The Potico Palace is no different from when Alexander came before, it is still quiet and comfortable, and when you enter the wall separated by green wood boards, it seems that all the disturbances of the outside world have disappeared.

Standing on the stone path in the middle of the flower beds, Alexander looked straight ahead to see the outline of a house made of white marble, and the arched pavilion leading to the gate in the courtyard and the triangular doorposts typical of the Roman era gave the palace an air that was far more luxurious and charming than many of today's buildings.

The statues of the Greek gods that stood on both sides of the path were still neat and full of interest, but Alexander felt that the house was a little different from when he had been here before.

When he first entered the Potico Palace, he was a small person who was not taken seriously, but now he was accompanied into the house by the daughter of Alexander VI.

However, Alexander was not complacent about this, he was thinking of the fact that he had Nathan pretend to assassinate Lucrezia in order to provoke Caesar.

At that time, it was difficult for him to imagine that one day he would have such a delicate relationship with Lucrezia, so he decided to use Caesar's feelings for Lucrezia to stimulate Caesar without hesitation, although he didn't really want Lucrezia's life at that time, but it was only because it was unnecessary.

But if necessary, would he just let Nashan kill the little woman who was now nestled in his arms?

Alexander's heart was slightly in a trance, and he couldn't help but have a hint of complexity in his eyes as he looked at Lucrezia, she would never know that the man she was in love with now had almost killed her.

Alessandra de Mira stood at the bottom of the columns, her expression calm, the years had not left much on the woman's face, which was probably why Alexander VI, after being infatuated with her daughter-in-law, still had a lot of affection for this mother-in-law.

Palazzo Potico is a wonderful place, the daughter of the Pope, the mistress of the Pope, and the other mistress of the Pope, who is also the daughter-in-law of the Pope's mistress, three women living under one roof.

Among them, the mother-in-law and daughter-in-law who serve the same man are also the caregivers and best friends of this man's daughter.

At the sight of de Mira, Alexander could not help but think of her daughter-in-law, Julia Farne.

He didn't know if the woman was in Palazzo Potico now, but he thought she was very reluctant to see him.

"Madame, I'm sorry to disturb you, but I'm here to make my rounds on orders from His Majesty the Pope." Alexander found a reasonable reason, after all, as the newly appointed commander of the city defense army, it was reasonable that he was particularly concerned about the safety of the royal people.

De Mira nodded silently, there was no special look on her face, as if Alexander was no different from the sculptures in the courtyard.

Her gaze crossed over Lucrezia's face, which was clinging to Alexander's shoulder, and then turned slightly.

Just when Alexander thought she was about to go back to the house, de Mira suddenly turned back to Zhisa, who was standing a little behind, and said, "Miss Count, I have something to ask you about something, and I wonder if it is convenient for you to enjoy it?" ”

Josa's lips moved imperceptibly, and no one knew what she had said secretly, but she nodded anyway and followed de Mira towards the house.

Looking at the backs of the two women, Alexander was a little surprised, he didn't expect de Mira to have such an attitude, which not only acquiesced to the solitude of the two people, but even deliberately opened the hoosa in order to make it more convenient for the two of them.

This made Alexander, who had expected to be given a cold shoulder or a difficult situation, admit that de Milla's actions were very surprising to him.

As for Josha, except for the two hugging each other when they met, they hardly had a chance to say a word, and now looking at Josha who didn't look back and left with de Mira, Alexander couldn't help but have a slight headache.

He knew that Tsusha must be angry, which made Alexander wonder what price he would have to pay next to coax his angry "sister".

Lucrezia was obviously unaware of the undercurrent between the "brother and sister" around her, and the grief of losing her loved ones made her extremely painful, and even when she saw her lover, she still did not completely get rid of the grief caused by Giovanni's death.

In the garden next to Palazzo Potico, you can faintly see the moving guards.

The previous "attack" on Lucrezia by Nashan had caused Caesar to strengthen his guards at the Potico Palace, and Giovanni's death made the palace one of the most heavily guarded places in Rome.

The garden's rows of bushes are so lush that when you step into the path, you feel like you're cut off from all around you.

Alexander walked slowly down the path with Lucrezia in his arms, and the hot evening breeze of late June lifted Lucrezia's black mourning dress, the light hem of which wrapped around her body and fluttered backwards, completely reflecting the contours of her shapely legs.

Alexander slowed down a step to let himself fall behind, and then without waiting for Lucrezia to turn around, he passed his arm behind him and gently hugged her waist.

Lucrezia stood, closed her eyes, tilted her head back slightly, leaned on Alexander's shoulder, and then nestled herself in the arms of the man behind her.

