, there was another person waiting for him in the villa.

When he met Giuliano della Rovere, Alexander couldn't help but take a closer look at the future pope who would be known as the "God of War Pope" in the future.

And at the first sight of this man, Alexander saw that this should be a man with a strong will.

Compared to Alexander VI, who could do whatever it took to achieve his goals, the Archbishop of Genoa, who was not even a cardinal, looked more like a warrior than a servant of God.

Alexander VI seemed a little sleek compared to the man who had a distinct personality from the outside, and the man in front of him was a little too hard as a rock.

Just like now, Giuliano della Rovere looked at the two young men opposite him with a very stern gaze, and when the gaze that seemed to be able to see through everything swept over Sophia, Sophia couldn't help but clench Alexander's hand without concealing it at all.

Alexander's gaze met the tall and burly old man opposite, this was indeed an impressive man, a man completely different from Alexander VI.

"I've heard of you," said the archbishop, who had a distinctly northernal accent, which sounded a bit laborious, and which also showed from the accent that the Genoese archbishop did not fit into Rome easily compared to his children who were born exactly like the city, "You have beaten the French, have you?" ”

"Yes," Alexander nodded calmly, not nervous that the archbishop was a well-known Beltman, but also not smug "in the Bruini Valley, where I fought against the French. ”

"The cavalry of the French?" Della Rovere seemed interested, his eyes fixed on Alexander, paying attention to his every look, "Tell me how you did it then." ”

Alexander thought for a moment and began to tell about the battle in the valley of Bruini, and when he talked about the French cavalry rushing in front of the chariot, Constantine couldn't help but let out an "oh oh" cheer, as if it was him who was charging, and when he heard that Sophia also had to rush to the gap in the chariot formation at the critical moment to fight, Barondi hugged his hands tightly in front of his chest because of nervousness.

"The French cavalry was brave and well-trained, and many of them were brave enough to inflict terrible damage on the enemy even by sheer bravery." Alexander did not hesitate to praise the enemy, and he knew very well that it was not a smart move to denigrate the French in front of this man, after all, he was still the largest leader of the way.

"But you still won," Rovere's gaze swept over Sophia beside him, and then continued to stop at Alexander, "Tell me how you thought you could stand up to the French, don't you know that at that time, even the slightest negligence, maybe your people have died in that valley?" ”

"Of course I know this, but allow me to answer you with some presumptuous reasons," Alexander also looked at Sophia beside him, "I can't allow my beloved woman to be in danger, I don't know if the French will continue to work against me if I choose to compromise, I don't know if they will violate the people around me, I can't take risks, and I can't allow this to happen because of cowardice, so my only choice is to fight the enemy in front of me, even if they are French." ”

Konstantin looked at Alexander with some astonishment, he couldn't imagine that Alexander's answer was like this.

In his mind, it was entirely understandable that Alexander should have fought the French for some more worthy reason, even if simply to preserve his own dignity.

But for the sake of a bohemian woman, even if this woman is indeed beautiful and suffocating, this reason is too ridiculous and even absurd after all.

Rafort de la Rovere looked at the archbishop, and he did not speak, but kept holding his beard with his hands.

For a moment, there was some kind of awkward silence in the room.

For the first time, Sophia had a very uncomfortable feeling, and she noticed that the eyes of the people were looking at her, and that there was something strange and interesting in their eyes, which annoyed Sophia, and the waist that was tightly choked by the skirt made her feel as if she was being tied.

Sophia moved a little annoyed, and then saw the old man's gaze that seemed to have been carved out of rock.

"For such a woman?" Rovei looked at Sophia again, and then he had to admit that this obviously young girl was indeed worthy of a man to do a lot of crazy things for her.

It's just that this kind of madness is something he can't allow.

"Maybe you didn't do it wrong before, and it might even make people think that you are a merry person who regards love as everything, although she is a bohemian woman, but there are many people who are much more ridiculous than you now, so it doesn't matter, but that was only before," the archbishop waved his hand, his gaze fixed on Alexander's face, and there was oppression in his eyes, "From now on, these affairs of yours cannot continue, and you must make sure that this woman never appears in any public again." ”

Alexander's eyebrows raised, he didn't know how the archbishop could suddenly make such a request to him.

"I'm sorry Your Excellency, I don't understand what you mean by that," Alexander stood up, "I don't think you have the right to dictate to me in this matter. ”

"On the contrary, I consider myself fully entitled to this," said Rovelle, picking up an open letter from the table beside him, "Look at this, this is a letter from me from the Count of Modillo of Naples, who, at the request of the Count, has formally proposed to my daughter Barendi in your place." ”

"What?!"

Except for La Fael de la Rovere, who seemed to know that his expression was calm, including Barenti, who looked at Giuliano de la Rovere in astonishment.

Alexander opened his mouth in surprise, looking at the letter in the archbishop's hand that was faintly visible on the coat of arms of the counts of Naples, Alexander couldn't help but scold in his heart: What the hell uncle, it's really not a thing!