The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

"However, no matter how hard Frederick tried to keep him, Sylvia still made her own choice, and never had any contact with Frederick again.

After Sylvia died, we all thought he had forgotten about this unpleasant experience. We did not expect that we were wrong, and he became more and more crazy and paranoid.He even did the unbelievable thing of stealing a coffin. "

"Has Frederick been such a man before this?"

Before she finished speaking, Arthur shook his head and firmly denied: "Before this, none of us thought that his nature would be so terrible. I played very well with him since we were young, and we even planted a cherry tree together , although it did not survive in the end.

But he has always been kind-hearted and mild-tempered. Even if he is despised by many people because of his status and status, he always laughs it off.There is even a shy and introverted timidity in the eyes.So when he ended up like that, I was more sad than surprised. "

In modern terms, Frederick is an out-and-out crazy critic.

If you can't get it, destroy it, even burn down the home where your loved one once lived, so as to burn all the memories of the past.

What prompted him to do this was not just because he was ruthless, dark and cold, otherwise he would not have hurt other innocent people. What was really fatal was that Ivy's sister and the object of his love in this life-Sylvia was also a paranoid.

She stubbornly insisted that the love between the two would not last long. Although the passionate flame was burning hot, it could only last for a short time, leaving scattered ashes all over the place.

It is a pity that this statement cannot be recognized by the lover.So it developed into the current irreversible situation.

At this moment, a guess flashed across my mind like lightning.

"I seem to know who pushed me down from upstairs." Ivy said suddenly.

"Actually, I had doubts for a long time." Arthur lowered his head, "He is the only one who can do this. His revenge has reached the level of madness. He even vented his anger on Sylvia's family and friends.

There must be something hateful about the poor man, and I think that if it were not for the wealth he now has to gain a foothold in the upper class, he would soon be locked up in a madhouse. "

"Are we really helpless with him?"

Arthur showed a helpless expression on his face: "I'm afraid so, unless he goes bankrupt and loses all his reputation, it will be difficult for him to get the punishment he deserves."

"Okay, don't mention him." Ivy realized that it was better not to talk about these unpleasant things before Arthur left.As for how to punish that crazy critic, she decided to find a way by herself.

"When you arrive in India, you must remember to write a letter."

Arthur nodded, and then a money bag was stuffed into his right hand, which was bulging, and there was still warmth in the palm of his hand.

"Here, here's the money I made from making desserts."

After Ivy came here, she baked some egg tarts with the materials at hand, and sprinkled raisins on some of them.

Even crushed cookies are mixed in to make chocolate-flavored egg tarts. In addition, there are mango and apple double pies. These creative desserts are very popular with young ladies and some ladies.

In their eyes, this Miss Mornington family who suddenly appeared in the social arena is beautiful without the stupidity that beauty is usually criticized for, but a clever and clever person.

Although active in the living rooms of various upper-class homes, he is good at dancing and coping well, and he is very popular with many ladies.

Arthur didn't take the purse, but put it back on the table and sighed long.

There seemed to be stars on his twinkling eyelashes, and they looked like black and bright crow feathers. His pink and white skin was as thin as transparent, and he looked weak. It was hard for Ivy to imagine him holding a sword in his hand and commanding the battlefield.

"If you don't want me to worry, you can take it."

Arthur avoided her gaze: "Do you also think that I am useless as a brother?"

"what?"

"Not only can't let the only sister live the best life, but also make her worry about her incompetent self. Thinking about it, I feel very powerless." He squatted down, hugged his head and began to feel depressed.

His head looked fluffy under the candlelight. Ivy resisted the desire to rub it, and also squatted down and looked at him seriously: "I never feel that my brother is incompetent. In my eyes, you He is the best brother in the world. I feel lucky that God gave me such a gentle brother. I hope you don’t dislike what my younger sister can do for you. Although I don’t have any property now, this kind of heart is still there. Please accept it."

He slowly raised his eyes and stared at her intently, her sincere face was reflected in the center of his clear and bright pupils.

Then he opened his arms and hugged Ivy gently, holding back the tears in his eyes, with uncontrollable sobs in his voice.

Ivy couldn't help but hugged him tightly, hearing his gentle voice next to her ears, like the wind in April passing through the rose bushes.

"I'll make you proud of your last name."

-

On the fifth day Arthur left for India, Ivy met the legendary future sister-in-law Bertha Gregory.

