The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

If I hadn't seen it with my own eyes, Ivy would never have imagined that such a proud Miss Thurman would take the initiative to invite others to dance.

She even bent her proud waist first, and stretched out her little white hand tentatively.

However, what she met was Kevin Clarence. The pampered daughter met the indifferent young master Duke, so she met her match.

"Oh my God, look, the Miss Tollys are inviting the little Duke Clarence to dance again."

After seeing this scene, a lady couldn't help pointing out with the people around her, showing a meaningful smile of "it's a good show".

"Learn a lesson and gain wisdom, have you been rejected last time and haven't learned your lesson yet?"

"I've been in the London social circle for so many years, but I've never seen the little duke dance with anyone."

Unlike the sarcastic remarks over there, Miss Thurman's admirers are obviously beating their chests, shaking their heads and sighing at the goddess' obsession.

"When will Miss Tory give up on Duke Clarence? How long has she been so unconscious. I really want to drag her back from the wrong path."

"If she could only open her eyes and look at us, she would see that there are no good men in the world except Clarence, but why did she jump into his trap?"

Ivy listened to the discussions going on and on around with great interest, and actually left Lord Campbell in the cold.

Seeing her staring into the distance, and watching with the expression of watching a play, Lord Campbell couldn't help but also looked over. After recognizing the person involved, he couldn't help but wondered: "Do you also know the Duke of Clarence?"

Ivy's cornflower-blue eyes instantly returned to innocent and charming, and she shook her head slightly: "I have nothing to do with him, it's just that my brother and he are college classmates."

"Oh, so there is such a relationship." Lord Campbell nodded, with a regretful expression on his face, "I once raced horses on the same field as the Duke of Clarence, and his horsemanship was very good. With a two-and-a-half-length advantage over No.2, everyone else can only hold a candle to it.

It's a pity that he doesn't seem to be keen on socializing. I think it's hard to find a way to be friends with him. I didn't expect to appear in the social arena so rarely today. "

"Maybe he does have something special. After all, you can see how obsessed Miss Thurman is with him."

"Yes..." Lord Campbell agreed, "but he probably won't agree to her request. Look how awkward the atmosphere is now. I even sweat for Miss Thurman."

However, at the very second when he became the focus of the audience, Kevin, unexpectedly, elegantly and gentlemanly took Miss Thurman's hand and agreed to her invitation to dance together.

At this moment, the first dance has not yet started, because it is a traditional national procession dance, and it needs to wait until the crowd is full before it can start. According to the rules, the host and his wife have to lead the dance.

The Marquess of Dunllis had always been very keen on the social affairs of dancing.Despite his age, he is still a good player.

In particular, the Marquis claimed that when she was young, she could dance for a day and a night without slipping, so she immediately pulled Mr. Marquis who was still chatting with the guests and walked onto the dance floor together.

Ivy felt the burning and urgent gaze above her head.

Although she didn't raise her eyes, she kept looking indifferent, even though Lord Campbell beside her wanted to speak but didn't dare to speak and her heart was pounding anxiously.

Seeing that many guests found their partners and waited for the music to start on the orange-carpeted dance floor, Lord Campbell finally couldn't hold back.

His voice was polite and tactful: "Madam, would you like to dance with me?"

"Mr. Lord invites you, why not accept it." Ivy smiled sweetly, narrowed her eyes like a little white rabbit, and attached the hand he stretched out to her.

The procession dance belongs to the traditional British country dance, which was gradually improved into a baroque court dance, which was popular among the nobles.

Men and women stand in two rows and form a double team to dance facing each other. They take turns to dance to the leader of the team, and then retreat to the end of the team to continue dancing.

The two of them stood at the end of the line. As the lively music sounded, the owner and his wife led the dance first, and the other dancers followed their steps and dance steps. The movements on the feet are non-stop, and the atmosphere on the whole dance floor is warm and harmonious.

Even the lights are warm and bright orange red, and there are happy laughter everywhere.

Mr. Campbell's dancing skills are very good, and he does the steps neatly. He looked at Ivy and said with a smile: "Actually, I personally like to dance country dances, and I should be quite accomplished in this after seeing the dance steps of the Earl of Mornington. "

Ai Wei was busy taking small steps, and looked up at him: "I can't talk about accomplishments, but I really like the cheerful and lively style."

"Same as yours. This green dress of yours seems to have come from the forest of Xiwei. Allow me to describe you as an elf who fell into the world."

"Thanks to Mr. Lord's praise, I am a little proud for the time being." Ivy's eyes smiled into crescent moons, and her white skin was almost transparent under the flickering lights. It looked so pure and fragile that people couldn't help it A desire to protect.

"I think you have been praised a lot since you were a child. You are like the combination of Aphrodite and Artemis, the goddess of hunting. You are beautiful, charming, confident and straightforward. It is me who can dance with you. The honor of a lifetime."

Lord Campbell was racking his brains to tease her with words, and no one would be elated when he heard it, but Ivy kept her composure and smiled secretly.

Such a clumsy way of seductiveness like him has been swept into the garbage dump in the modern age after 200 years.

He thought he was flirting with someone, but in fact he was already in a passive position. Being caught by the other party without knowing it was equivalent to being lured to take the initiative.

How could he have expected that the prey in his eyes was actually a hidden hunter.

However, for such a man, it is easy to get a clear idea of ​​his psychology and intentions, which is much easier to deal with than those prodigal sons who play with emotions.

"I used to seldom socialize, so I haven't been in contact with many people. But I have heard of Mr. Lord's name a long time ago. I heard that you entered the House of Lords not long ago. You have made great progress at a young age and are highly valued. You really have a bright future. "

"It's just relying on this noble title. Like Miss Mornington, your elder brothers Edward and Mr. Richard are the real young talents. They became the chief of artillery at a young age. Among the noble children in England , they are the most talented.”

He was only paying attention to being humble, but he didn't realize that the two people had turned from the tail to the head of the team, and it was their turn to lead the jump.

He closed his mouth and danced in sync with Ivy on the opposite side.Fortunately, both of them are very good, and they can easily cope with impromptu performances. Their feet jump in an orderly manner, their upright upper body and arms are still swinging steadily, and they dance happily to the rhythm of the music.

After leading the jump, the two retreated to the end of the team and continued to jump. However, because the team temporarily changed to a petal-shaped formation, Ivy got lost and couldn't find Lord Campbell at once.

When she returned to the original place, she just said apologetically: "Kan..."

But was interrupted by a voice completely different from the original: "Hello, Miss Mornington."

The dance partner standing opposite unexpectedly changed. She raised her head in surprise and met Kevin Clarence's dark blue pupils.

The author has something to say:

Can't wait to write sex? I'm so angry with the plot, I'm so perverted (blame myself)