The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Today's Clarence Manor is brightly lit to welcome all the guests.

Because it is a masquerade ball, except for some elderly celebrities, all men and women wear gorgeous clothes, high-profile and exaggerated, and gather together in twos and threes in the hall, chatting up or chatting with each other.

"When will the little duke announce the news?" The ladies wearing long gloves couldn't wait, and several old acquaintances gathered together to discuss.

"It should be announced at the end of the dance, and we'll just have to wait and see."

"I have a hunch that the news of their engagement will detonate the whole of Great Britain. After all, one is the most beloved only child of the Tory family, and the Clarence family used to be a figure that even the kings of England feared."

"No, it's the most powerful alliance of this century, I'm happy to see it."

At this time, Miss Thurman happened to pass by this group of high-spirited ladies. Even though she was wearing a mask, others could still recognize her at a glance.

She wore a baroque tutu skirt studded with rubies, and every step she took, the bright red halo shone out, dazzled their eyes.

"Oh, my respected Miss Tolly." One of them resisted the pain of being dazzled by presbyopia, stood up reluctantly and complimented, "You are really gorgeous."

Another busy catch up, you agree with each other: "You can be regarded as half the owner of this manor now, we can recognize you at a glance."

"You are the most admired rose in all of Great Britain, my fair Miss Tolly."

The companion next to him gently tugged at the speaker's sleeve corner, and the latter suddenly understood and quickly changed his words: "Oh, no, we should call you the Duchess of Clarence now, please forgive our unintentional mistake."

Miss Thurman smiled, but still walked in front of them arrogantly, not even willing to return a courtesy.

Her followers quickly swarmed up and gave her unanimous blessings. Envy and admiration came one after another, surrounded her, and repeatedly praised her today's dress and the precious jewelry on her body.

She is the well-deserved focus of today, but everyone soon discovered a problem.

The male protagonist never appeared from beginning to end.

"What's going on?" Lord Campbell was talking in a low voice while playing cards with a few young people in the corner.

"I haven't seen Mr. Duke until now."

"According to my understanding of him, he may not be willing to see guests until the end." Patrick, the owner's constant friend, replied.

At this time, Prince August came over and became interested in the game, so he sat down and asked for a chip to join the crowd.

His card skills are excellent, although he usually seems to be a well-behaved royal boy.But he was unceremonious when he won the cards, and soon won most of the chips of his tablemates.

"Ah, my dear Highness." Poor Patrick had been triumphant all the way, but now he vomited out all the winnings, and couldn't help but look annoyed, "As a prince, you might as well let us common people."

"That can't be done." August replied with a smile, "Princes and common people are equal when gambling."

"It seems that Kevin's not coming this time is really a fatal mistake." Patrick said despondently, "I really want to see what happens when you two are opponents."

August smiled, but suddenly there was an uproar all around.

They looked around and found a white-haired girl wearing a butterfly mask walking in the door.

Wearing a sea fog blue long dress, she is unique, as if stepping on the clouds, and her hair is decorated with rose garlands, like the goddess of Mount Olympus who accidentally broke into the world.

In memory, there has never been a lady with long silver-white hair in their class.

Everyone fell into surprise, watching her walk slowly to the card table in the corner, met the stunned eyes of the young nobles, and said with a smile: "Why don't you call me to play bridge?"

Except for these young people who suddenly realized, the others didn't know who she was. They whispered her identity and guessed that it should be a young lady from a certain family who came from the far north.

"Long time no see, Miss Wellesley." Lord Campbell's eyes suddenly lit up with surprise, and he quickly invited her to sit down.

August was also at a loss, and poured her a glass of white wine with his own hands, "We almost couldn't recognize your disguise, you are really different from before."

Ivy took the goblet with a smile, and sniffed it close to the tip of her nose, with approval in her eyes: "Excellent Chenin Blanc."

Anjou, from the Loire Valley of France, is ancient and has a long history.

"Are you so knowledgeable about wine?"

"Oh, it's just doing related business."

While brushing aside the subject lightly, she kept playing cards in her hand, not knowing if she was deliberately giving way to August, but she lost steadily, and soon lost the chips of herself and her teammates to him.

Seeing the prince win softly, Patrick couldn't help shouting: "Miss Wellesley, this is not your normal level. I remember you won a hundred pounds from Kevin last time."

"My hand was born..." Ivy raised her eyebrows and said lightly.

August's trophies had covered the corner of the table in front of him, and she immediately made a hill for him, which was even with his eyebrows.

Suddenly, with a light flick of the fingertips, the silver coins and chips fell, crashing and falling all over the table.

At this time, the first movement of the Moonlight Sonata sounded, and as the first note fell, a silver coin rolled on the ground with a clatter, got into the noisy crowd, and then disappeared.

"Look, it's not good to be too greedy."

As soon as the words fell, she gracefully stood up with the wine glass in hand, and slowly left under everyone's astonished gaze.

The sound of the piano still came into her ears at a leisurely pace. She followed the sound and raised her head, and found that the sound came from the depths of the overlapping dark red curtains upstairs.

No one noticed the source of the sound of the piano, only she walked up the wide spiral staircase slowly, with light steps, as if she did not want to disturb the coldness of the moonlight.