Her attitude was really bad. When she saw Ivy for the first time, her big eyes showed displeasure, and even ignored her fiancé, she pointed at Ivy's face and commented: "I said Richard, I haven't seen you in a few years Your sister, why is she still acting like this? Don’t blame me for taking the liberty. In private, I really think that your sister is malnourished and not well developed. It is said that Miss Mornington has outstanding looks. I don’t think it’s just a vase. Thank God gone."

Richard's mouth twitched suddenly.

He glanced at his sister cautiously, and found that there was no sign of an attack on her face, and she even smiled, listening to Bertha's unceremonious comments calmly.

"Honey, it's time for us to eat." Poor Richard, who was not a human being outside, was afraid of offending his fiancée and fearing that the little ancestor over there would be furious, so he could only coax the former, "Mother heard that you are here today. I specially asked the cook to make roasted frogs for you."

"Speaking of frogs, Richard..." Ivy, who had been silent all this time, finally spoke, and said slowly, "Do you remember we raised one in the pool when we were young?"

"Ah, of course I remember. It seems that I ate too much and died unfortunately. You have been sad for many days because of this."

"Later I heard that there was a saying of reincarnation in the ancient East, and gradually I felt better." Ivy continued to speak slowly, with a half-smile, "I didn't believe it at first, but when I saw the beautiful Miss Bertha's pair of Eyes as big as light bulbs, why are they so familiar?"

Richard's mouth twitched again.

And the convulsions got worse.

He watched helplessly as his fiancée's face turned from white to blue, and finally turned black, almost merging with the iron pillar beside her.

So when we ate together that night, Bertha basically didn't take a bite of the roasted frog on her plate, but kept staring at her sister-in-law bitterly, but Chad was winking desperately beside her.

Ivy, on the other hand, was enjoying her meal. She wiped the corners of her mouth with a handkerchief, and said to Anna, "This dinner doesn't seem to suit Miss Bertha's appetite. Maybe she's losing weight?"

When Anna heard this, she glanced at her future daughter-in-law's plate and found that it was as clean as new. She felt a little unhappy, but she could only force a smile and asked kindly as an elder: "I think the weather and temperature in London Chester's is quite different, Miss Bertha seems to be a little bit out of acclimatization."

When the future mother-in-law asked questions, Bertha had to answer, but her tone was very bad: "London's humidity is too heavy, it's not suitable for my skin condition."

"Does a young lady like you have skin concerns?" Anna was really displeased with her tone.But still try to calm the frown as much as possible, and ask nicely.

"Maybe no matter what age you have skin troubles. Just like my ten-year-old little sister began to worry about her freckles. But I can't understand why people are so obsessed with freckles. In my opinion, that thing is simply It's like psoriasis."

Good guy, Rachel saw her mistress's face gradually turning livid.

Although Anna is getting older, the freckles she had when she was young have not faded at all, and they are still stubbornly left on her face.

She covered her mouth and coughed violently. Rachel was shocked when she saw this, and rushed over to beat her back and chest.Because she knew it was a sign of the hostess' asthma attack.

Richard felt that the corners of his mouth were throbbing today.

And to make matters worse, he thought he was screwed.

Sure enough, when the family was talking at night, he was severely scolded by his mother pointing at his nose.

"I don't understand, isn't there any rich and well-educated lady in England?" Anna screamed angrily, with a tone unique to boiling a kettle, "Look at her eyes are going up to the sky, you know a famous family A lady must have beauty, brains, and status. I don’t require her to be very intelligent. It’s not too much to have the most basic brains, right? Oh, I’m so confused, how can a mere baron’s daughter be considered a famous family!”

Thinking of this, she was inexplicably calmed down, thinking she had found a more reasonable explanation, and sat back in the armchair with Rachel's support, staring at her son who stood respectfully in the corner and dared not say a word: "If it weren't for you These sons are not promising, why am I angry with this country girl? She still looks down on London. People from small places are not generally short-sighted. If she doesn't have the dowry on hand, I can tolerate her going to Mornington. door?"

"Patience." Rachel saw that Richard's face was flushed, and she hurriedly said, "Ma'am, the second young master is a good boy, I think he will know how to persuade Miss Bertha, she will marry you and have children. Not anymore."

"I hope so, God bless the girl with some eyesight. Otherwise I'd be really mad to go with my poor Garrett."

The author has something to say:

When I was walking with my friends, I had an argument about which character design is better, Mr. Darcy or Mr. Rochester. Now I think it is better to have a combination.

For example, Darcy's good looks and arrogance and Rochester's deep affection are simply ideal in the world.

In addition, the surname of the Duke of Wellington's family should be Wellesley, and Mornington is his family's noble title. Forgive me for the slight confusion (cover face)...