The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The explosion was deafening, and the screams of the crowd were overwhelming. Ivy smiled and sighed: "Look, they always make a fuss about irrelevant people and things."

"Human nature is often noisy." Frederick said vaguely, taking a gulp of aged brandy into his mouth.

His Adam's apple was rolling up and down, and he smelled strongly of alcohol. He put his hand on her shoulder and said with a smile, "However, assassinating the Prime Minister is a charge of life imprisonment in the Tower of London."

She turned sideways calmly, avoiding his outstretched hand, and said disapprovingly: "He should pay for his words and deeds."

"Then Percival would never have imagined that he would die at the hands of a woman whom he had ridiculed while holding great power."

"So this is all his fault." A smile flashed in Ivy's eyes, "He looks down on women, so let him die from his ignorance. Don't they always say that women are vicious, cunning, and greedy? Since they like to use the most vicious Words describe women, so I don’t need to practice the correctness of this statement, how can I be worthy of their racking their brains to suppress women?”

Hearing this, the smile on the corner of Frederick's mouth gradually disappeared, and he was silent for a moment.

The pungent aroma of brandy flooded him, and he staggered back, nearly falling to the ground.

"This is a ghostly world." He muttered, burst into a terrible laugh, covered his eyes with his palms, and shouted, "The gang of hypocrites who are tyrannical are damned! Wearing suits that look like dogs If you think you can cover up the filth in your heart, you should all go to hell!"

His expression was cynical, and there was a strange firelight flickering between his brows, and the dark shadow of the theater was reflected heavily in his dark gray eyes.

Gritting his teeth and insulting, he suddenly turned to Ivy: "Peel off their hypocritical disguise. They think they are in charge of justice, and treat your women as vassals according to the oracle. You should expose their ugly face severely."

"This group of men are cowards, that's why they are afraid of unknown power. So they simply use stupid means to kill them all. Their opposition and restraint are just because of their complete cowardice. Just wait and see, when women hold power stick, they would just kneel down in fear and beg for forgiveness, begging for mercy like a dog."

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The assassination of the first meeting shocked the ruling and opposition parties.

George III was shocked by this and ordered to investigate the cause of the death of this powerful minister. After several days and nights of tracking, the police finally locked the suspect, a frustrated businessman on the verge of bankruptcy.

According to his own admission, because Percival's business policies seriously infringed on his interests, resulting in the failure of the property, his wife resolutely left him, causing him to take risks and gamble the rest of his life to assassinate the Prime Minister.

This reason sounds reasonable. The Prime Minister did lack compassion for civilians during his lifetime. The police and judges were also satisfied that they finally got the result enough to hand over the matter, and hurriedly reported it to the furious king.

Even though the king was full of displeasure, he had to accept the conclusions drawn from this investigation, and ordered that the prime minister be honored after his death in recognition of his contribution to Great Britain.

The whole parliament was so busy with the whole story of this matter that they forgot the matter that everyone opposed before. Ivy took this opportunity to get her own right of inheritance and quickly opened a military factory in Ireland secretly.

The 1777 rifle used by the French army was the most proud work of Napoleon, who praised it as "the best weapon in history, especially when equipped with a bayonet". Being able to take advantage is also a major factor for the French army to be invincible.

But unfortunately, his opponent is Arthur, and Arthur's sister is Ivy.

Of course she couldn't tolerate her brother's army being weaker than the enemy's army in this respect.So he spent a lot of money and hired experts to develop Brown Bass muskets.

This is also a kind of flintlock gun. The effective range of probability shooting is as high as 300 meters. The ignition efficiency is higher than that of traditional matchlock guns. A well-trained shooter can effectively load and shoot twice per minute. Lots of equipment.

But Ai Wei did not hesitate to carry out mass production, so that her brother's soldiers must be equipped with this kind of better weapon than the French army.

In addition, she also specially issued Baker guns to excellent shooters, which can preemptively strike the target on the battlefield and accurately strike the target, which is tantamount to adding wings to a tiger.

She never doubted Arthur's talent on the battlefield, and waited for the good news from the Iberian Peninsula with peace of mind. At this time, Prince August sent an invitation card, inviting her to visit Windsor Castle.

The carriage stopped at the gate. When the prince saw Ivy, he couldn't help showing a warm smile, and his manner was still polite, beckoning her to follow him to the drawing room.

His dress today is decorated with gold embroidery, and his golden hair is combed on both sides. His noble and gentle temperament is worthy of his royal upbringing. He said sorry to her: "My father is still recuperating in the palace. You may not see him." him."

George III has recently suffered from mental illness, and from time to time he will experience some symptoms of drastic changes in temperament, and he regrets it after waking up.Therefore, the power is often in the hands of his eldest son.

