The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

In an instant, blood stains splashed on her long hair, and slipped across her cheeks inadvertently, leaving a sticky trace.

"Tsk..." Ivy sighed and shook her head, and gently wiped the scarlet liquid on her face with her hands, staining her finger bones mottled.

A little finger hooked the tail of the gun, twirled it carelessly a few times, then bent slightly, rolled up the corners of his lips to the soldiers surrounding the corpses on the ground, met their astonished eyes, and said with a smile: "I killed someone!"

There was a moment of silence, and they had already fallen into panic. The girl in front of her seemed unaware of the blood stained on her cheeks, and even the corners of her eyes were the color of poppies.

Seeing them in a daze, Ivy showed a more pleasant smile: "Go back and report to your Bonaparte, I killed someone, just wait for him to come to Great Britain and take me back to the gallows."

One of the soldiers reacted quickly, anger immediately climbed into his pupils, his face flushed red, he pulled out his pistol from his waist in annoyance, and immediately pointed it at her.

"You must pay the price for killing the chief!"

"Hey, hey..." Ivy raised her hand in a teasing tone, her eyes widened, with a strange expression shining in the dark night. "Why do you look so outraged, as if you were the one who died?"

She smiled and stretched out her hand, and when the other party was not paying attention, she turned the muzzle of the gun to his forehead extremely quickly, immediately put on an innocent expression, and blinked, "Remember to hold your weapon steady next time, this is Oh, the bounden duty of being a soldier."

When he was stunned again, she quickly grabbed the gun from her hand and pulled the trigger three times.

"Bang bang bang—" exactly three sounds sounded, and thunderbolts fell on the soldiers' ears.

He couldn't help trembling, seeing her immediately grabbed his hand, forced himself to hold the cold grip, and pressed the muzzle of the gun between her eyebrows impartially.

"Don't you want to uphold justice for your chief? Come, I beg you to kill me." She smiled even more, "Want to avenge the corpse? Now I give you my head."

"Do you think I dare not? As a sergeant of the French Republic, I have the right to kill a wanted criminal." The soldier raised his head, but he didn't dare to look directly at her cat-like pupils.

"Of course you have power." Ivy raised her eyebrows, "So what are you hesitating about? At worst, give my body to Bonaparte. Although he wants to be alive, if you want to punish you severely for dereliction of duty, then I can only offer my condolences to you."

Hearing this, the soldier's face became more and more angry, and the hatred in his eyes rushed to his face like a flame, almost burning the silence around him.

His lower lip was bitten bloody by his teeth, he stared at the smiling girl in front of him bitterly, squeezed out a line between his teeth: "You will get retribution, the First Consul will personally cut you into pieces, To avenge his loyal soldiers."

"I'm waiting for you to come." Ivy smiled, and calmly motioned the two assistants to board the boat, "As long as you can live to that day."

She doesn't have scruples about killing people, but they do.

The arrest warrant issued by the first ruler has instead become a talisman, allowing her to leave in front of everyone without fear. No matter how much she grits her teeth, she can only watch her disappear into the waves of the night.

It happened to be twelve noon when she arrived in London.

The coaches at the stage station were always on time, so when she showed up at the gate of Mornington Manor, Rachel was just in time to arrange for the maid to clean the steps.

The latter has an almost pathological obsession with cleanliness, and cannot tolerate dust on any marble floor, so he has to order someone to clean it at a fixed point.

When Ivy's figure was projected in the shadow of the sun, Rachel just looked up and found that it was the little master holding the cat, and immediately cried out in surprise.

She was wearing a dark cloak, and the huge brim of the hat covered her eyes, revealing only the lower half of her face hidden in the shadows.

"Miss!" Rachel couldn't help but moved closer, "You can be considered to be back, Madam said the day before yesterday that she would write a letter to care about you."

"That's really thankful to her." Ivy took off her hood, revealing her entire face. The cat in her arms protested and stuck out her head to express her dissatisfaction because of the entry of the new wind.

Rachel looked at her face inadvertently, her hands trembled in fright the moment her gaze touched her, and she said incoherently, "Little Miss, why is there blood on your face?"

