The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

When Ivy descended the grand staircase of the Dunllis House, it was as if she had fallen into a luxurious dream.

The stacked crystal cups under the diamond chandelier shone brightly, shining into the eyes of the guests in splendid attire.

The gentlemen and ladies were greeting each other, some were chatting and joking on the sofa, some were playing guessing games in the living room covered with aqua blue carpet, and the musicians played Bach and Haydn alternately. Indulge in pleasure in this golden day.

"Welcome to join us, Miss Mornington." The Marquis of Dunllis, who has dark red curly hair, approached enthusiastically. Ivy bowed to her and bowed her head modestly: "Thank you for your kind invitation. , my esteemed marquise."

Dunlis looked at her sharply for a few times, her pupils couldn't help showing admiration, and said with a smile: "Your beauty really makes the humble house shine, no wonder it's the pride of the Countess of Mornington. .I want to have a daughter like you, to the extent that I would wake up laughing from a dream."

Before Ivy could express her humility, the Marchioness raised her hand and called out to a young man not far away: "Johnson!"

The young man had beautiful flaxen hair.Therefore, it is very conspicuous in the crowd gathered together.

Hearing someone calling his name, the young man hurriedly stood up from the conversation and walked over quickly.

"This is my youngest son, Johnson. It is a pity that his elder brother lives in Spain. It is a pity that he cannot know you."

It turned out to be the son of the Marchioness.

Ivy immediately wanted to explore the hair color of the old Marquis Dunlis himself.After all, it seems a bit difficult to produce a flaxen color from dark red hair.

"This is the Countess of Mornington." Unaware of what Ivy was thinking beside her, the Marchioness introduced her to her son, "She is the only youngest daughter of my close friend, the Countess of Mornington."

The young man kissed Ivy's hand in response. His etiquette can be seen to be well-trained, and he should have learned it since childhood.

"It's an honor to meet you, if you don't mind, can I take you to your seat?"

He made a friendly invitation to Ivy, and after getting a nod, he bent his upper body slightly and made a "please" gesture.

She glanced at him intentionally or unintentionally, and found that his facial features were very deep, as if they came from the hands of ancient Greek sculptors.Although not handsome in the traditional sense, he has an unforgettable quality.

Although he was walking beside Ivy, the eyes of the two met in an instant.It was as if electric light collided with stone fire. Realizing that his peeping had been noticed by his master, Johnson immediately lowered his eyebrows in shock, as if offending the beauty.

He concealed his embarrassment with flustered words, and led her to the fireplace next to the curtain: "You just sit here."

Several elegant middle-aged ladies gathered around here to drink tea and gossip. One of them was Anna's old friend, Mrs. de Klin. Her husband was born in Paris, so he was dubbed a French title.

Another familiar lady is the Countess of Wilburton, who has seven children.

Because of family troubles, there are many wrinkles around her eyes that people of her age don't have, which makes her look much older than the wives next to her.

"Oh, God, the Countess of Mornington is really a fairy today!" Mrs. de Crean exclaimed exaggeratedly, and praised Ivy full of praise, while looking up and down.

The Countess of Wilburton also admired deeply: "I swear that there will be no one in Europe who is more suitable for this green dress than the young lady. She is like a queen walking out of the forest."

The other ladies also came up to them, shaking their feather fans and expressing their appreciation unabashedly: "Not only is this beautiful dress, but this emerald should also be priceless, my God, how many gems do I have to pick out?" With such a perfect quality, only Miss Mornington can reflect its uniqueness."

Although Ivy knew that what they said were not flattering words, it was still very necessary to be well-behaved and pleasant in front of the elders.

So she fluttered her big harmless eyes, lowered her head shyly and denied: "The ladies are all overrated, it's just that my mother has a unique eye for clothes and jewelry, and these are all specially selected by her."

"Your mother was also a beauty when she was young, but you have inherited the advantages of the Earl and Countess of Mornington, so your appearance is even more outstanding than her." Madame de Klin sighed.

After finishing speaking, she leaned slightly to Ivy's ear, covered her mouth with a fan, glanced not far away, and whispered in a low voice: "Look, Mr. Lord Campbell has been staring at you, he must have been caught by you attracted by the charm."

Ivy glanced in the direction of her eyes when she heard the words, and sure enough, a strange man appeared in her sight, about 20 years old, smiling at her.

"Lord Campbell has been a big hit in the king's living room for the past two years. He has just won a seat in the House of Lords and is enjoying himself."

Madame de Kling laughed, as if she was happy to see a man obsessed with a girl.

The Countess of Wilburton is also used to teasing, her pink cheeks are full of spring smiles: "That's right, the Campbell family has always been keen on power, and they are very close to the center of Buckingham Palace. I think he may be the one who will reorganize the future cabinet. gone."

At this time, another noble lady with a high bun with a very white face joined the conversation. She was obviously interested in the news about the young talent, and the muscles at the corners of her mouth couldn't help but lift up.

It should be because of a cold in the changing seasons, her throat was slightly muffled, but the laughter still broke out loudly: "We have to let our children move around in the social arena more now, these young generations are future stars, our age I'm getting older, but it's always right to curry favor with them, maybe I can be promoted to a title by relying on the relationship of my children."

"Come on, Helena." Mrs. de Kling gave her a sideways glance, "We are not too old, look at yourself, you still have a charm at the age of 50. But it is true that young people of this generation are awesome. Yes, I often lament that this is the worst of times, but it is also the best of times."