"Giovanni said before that if I want to marry you, he can help me," Lucrezia said and tears flowed again, "He always wants the best for me, except for my father and Caesar, who is the best for me, but now that he has been murdered, we don't even know who to turn to for revenge." ”

"Don't overthink Lucrezia, close your eyes and sleep for a while, and you'll feel better." Alexander whispered in Lucrezia's ear.

For a moment he felt that he might have made the wrong choice, and that it would have been better for Giovanni to be alive.

But the thought only flickered away, and whether it was out of knowledge of the Borgia family or practical needs, Alexander knew that Giovanni's survival would bring more uncertainty and that it would not be a good thing for him.

Alexander knew that it might be a little cold to think so, especially the warmth when the wet tears of the woman in his arms dripped on his shoulders, and seemed to remind him that Giovanni's death was actually his responsibility, and that he was no different from the murderer.

But Alexander only bowed his head and kissed Lucrezia gently in the ear and neck, until he heard that the woman in his arms could not hold it anymore because of the grief, exhaustion and anxiety of the past few days, and fell into a deep sleep.

Alexander gently picked up Lucrezia and walked into the pavilion, placing her on the soft floor, and then he sat down beside Lucrezia, taking her hand and carefully examining the sleeping beauty.

Then he couldn't help but admit that the reason why he and Lucrezia gradually came to the point where they have this inexplicable relationship is because of all kinds of inconsistencies, but the amazing beauty of the beauty in front of him is probably the root cause of this situation.

At least not only has he never had a very close relationship with his titular fiancée, but the two of them have hardly had any other contact except for maintaining the name of the fiancée.

Although he can confidently put forward the rights that he should enjoy as a fiancé.

Alexander's suggestion was good, and when the sunset, which had turned red in the west, had put away its last rays of light, and the whole land had been shrouded in dark shadows, Lucrezia finally awoke from her slumber.

The night breeze was a little cold on her face, and she opened her eyes slightly, and all she saw was a pair of eyes that were looking down at her.

"You've been looking at me like that?"

"All the while," Alexander smiled, "and then the time just passed." ”

Alexander's words Lucrezia was a little surprised, she is 17 years old, although she has been married for 3 years, but she has been living alone in the Potico Palace, most of the time she forgets that she has a husband.

Even after actually becoming Giovanni Sforza's wife, she had never experienced anything that overwhelmed her.

Love, for Lucrezia Borgia, was so alien that she lacked curiosity to even try it.

But now, looking at the young man sitting beside her, who was only looking down at her, Lucrezia suddenly felt a strange emotion that she had never touched before.

Unlike being with Giovanni Sforza, or even the sudden thrill between the two after being kidnapped by Alexander, which made her palpitate but was so appealing to her that she couldn't help but taste it, it was a wonderful feeling that made her feel that even the evening breeze blowing on her face became gentle.

Lucrezia tried to sit up, but because Alexander's arm was on her left side of the body, she raised her right hand to push him away, but Alexander gently grabbed him.

"I promise you," Alexander whispered in Lucrezia's ear, "I will catch the murderer, for you and for Giovanni." ”

As he said this, Alexander clearly felt Lucrezia's body tremble slightly, and for a moment there seemed to be a flash of panic in her eyes, because of the tension in her hand, she couldn't help but exert force, so much so that the nail of Alexander's right hand was pierced on the back of his hand.

Alexander looked at Lucrezia earnestly, and when he saw the panic in her eyes clearly, he couldn't help but shake his head secretly.

Obviously, even in the secluded Palazzo Potico, Lucrezia must have heard all kinds of rumors about the murderer, or rather, as a member of the Borgia family, the sensitivity of intrigue and betrayal that had seeped into her blood, had made her aware of something.

"Trust me, I know what to do."

Alexander didn't go on after saying this, some of the words were too clear to make sense.

Did Alexander VI really want to find the murderer? Or did he really want to know who killed his son, and then, as he said, to see the face with his own eyes?

What if that person is something he doesn't want to see?

Or is it not what he wants to see?

Perhaps, between the murderer of Giovanni with his own hands, and someone who planned the murder behind him, Alexander VI preferred to see only the former?

The pressure was great to realize that Alexander VI had chosen him to be the commander of the Roman city defenses, not only because he was one of the few who were not suspected, but also because probably no one wanted to take on what is now a hot potato position.

Alexander, who figured this out, couldn't help but sigh in his heart that the old fox was not easy to deal with, and at the same time, he began to worry a little about the difficulties he was about to face.

Especially when Caesar returned to Rome, this difficulty was probably even more pronounced.

Even on suspicion of murdering his own brother, everyone knew that with Giovanni's death, Caesar must have become the only person in the Borgia family who could inherit the family's power.

Lucrezia is a woman, and Jeffrey's previous performances have made people know that he is a bear child who has no big deal.

Who would risk offending Caesar to seek justice for a dead man?

