The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

When Lord Campbell spoke, there were several people standing around, all of whom were listening attentively to his vivid narration, and all of them expressed their eyes opened.

After finishing his sentence, he turned his head to look at Ivy who was the audience, as if asking for her opinion: "Miss Wellesley, I remember that you also have some friendship with the little duke, what do you think about this matter?"

"Ah..." There was an irrelevant smile on the corner of her mouth, and she squeezed her chin, "It's really a tragic story, such a lovely Miss Thurman, it's a pity that she paid for it with infatuation."

Campbell agreed, and nodded regretfully: "Actually, in my superficial opinion, the little duke may not have planned to let Miss Thurman become the mistress of Mankasli from the very beginning, it was just people's speculation and rumors. "

Ivy had to think that the members of the House of Lords looked at things really clearly.

But she still showed a puzzled expression on her face, and shook her head in puzzlement: "It seems that I am still too young."

She lowered her eyes and sighed, and continued: "The upper class is always challenging my three views. Maybe I am not suitable for that world. It is really beyond my cognitive ability in the past 20 years."

"Actually, as long as you get used to it, it's easy to adapt. Our class is always accompanied by conspiracy and crime. Take our two houses and the cabinet as an example. Although they are in harmony with each other on the surface, they are fighting openly and secretly.

He is not even afraid to use extreme methods to solve political opponents.The vast majority of people who are highly respected are actually sanctimonious, and almost no one does not have blood on their hands, but it is more or less that's all. "

"how about you?"

She asked with a half-smile, he was stunned for a second, then raised the corners of his lips and smiled, "Guess."

"Do you still need to guess?" Ivy leaned against the wall with a sweet and innocent smile, "You must be the one who is most out of place."

"Aha..." The lord smiled and lowered his head, a white butterfly fluttered over and landed on his bow tie, "I didn't expect that in the eyes of Miss Wellesley, my image is still noble. "

"Do you think you are in league with them?"

"Actually, it's okay to think so..." he said, "otherwise I wouldn't have the opportunity to stand here and say these things face to face with you."

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Ivy was walking home along the Thames when a gorgeously decorated carriage passed by, with the golden deer engraved on it still somewhat familiar.

The coachman was in a hurry, and his direction was galloping towards the Palace of Westminster. A middle-aged man with a serious face was sitting in the car, and when he passed by Ivy, he even glanced out the window.

Her gaze happened to meet his, and she realized that it was the old Duke of Clarence.

He also seemed to recognize Ivy, with complicated eyes, as if he remembered how this young girl made him lose money.

She couldn't help showing him a meaningful smile, and even knelt down to say hello to him, her manners were almost impeccable.

But it seems that he is indeed very busy, with a tired look on his face. He has to clean up the mess caused by his son in the early morning, and now he has to go to the Congress in a long and dusty way.

At this moment, she noticed something strange. Everyone on the side of the road, without exception, had expressions of fear, discussing something with each other, and sighing sadly from time to time.

Listening to the words, it seems that they are saying a name in unison - Bonaparte.

Only then did she learn that Napoleon finally couldn't hold back his ambition and proclaimed himself emperor under the coronation of Pope Pius VII.

He is like an ambitious lion, eyeing the fat piece of the European continent, and he is even determined to win it. No one can stop the annexation and expansion of the territory of France. Its eagles are already hungry and urgently need the territory and people. Surrender to eat.

The people of Great Britain watched in horror at his iron hooves, quickly conquering Venice and Austria, and the anti-French alliance was completely defeated.Even Prussia, the former overlord, became a vassal state of France.

For a time, except for Britain, which was the only country across the strait that refused to submit, the entire European continent bowed down under the crown of the new emperor.

The historical process of this time and space was completely disrupted, and the situation was worse than Ivy remembered, leaving no room for her to breathe.

She even suspected that she came to this world from the handwriting of God, perhaps to adjust the chaos and repair the order that has been destroyed.

But she knew very well that if Great Britain became Napoleon's pocket, he would have hated her to the bone, and now she was just the emperor's fish and meat, and the end would indeed be disastrous.

He has always looked down on all directions on the battlefield, arrogant.As for the person who can confront him as an opponent, looking at Europe, the only one is his own brother, Arthur Wellesley.

However, the hero who can save the country is still trapped in remote India, and no one thinks he has the ability to defeat the all-powerful Corsican devil.

Although he has made some achievements, in the eyes of Bonaparte at this time, including the eyes of everyone, he is just an unknown pawn, not worth mentioning.

So the most urgent thing now is to call Arthur back from India.

