Conquer the Dawn of Heaven

Under the starry sky in late autumn, the coldness is deep.

Barendi was on the protruding balcony, looking up at the starry night sky.

This kind of night is very quiet, and the deep darkness above the head seems to be able to swallow everything in the world. This makes people feel inexplicably awe of the night sky. Perhaps this is the feeling shared by countless people who have looked up at the sky for thousands of years. .

There were soft footsteps behind her, and Lucrezia walked onto the balcony, then she raised her head to look at the sky like Barendi, and then shivered involuntarily, and clasped her shoulders.

"I'm going to Valladolid," Barendi turned his head slightly and glanced at Lucrezia next to him. "I think Alexander will come to see you soon."

Hearing Barendi's words, Lucrezia showed a trace of loneliness on her face. She has missed him since Alexander left. Sometimes she even wondered if Alexander had forgotten her.

"I really envy you," Barendi said softly. Seeing Lucrezia's seemingly puzzled look, she glanced into the room. "You have two lovely children. Believe me, this is enough to secure your position. Up."

Barendi said that she couldn’t help but look down at her lower abdomen. Her only concern now is that she can’t have children. If that happens, her status is likely to be unstable. After all, having a legal heir is now not just Alexander alone. It’s impossible for his subordinates to allow an illegitimate child to inherit the throne, so whether they can give birth to a child becomes the key.

"I don't want any status, I only want Alexander to love me." Lucrezia seemed to say angrily. She was dissatisfied with Barendi's view of his love with Alexander so sophisticated, although she knew that this might annoy Barendi. , But she still couldn't help correcting, "He was just a little lord when I fell in love with him, wasn't he?"

Barendi looked at Lucrezia quietly, she couldn't help but admit that now she probably knew why Alexander was so obsessed with Lucrezia, and even tolerated Caesar's provocation and offense again and again for her.

This is a very pure woman, she believes that love is also devoted to love, and Alexander is probably attracted by her "purity".

"I think it will be difficult for us to meet again in the future," Barendi gave Lucrezia a relaxed smile. If she was jealous of this woman before, then she suddenly felt that the contradiction between herself and Lucrezia had become Insignificant "But I don't think your life will be so leisurely anymore."

"what?"

Lucrezia asked in a puzzled way. She felt that there was really almost nothing in common between herself and Barendi. When Barendi suddenly visited Pisa before, she thought that this woman was here to ask the teacher, but Barendi Di unexpectedly revealed to her rumors about Giovanni's life experience.

At that time, Lucrezia was trembling with anger. She was angry that Jeffrey had hurt her so badly. She was even more worried that these rumors would cause any misunderstanding to Alexander. But then Barendi comforted her that Alexander would never be wrong. And misunderstanding her, this made her feel good about Barendi suddenly.

Unlike Sophia’s hostility towards Barendi, Lucrezia does not covet Alexander’s wife. For her, love is enough, and she doesn’t care much about whether she wants to be the mother of the "King of Rome". .

So when Barendi said that, Lucrezia was puzzled.

"I mean, your child will become the master of this land," Barendi waved his hand to the balcony. "By then, you can't just enjoy the leisure in the palace."

"Isn’t Estreis the Duchess of Pisa anymore," Lucrezia said in a puzzled way, and then she thought about it and continued, "As for Giovanni, my father wants him to be a red dress. bishop."

Seeing Lucrezia's stupidity, Barendi sighed secretly. She suddenly felt that another reason Alexander liked this stupid woman was that she was relieved when she was with her.

Barendi no longer paid attention to Lucrezia who was still trying to explain, but continued to look towards the dark sky in the distance.

It's a pity that I can't be like her, she is very happy like this, but for me, only standing next to Alexander and becoming the queen of Castile is my happiness.

A meteor flashed by, and Barendi looked at the light tail sweeping the night sky, thinking in his heart.

Ferdinand is Uliu summoned in the village chapel.

For Alexander sent the Moors to negotiate, he did not express any anger, on the contrary he was a little faintly thankful.

If Alexander asked a Castilian or Sicilian nobleman to come forward, then many things might not be able to be discussed.

If it is impossible for Ferdinand to make any concessions, this is not only related to his dignity as the king of Aragon, but also likely to involve the future ownership of the throne, then many transactions that are not for outsiders must have some A specific person will do it.

No treaty is truly open. Behind the seemingly fair or friendship-filled covenants, there are often naked bargaining chips and benefits. This is nothing at all, but people always hope to cover up the truth with visible packaging. .

Uliu was Alexander's imperial prefect, court master, messenger, servant and pimp, but the most important thing was that he was an absolute confidant of Alexander.

"Tell me what your master is going to do?" Ferdinand did not say an extra word. He watched the Moor who just walked in and asked, "I can also organize an army, and I can even if necessary. Exile, so if your master covets my throne, there is nothing to talk about."

Uliu looked at Ferdinand, he didn't speak immediately, or wondered how much of the person in front of him was pretentious.

If he is forced to abandon the throne, this seems unlikely. Ferdinand cannot allow this to happen. Even if he really sheds the last drop of blood, he must wear the crown. This, whether it is Alexander or Uli The Uzbek is clear.

"Your Majesty, my master asked me to tell you that you can keep your throne, but you must publicly promise that you will pass the throne to Her Majesty the Queen of Sicily after your future death."

Equally simple and straightforward, Uliu stated Alexander's conditions.

Ferdinand's face was hard to look at for a moment, but he was not angry, but stood up and turned to the altar.

Looking up at **** Christ on the towering cross, Ferdinand slowly turned around to look at Uliu: "Tell me, if I refuse this condition, what does your master plan to do?"

