Let me introduce you, this is my girlfriend, the Israeli boxing champion

"...The story of the Three Kingdoms actually did not end after Wuzhangyuan."

"Yes, but in many people's minds, the story ends after Wuzhangyuan, right?"

Alvin sat up and leaned towards Ritsuka's body. A unique faint fragrance came from him. At this time, Ritsuka Fujimaru's face turned a little red, but unfortunately he didn't see it.

"According to common sense, during the Wei, Jin, Southern and Northern Dynasties, Cao Wei was the legitimate and legitimate regime. However, many people now have a soft spot for the Shu Han regime."

"Because it is a memory of that most vibrant era, because it is the most powerful ending to the magnificent chapter of the Han Dynasty, it is a model of the monarch and his subjects supporting the country, and the people from top to bottom appreciating each other, and it is a vigorous spirit that is always high-spirited and strives to achieve something even though it is known to be impossible."

It is also the last time and best reflection of the brotherhood among peddlers in history books.

It took the emperor's uncle twenty-seven years to walk from Xuzhou to Hanzhong, and it also took the prime minister twenty-seven years to walk from his thatched cottage in Xiangyang to Wuzhangyuan.

"The Prime Minister's Northern Expedition was the last tragic song of the idealists of Shu Han."

The Shu Han, who was full of idealism, realized that life is not easy after seeing these things, but they were still able to risk their lives and keep moving forward courageously, for that seemingly simple but almost impossible dream, from birth to death. Looking at their idealism of changing their destiny against all odds.

“So, that’s why I chose Constantinople.”

PS: I don't think it's about how the Shu Han regime was, but that the Shu Han had the legendary stories of the monarch and civil officials, the undoubted trust between the king and the generals, a myth of the common people who rose from small beginnings, and the enterprising spirit of defying the will of heaven and changing one's destiny. This is why we like the Shu Han.

And 311 is forever God!

Chapter 097 A smile for only one person

"came back?"

"came back."

In the courtyard, Fujimaru Ritsuka, who had just returned here, saw someone he didn't expect waiting for him.

"Akagami Hinako-senpai are you waiting for me?"

"Yeah." She admitted without hesitation. "He made such a big deal out of it, it's hard not to know about it."

"Haha, that's true."

"...In the East, no dynasty could survive for 300 years. In one period of time, there were even countries on one land. Ritsuka, Rome is an exception among exceptions."

"It's enough. As long as she is not conquered by the Ottomans, the Renaissance will never come."

"Ok, I know."

"And the last batch of idealists like this didn't end up any better."

She thought of the man called Qilin'er.

"Your Majesty has endured the humiliation for several days. I hope that the country will be restored to peace and the sun and moon will be bright again."

But the ending is "I can't remember it, it's fate."

This last idealist also had the most tragic ending.

"Akagami Hinako-senpai, it's getting late. Let's go get some rest. We have things to do tomorrow."

Ritsuka didn't say anything or make any movements, she just waved her hand and went in. Aku Hinako watched her go in, went straight up to the second floor and closed the door.

"...I still can't speak."

constantinople

A man named Alvin Vasak was walking alone on Constantine Avenue. When he left, the sun was rising, and when he returned, the sky was full of stars. He looked at the watch on his wrist.

"2:14, Da Vinci should be asleep by this time."

Birds roost in the trees by the pond, monks push the door open under the moon. With this thought in mind, Alvin quietly pushed open the door.

"Ah, welcome back. What do you want to eat today?"

At the dining table when she entered the door, Da Vinci had just placed a baked cake from the kitchen on the table, and she was sitting in front of the cake, looking at herself with a smile on her face.

"Or, eat first..."

"Forget about this for now." Alvin refused decisively. "By the way, Da Vinci, can you really do this?"

"Want to try?"

"Just try it!"

......

“Surprisingly, it tastes really good.”

Alvin enjoyed the Italian desserts made by authentic Florentines with a happy smile on his face.

"Don't forget my most widely known title—the almighty genius. As long as I am willing to spend time and effort to study, there must be very few subjects in this world that I cannot master, not to mention a cake? To put it another way, even if my cooking skills have not yet reached perfection, in terms of completion, it will not be a problem for me to cook well."

"And now I have been invited to serve as the chief consultant in Chaldea. I am responsible for all matters of Chaldea, from the use of funds and research planning to the allocation of rooms and interior decoration. As long as I have the will, there is nothing I cannot do, hmm."

At this moment, Leonardo da Vinci was like a child showing off in front of his beloved. Everything he did was to get that little recognition. If Raphael or Michelangelo saw this scene, their jaws would probably be dislocated by the sound of "ah".

"Well, could you make me a cup of coffee?"

