The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

His slender and clean hands covered her slender wrist bones, as if grasping a cracked and illusory dream, and waving it away, the fragments fell into the world.

He pushed open a white oak door, and the amber-toned iris scent entered his nose, and the scent of nutmeg and yerba mate added a bit of undetectable lingering, making one feel like he was in a broken temple.

The red velvet curtains in the room were pulled open, and the dim moonlight came in faintly, just illuminating half of his cheek. She saw desire and restraint intertwined back and forth in his eyes, and the vortex of indulgence quietly enlarged in the dark night. People are inevitably involved.

Then he leaned down, his breath was a little unsteady, and then he kissed her lips.

She took off her butterfly mask with one hand, waved her hand lightly, and fell into the dense bushes outside the window lattice.

The scorching breath intertwined in the silence, and he could even hear the beating of his heart in his chest, as well as the subtle rustling of his fingertips rubbing his neck.

The sobriety is wiped out, and the original calmness and restraint are replaced by human nature, leaving only the suffocation that is willing to drown in the sea.

At this moment, she felt like a stardust in the Milky Way, stumbling into the universe, falling irresistibly into the unfathomable black hole, the huge gravitational force almost shattered her body, but she couldn't break free.

His kiss was like a punitive torrential rain. She almost couldn't stand up, and was pushed back again and again by the kiss, and she was gradually forced to the wall.

The back suddenly touched the hard and cold marble, and the coolness penetrated deep into the body through a thin layer of silk.

His shadow was cast on the wall by the moonlight, and because of his slender figure, he suddenly appeared condescending and aggressive.

Let go of the hand holding her neck, he took off his pure white coat, and threw it to the corner.

The smell of grapes and wine followed, she stretched out her hand, and gently caressed his browbones and cheeks without a sound, the face that was always cold was hot like a candle at this moment, as if it was about to ignite the fingertips she touched.

He visibly trembled, but let her grope, slowly melting the iceberg buried deep in the bottom of the sea.

The feeling of this touch is strange and amazing.Just when she fell into reverie, the gaps in the forest, the clear creek, and the crisp birdsong already appeared in her mind.

However, in the next second, the fantasy was shattered by a light nibble on the bead of the lips.Although the strength is small, it is just right at the most sensitive position, like a soft cloud being crushed, and a drizzle falling inadvertently.

She stood on tiptoe slightly annoyed, as if in return, and bit a mole under the corner of his eye.

He shrank subconsciously, as if he could no longer bear this deliberate provocation, he hugged her from top to bottom, lifted her waist, and let her wrap around his neck.

"You lost, my dear Mr. Duke." Her eyes were full of smiles, and she squinted into his eyes with a provocative tone.

He didn't answer, but raised the curtain and threw her into the bed.

The mattress under his body is fluffy and soft, it seems to be made of goose feathers, lying on it is like falling into an abyss, and the edge can no longer be seen.

"We've all lost, Miss Wellesley," he whispered, taking off her silver wig to reveal its original maroon color, stripping away the pretense.

"Damn you." She cursed in a low voice, then pressed him down, attached his earlobe, and blew intentionally or unintentionally, "You should taste the fate of betraying me."

He suddenly hooked his lips into a smile, turned over, regained the dominant position again, imprisoned her under his arms, and stared into her eyes with deep pupils: "I will be criticized as worthless by the nobles in London at dawn, If my reputation is ruined, my father will be furious with me, I wonder if this end will satisfy you?"

"This is your engagement ball." She smiled, "I disturbed you, and you seem a little unwilling."

"I'm just responding to my father's order, by the way, to attract you." He said the last part very lightly, and whispered in her ear as well.

"It turned out that I was just a dispensable choice. What a pity."

"I almost believed you loved me, which is even more pity."

"Sometimes, you don't need to be too explicit." She smiled, "But if I really like you, I will still be concerned about your reputation. Although you have worn this hypocritical mask for too long, you should breathe it out."

"But you still took it off, and I have lost all face since then, and I have to thank you for your kindness."

"I'm just paranoid." She looked at him, her role was reversed, and she pressed him down again, groping unscrupulously with her wet and hot palms, "I don't like the man I've touched who pretends to other women, even if I don't love you, and you can only belong to me."

There was a deep smile in her eyes, and at the same time, there was the clear shaking sound of the chain in the darkness, and he immediately realized that the cold metal was close to his wrist, and he couldn't move for an instant.

She laughed loudly, stood up immediately, proudly raised a key in her hand, and raised her eyebrows at him: "The winner can only be me."

