The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Ivy receives an invitation from her cousin Suzanne.

At that time, Arthur was still concentrating on writing his love poems. He went through Petrarch's sonnets in two volumes, using what he had learned all his life, and deliberated word by word there.

Ivy was a little surprised when she received the invitation. It only invited her, not her mother or brother.

"Miss, maybe Mrs. Suzanne just likes young girls like you." Rachel said, while cleaning the closet happily, preparing to take out the clothes to bask in the sun on a sunny day.

"Even our dear prince is fascinated by the lady, there is nothing that the lady's charm can't conquer."

"I dare not think that I am so attractive."

"Miss, don't doubt it. Anyone with a discerning eye can see it. His Royal Highness always smiles when he sees you, with the exception of Mr. Clarence."

Rachel said regretfully, "Although I haven't had much contact with him, I can still see that he is a cold and arrogant person, and he may not be interested in all women. But he is not to blame for his arrogance. The ancestor of the Clarence family is Lian Ying. A person that the king dares to neglect, when the king sent troops to Scotland, he would look at his face."

"Is he always like this?"

"As far as I know, he has always looked down on ordinary people and even other nobles. If it weren't for this arrogance, he would not be single until now. After all, 21 years old is also the age of engagement."

When leaving, Rachel picked out a tutu skirt with blue sleeves for her, matched it with a wide-brimmed hat decorated with roses, and explained that those old women liked this kind of dress very much, and ignored Ivy’s concern for the waist resistance.

Old Mrs. Suzanne lived relatively close to home.So she decided to go there. The pollution on the streets of London just after the industrial revolution was not so serious, and the Thames River was relatively clear. There were no bicycles at that time, and the crowds on the street were either on foot. People come and go.

At home, she didn't know the situation of the outside world, but when she went out, she found that there were still a lot of street gangsters doing nothing.

From a long distance, she saw a few unscrupulous teenagers surrounding her. She wanted to take a detour, but found that they were bullying a weak girl.

"Hey, little girl, look at your chubby appearance, you must have eaten a lot, and your family should be quite rich."

"Hahaha, look at her legs, I dare say they can't even compare with the elephants in the zoo."

"I remember something like that, hippopotamus haha, it's called that."

Why is there bodyshame in this era?

Originally, one thing more is worse than one thing less, and Ivy didn't want to cause trouble for herself.But she still couldn't help frowning, and stepped forward quickly: "Hey, you don't look in the mirror yourself, how dare you judge other girls, and don't see if you are worthy."

The young brown-haired young man in the lead looked over upon hearing the words, and saw that she was a young girl dressed as an aristocrat. In this era, class is still valued, so her imposing manner was a bit lower.

But he couldn't lose face in front of his brothers, so he forced the corners of his mouth: "I said, miss, I'm talking about this fat girl, it seems that it has nothing to do with you, go home and be your Miss Jiao."

"That's right, the rose in the greenhouse, it's very dangerous to walk alone on the street, don't be robbed by the robbers and become Mrs. Yazhai."

"Miss Jiao like you is afraid that it will wither after being exposed to wind and rain. We really can't bear to see it."

The brothers sang together, with disrespect for women written all over their faces, which pissed off Ivy, who doesn't punch. Just as she was about to speak, she was hit on the back of the head by a flying stone. He swallowed back the words he was about to refute.

There was a burning pain in the head, and maybe there was a little blood, but it wasn't caused by those gangsters.

She turned her head angrily, but saw a strange young man with long hair standing in the distance, walking over with a sorry face.

"I'm sorry, miss, I called the wrong person."

"Hahaha!" Several gangsters laughed together instantly, "My God, your helpers are so unreliable, you better stop meddling in your own business!" Swear words out, just speak calmly. "Actually, you don't have to help if you're not sure."

"That can't be done." The visitor smiled, as if he quickly swept away the embarrassment caused by the mistake just now, "A group of men bully a girl, a man would not stand by and watch."

After being told this by him, those little bastards couldn't hold back their faces, they laughed at what should be laughed at, and they dispersed after a while.

The girl at the center of the incident came over and said thank you timidly, maybe it was a social fear, she lowered her head before saying a few words, her voice was so small that she could hardly hear it.

After the girl left, Ivy turned to him, "I'd rather you stand by and watch, sir."

She was so blunt, and the young man didn't respond. He still smiled indifferently: "It's okay, I will practice more, and it won't be too late to impress you next time."

"Thank you so much."

She gritted her teeth angrily, glanced at his face inadvertently, and found that the young man in front of her was surprisingly good-looking.