Lifting the deep curtains, she saw at the end, a person was sitting in front of the piano and playing the movement.

He heard the sound, but he didn't react, still focusing on his own melody.

Suddenly, an extra hand appeared on the keyboard and approached him.

The fingertips of the owner of the hand are long and thin, white as marble, cold but delicate.

"Hush—don't move." She put her chin on his shoulder and whispered, "You missed a b-flat."

Then, she raised her wrist, lightly clasped his fingers attached to the keys, and whispered, "Let me teach you."

Her breathing was slow and fast, I don't know if it was intentional, like the trade wind gently licking the stamens, but it also aroused the uncontrollable nectar, stroking the cold white skin on his neck and behind the ears.

The fingers are intertwined, intentionally or unintentionally overlapping each other, and the pads of the fingers tap the alternate black and white keys, and the soft and round notes flash alternately in the two pairs of thinking eyes.

The moonlight sonata is as gentle as a river flowing under the night.Therefore, the guests present did not hear anything strange, and were still immersed in the atmosphere of socializing and dancing, but they did not know what kind of scene was hidden behind the dark red curtain above their heads.

Ivy looked downstairs through the gap, but she could clearly see everything outside. She observed the center of the glamorous dance floor, where gorgeous lights and magnificent jewels flickered, and extravagant projections were cast on the ceiling covered with murals. Into the glitzy Vanity Fair of the mortal world.

The gentlemen and ladies joked and conveyed their ambiguity, showing affection with their fans. On the other side, respected celebrities sat around the fireplace, suits and fine clothes accompanied by hidden conversations, and slander and sarcasm surged in the gullies in their hearts.

Some people are drunk and dreamy, and some are enjoying themselves.

Her smile deepened, and she whispered in his ear, "Did you see it? Their desire."

He was silent, not responding to her whisper.

He has always been indifferent, but now he looked deeply into her eyes with a pair of dark blue eyes like the color of night.

Her sea mist blue reflected into his pupils, dyed with almost one-color luster.

But she immediately turned her face to the side, avoiding his gaze, and at this moment, she heard his voice suddenly sounded in the silence: "I think, everyone will have desires."

"What about you?" She asked suddenly and bluntly.

He was stunned, and the surrounding fell into silence again.

Ivy suddenly laughed, reached out to take the glass goblet placed on the piano, gently twisted two fingers close to his neck, then tilted the rim of the glass with a smile, and poured the white wine into his clothes in a playful yet elegant manner. within the collar.

The transparent liquid instantly flowed down his exposed neck like a gurgling stream, wet his white shirt, and saw everything inside.

Ivy smiled and put the empty wine glass back to its original position, then bent down, her eyes were at his line of sight, and her voice was soft but clear: "Your desire is mine."

Then, her fingers climbed onto his collar, her eyes fixed on his face, and she unbuttoned him one after another, her movements were intentionally slow and anxious.

But he didn't push her away, and tolerated all her reckless behavior, letting her forehead stick to the flesh of his neck, and his palm pressed his shoulder.

"Don't move."

Then he covered his lips and kissed lightly along the traces of the wine.

It's strange that her fingertips are as cold as a snowy night, but her lips are as hot as flames. Just a light touch can burn a forest under her fingertips.

Chenin Blanc wine has a sweet taste of grapefruit and citrus, with a slight sourness, and a unique aroma of plants on the tip of the tongue, just like the summer in the South Indian plantation, moist but rich.

She could clearly feel that the skin under her lips gradually warmed up, her Adam's apple trembled, and then the carotid artery was pulled, and the sound of blood flowing was quiet and restless.

She bent her lips and gave a low laugh, but it seemed to ignite his anxiety, and she reached out and gently pushed her shoulder away.

"Ivy Wellesley."

He called out her name suddenly.

She let go of her hand and kept a distance of ten inches from him, smiling and looking up, meeting his pupils staring at her.

It seems that because of the madness just now, his eyes flickered a little, and his breath was slightly unstable.

It was the first time he had called her by her full name.

Trying to be as elegant and polite as possible, his naturally dignified aura quickly gained the upper hand of his surroundings, even if his clothes were half-opened, it was difficult to conceal his calmness that was different from ordinary people.

He lowered his jaw slightly, stared at her deeply, his voice was as hoarse as old wine: "Are you sure?"

Ivy smiled lightly, "Isn't this your purpose?"

As soon as he finished speaking, he suddenly stood up from the chair, picked up the pure white coat hanging on the side and put it on his body, covered the unbuttoned collar, and said: "Follow me."

Unexpectedly, he grabbed her wrist, and with the other hand, he lifted the layers of curtains, passed a long corridor, and ran down the stairs.

She lifted up her sea-mist skirt and followed him downstairs, looking down from the railing, the brightly lit dance floor was full of people, the musicians were playing Handel's minuet, and the guests were dancing happily waltz.

She took off a turquoise hairpin, let go of it quietly, and dropped it over their heads to the ground.

"What is this?" Someone was keenly aware of a pair of smiling eyes looking at him, and couldn't help looking up.

However, only a smear of pure white and sea fog was caught in the line of sight, which seemed to be fleeting, only appeared for a second, and then disappeared into the pupils of the eyes.

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