In other words, Giovanni's death actually made many people secretly clap their hands and say that it was too late, how could anyone be willing to worry about his death?

Then all the problems become Alexander's.

What kind of murderer to find to "satisfy" the pope?

Or what kind of conspiracy was unearthed to make people feel "worthy" of Giovanni's death?

Alexander reached under Lucrezia's side with both hands and gently lifted her up from the collapse.

Because of the strength of her waist, Lucrezia's upper body couldn't help but lean back slightly, and her well-developed breasts made her body instantly arch upwards in a charming arc.

At the age of seventeen, still immature but mature as a new widow, Alexander felt that the cool garden had suddenly become hot, and he once again lifted Lucrezia to the ground and stood firm, and then said to her in an affirmative tone:

"Don't worry, I'll catch the murderer."

In the Potico Palace, de Mira and Jossa sat facing each other, a slightly eerie silence between them.

In fact, when she returned to the house, de Mira ignored Jossa, and began to instruct the servants to prepare dinner, and after a while of busyness, she seemed to remember that there was such a person as Josa.

So de Mira invited Jossa to tour the kitchen with her.

Unfortunately, she soon found that a particular dish was much more difficult to prepare than the trading and negotiation tactics she was familiar with, so much so that she had to flee in disarray not long after the kitchen tour began.

So then she sat alone in the living room and watched de Mira skillfully direct the servants to decorate the hall with extraordinary flowers, so that the Palazzo Potico, which had become a little dull by Giovanni's death, became lively again.

When Alexander and the two returned to the house, they saw de Mira carefully lighting a large wax table in the middle of the table with a long pole.

Her hands are steady, and although there are many candles on the wax stand, she can always slip through the gap and light one without touching the others.

Seeing the two men, de Mira looked at Lucrezia with a scrutinizing gaze, and then at Alexander.

Then her eyebrows furrowed slightly.

"I think you should go wash up the Count first, so that it might make dinner more comfortable."

Alexander looked down at the dirty clothes on his body and smiled bitterly, except for a slight wash of his face at Alexander VI, he just cleaned up casually on the way here, this look is obviously not only a little too casual, but even a little sloppy and rude.

"Alexandre has just arrived from Montina, and it took him only four days from his departure to Rome," Lucrezia hastened to explain to her lover, not forgetting to say good things about him, "and no one can be faster than him, and he has suffered a lot along the way." ”

"You can see it."

Ji Sha, who was sitting on the side, said lightly.

Then she stood up and walked over, pulling her away from Alexander without a trace.

"I suppose my brother must have been so active because he had received an order from the Pope," said Josha, whose slender neck tilted strangely slightly, and looked at Alexander with an inquiring look, "or was he so desperate to come because he had received an urgent call from a certain lady?" ”

"On the way, I met Ulliu, whom you sent to deliver the letter." Alexander said deliberately vaguely.

"Oh yes, that letter has the news that Lucrezia is anxious to see you."

Jossa didn't seem to understand what Alexander meant, and her explanation made Lucrezia's face look a little excited and happy. It was a strange dinner, the abundance of meat that made it seem a bit abrupt to eat such a meal in such a summer, and the change of time between happy and sad in Lucrezia made the meal a little laborious.

As for de Mira, apart from a few brief words in the pre-dinner prayer, the whole meal was silent, which made Alexander wonder how such a woman, who seemed to have a dull personality despite her charm, had firmly grasped the heart of Alexander VI, a flowery old man.

Alexander was indeed a little hungry, and the torture of not eating and sleeping well for several days had now turned into an extreme thirst for hearty food, which made him not care about the seemingly strange atmosphere, but kept grabbing food from the table and putting it in his mouth.

This caused Lucrezia to be sad again, thinking of her brother's death, thinking of her lover's hard work, and thinking of the future between the two people, Lucrezia couldn't help but shed tears again.

The meal ended in this strange mixture of joy and sorrow, only when Lucrezia offered to let Alexandria stay in the Potico Palace for one night, de Mira, who had always seemed rather indulgent to the two, finally objected.

"Tonight is not the right day."

With this sentence alone, Alexander guessed that the Pope would probably come for the night, which made him decide to leave quickly.

It wasn't until the carriage disappeared behind the rolling hills that Alexander couldn't see Lucrezia.

It's just that when he turned his head to look at Jisha next to him, he saw a face with a faceless face looking into the distance.

Alexander opened his mouth to speak, but he didn't want to break the silence first.

"You're back really fast."

With a single sentence, he blocked back what Alexander wanted to say, and he could only smile helplessly after being stunned.

"I know I'm in a bit of a hurry," Alexander seemed to find a way to explain, but then he shook his body and fell headfirst on Josha's shoulder, "I'm sleepy......"