This chapter needs to be revised and will be replaced around nine o'clock tomorrow morning. Sorry. "They now have a king who has been extorted." Anne said calmly.

Louis XII's anger suddenly filled his chest. He knew that his wife did not love him, did not respect him, and even hated him, but it was okay. He needed Brittany, not a woman, but such words still hurt him deeply. He raised his head suddenly and glared at the hateful woman, but she just smiled. After a while, he found that Anne's smile was also hidden with fatigue, anxiety and anger. He opened his mouth and could not say anything. In fact, he did disappoint her, and his subjects, who had secretly mocked Charles VIII, as if it was fate or curse, and he fell into the same situation. If there was any comfort, it was probably that he had a healthy heir. For the sake of their common son, Anne would at least stand on his side in the war with the princes.

Indeed, the Duchess of Brittany was just a little complaining, and she had no hope that the king would give him any good ideas: "One year, your majesty, there is only one year to lift the law," she repeated: "Time is always passing, we don't have much time, so, next, you must cultivate for a few days, and then prepare to go to Rome to beg for the Pope's forgiveness."

Louis XII showed a look of despair. Canoza's humiliation was a huge rock that weighed on every king's heart. Even though Henry IV washed away this humiliation by destroying half of Rome and exiling Pope Gregory VII, he was still exiled for the second time and faced constant rebellion and attacks, including his biological son, later Henry V. So much so that he finally spent the second half of his life in prison and exile as a sinner. After his death, Pope Pascal II at that time did not even allow people to hold funerals for him, let alone the sacrament of death. People say that he would fall into purgatory and would not be liberated until the end of the world.

But he was also very clear that he had to accept the reality that, as Anne said, according to the law of breaking the rules, the punished person shall not be forgiven by those who impose precepts within a year, and his vassals shall all swear to his liberation of allegiance, that is, his princes, even one of the humblest civilians, can raise weapons against him without reprimand, his marriage will be sentenced to invalid, his son will become an illegitimate son, he will not be allowed to enter the church, nor will he accept or participate in any religious ceremony, and even if he dies, he will only be abandoned like a slave in an unknown place like Henry IV.

The problem was that although he knew exactly what he should do, he still couldn't help but tremble and burst into tears.

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After reminding, or warning Louis XII, the Duchess of Brittany and the Queen of France left the king's room, and the corridor was filled with worried nobles and important officials, including French and Brittany, and at the end of the corridor was her son Francis.

"Will I become an illegitimate child?" Francis couldn't help but ask in a low voice when he was caught in Anne's arms.

"No," Anne replied firmly: "Never."

She placed her hand on her son's shoulder, which was gentle and powerful, calming Francis' uneasy heart a little.

Although the Duke of Brittany said this, his companions and maids gave as little comfort as possible - they asked him if he wanted to have some sweet snacks, or go out to hunt, or dance with maids, unfortunately, the Duke had never relaxed in the education of Prince Francis, and his history teacher had talked with him a long time ago about what happened before the Castle of Kanoza. How terrible was that a cobbler family, a smelly civilian, who had climbed to the highest position of the church, could force a noble king, and his wife and son to stand outside the castle gate, shivering in the snow, shaking in the wind and snow, and praying for his forgiveness for three days and three nights, kneeling down and bowing to him like a slave kneeling on his master, and then signed a contract full of humiliation.

Francis sent them out of the door and sat alone at the desk. When he found his hand unintentionally placed on the Bible, he quickly retracted his hand as if he was bitten by a scorpion. He did not understand why his king and father did such a reckless act. Although his mother, the Duchess of Brittany, was not very pious, everyone knew that the church always had an extremely important and special position in people's hearts. Of course, you can despise it, ignore it, or destroy it, but you have to accept the consequences that followed.

When he thought that he might have to follow his father, standing outside the city of Rome, wearing barefoot, chanting prayers in the bitter cold wind, allowing the breath of breath and tears to condense into ice together until he fainted, so that the Pope, who had never met, would give him some mercy... His cobalt blue eyes could not help but heat up. At this time, the great image of Louis XII, which the French servants and ministers had described to him, suddenly faded away from their original color, became mottled and unbearable, and could not be seen. He even hated his father a little, because of Louis XII, his innocent mother and noble lady would also suffer such humiliation.

If he gave himself life, the prince thought, then he had to pay off his debts, but why did his mother, the Duchess of Brittany, suffer? She did not declare war on the church, nor did she commit unforgivable crimes. Her only fault was that she had such a husband.

The door was knocked, and a guard who was very close to him asked him if he needed company, but the prince refused.

This guard is the youngest son of Prince Orilang. This minister of Brittany is very favored by the Duchess. His youngest son is also a humorous and cheerful person, so he is usually very fond of the prince. Although Francis occasionally hears rumors from some people with ulterior motives, he does not believe that no matter what, he has been with his mother for more than ten years, does he still understand who she is? She may not love her husband and his father, but she has a hot heart and courage. She is more like a man in her mind. She laughs at love and does not believe that men can be chaste. The chamber can attract her attention more than the bed-it must be said that she has a lover, so there will be no other than Brittany, and even he was born for Brittany.

