The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Then she clearly saw that he was staring at her with a smile, his lips opened and closed, as if conveying lip language.

"déjà-vu..."

We have known each other.

Against all the covetous gazes around her, Ivy walked towards the first ruler in the spotlight without hesitation, bent down gracefully, and made a subtle but bold curtsy.

"Hello, my respected First Consul."

He also bowed his body to return the salute, and the shining lights shone into his eyes, as if shining a light that people dare not look directly at.

However, only Ivy stood in front of him unrestrained, staring at him unblinkingly with vortex pupils.

It's as if the flowing Milky Way attracts the nearby planets to fall into it, immersed in the bright trajectory.

Her long skirt is like the first ray of dawn when the sun shines into the forest in the early morning. Diana, the goddess of hunting, descends from the mountain of the twelve gods wearing the sun rays from her brother Apollo. The most seductive woman, came to seduce Orion who captured her heart.

However, the divinity is hard to fade away. She is the purest and purest moon god in the world after all when the night comes. Elegance and mystery are born together. Tranquility and clarity interweave with the tides and fall into the hidden wind of the constellation.

"Miss, can you show me a dance with me?" He stretched out his inviting hand to her, gentle but not refusing.

"Sorry, First Consul, I'm not feeling well today and don't feel like dancing, but thank you for your kindness."

Ivy gave him a sweet smile, and then disappeared into the crowd full of gorgeous flowers.

Even he knew that the girl might be playing hard-to-get tricks.But he still walked up to look for her traces, but the guests around rushed up to him, flattering and courting him, toasting and congratulating him with smiles on their faces: "This continent of Europe will eventually be in the pocket of the first ruler, and we will still rely on the great first ruler in the future." As soon as he is in power, he will lead France to glory."

No man can refuse the swarms of praise and admiration, and accidentally fall into the ocean of singing and dancing.

When the consciousness came back, he finally said: "France's tomorrow still needs your support, but I also want to seize today."

People didn't understand what he meant, they just nodded in agreement: "France today is rising under your leadership, of course we have more hope for tomorrow."

But before he could finish speaking, he had already left amidst the singing of the beautiful song. After passing through the crowd, he found Ivy sitting in the corner under the dark purple curtains of flannel, chatting and laughing happily with a circle of upstarts, and making melodious laughter from time to time.

"First Consul?" Someone yelled in surprise, and hurriedly got up from the sofa to salute.

Ai Wei seemed to pause for two seconds, and waited for everyone around to salute before slowly standing up with a shallow smile: "Does the first ruler want to join our conversation?"

"Don't dare to disturb everyone's elegance, I just want to waste the time of the lady dancing."

Ai Wei's eyes suddenly smiled into crescents: "Even a big man doesn't think it's a pity to waste his time, how dare I be stingy."

After lifting the hem of her skirt and bowing her waist, she lightly took his hand, walked to the center of the dance floor, and danced a minuet to the rhythm.

The rhythm is brisk, but in the interval of a certain pause, he suddenly approached and whispered in her ear: "Do you remember my clothes?"

The scorching breath made her neck hot, and she met his smile: "If I had known that there is no No. 8 on Saint-Germain Avenue, maybe I wouldn't look so stupid."

He laughed suddenly, and the joy in his eyes was undisguised: "You are like a delicate and charming English wild rose, attractive but thorny, fascinating but afraid to touch, I have to wear gloves to dare to talk to you Dance like this moment."

"I'm also walking on the tip of a knife now, and the eyes of those guests almost cut my whole body to pieces, and I have to thank you for it." Ivy replied.

She couldn't help but be amazed at how freely Napoleon spoke, as if he had no intention of hiding his admiration for her, even though that was exactly what she wanted.

All of these were not beyond her expectations. Waiting at the Notre Dame Bridge in advance, coffee bumping into his collar, and introducing herself naturally, these were not random fallacies, but carefully planned encounters for a long time.

Although this is the shrewdest prey, he seems to be willing to step into this deliberate attempt. Maybe he already knew the intention of this wild rose, but he didn't reveal it.

However, Ivy has no intention of guessing whether he is willing to expose or not. As long as the goal is achieved, she is too lazy to peek under the polite mask of the other party.

After dancing to the song, seeing that Napoleon still wanted to continue, she quickly raised the hem of her skirt to show her retreat, "I'm sorry I can't accompany you anymore."

Without waiting for the other party's response, she ran from the middle of the dance floor to the wine counter, and glanced unintentionally at Napoleon who was still there.

Afterwards, the looming gaze immediately retracted, and poured a small half bottle of wine into the glass in his hand.

"Is Beaujolais Nouveau still to Miss Wellesley's taste?"

In just a moment, his banter sounded in his ears.

She put down the wine glass and twirled it a few times in her palm, the rippling red-purple color refracted a bewitching light under the light.

"As expected of you, and you are the only one who can give us a feast when there are no new wines on the market."

"I heard that the young lady has a lot of experience in wine, but it's just what she likes."

"The First Consul has investigated me?" Ai Wei didn't look angry, but still had a smile on her face.

"If you don't make up your own mind, how can you know Miss Wellesley's preference? I think it's harmless." He leaned on the window sill with great interest, "I'm willing to use my little power to help you with what Miss Wellesley likes. .”

In the middle of Ivy's arms.

She looked at the blue-purple iris petals trembling at his fingertips on the window sill, "Why don't you exchange them at equal value? Since you have heard about me, I think my business can't be hidden from your eyes and ears."

"There are not many girls who like to do business." He chuckled, letting the bewitching irises caress his fingertips, "I have seen many women who love money like their lives, from young girls to high-spirited ladies. Exceptions love priceless jewels and yearn for mountains of gold coins.

But in their eyes, it is the most cost-effective and easy way to rely on one's own beauty or family background to find ways to marry an outstanding man and hope that he will prosper in the future and enjoy a lifetime of luxury, but you choose the most difficult path.Miss Wellesley, there are very few people who enjoy going about their own business and making money as much as you do. "

"Since you know it well, forgive me for my presumptuousness." Ivy stared straight at him, "I heard that the First Consul used [-] francs to solicit canning methods, and I don't mind recommending myself to you In exchange for your reward."

"Miss, if you have any ideas, I will naturally not hesitate to exchange those francs with you. As long as it can bring benefits to me and my people. Not only the money you want, but also the status and glory are all mine. something to give."