Although he was wearing a coat that was frayed at the edges, it could be seen that his family was not very good, but his long hair was light blonde, which was almost whitish, which gave him a bit of a bohemian temperament, and he looked handsome. .

"It's okay, miss, if you must express your thanks, you may as well tell me your name."

"Why didn't you say it first?"

"Miss wants to know, but I'm being disrespectful." Ivy found that he had the same pair of bright blue eyes, a bit like the agate eyes of a purebred Persian cat... "My name is Owen, and I'm a poet."

"poet?"

"As you can see, I am poor as hell, and this robe is a relic from my father. It is well known that poets can do anything but make money, so I am often hungry."

"It doesn't matter, my family also has a brother who is not good at making money, and also likes to write poetry."

"Oh? Does the Mornington family have any poetry writers?"

When Ivy heard this, she looked at him in surprise: "How do you know me..."

"I know the family crest engraved on your cane." Owen's surprise at her is obviously expected..." Although my family is poor and poor, I still have a little research on you nobles.After all, your family was quite prominent 100 years ago. "

When Ivy arrived at Mrs. Suzanne's mansion, the back of her head was still in pain.The single rich woman's residence is very luxurious, showing the owner's good taste everywhere, and the heather flowers planted everywhere bloom in large areas, and the orange-red ones are very gorgeous. "You are Miss Ivy.

"The butler is also an old woman, wearing a pair of eyes, looking at her kindly. She nodded and followed the butler's guidance into the living room.

The place is very spacious. There is an old cat with white beard lying beside the fireplace, sleeping comfortably on the soft cushion. There are also a lot of uneaten cat food scattered beside it, which shows how much the owner loves it.

Suzanne sat on the sofa reading the newspaper, wearing a pair of silver-rimmed reading glasses like her housekeeper.Hearing footsteps outside, she took off her glasses and looked at this young and beautiful girl with a smile on her face. "

Miss Ivy really looks like my poor cousin, who was quite a handsome boy when he was young, and it seems you have inherited his charming blue eyes. "

"Maybe it's a Mornington family tradition."

Ivy did not forget to praise Mrs. Suzanne, she was obviously satisfied, and ordered the housekeeper to pour Ivy a cup of freshly brewed coffee.

Although I don't really like the bitter taste of coffee without milk, Ivy still took a sip out of politeness, and heard her say: "I'm getting old, so I'm really happy to see a young and lively girl like you. Besides, according to blood , you are the closest to me among the young ladies. After all, my poor cousin played best with me when I was a child."

After a pause, she added: "I don't know if you still play pocket hockey or not, but I remember we were very popular then, and my poor cousin and I used to pass the time by that, but then I was sent to I never saw him at my grandfather’s house in Loire County, France, and he died of lung disease when I came back later.”

"Our father's early death has always been a pity for us, and my mother still blames herself for it. If I had gone to see a doctor at that time, maybe it wouldn't have happened."

"Yeah..." Mrs. Suzanne sighed, "The head of the family is still very important. The early death of my poor cousin will also have an impact on your marriage. I remember how rich the Mornington family used to be. .”

"My mother thought so too."

"Your mother is still in good health. Say hello to Mrs. Mornington for me."

"Everything is fine, and I will also send my regards to Madam for my mother."

Suddenly there was a cat meowing from the fireplace, and Ivy glanced at it, and saw the old white cat turning over leisurely, shaking its fur and opening its mouth to eat.

Susanna glanced at the cat and said, "Borgemia has been with me for eight years. I think it was given to me by my lover back then."

"Lover?" This unrestrained word came out of the mouth of this dignified and elegant lady. The sense of disobedience was very strong, and Ivy couldn't help being stunned. "Yes..." Mrs. Susanna said frankly, as if she didn't intend to hide it..."

You also know that my property is very considerable among all noble ladies in England. It is not difficult to use the inherited money to support a young and handsome little boy.

He was a fledgling pharmacist in London, and I wouldn't have given money to a bloodless stranger if he hadn't liked me. "

Ivy was a little surprised.

Although she knew that Suzanne had lived in France for half of her life, that place was also known to be open, where mistresses and lovers were very popular in the upper class, and it was very common for husbands to raise illegitimate children outside, and wives would also have their own extramarital affairs. Suzanne was single It is not surprising that nobles have lovers.

But being told so openly by her, Ivy still felt that she really didn't treat herself as an outsider.

It may be that your mind is still closed.

Ivy reflected deeply in her heart. In fact, it is normal in this era to have many lovers for love and happiness.Since you have money and leisure, it’s not a bad idea to do something that makes you happy.

The author has something to say:

I must write cars in this book, but because there are too many male protagonists, maybe the female protagonist chooses to choose...