The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The man yelled desperately, attracting everyone in the carriage to look out. Napoleon couldn't help but yelled "Stop", and the groom stopped immediately.

When they got out of the car, they saw the anxious middle-aged man standing on the bank. They immediately recognized Napoleon from his attire. My lord, he is a soldier serving your light cavalry regiment, he accidentally fell into the river, please save him."

"Oh, my God!" Caroline couldn't help opening her fan and covering her eyes, unable to bear to see the miserable scene in front of her, "It's so pitiful."

But Napoleon didn't bring his attendants this time, and there were only three young girls beside him, who naturally didn't have the strength to pull a grown man ashore.But the first ruler cannot take off his clothes in person to save people in full view.

Seeing that his companion was about to drown in the water miserably, the middle-aged man shook his hands and feet, struggled desperately, and kept screaming for help towards the shore.

"Please allow me to use your pistol." Ivy suddenly said to Napoleon.

He was a little surprised, but still took out his gun from his belt and handed it to her, watching her open the safety.Then it aimed at the soldiers struggling to survive in the water.

"Miss Wellesley!" The two girls were terrified, not knowing what Ivy was going to do, they stopped her in unison.

But she seemed to have never heard of it. She stared at the drowning person not far away, pulled the trigger with her finger, and immediately put the pistol in Napoleon's hand who hadn't reacted yet.

With a "pop", the water splashed in all directions, and the bullet fell into the water in front of the soldier.

Shocked and not knowing why, he glanced at the people on the shore in astonishment, and found that the first ruling lord he was loyal to was holding a gun in his hand and was about to kill himself with his own hands.

The fear of being shot instantly occupied his mind, and he was so frightened that the cramp in his calf was swept away, his whole body was filled with the will to survive, and his hands and feet suddenly gained strength.

With this fear, he swam to the shore and climbed wetly.

He knelt down at Napoleon's feet in embarrassment, raised his head timidly, and begged in his eyes: "I am loyal to you, why don't you save me, but also shoot me?"

Napoleon suddenly understood what was going on.

He put away his pistol and said solemnly: "Didn't you realize that you are still alive?"

The soldier got up from the ground and looked down at the water droplets all over his body, which were continuously dripping to the ground.But the body was unharmed, even intact.

He was indeed alive, not only was he not killed by the bullet, but he was not drowned in the water.

"Of course I won't kill any of my loyal subordinates." Napoleon said meaningfully, meeting the soldier's eyes of sudden realization, "thanks to this lady, she saved you."

"Thank you, my beautiful lady, you are my savior." The soldier hurriedly turned to Ivy to express his thanks, but she shook her head and refused.

"I'm not your savior, you saved yourself."

Napoleon looked at her approvingly: "You let him save himself, anyway."

"I just gave him a whip." Ivy was noncommittal, "I still used your whip."

Napoleon couldn't help laughing, his blond hair was shining brightly in the sunlight: "Dear Miss Wellesley, you are the first person who dared to shoot my gun without my consent."

"Then I'd rather be the last one."

He was obviously very happy with her words, squinting his blue eyes and approaching her, his long eyelashes flickering: "As long as you want, it's up to you whether the last one is up to you."

"Okay, brother, we should go. Have you forgotten that Mr. Paganini is still waiting to be summoned by you?"

Seeing Napoleon's eyes getting more and more engrossed, Paulina couldn't help reminding her brother aloud, and nudged him gently with her elbow.

"I've forgotten. Miss Wellesley, Paganini has just arrived from Italy. Maybe you'd like to see him too."

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Then in the hall of the Tuileries Palace, Ivy met the legendary violin genius Paganini.

He was less than 20 years old, tall and thin, and his shadow cast on the ground was like a slender pillar.

"My respected First Lord." He bowed respectfully, "Thank you for being willing to meet such an insignificant pawn as me in your busy schedule."

"It's a big surprise for me that you can come to Paris." Napoleon wiped his hands with the handkerchief handed over by the guard, and then threw it into the wastebasket. "As you all know, I like music very much, so I hope I can listen to it with my own ears." to your performance."

"Music is the most wonderful thing in the world, thank you adults for your appreciation."

Napoleon motioned him to play Mozart's String Serenade in G major, and he took out his life stick from the piano case he carried with him. His hands were exactly the same as the rumored ones, and he could press four octaves on four strings.

Like an incredibly flexible spider.His expression was also flushed with excitement, his facial features twisted together strangely, and his eyebrows almost crooked into the posture of musical notes.

The music flowed from his constantly jumping fingertips, which made everyone present dumbfounded, and Paulina was so moved that she shed tears.

"Napoleon!" Just as everyone was appreciating quietly, an excited female voice suddenly broke into the door, but it was impolite to call his name directly.

Ivy found that Paulina stopped crying suddenly, her face became very ugly, and her gray-green pupils looked at the person who came by displeasedly.

But Napoleon didn't seem to be angry, and took a tolerant attitude towards the obvious disrespect of the visitor. Instead, he smiled and stretched out his arms to her: "My lovely little canary, why are you late today?"

The adjective "Little Goldfinch" is really appropriate. This lady who just arrived is not only petite, but also has silky, waist-length blond hair. She wears a light yellow bright tube top dress. From forehead earrings to necklaces, everything sparkles and shines. They are all made like priceless jewels.

Ms. Little Canary seemed to automatically ignore everyone else in the room. She only glanced at Paganini who was immersed in the performance, took the arm that the First Consul extended to her, and flung herself into his arms ambiguously. The tone seemed to be soaked in honey: "I knew you summoned Paganini for me, you really care about me."

At this moment, Paulina's sneer suddenly sounded in the air.

She folded her arms and leaned against the wall covered with lily wallpaper, and cast a disdainful glance at Little Canary, the contempt in her eyes could be felt tens of meters away.

Napoleon didn't care about his sister's attitude, raised his head and stopped Paganini: "Okay, you can change the song."

As he spoke, he bowed his head again, and asked his little golden bird gently: "Whatever you want to hear, just say it."

Little Canary pouted, holding back her smile: "Do you remember the aria I sang last time?"

Napoleon understood: "Of course I remember."

He looked at Paganini: "Play the magic flute again, this is the lady's wish."

When the music started, Little Canary actually began to sing, her voice was crisp and clear, and it looked like a professional.

Polina stared coldly at her brother's enjoyment, turned her head and whispered to Ivy: "Look at Napoleon, Clara can receive at least three boxes of jewelry tonight."

"Is this lady's name Clara?"

"Yes, but Napoleon never called her that." Polina looked at the two mockingly. "That's his beloved little gorse."