Alvin sat at the bar, supporting his face with one hand. In front of him, Leonardo da Vinci, one of the three great masters of the Renaissance, was brewing coffee for someone.

"I'm sorry for the poor service, Alvin. Come and have a taste."

The Italian coffee brewed by Da Vinci himself was served, with a gorgeous white rose she had pulled out on top.

Alvin always felt that under normal circumstances, it was difficult to imagine something that was both cool and warm, but the smell of coffee was just such a thing.

Perhaps it was her talent that could extend and expand endlessly like tentacles, or perhaps it was her Florentine bloodline that gave her the talent to control the world of coffee. Judging from Alvin's experience this time, the coffee she ground and brewed by hand tasted great, not to mention that she also had beautiful latte art skills. This is what is called talent.

However, brewing coffee is one thing, and mixing completely different drinks is another. As long as the proportions are slightly wrong, the overall balance is likely to collapse in an instant. Even if ordinary people like Alvin cannot detect the changes, her keen senses as an artist will not let it go easily.

What’s more, this is not just a matter of controlling proportions. Even if the proportions have been gradually perfected through countless experiments, the quality of the raw materials will still have a huge impact on the finished product. But if these uncontrollable details interfere with what she calls “artistic creation,” she will not be qualified to bear the title of omnipotent.

It is mellow but not greasy, and she has achieved a delicate balance here. The elegant flavor makes people want to drink it up in one gulp. After the brown liquid slides into the throat, there is even a slight aroma of brown sugar floating at the root of the tongue and in the mouth, which makes him swallow his saliva involuntarily, wanting to let more of the mellow aroma overflow into his throat.

After putting down the cup, Alvin turned around. This temporary station where he had lived for no more than three months had undergone a drastic change from what he had seen at the beginning: warm colors and decorations, exquisite murals full of ancient Greek style, and the cup of coffee in his hand. Although these three elements are not gorgeous and complicated, it takes talent to complete all of this and perfectly use and combine it with the current era.

The instigator of all this was now lying in front of him like a child, blinking his bright big eyes from time to time, as if, no, as if he wanted to get the answer from the eyes of the man in front of him.

"Please forgive my lack of vocabulary, Da Vinci, but I really can't think of a better word than 'delicious'."

Alvin clasped his hands together, looking apologetic, but Da Vinci seemed not to have heard him, and smiled contentedly.

Leonardo da Vinci's Smile

——But these are not the focus of today, nor are they the reasons why Leonardo da Vinci waited for someone to come back in the middle of the night. Well, the main reason, the fundamental reason is still yes.

"Tell me, what did you talk about with Ritsuka today?"

PS1: The air-conditioning sockets in the school dormitory are actually locked. This is really outrageous.

PS2: I’m going to sleep, I’m going to sleep, people like me can only have someone like Da Vinci as a girlfriend in my dreams (ノへ￣、)

Chapter 098 Constantinople Love Story (?)

"...Is that so? I see. An idealist or something like that. I'm afraid it will be hard for Ritsuka-chan to fall asleep when she goes back home tonight."

"Based on my understanding of Li Xiang, I'm afraid it will take more than just one or two days."

After saying that, Alvin saw Da Vinci take out a can of cereal from the cupboard behind her and put it on the bar with a "thump".

"what's going on?"

"It's time for breakfast." She grabbed Alvin's left hand and clicked on his special bracelet.

"It's 5:22 Constantinople time. We should have breakfast."

"Can we go to bed?" Alvin said weakly.

"If it were in Chaldea, I would agree." Da Vinci, who was expected to look happy, now had a depressed look on his face.

"But I've already slept for 15 minutes."

"...What a sad story." He said with a hint of hope.

"So now we can only settle for the next best thing." Da Vinci walked to the kitchen with the cereal in his arms. "When the time comes, Alvin, don't be impressed by my cooking skills."

"Haha, Da Vinci, you can try it."

——A few moments later......

"Look at the way you eat, you really look like a three-year-old child."

At the dining table, Da Vinci was holding a spoon and seeing the look of the person in front of her, she couldn't help but burst out laughing.

"It's because what you cook is really delicious."

As Alvin replied, he picked up the coffee cup in his hand and took a sip, his mouth still savoring the taste. The fresh milk was ground into brown fragments by his teeth.

"I told you that you would definitely give in."

"I give up, really. I can't really describe the taste, but it's delicious. A warm and familiar feeling, just like the most ordinary home-cooked food made by a mother or wife."

In front of Da Vinci, Alvin felt that her eloquence was as dull as that of a toddler. The simpler the idea, the easier it was for her to be dragged down by her tongue. Even the simplest ideas she expressed were more outrageous. Just like what she said just now, she must have been completely confused after hearing her own nonsense. She was trying hard to grasp the key points from the words and figure out her true thoughts.