Before he could speak, she continued with a smile: "This is the price of your arrogance in the past. I can clearly remember how you spoke rudely, arrogantly and rudely. I'm so sorry, and I, who has always been vengeful, offended me." Woolen cloth."

His wrist was locked on the bedpost, his face was full of unexpected surprise, and he couldn't help laughing: "Miss Wellesley, I'm really sorry for your trouble."

"Yeah..." She shook her head regretfully, stood by the bed and looked at him with her arms crossed, "You really don't worry at all, and you still want to waste my precious time."

"But don't worry..." She lowered her body, crossed the taboo boundary, bit his collarbone hard, and then straightened up, "Your housekeeper will come to rescue you in the morning, please wait patiently, I will Take a step."

There are too many things to be resolved, and Ivy has no time to spare for herself.

Because the last time the wine monopoly caused those merchants to suffer unceasingly, they have already learned from the pain this time, and resolutely guarded their inventories, intending to make another profit when the peak season comes.

However, they discovered that this cunning girl had already dumped the local wine produced in France at a low price. At that time, the market was full of Wellesley-Talleyrand trademarks, and their stock was overwhelmed.

There are very few dealers coming to the door, and it is another year of losses, but there is nothing to do about it.

And her factory, on the Upper Thames in London, recently added canning and wine-making lines, so it needed to be expanded.

At that time, Britain was frantically carrying out the land enclosure movement. Due to the development of the industrial revolution, the land of the bourgeoisie and the new aristocrats was not enough, and the public land ignored the sacred principle of private property and blatantly seized the land of the people. The king and the government even condemned it. acquiescence and support.

Of course, Ivy didn't bother to do this, but bought a few pieces of real estate from them with real gold coins, real money, and thus accumulated her own favorability and reputation.

"Bring all the books from the previous quarter." Ivy walked quickly into the factory, and at the same time ordered the assistant Abel who followed behind.

"OK, wait."

When the workers saw the benefactor coming in, they bowed respectfully and greeted with smiles on their faces: "Good morning, Miss Wellesley."

"Good morning, the weather is fine today."

She wore a dark black dress with a cashmere shawl of the same color on her upper body, and her long hair was pulled back, looking capable and free and easy.

"Put the title deed documents to be signed on my desk too." She said to Cecilia, and the girl responded and trotted to carry out her order.

At this time, a middle-aged man came over with an apologetic expression on his face. She recognized him as a supervisor in charge of the workshop, bowed to herself and said, "I'm sorry, Miss Wellesley, I'm afraid the indicators you released are difficult. Finished, the workers all said that they have to work overtime to meet your requirements, but they are not willing."

"Be obedient or get out." Ivy said bluntly, "I don't need to spend money to buy unhappiness, and if you complain, just get out of here."

"Yes, yes, you are right." The middle-aged man didn't dare to say another word, he looked at her displeased expression, and hurriedly retreated.

She took the account book from Abel, flipped through it casually, and glanced at it briefly, "Is this the number recorded by Frederick?"

"Yes, he has calculated all the accounts according to your instructions before you come back, and he remembers them clearly."

In fact, in order to guard against Frederick, Ivy had already calculated it herself.Fortunately, the results were similar to his, so the books were closed.

He is actually a rare genius, possessing superb acting skills and an extremely sharp mind. Unfortunately, apart from saints, there are no smart people without a bad heart in the world.

Cunning and cleverness seem to have been confused as equivalent concepts, especially in him.

"I see you again, Miss Wellesley." She was thinking, when Lord Campbell happened to come to inspect the work, and gave her a gentleman's hand kiss, "Yesterday you left too early, we didn't play Have fun."

"I have lost all my gold coins. If I don't run away, am I waiting for a loan shark?" She smiled and put on her mittens again.

"You are joking. I think the prince will only let you pay on credit. He can't bear you."

"The royal family's money is not easy to owe..." she said. "They have a million ways to make us spit out the pound. I'm glad I slipped away."

"It's a pity that we all lost yesterday to the point where we only had one vest left. We turned upside down the Duke of Clarence's house and played until midnight."

"He shouldn't mind..." Ivy laughed, "He can't see what you are doing anyway."

Hearing this, he asked in surprise, "Do you also know about this?"

"What's the matter?" She pretended to be ignorant.

"Ah, it's unbelievable." There was an unbelievable expression between his brows, "The little duke never showed up, and everyone didn't see him until the end, and even the housekeeper couldn't find where he was. Later, Searle Miss Man was so angry that she almost went crazy on the spot. If you didn't see it, she was so anxious and annoyed that she was almost in a daze. But we all feel that she is still reluctant to give up the little duke."

The author has something to say:

"The Story of the Little Duke Slapping the Face";

When can I be a man? That is to say.