The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Under the moonlight, Frederick was as sinister as a ghost, with hostility splashing out of his pupils, and the tails of his eyes were scarlet, like a prisoner who had escaped from hell.

"I don't need anyone to teach me to be a bad guy." Ivy stared at him coldly, "I have my own rules."

But he laughed disapprovingly: "You will regret it, Wellesley. You will definitely regret it."

"No one is qualified to tell me what to do." She laughed back, "No one is qualified to change me."

"I hope you will always remember your words. You will regret your weakness and so-called kindness. If you don't have the courage to shuffle the cards, you should never try to sit on the poker table."

"I'll wait and see." Ivy bent her lips, "But I think those who only want to destroy but dare not face it are cowards."

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Coming here from her own world, this is the first time Ivy has fallen into predicament.

She was walking alone on the streets of London, and she walked to Shaftesbury Street without knowing it. When she saw colorful oil pastels and artists in sloppy clothes, many people couldn't help lowering their voices when they passed by.

However, as soon as she set foot in this secret realm, the young Mr. Duke came to mind.

He has an amazing love for painting, which makes it hard to believe that a loyal realist would have such a keen understanding of art.

Ivy walked along the stone road, and he was indeed sitting on a small table in a street cafe, silently and quietly making a watercolor painting.

Pure white pigeons stop and go at his feet, the sun shines in through the gaps in the birch trees overhead, the leaf shadows move mottled, and the chestnut hair is dipped in orange gold, just like the god of light in Greek mythology.

His expression was so focused that Ivy didn't want to disturb him, and wanted to turn around and leave without waiting for a greeting.

However, in an instant, she suddenly heard a gentle "Miss Wellesley" from behind.

Turning around subconsciously, he saw his dark blue pupils staring at him, like a vast sea of ​​silence.

She twitched the corner of her mouth, "Mr. Duke."

He put down his brush, stood up gracefully, and walked over slowly.

Walking to a distance of one foot in front of her, he bent slightly, and his eyes beckoned her to reach out.

She reacted, took off the lace gloves, and put the back of her hand close to his lips.

Then he kissed lightly, almost superficially, but just enough to leave a hot touch on his fingertips.

She caught a glimpse of a red mark on his wrist, where the marks of the chains were still there, more pronounced on the fair skin.

But he has always maintained a distance that is neither far nor near.In the eyes of others, the two of them are at best just a casual acquaintance, and the indifference between their demeanor seems to be deliberate.

As if seeing her mood, he leaned over and politely asked her to sit down with a rare gentle tone.

"If you don't mind and you have time, please be my model for an afternoon."

His request was so abnormal that Ivy thought for a moment that she had heard it wrong.

Fragrant citrus notes cover the olfactory senses.When she came back to her senses, she had already nodded in confusion.

"Just sit there." He asked the waiter to bring a cup of steaming coffee, just added two spoonfuls of sugar and milk, "It doesn't matter if you move your body freely."

No one dared to disturb the state of his painting, and the gaze he stared at her was extremely calm, unable to capture any emotion from his face.

There was a distance of about five meters between them. The white pigeons flapped their wings and made sharp noises. One even flew to his shoulder, standing there fearlessly, showing no intention of leaving.

He also let the pigeon enjoy the sun comfortably, smudged the light-colored watercolor with a pen, and outlined delicate strokes.

About two hours later, he suddenly left his seat, "Miss Wellesley, I'm sorry I'm sorry for not being with you for a while, I need some inspiration."

Ivy nodded, seeing his figure disappearing from sight, and glanced casually at his easel.

But I found that there were only some fragmentary backgrounds, such as the sycamore trees on the street, the birds perched on the church, and the blue sky with white clouds, but I didn't start to draw her outline.

When he came back, Ivy saw that his chestnut hair was wet and stuck to his cheeks unrestrainedly, as if he had just been poured a heavy rain.

He stood and lit a cigarette, and the lingering clouds and mist slowly blew away in the wind.

The jellyfish-like smoke cloud covered the face, revealing the deep pupils faintly, just like a seabird falling into the water and sinking silently.

After about a moment, he extinguished the sparks and sat down again.

The brush rubbed against the paper, making a small rustling sound. He seemed to have a sudden inspiration, and he wrote so fast that he didn't need to look at her as a model anymore.

After a short period of time, the pocket watch had only gone half a circle before he stopped writing, gently took the painting off the shelf, got up and walked in front of her.

"Sorry for keeping you waiting."

She took it and found that he had drawn Artemis wearing a crescent crown in her image on the original background.

The goddess of hunting who despises marriage between men and women, yearns for independence and freedom, and enjoys endless virginity.

She looked up at him in surprise. He was putting away his easel. After noticing her eyes, a smile appeared on the corner of his mouth.

"If you're not satisfied, I'll change it."

"I was just unexpected." Ivy shook her head, "I thought my image in your eyes was never very good."

"No, it's always been fine."

He suddenly said...

Dazed for a moment, she watched him lower his head to wipe his paint-stained hands, smiled, and heard his voice coming over unhurriedly: "This society is already under the surface, and there are many misunderstandings, and I don't care about it." Exception. Maybe I have a very different view than you, and you want to break the rules and create your own order.

And I was chasing reality and getting back on track, so there was a lot of unhappiness between us.But from the first time I saw you at the ball at the Wilburtons, you never stopped shining in my eyes. "

Ivy's long-standing speculation was suddenly confirmed.

"You, like me, don't belong to this world, do you?"

"As you can imagine, I'm not from here." He looked at her, "It's just that I've spent more time here and have adapted to the rules of this world."

"Then have you compromised?"

He smiled: "Of course it's impossible. I'm just looking for my own way and staying awake so that I can understand what to do next. So although our paths are different, I don't want to let other people's eyes influence your choice. No one in the world has the right to control your thoughts. There is no right or wrong in everything, you just need to stick to your original intention, even if the road ahead is difficult, please use your own way to change the world.”

"But now that Great Britain is in danger, I don't know what to do." Ivy said distressedly, "I can't use darkness to create new darkness. But I can't find an easier way to achieve my goal."

He smiled knowingly, looking into her light blue eyes, "You have to trust your brother, you are lucky, your brother is none other than Arthur."

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