But for some reason, her reaction was not as confused as Alvin had expected. Instead, she showed an expression that he rarely saw, or even had never seen before.

The moment Alvin's eyes met hers, she immediately turned her head away. It was obvious that she didn't want Alvin to notice the expression on her face and the change in her eyes. This was not the reaction she would have as she was always proud of her talents and achievements.

——After all, that was a look that had never appeared on her face before, as she had always given Alvin the impression of confidence. It was not the expression that Alvin, who was used to that kind of scene, expected to see on her face.

In Alvin's opinion, her reaction was simply shyness.

It was hard for Alvin to believe that the first thought that came to his mind about her was correct. After all, this seemed to be the first time he saw her with such an expression. Alvin even thought that there should be no people or things in this world that could make her cheeks hot and her face blush. But the ironclad facts were before him. No matter what the truth was, the one who could make her show such an unprecedented expression must be an incomparable abnormal existence.

But according to Alvin's understanding of her, further questioning might not get a satisfactory result. After all, with her strong and quick thinking ability, perhaps in the moment when Alvin hesitated, she had already conducted several sand table simulations on Alvin's possible reactions.

In this case, no matter how much Alvin asked, he would probably just get lost in her smokescreen and gain nothing.

If this is how things really turned out, it would be such a pity. After all, although her face did not blush like that of an ordinary person, it was precisely because the contrast with her usual confident appearance was so huge that he felt that there must be a mystery and wanted to find out the truth.

"Maybe I just told a little lie."

"Huh?" Alvin, who was still pondering her unexpected reaction, was caught off guard by Da Vinci's sudden confession.

"But precisely because the target is you, I can't continue to hide it against my conscience. I don't want to deceive you." She picked up her handkerchief and wiped the cereal crumbs from the corners of Alvin's mouth.

Although he knew that Leonardo da Vinci did not do it on purpose, his head was burning with heat, which instantly put him in a state that was not very suitable for thinking. However, he had to calm himself down as soon as possible in order to think about the problem at hand smoothly.

What was she hiding? Was she trying to confess something important to me?

Thoughts like these quickly exploded in Alvin's mind, making him feel as if he had sunk into the deep sea, with his brain in a state of confusion.

"What's wrong?" Da Vinci's face came closer.

Although it was a face he had long been accustomed to and he knew how to face it, her sudden approach made Alvin a little overwhelmed. The rapidly shortened distance between them caused her breath, as quiet as the breeze, to hit his face all at once, and the warm and moist touch only highlighted her presence. Her meticulously sculpted face was just right in terms of proportion, coordination, and even the size of her facial features and skin color. One more or one less point would cast a shadow on this nearly perfect creation.

No matter how many times he has seen it, Alvin always exclaims from the bottom of his heart, this is the Mona Lisa.

But now is not the time. There seems to be some indescribable secret in Alvin's heart, causing his heartbeat to speed up involuntarily during the moment of close contact with her, as if even she could hear his drastically changing heart rate.

"That statement that there is no subject that I cannot master is just a lie that I blurted out when my self-confidence was inflated. In fact, I am just a pseudo-genius with a vain appearance. I can't even restore the taste of my childhood memory."

"Da Vinci, if you really say that, many people will be unhappy." Alvin held her pretty face in his hands. It was such a smooth and beautiful face.

"Can you tell me about this taste of childhood?"

PS1: When I was in high school, a few losers in our dormitory said a few words to the girls, and their faces turned red.

Then on the way back to the dormitory, they would brag and comment on so-and-so's legs, and how thick so-and-so's stockings were today.

The real comparison

PS2: The great evil in CK3 is just... just what I like!

Chapter 099: My Emperor Father

After the Library of Alexandria was destroyed in an unexplained fire and the Western Roman Empire fell into decline, the culture of ancient Greece and Rome continued to flourish in Constantinople, the capital of the Byzantine Empire.

The largest and oldest library in the world is the Great Library of Constantinople in front of Alvin. The city's Imperial Library was founded by Constantine the Great in the fourth century. By the fifth century, the library had expanded rapidly, housing more than 12 volumes and manuscripts. It was the scribes and scholars of this library who copied the decaying papyrus documents onto parchment, which preserved countless ancient Greek and Roman books to this day.

Perhaps due to a slight change in the world line, the Great Library of Constantinople was not destroyed in the Fourth Crusade in 1204, but has remained strong to this day.

Apart from the illusory idealism, the perfect library was the second reason why Leonardo da Vinci was willing to stay here.

"What a blessing."

Although his residence was very close to the large library, to be honest, compared with Leonardo da Vinci who spent almost every day here, this was his first time here.