"Oh..." Ivy calmly freed a hand holding the cat, and wiped the blood with the back of her hand, "I forgot to wipe it clean."

"Is that all right?"

"Just bitten by a snake."

Rachel exclaimed: "Is it so serious? Then I have to go to the family doctor."

Ivy pressed her shoulders and stopped her steps: "This is its blood, and it's so pitiful that it's not poisonous at all."

"Isn't that a good thing?"

"A non-poisonous snake is not a snake." Ivy shrugged, took off her cloak, and walked into the gate of her manor, "It's just a gecko without feet."

Anna is not at home today, and she probably went to Wilburton's tea party to chat and pass the time.And this time it was very unexpected, and he didn't come back until the evening.

"Is she planning not to come back today?" Ivy asked.

Rachel was taken aback for a moment, stopped her hand that was knitting a cotton scarf, and showed a look of surprise, "Don't you know?"

"what do you know?"

"Today, the little Duke of Clarence is going to hold a masquerade ball at his manor in London. Although he didn't say it clearly, the outside world speculates that he is announcing the news of his engagement to Miss Thurman. Because this time he invited many famous families in the upper class. , usually he never bothers to socialize."

That's interesting.

Ivy couldn't help pinching her chin with great interest. Rachel looked at her inexplicable smile and said, "You also find it unexpected, don't you? Although they are very well matched in appearance and family background, the little duke used to be very good at it. Miss Thurman's attitude was rather cold.

Although anyone can see the latter's intention, we all thought that the little duke would definitely not agree to her marriage request, but we did not expect to agree this time. "

"So just wait, we have another good show to watch." Ivy laughed.

Rachel nodded and agreed: "When the news of their engagement spreads all over London tomorrow, I don't know how many newspapers it will be in."

"Oh, that's not what I meant."

"What is that?" The poor old servant felt that his young lady had become a riddle since she came back, and what she said was always confusing and incomprehensible.

"Newspapers must be published. As for whether the news on it is what you guessed, it is not certain."

Ivy is the only owner in the family now, two of the three older brothers are serving in Wales, and the youngest is struggling in India. The whole manor looks deserted and empty for a while, and the tall birch trees cast black shadows on the windows , quite a sense of horror in an old house.

After sorting out the mailbox, she found that Alice had sent two letters from Scotland. When she opened them, she said that she was doing well now, and that her husband had found a stable job as an assistant to a barrister. Also pretty good.

Therefore, although life is not as good as it was when she was a princess, at least she has no worries about food and clothing, and does not have to worry about the next meal of bread.

Another letter said that her baby was born, a lovely girl, and she was named Rosamond, which means rose all over the hills, after playing house with her daughter's uncle in the past.

At the end of the letter, I wish Ivy happiness and happiness, and hope that she will say hello to her brother whom I haven't seen for a long time.

As she browsed, when she caught sight of the half-familiar and half-unfamiliar name, a meaningful smile appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"Miss, are you going to the ball too?"

Rachel saw her standing up slowly, picking a dress from the closet, and couldn't help but stepped forward to help, "There are indeed many young talents gathered there tonight, and I think Master Arthur's best friend Cass is also indispensable." Viscount Alley and Lord Campbell, maybe Prince August is here, and you will be very popular again."

"I think you misunderstood." Ivy took out a sea-mist blue and black gauze dress and said, "I'm just going to catch my canary back."

"Canary?" Rachel really misunderstood, "Cats and birds don't deal with each other. I'm afraid your Siamese cat will do cruel things to birds, and maybe even feed on the latter. If If you have to raise them together, it is best to hang the canary cage at the highest place."

She was suddenly a little curious about how Ivy's hobbies changed so quickly. She remembered that this lady never liked raising small animals at home.

"Arthur, come here." Ivy called softly, squatting down and stroking the cat that rushed to her feet, watching it greedily licking the wool carpet on the ground, her eyes full of love and affection, "Oh, look, My little Arthur is hungry, so what if I feed him some bird meat."

The author has something to say:

I still want to say that the heroine is an animal protection enthusiast!She was just making a metaphor!

And, the literature is coming soon, I am modifying the wording so that it can pass the review!