The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The Tuileries Palace was very quiet today, probably because it was night, and none of the ministers or guests were received by the First Consul.

Napoleon's bedroom is in a large and resplendent room at the end of the corridor on the second floor. Several maids are cleaning the fireplace and sweeping the velvet carpet in the living room outside the door. .

"Miss Wellesley." A dark-eyed maid who looked a little older saw Ivy walking up the stairs, put down the rag in her hand, washed her hands in a hurry, came over and bowed to her.

Seeing that they were all talking softly, Ivy couldn't help lowering the volume, and asked in a low voice, "Is your lord there?"

A helpless expression appeared on the face of the black-eyed maid.

She pursed her lips, pointed at the closed door wordlessly, and winked at her.

"Elinor is inside."

Ivy immediately nodded knowingly, and also returned a meaningful smile, saying, "Then I'll come back another day."

Just as she turned to leave, she met Fouché, the Minister of Police, who had also just come upstairs.

Fouche and Talleyrand almost like each other, but they don't like each other.One cannot be without power for a day, and the other cannot be without money for a day. Ivy feels that if she has no skills, she really can't subdue these two smart people.

When he is thinking about a problem, his eyes always turn sharply, making people feel that his heart is being peeped by him, and he seems to know everything he says next.

However, Ivy is the best at disguising, she immediately showed a look of surprise, her watery blue eyes blinked at him, her whole face looked like a crisp white peach today.

"My lord, it's unfortunate that we all came today, so it's better not to disturb the first ruling."

Fouche glanced inside, and raised the corners of her lips to look at her: "Miss Wellesley is really too witty, the first ruler is not a person who delays important things for women, if you have anything to say, just knock on the door and say it .”

"That's not okay." Ivy shook her head, "It's actually not particularly urgent."

However, Fouché had already quickly walked over and knocked on the door, and turned around to give her a playful smile. Ivy was dumbfounded, and then heard a voice from inside: "Come in."

Fouche reached out to signal her to go in together, and when the two entered the exquisite and gorgeous room, Ivy saw that the First Consul had already put on his clothes and was standing in front of the bed waiting for them, with a displeased look on his face, as if because Not too happy about being interrupted from a sweet dream.

But when he recognized the girl behind Fouché, he suddenly smiled again, and approached to shake her hand, and asked cheerfully, "Does Miss Wellesley have any requests?"

Fouche coughed twice, and Ivy hurriedly said: "The Minister of Police comes first, let him report to you first."

"My good sir, don't tell me that Egypt has rebelled again." He yawned lazily, leaning his back against the gilt-wood bedpost, and said.

The dark red curtain behind him hangs down to the ground, exuding a scent of musk and patchouli, a shadowy figure is reflected in it, and the sound of a woman's breathing can be heard from time to time, so charming that Fouché can't help but look away.

"That's not so bad." Fouche held back the weirdness, "Bernadotte served as the commander of the Western Legion in the Vendée, I think it is necessary to remind you."

A moment of coldness flashed across Napoleon's eyes: "If he has a different heart, let him go. Without me, how could he have climbed to the present. It seems that it is necessary to make these people sober. My gift is not a charity."

"You can see clearly with a pair of discerning eyes, but if you have talent, you have to be Shede. It depends on which one you value more."

Before finishing speaking, Napoleon laughed suddenly: "Then I really don't care for a waste that can only be used as a decoration."

Fouche lowered his head and responded "yes". Although the man in front of him was not tall, anyone who stood in front of him would lose some momentum.

All his calculations are stuffed in his heart, but even so, Napoleon can find it clearly. He is very sure that if it is not for his own brains and talents, the First Consul will not hesitate to kick him from his current throne. go down.

Seeing that he had finished his report, Napoleon waved him away.

Then he turned to Ivy, who had been silent by the side, with a deep smile: "Is there anything I can do for you, Miss Wellesley?"

She was about to take out the documents in the bag when she heard the sound of the curtain being drawn.

Then came a woman's delicate voice: "Master Consul, you woke me up."

"Then you go on sleeping."

"But Eleanor can't sleep, what should I do?" Ivy looked at a naked woman who just got out of bed like this, with a pair of bare snow-like feet, and her chest was exposed. She threw herself on Napoleon's back, hooked his neck from behind, and breathed on his skin intentionally or unintentionally with her cherry lips.

As expected, the First Consul took advantage of this method. He took the document Ivy handed to him with one hand, and grabbed the jade arm of the woman behind him with the other hand, gently caressed, pulled her body, and leaned over to kiss ambiguously. her cheeks and lips.

The scene in front of her was so crazy, Ivy could still keep her face unchanged, her cornflower blue pupils only focused on the paper in Napoleon's hand, she bent down respectfully, and said in a calm voice, "I would like to pay you one hundred thousand francs." The amount to buy a piece of land in the suburbs. Because it belongs to your property, I came here to ask for your approval."

Napoleon glanced up at her, and said with a smile: "Miss Wellesley has a good plan. This land is an industrial area that I plan to focus on in the future. I have instructed the land department to develop several roads leading to various provinces there. I'm really reluctant to let you take the transportation road ahead of me like this."

Ivy raised her eyebrows: "Really? The first ruler doesn't have to use a piece of abandoned wasteland that no one cares about to cheat me, and wants me to pay a higher price to fill your government's private pocket. There is no way."

Napoleon couldn't help laughing, obviously annoyed the sloth hooked on him, and the slender fingers on his neck became a little heavier: "My lord consul, finish the matter quickly, we should Go to sleep."

"You see, even the lovely Ms. Eleanor is anxious about your time." Ivy handed over the water storage pen, "Only if you give me better resources, can I create more taxes for you. There is no more cost-effective deal in the world. After all, there are not many tax-paying machines as loyal as me to create benefits for you."

"Oh, my dear Miss Wellesley, you are not a machine." He kissed Ivy's hand, "You are the priceless treasure of France."

As he spoke, he took the pen and wrote his surname on the signature of the document, ignoring the sloth's growing dissatisfaction, and asked again: "I heard that the growth rate of your cannery's turnover has stagnated because of the raw materials. because of?"

"That's not true, it's just that the scale is limited for various reasons, and the assembly line can no longer produce more products. Therefore, the quantity is limited, and the turnover of course cannot increase, but no matter what, thank you for caring about me in your busy schedule Minor business."

"It's just a matter of expanding and increasing the assembly line. For me, it's just a matter of giving an order. You can mention it, at least in France, there is nothing I can't do."

As soon as these words came out, Eleanor couldn't help breaking the conversation between the two, staring slantingly into the eyes of the first consul, and said with affectionate eyes: "Mr. Pass."

"Then what do you want, my fair Eleanor."

"I want the emerald bracelet that is exactly the same as the one on Josephine's wrist. Have you forgotten that it was originally a pair of treasures of Queen Marie Antoinette. Would you mind giving me the other one?"

"But I have given all of them to my wife. If you want, you can choose other ones. Even if it is the crown of the Austrian princess, I will pick it for you."

Eleanor is simply a copy of the little Canary who fell out of favor.But she is more beautiful and charming than her, so dazzlingly beautiful that it can almost be described as soul-stirring.Therefore, as an audience, Ivy can understand the first ruler's fascination with her.

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