"I'm sorry, your lord, the master didn't tell me this," Uliu shook his head. "In fact, he was telling General Gonzalo just before I left. Even if you attack here, you must ensure your safety. No offense to you is allowed."

Ferdinand listened silently. He looked back at the cross, then tapped the edge of the wooden altar lightly with the fingers of one hand, and raised his hand and pointed at the top of his bare head: "After I succeeded at the age of 27, I never thought that one day I would give the crown to someone else. Even if I died, I should wear the crown and bury it in the grave."

"You can still keep the crown until the last moment of your life," Uliu's voice lowered slightly, as if to suggest something to Ferdinand. "But at that time my master will still support the Queen of Sicily and become the King of Aragon."

"What about my grandson and granddaughter?" Ferdinand didn't comment on Uliu's words, but instead asked curiously "I think you might plan to send them to their grandfather?"

Uliu didn't answer directly but smiled, but this was enough to let Ferdinand know that his guess was good.

"You just did this to delay the war for the throne of Aragon a little longer. You must know that my grandson is the future emperor. Do you think he will accept this fate?"

"Who knows the future?" Uliu shrugged indifferently, unlike other nobles. In this two-person chapel, the Moors faced the king of Aragon in a completely equal manner. "Your Majesty, you should think about it for your grandson. Maybe you still have the hope of trying to turn defeat into victory, but do you think this is possible?"

Even though the Moors have spoken these words so rudely, Ferdinand still looks calm. At this time, he is a calm person, just like most of the past when facing difficulties, even if he is dead, he still maintains Wear the dignity of being a king.

"Tell me, when did it all start?" Ferdinand sat down and looked at Uliu with an interesting look. "I know that you signed a "Po River Treaty". What surprised me was that There are so many countries that support you in seeking the throne of Aragon, and these countries are precisely the enemies of Maximian. Don’t tell me this is a coincidence."

Facing Ferdinand’s inquiring gaze, Uliu thought for a while and wanted to answer: "Your Majesty, in fact, I don’t know when all of this started. All this is the careful plan of my master, so if you If you still think there is a chance, you can refuse these conditions."

"That is to say, I have an enemy that I never knew has been coveting my throne, but I don’t know anything about it, and even now I don’t know how he did it. Isn’t that funny? ?"

Ferdinand smiled slightly lonely, he thought it was really funny, who could have imagined it, a young man who had never heard of it before did not know when he had been eyeing one of the most prominent crowns in Europe. .

What's incredible is that now it seems that he is actually within reach of the crown.

"Let me stay alone for a while," Ferdinand said slowly, and then added "You can stay here and they will arrange a place for you."

Uliu bowed silently, then quietly stepped back.

Hearing the sound of closing the door, Ferdinand raised his head and stared at the cross.

"I am the king of Aragon chosen by God. I have the purest royal blood in this kingdom," Ferdinand said, then shook his head mockingly. "I can dedicate everything I have to you, then tell Will you help me?"

Jesus Christ on the cross looked silently at the King of Aragon below, and the heavy peace in the chapel seemed like an invisible burden on Ferdinand's body.

"You can't do anything, you can't even punish the despicable Alexander VI."

Ferdinand stood up and walked to the altar. He stretched out his hand and stroked the wine and bread on the altar that symbolized the blood and flesh of **** Christ, and then suddenly waved his arm and swept everything on the altar to the ground!

The loud noise drew the guards outside the door. The panicked soldiers looked at the mess on the ground and looked at each other, not knowing what to do for a while.

"Go out," Ferdinand waved to the guards. He was still so calm. It seemed that it was not him who made the reckless behavior just now. "Let me be quiet, I need to be quiet this time."

The entourage immediately waved to the others to beckon them to leave. Before closing the door, he thought about the back of the king standing alone under the cross and took a deep look.

Since bringing back the "Treaty of Po", the court officer never saw the king slept peacefully, and his temper became worse and worse. Now he even destroyed the church altar.

The two wooden doors closed, and the attendant sighed inwardly at the same time.

The night gradually shrouded this ordinary village on the left bank of the Ebro River. For many years, this village called Wushan has been silent. There is such a name because there is a nearby village, although it is not high, but this season is always foggy. Misty hills.

But now this village has suddenly become the focus of the entire Aragon and even the entire Villa Peninsula.

After Ferdinand knew that there should be a lot of people waiting for his answer, perhaps Gonzalo was already anxiously waiting for him to reject Alexander's terms, and Zaragoza also had a group of people waiting for the result.

What about the rest?

What are those Aragonese nobles doing?

Ferdinand felt very puzzled at this time, he was no longer angry, but could not figure out what made so many people choose to betray or silence.

The night was getting deeper and deeper, and Ferdinand tightened his robe. He suddenly felt that after suffering so many days, maybe he could sleep well today. UU reading www.uukanshu.com because he really has nothing. It's worth losing again.

The night covers the small villages on the banks of the Ebro River, as well as the Moon Bay in Valencia.

Outside the bay, a fleet of ships was slowly entering, and James Columbus stood on the deck of the flagship looking at this natural military port.

"Dangerous, this is really a really dangerous place for both the enemy and us," James sighed the topography of this military port, and then told his men around "Go get ready, let those Aragonese lords see." What did we bring to them."

Speaking of James, he glanced at the busy sailors and muttered to himself: "That lord is really lavish," he curled his lips slightly after he finished speaking, "but again, it's worth comparing to the crown."

After speaking, he looked up at the starry sky above his habit and looked for the position of Ursa Minor.

Although he had never been there, James knew from the envoys sent by Alexander that there was a fierce war going on under the stars in that direction.

And this battlefield is likely to affect the future of the entire Europe and even the world.