The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Baby Leon really couldn't put it down to this string of rare treasures, his eyes were staring straight at the shining diamonds on it, and his chubby little hands were holding it and playing with it non-stop.

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, she smiled back at the stunned First Consul, her lips swaying like roses in the dark night.

"You see how much the little count likes your reward."

Napoleon's face was sullen.

Everyone fell silent suddenly, watching this scene with strange eyes, no longer singing praises in unison, which made him even annoyed.

However, under the eyes of the public, he could only force a laugh, picked up the wine glass offered by the servant, and looked around: "Everyone, don't be restrained, the Tuileries Palace opens its doors for laughter and joy today, and everyone is invited to enjoy the wine together." Good food."

He cast a glance at the musicians, whose violins immediately played a drinking song, covering up the unpleasantness of the previous episode.

"Miss Wellesley, please." He raised his glass to Ivy, and she clinked with him without changing her face, and drank it down with her head raised.

He took the wine bottle from the servant's tray and refilled it for her himself. Taking advantage of the gap between the movements, he leaned close to Ivy's ear and whispered: "I hope you understand the price of rejecting me."

"Really?" She smiled, and responded purely and innocently, "But you have to know that when you threaten me, you will bear a higher price."

She looked like she was joking, and her tone was full of jokes. The First Consul took this sentence as a step to show weakness.

"As long as you wear the necklace around your neck, an extremely fertile manor on the Mediterranean coast will belong to you. In addition, the title of Duchess de Jeannin is a gift that many noble ladies in the hall can only dream of."

Drinking songs cheerfully guide the enthusiasm of the guests, walking back and forth between the golden marble walls.

"Oh, thank you so much, my dear lord." Ivy's voice dropped suddenly, and she gently attached to his ear, covering her lips with a smile, "But it's more interesting to be your enemy than to be your lover."

Before Napoleon could respond, she had put down her glass and walked away.

And baby Leon was still grinning and playing with his new toy, facing his father's distraught face, and laughing enthusiastically at him.

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The first thing Ivy did when she walked out of the Tuileries Palace was to go back to Julianne's house to pack her suitcases and prepare to leave Paris.

"Why are you leaving in such a hurry?" The old woman leaned against the door, watching in puzzlement as she collected a lot of checks, as well as all land deeds, bonds, and equity certificates.

"I'm going to save my brother." She said in a hurry, counting the piles of ledgers piled up in hills and packing them into stacks.

"Arthur?" Julian became more and more puzzled, and asked in confusion, "Why did you save him?"

"Without my brother, the entire continent of Europe would be named Bonaparte." Ivy said the most shocking words in the calmest tone, but her face was unwavering, "But my brother is still stuck in the quagmire of India Here, Napoleon is going to war with my country."

Julian's face suddenly changed. The girl in front of her was clearly speaking standard French, but the sentences were beyond her comprehension.

But before she could think about it carefully, the girl bowed to her: "Thank you for taking care of me over the past year, and I hope to see you again in the future."

"Aren't you going to come back?" Julian hurriedly grabbed her cuff and asked.

"Yes..." Ivy nodded, "But if you have a chance, you will see me again."

"Have you given up all your business in Paris, then?"

"Of course it's impossible. I have left a lot of breath-related business partners in France, and they lived and died with me. Everyone I invested in bought shares in my industry with additional conditions, even if I never come back here , they will be willing to work hard for me.”

After everything was packed, Ivy came to the coast in a public carriage in the dark, and was going to cross the strait overnight on a sailboat that had been prepared, and she would reach Great Britain before dawn tomorrow.

She brought two assistants and a cat with her, one was Abel, who had always been loyal, and the other was Cecilia, a poor girl from the slums. She had a very bright mind and was full of desire for knowledge.

Although he has no school education, he has mastered many skills through self-study, including how to create maximum benefits for employers and ensure that every number in the accounts is accurate to three decimal places.

The two of them each held a huge box and followed behind their master step by step. The boat with black canvas was looming in the night.

"Please stay..."

There was still a step away from the ship's plank, and suddenly, they were stopped by a group of strange men who appeared out of nowhere, and stood in front of them with a strong attitude, covering the coastline behind them.