"It's okay, it just so happens that I'm not ready to meet the king yet." Ivy smiled, but there was a sound of light footsteps not far away.

They looked back, and saw that the visitor was wearing a gorgeous palace dress with a pink gold jacquard velvet and satin skirt, the sleeves were covered with a layer of hazy and fluffy gauze, the detailed breastless pleated collar was embroidered with gold and silver silk threads, and the tassels on the top of the head The crown is shaped like a drop of water, noble and bright.

"This is my youngest sister, Amelia." As soon as August saw his sister, his face was pampered, and he introduced Ivy to the latter, "This is the Earl of Mornington , her brother was the famous General Wellesley."

"You are famous, and I have heard your name in the boudoir." Amelia smiled.

Ivy quickly saluted: "It's my honor to meet the noble princess."

Princess Amelia's hair was pasted in front of her forehead, and she was combed meticulously from end to end, fashionable and elegant. The Bible said that "a woman's hair is her greatest glory", and women at that time regarded their hair as their own. For the baby, adorned with an intricate hat or a silk turban, giving way to style from comfort, with the hair in a high bun that sometimes hits the door frame.

And the princess obviously cherishes her blonde hair very much.After all, this color was considered a gift from God at the time. She used clove and nutmeg as hair oils, and she walked with a scent of roses.

"I've finally invited you. My brother is really happy today." Amelia said with a smile, "Miss Mornington, you don't know that my brother has been preparing for two days and two nights to welcome you."

"Amelia!" August scolded her embarrassingly, and then looked at Ivy, "You are our distinguished guest, and it is only natural to make careful arrangements. After all, after the father's illness, the castle has been destroyed. Haven't hosted our peers in years."

Ivy nodded knowingly and stood up: "Can you show me your castle?"

"Of course." August was right in his arms, and extended his inviting hand to her politely.

There are two rows of portraits of successive monarchs and queens hanging on the promenade, from William I, the first king of the Norman dynasty, to the present George III and Queen Charlotte, lifelike, the royal majesty under the candlelight Torn out of paper.

However, among all the solemn and solemn portraits, Ivy saw Elizabeth I at first sight.

She holds a huge globe in her right hand, a map in her left hand, a crown hanging over her palm, and her back to a portrait of a mermaid, representing her abandonment of her identity as a woman for the country.

Her ambition and talent made her the greatest queen in the history of England. Countless people praised her, and she was willing to prostrate at the feet of this virgin king who was never married.

Her portrait is outstanding among all other kings and queens, her pupils are squinting, and the vague pride and contempt conveyed to the world from her eyes, but Ivy stopped for a long time unconsciously.

Compared with those queens who may be more beautiful, Ivy is more willing to cast her admiring eyes on her. Standing in front of Elizabeth I, the long wind passes through the corridor, and there are bursts of whistling in my ears, like the sound echoing in the far north. The vigil horn gave the illusion that it was talking to her.

A queen can only be a queen if she clings to the king, and a queen if she steps on the king.

She couldn't help taking a step back slowly, her eyes were almost fanatical, and quickly dimmed when August walked over, and continued to walk forward as if nothing had happened. The latter thought she was only interested in the queen, so he took the initiative to introduce her : "You must know that one, the last monarch of the Tudor dynasty. Because she was never married and had no heir, she had to pass the throne to the son of her deadly rival, Queen Mary Stuart of Scots."

He seemed to think this matter was quite interesting, and his tone was a bit interested. Only Ivy did not smile, and said lightly: "From the time she announced that she married herself to the country, the future of England is her heir .”

On the day of the coronation, the queen put a wedding ring on herself, and her husband will be the England she will rule for a lifetime from then on.

August nodded in agreement: "She is indeed a great king, and everything in Great Britain today depends on her hands."

There was an ancient smell of rust and dust in the air, and tiny particles were flying in the orange-red candlelight. He led her forward, and at the end of the corridor was the Great Hall of the King of England.

Looking at it, she locked the huge throne above it with one glance.

Patterns in the shape of vines and gemstones surround the whole body, the top is decorated with a crown, and two gilded statues of griffins rest on the left and right, representing the rule of heaven and earth, and symbolizing the most supreme standard in the world-divinity and kingship.

Hollowed out below, the sacred Scottish Stone of Destiny is stored, reflecting the king's coronation and the blessing of the gods.

She stared intently at the throne above, every inch of the skin was splashed with blood and blood, the sound of the pope's prayers lingered, the wind buried the glory, and the conquerors who once occupied were eventually annihilated by the wind and sand.

But the dynasty they established cannot be shaken even by God, and it will remain on the land of Great Britain forever. They will be crowned kings with light and darkness, and they will gain eternal life with glory.

That was her real desire.