She wrote to her eldest brother Edward for help.However, the current governor expressed his inability to do anything about this, and wrote back: "Dear sister, I am really sorry, I also want Arthur to return to England as soon as possible. But now we are at war with the Principality of Mysore in India. The war in Mai is stalemate, and I am powerless even if I want to."

Not only him, but even August was helpless. Faced with her question, he gave her an apologetic look and lowered his head: "British military officers have strict rules when they leave the station. Leaving without authorization is a violation of the bounden duty of a soldier. There is no doubt that you will be punished by a military court. If the Anglo-Myanmar War cannot be ended, your brother will not be able to return from meritorious service and cannot help you. I am sorry to disappoint you."

However, she never expected that Frederick found her manor at this critical moment.

Of course, he didn't come in through the gate because he wasn't welcome, and quietly climbed over the wall, hiding in the garden and waiting for Ivy to appear.

"Good evening, Miss Ivy." He was wearing an ankle-length overcoat again, slovenly, with bloodstains on his face as usual.

"It's rare to see you look so worried..." He looked at the surprised Ivy and said with a smile, "If I'm not wrong, a chauvinist leader is coming to settle accounts with you, aren't you afraid? ?”

"Although the whole of Europe is afraid of him, I have an older brother," Ivy said.

"Arthur is indeed quite talented." Frederick saw her intentions, and the corner of his mouth raised a smile happily, "But this matter is indeed very difficult."

He is indeed a genius, he can break Ivy's mind with a single glance, and even poke her worries.

"You hid here in the middle of the night, I don't think it's just for the cold wind."

He laughed, and sat gracefully at the tea table under the oak tree, propping his head on his hands: "I do have a good idea."

"Please say……"

"If you want Arthur to return to Great Britain quickly, then you can only let the Anglo-Myanmar War end as soon as possible."

His tone suddenly became extremely calm, and his light-blond hair under the moonlight was like the first snow in winter. No one would deny his charm regardless of his character.

"I really didn't see that you still have the ability to strategize on the battlefield." Ivy laughed.

"Oh, we don't need to take that risk at all." He said lightly, "But it doesn't hinder the control of the battle."

"You should know that the reason why the Principality of Mysore has the capital to challenge Great Britain is that it has the support of allies behind it."

He continued, "But the establishment of the alliance is for the purpose of breaking it, and it only needs an external force. Splitting is the inevitable result."

Ivy immediately understood what he meant, and couldn't help frowning: "But I think the East India Company you mentioned will not fail to think that it is not short of money. If this method is available, it has a lot of pounds to help the British army. win."

"Ah..." He seemed to have expected Ivy's reaction, and he pursed his lips clearly, "I didn't say to go their old way."

"Then what else? Poisoning Mysore's monarch, Tipu Sultan? Or a disease?" Ivy guessed casually, but he didn't expect his eyes to stare at her immediately.

"Poisons are a poor medieval trick..." he said, "but your latter one is advisable."

"Unfortunately I would never do that."

"This is the best way you can think of at the moment." Suddenly, a sharp light flashed in his pupils, "You might as well think about it carefully."

"It's never been my principle to hurt innocent people." Ivy shook her head, "It's not my original intention to bear sins that cannot be washed away."

He stood up, leaned against the oak tree in a slow manner, folded his arms and looked into her eyes, with a playful smile on his face.

"Want to be a saint?" She didn't answer.

Seeing this, his smile became more and more sarcasm, "Dear Ivy, you are not the savior, so don't imagine a pair of clean hands."

Seeing that she was silent all the time, he couldn't help approaching her slowly, bent slightly, and was at eye level with her, speaking in a low tone.

"There are no innocent people in this world, I hope you remember."

"You are not the adjudicator, Frederick." She finally spoke, looking straight into his dark pupils, "You are not qualified to dictate their fate, even if everyone is greedy for profit and sinful, it is not our turn to judge. "

"Isn't that what you want?" He asked suddenly, "Violence is the most effective tool to solve everything completely. This world is already rotten. As you said, the society is materialistic and everyone is greedy and hypocritical. Even the Creator God Don't be afraid to create floods to destroy the human beings they created, and if you want to reverse the order and establish new rules, you shouldn't be afraid to use violence."

"Then what if someone decides your fate like that?" She couldn't help but sulk, and her voice suddenly rose, "He also used such a high-sounding reason, are you willing to accept it?"

"This is a world dominated by rule makers! Wellesley, if I become an obstacle to the reshuffle of society, I will kill myself without hesitation. Everything you are doing now is not for violence. Violence, you're trying to turn around a world that's been rotten to the brink."

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