The lady named Helena shook the glass in her hand and said, "The honey citron tea served here was recommended by Susanna. I heard it was the idea of ​​her niece, the Countess of Mornington, young man." Wisdom always surprises people. Especially someone with amazing beauty like this is undoubtedly the icing on the cake.”

"I was just about to say..." Mrs. de Kling raised her glass and drank it, reminiscing about it without losing her manners, "I rarely eat grapefruit, but this practice has made me interested in grapefruit again."

"As long as the lady likes it."

"I don't think any of our guests here would have disliked such a delicious drink. You are so clever, I think in a few days your name will be heard all over London society, and you deserve it. "

"You really make me feel ashamed. It is within my ability to make my wife happy. If you need anything else, I will try my best to serve you."

This remark obviously aroused Madame de Klin's sadness. She sighed and said in an unspeakable tone: "I have been suffering from insomnia in recent years. I don't know if it is because I am worried about my husband in France, who often sleeps in the middle of the night. I can't sleep, and I don't know what to do."

"Then I recommend a formula to my wife. Mix longan and lily in water before going to bed, which can effectively treat insomnia. If you don't like the taste of scented tea, try mashing jujube and adding it to milk. It worked out pretty well."

"You are so smart. My family doctor will only recommend me useless medicines. If I had asked you earlier, I wouldn't have to suffer from those nasty things."

Madame de Kling saw something, her tone suddenly changed, and her eyes showed disgust, "The daughter of the Tory family is here. My God, I don't like her the least among the young girls."

Sure enough, a pink figure appeared at the entrance. Miss Thurman was wearing a rococo medieval dress inlaid with gemstones, a gorgeous and conspicuous feather hat on her head, and a diamond tassel headdress. She looked like she was made of jewelry. .

Ivy knew that Miss Thurman had rejected the marriage proposal of Mrs. de Kling's son.Therefore it is reasonable to dislike her, but looking at the whole person alone, the face is indeed delicate and charming, and the figure is also very slender, no one will dislike her.

She seemed to have many fans of the same age, and when they saw her coming in, they all gathered around her, surrounded by their princess.

Miss Thurman also enjoyed this feeling of being sought after. After sitting down, she began to openly chat and laugh with a few men, covering her face and laughing from time to time, discussing the most fashionable topics at the moment.

Their location is not far from Ivy, and with their loud voices like no one else, it's hard for her not to hear them.

It wasn't long before she found out that the saying that half a bucket of water shakes the loudest is true.

Miss Thurman was triumphantly discussing the theory of electric potential with her admirers, or rather she was chasing down the group of young girls with the knowledge she had learned. The fascinated latter nodded in conviction, with Full of enthusiasm for receiving knowledge, she stares almost obsessively at this "talented woman" who is "very knowledgeable".

However, Ivy didn't want to remind her that she even got Cavendish's last name wrong.

As a modern person suffering from physical torture, Ivy feels that she has a golden finger in science, grasping the entire historical trend in her mind, and even has the pleasure of being a child of a plane.

Although the time traveler is very unlucky, but in a certain way, he has first-hand information, and the feeling of reading the script is not ordinary.

For example, she knows that the biggest beneficiary after the industrial revolution will be the emerging bourgeoisie, and she does not mind being one of the first bourgeois upstarts to seize this excellent opportunity.

With the contacts of these respected elders at the ball, her attendance will be considered a success.

Ivy was about to say a few words to the elders, but unexpectedly Mr. Campbell, who had been observing her silently, came over on his own initiative. Seeing this, all the ladies tactfully dispersed to other places, for fear of disturbing the young people. communication.

His footsteps are very gentlemanly, he has a beautiful nose, a pair of slender single eyelids, and the bow tie on his chest is decorated in a complicated and stylish way, exuding the temperament of a young elite.

Ivy was just waiting for him to approach by himself, and her patience really paid off, and the big fish she was waiting for just took the bait.

She held an emerald green silk folding fan in her hand, and shook it slowly, waiting for him to kiss his hand first, then slowly bent her knees, and heard his extremely magnetic voice asking herself: "May I ask Miss your name?"

"Why don't you tell me your last name first?" Ivy blinked her eyes lightly, and the golden light reflected from the chandelier flowed in her clear eyes, like a wonderful whirlpool.

She purposely lowered her voice to lure the young man on the opposite side to lower her head and approach her, only then did she recognize what she said.

She used a woody note today, which is both seductive and alienating from thousands of miles away.As her hair twirled, the fragrance continued to flow.

"Sorry, I was too presumptuous." He quickly apologized, "Your name is Campbell, and your name is Jeffrey."

"Hello, Mr. Campbell." Ivy's articulation was a little ambiguous, which made him correct it again: "Miss, my surname is Campbell."

"Oh, Jeffrey Campbell, my name is Ivy Wellesley." Ivy called out his name clearly, which made him a little embarrassed, and his earlobes were inadvertently stained with crimson.

Because he was eager to raise his head, the tip of his nose accidentally touched Ivy's forehead, and he couldn't help saying: "I'm being reckless, Miss Wellesley, please forgive my abruptness."

"Does Mr. Campbell think I mind the inadvertence?"

She smiled inadvertently, raised her eyes inadvertently, and suddenly caught a glimpse of Kevin Clarence in a pure white knee-length suit.

Beside him, Miss Thurman is asking him to dance.