The prince stood up from the desk and came to a huge dressing mirror. Twelve years ago, the Florentines found a way to make clear glass mirrors. Later, in order to redeem the Giulio Medici who was in Brest at the time, Constina of the Medici family presented this precious document to his father Louis XII. Louis XII obtained a continuous stream of money, but all of this money was invested into the endless abyss of war.

However, in Blois, the bright silver mirror was fortunate to become a must-have in the rooms of noble officials, especially women. If they did not have a mirror that could reflect the whole body, they would even be ashamed to see people.

The prince also likes mirrors. He knows that he has a beautiful face, which makes him win the respect and love of the people even without relying on his identity when he was very young. After all, in this era, people unanimously believe that people with outstanding appearances must be blessed.

In his imagination, his father should also be a handsome man, but this is not the case.

It was not that he had seen his father, but he was still very young at that time, and he did not have the consciousness. But today he did look carefully at Louis XII's face and compared it with himself. The rumors may not be groundless. Although Louis XII claimed to be outstanding in appearance and countless flatterers often compared him to Apollo, the sun king or Mars, in fact, he was quite ugly and too serious. He had dark hair and thick eyebrows, sunken eye sockets, long nose, curvy nose, dark and blood-colored lips, and cheeks could be said to be plump when he was young, but this year he was forty-nine years old and encountered such a big setback. His long-term battle career ruined his health. His face had drooped all over, making him look older and hard to get close to.

The Duke of Orleans, His Highness Francis, had a beautiful face. People said that this may be because his mother's blood was more dominant, just like his hair color. The problem was that his facial contour was rarely soft and delicate. Who did he look like? People whispered, after all, no such cute jaw and gentle cheek lines were like Brittany or Orleans. Everyone said that their prince had an impeccable face like His Majesty Adonis, but they must also say that he and his father really had nothing like him.

The prince had to admit this, but the people around him had never had such a feature, and even his mother Anne's facial bone was tougher than him.

He felt fear, and reached out and pulled down the curtains on both sides of the mirror to cover the terrifying scene.

It was not just because he might be just his mother's child, but because he suddenly realized that he did not love his father nor his king.

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Compared to the worried and extremely distressed French, Pope Leo X of Rome was much happier.

After being forced to fast for more than ten days, he finally received a brief forgiveness. Although the weight was still limited, he could finally eat meat and honey. "This is the value of being born into a human being." He said with emotion, and even prayer became much more pious. Of course, the most important thing was that the sword of Damocles hung above his head, while he was still complaining about his monotonous diet, was solved by his brothers and ministers, Giulio Medici overnight, with lightning speed, just as the humiliation He suffered in Kanoza, ended up looting Rome and deposing the pope to cleanse. Since the three popes, the church has been eager to revitalize God's power every day, so that the emperor and kings will crawl at their feet again. Although this possibility is that as the church becomes increasingly corrupt and depraved, it becomes increasingly small.

The victory over France, especially in Rome, undoubtedly cheered up the hearts of the clergy and bishops, in addition to Cardinal George and others who were also imprisoned.

Pope Leo X was even more proud and extremely excited. He even summoned many tailors to make more gorgeous clothes for himself.

"Embroider this sentence," said Leo X, "if I sharpen my shining knife and hold the right to judge, I will revenge my enemies and revenge those who hate me."

"Use gold or colored silk thread?" asked the tailor.

"Golden thread," said Leo X: "Put the word revenge with rubies."

"As for your order, Your Excellency."

The tailor immediately wrote down the Pope's request, and more tailors surrounded the Pope to see if there was still something to adjust in the new Christ's white cloak.

"Your body has become stronger and taller," a tailor complimented: "You do need to remade the wardrobe, and the previous wardrobe is completely out of place."

Leo X knew that he had lost weight just because of dietary restraint, but this sounded really nice, so he rewarded the tailor with ten Jinflorins.

By the way, the church's inner treasury was finally enriched again. Since the captives in the battle between Rome and Ravenna, whether French, Naples, or others, have become enemies of the pope, it is not so easy to redeem their sins. To put it simply, their indulgences must be the most expensive, including ransoms, reconciliation fees...the seized equipment and horses...the houses, fields, vineyards and workshops that were seized and confiscated...the deprivation of income generated after the death of the priests - those poor people who unfortunately stood in the wrong position were scared by themselves, while others were put into trouble... In short, let us pray for them.

Those monks who once complained about the Mercy Monks who stole a lot of business no longer complained, because just such a deal made them eat straight and no longer care about the leftovers.

"Oh," the pope who was raising his hand and letting the tailor measure the bust suddenly raise his voice: "Julio, Julio, my brother! What are you doing? Come here soon!"

Giulio had to withdraw his steps towards the signing hall. He now regretted the act of placing his dormitory next to the Pope's dormitory. While reminding himself to say goodbye to the Pope as soon as possible, he retreated a few steps and walked into the Pope's dormitory.
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