The obstacle appeared unexpectedly, and Cecilia and Abel couldn't help but glance at each other nervously. Such an accident was unexpected.

Ivy calmly met the gazes of the people who came, and found that they were all wearing military uniforms. The leader should be an officer, followed by a few soldiers.

"What's the matter with you?"

"I'm sorry..." The officer unfolded a document in his hand and raised it to signal to her, "The arrest warrant issued by the first ruler himself, please check to see if it is your name."

Indeed, the pen writing on it is a big "Wellesley", and the ink dots at the end penetrate the back of the paper, which is enough to see the resentment and anger of the writer when he wrote the pen.

"Bonaparte really didn't misspell my last name." She laughed. "I thought he didn't know anything about English."

"Miss Wellesley!" The officer lost patience with her attitude, "please come with us to meet the First Consul, otherwise you will be convicted of espionage for refusing to arrest, I think, young and bright like you Little girl, you probably don’t want to imprison your great youth in a high wall, do you?”

Upon seeing this, Abel stood up to excuse his employer, and said humbly, "It's not very gentlemanly for gentlemen to bully an unarmed and weak lady like this. I don't think this is the original intention of the First Consul. What's more, it doesn't fit The image of the Gallic eagle on your shoulder straps.

When you go back to report, you might as well say that the lady has already left first. I think the first ruling will not embarrass the gentlemen because they care about their reputation. "

However, these men didn't buy his soft words at all, and shouted at him: "A man with French blood flowing through his body should not defend the wanted criminals handpicked by the first ruling. If you don't want to be taken to court as an accomplice, Just get out of here."

"But Miss Wellesley didn't..." Abel tried to explain with a low eyebrow, but was interrupted by Ivy.

"Waste of tongue." She frowned impatiently and raised her hand to signal him to shut up.

Seeing that she was completely indifferent to his orders, the officer was about to tilt his head to signal the soldiers on the left and right to stop her, but the next second, a cold touch suddenly hit his forehead.

The dark hole sucked the thin flesh of his temple, and the scorching bullet seemed to be about to be discharged, as long as he moved a little, his head could be shot right through.

"You...do you dare to disobey the order of the First Consul?" The officer's throat was visibly trembling, but he still managed to calm himself down and stared at her in fear.

"I dare to kill his soldiers."

Ivy held a flintlock pistol in her hand with her white joints, her lips parted coldly, her pupils were as deep as darkness.

Hell was looking for a hiding place under her eyes, and the officer saw his frightened face through them, and for a moment thought he saw Satan.

"I hope you understand the consequences of offending the First Consul." After a brief panic, he raised his hands above his head and said.

Hearing this, she actually curled the corners of her lips and revealed a sarcastic smile.

"is it?"

Immediately there were two "bang bang" sounds, and the birds perched on the sea scattered in all directions.

Everyone was so startled that their hearts jumped suddenly, thinking that a corpse would appear with the sound of gunfire, and when their hearts trembled, they saw that she fired two empty guns into the sky, then lowered her wrist, and suddenly burst into a burst of explosions in the dead silence around her. laugh.

The laughter covered the sound of the tidal waves, half of her face was illuminated by the pale moonlight, the other half was covered by the night, and one eyeball was glowing faintly with green light.

The white cat in her arms also stared at the soldiers gloomily. Its strange eyes seemed to drill into everyone's brain nerves, digging out their panic and laughing at their helplessness.

But the officer was relieved, thinking that the girl was timid after all, his worries disappeared, and he put down his raised hands.

He just wanted to sneer, but he heard her voice slowly floating in the air, "This is the consequence."

Before the words were finished, a "bang" shot was fired, scarlet blood splashed everywhere in an instant, and the unique salty smell of blood vessels burst like a fountain, suddenly blocking everyone's nasal cavity.

The author has something to say:

The crazier plot is yet to come, but I still want to say that if the heroine wants to achieve her goal, she will only become more and more crazy, and her dark side is destined to be unable to cover up.

After all, no one with power and desire has clean hands, and killing without blinking an eye is the only way for a tyrant to pass.