The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

After eating that day, Anna's face finally cleared up a little, and she talked more because of her happiness.

Human nature is always gloating. She was in a good mood today. She ate a roasted pigeon with sauce, wiped her mouth with a napkin, and said happily: "Look, I said that doing evil will bring retribution, you Seeing that the old Duke of Clarence used to be a domineering man, but now he has become a cripple, God has eyes, and it is his own fault."

"Yeah, it's up to me." Ivy wiped off the smile on her lips, took a sip of wine and said in a low voice.

Rachel served the master a bowl of sugar cubes to make coffee, and the wafting aroma immediately penetrated into her nose. Seeing the old lady's happy face, she couldn't help agreeing: "I heard that the old duke found some kind of brilliant doctor to save his life." But that arm is completely useless, even the tendons have been bitten off, and there is no possibility of recovery after thinking about it."

"I can only say that God can't bear to see him doing so many evils. I'm afraid that black dog is not the three-headed dog Cerberus. He was ordered to come and punish his sins."

Ivy couldn't help laughing out loud, this statement sounds full of comedy, but Rachel firmly believes in Anna's point of view, as a devout believer, she nodded in agreement: "Now the old duke is completely defeated Hey, he is so proud and conceited, how can he tolerate appearing in front of everyone with his disabled body.

It is said that he entrusted all family affairs to his son shortly after the accident, and he was lying on the sickbed, bedridden, resentful and self-defeating every day. "

As if they had already imagined that scene, the two old women involuntarily looked sideways at each other and burst out laughing at each other.

"Happy!" Anna expressed her joy unabashedly, "I see how he can't protect himself now, how can he frame my son."

"But mother, don't forget that Arthur still has a big rival, Canning, the most trusted minister of the King of England. He is a difficult person."

Anna's face suddenly changed when she heard the name, and she gritted her teeth: "Sooner or later, this shameless bastard will have to show him the anger of the Mornington family!"

Seeing this, Rachel didn't dare to help with cursing.After all, that person has a different identity from the old Duke of Clarence.

He was the husband of the late Sylvia.

He was the son-in-law of his old lady.

He was also born in Ireland. Because of his outstanding talent and eloquence, he entered the parliament at a young age and became a guest of the King of England. He was regarded as a potential candidate for the future prime minister.

Unfortunately, Sylvia died of illness a few years after marrying him.It is said that this romantic politician has an ambiguous relationship with Princess Caroline, the wife of the Prince of Wales, the eldest son of the current King George III of England. They have flirted with each other during their marriage, which made the Prince of Wales extremely dissatisfied with the green hat. Others also jokingly called it Canning is the "Prince Princess's lover". If it were not for George III's respect for him, everyone would have no doubt that these two people would have a duel, fighting each other for their honor.

However, in the eyes of others, this matter is a royal affair, and from Anna's point of view, it is a naked humiliation.She felt worthless for her daughter and angry at being disrespected.

In particular, Canning's jealousy has reached a terrible level. He squeezed out all his Irish colleagues, and it was extremely painful for him to see them promoted.

The latter has never been indifferent to the world, unwilling to get involved in the muddy waters of partisan struggle, and has never publicly admitted dissatisfaction with anyone.

Only when confronting Canning tit for tat, his mild temper would explode instantly when he saw him, and the conflict intensified into a war that could be triggered at any moment.

It's a pity that the current Arthur doesn't have the capital to challenge him, so he has no choice but to hold back his anger, suffer from his arbitrary oppression as a superior, and be locked up in a gloomy prison alone.

When Anna thought of her son's current situation, she immediately frowned and complained distressedly: "I really don't understand why the king still entrusts him with such a heavy responsibility when Canning brought such a great humiliation to the king's son."

"Don't mother know?" Ivy couldn't help smiling, "George III suffered from mental illness, we can't expect him to remain wise."

"Miss, something is wrong." Anna was about to comment on the king's condition when the housekeeper Linde suddenly came in in a panic and saluted the masters. She frowned in displeasure at being interrupted: "What's the matter?"

"Ah, the little Duke of Clarence came to visit the lady. He said that he heard that the lady was suffering from diphtheria and was bedridden. He came to visit as a friend."

"Friend?" Anna snorted immediately, "Mornington and the Clarence family are at odds with each other, let him take good care of his father, and stop the hypocrisy, our family is indeed in trouble. But he doesn't need to come The cat cries and the mouse is hypocritical."

Hearing the words, the butler immediately turned around to reply, but unexpectedly came back after a while.

"The little duke said he must see the young lady." The poor butler, who was not a person at home and outside, looked embarrassed and hesitated for a long time before saying, "He said that as the second young master's friend, he knew the danger of diphtheria. Therefore, he must come to visit Second Young Master's only sister."

"Mother, it won't hurt us to let him in, and it's just right in my arms."

Without waiting for her mother to answer, Ivy quickly entered the bedroom and lay back on the bed, pulled the quilt, and told Rachel to close the door.

After a while, the sound of footsteps coming from far and near came from the door, not in a hurry, and then there was a light knock on the door.

"Hello, Lady Mornington."

The voice was polite and elegant, but was answered with a sharp cough.

After a long time, a weak voice came from inside to greet: "Forgive me for being seriously contagious, and I can only talk to you through the door... I'm really... sorry..."

The tone is extremely ethereal, just listening to the voice is almost like going to heaven in the next second.

"That's really a pity." He sighed vaguely, "In this era, there is indeed no specific medicine for diphtheria. It seems that you can only choose to be patient."

Ai Wei keenly heard the message in his words, and continued to lower her voice, full of pain: "I think your father must have endured it for a long time, after all, his pain... should be far greater than mine, and it is truly amazing to be able to survive. ...is lucky..."

"Your illness is also very painful. I think it is no less painful than trauma. But my father did suffer a lot, but fortunately he survived."

"It's...a miracle..." Ivy remained half-dead, accompanied by a burst of breathless coughing and panting, before saying, "There should be a special medicine, otherwise I think...the effect won't be so fast."

"You guessed right..."

Before the last words of his voice fell, the brown wooden door was instantly opened, revealing half of a pale and weak face, the lower half of which was covered by a scarf, and the whole person looked like it could be blown down by a gust of wind.

"Then you...cough cough, help me." Her eyes were like an innocent deer, blinking up and down at him watery, and no one would be soft-hearted when she saw her, "You must have a way ,Is it right?"

She was still barefoot, and after seeing her, he had no choice but to remind her: "Miss Countess, you'd better not catch a cold, a cold can be fatal in this era."

"But you have antibiotics, so you don't have to worry about catching a cold."

As soon as the word came out, the air froze immediately.

He suddenly laughed: "The Countess really took great pains to pretend to be sick for this."

"Admitting that you have, is it difficult?"

"Yes, I did extract penicillin from the mold colony. I used modern methods and spent a certain amount of time and money." He leaned slightly, "It shouldn't exist in this era."

Ivy directly omitted his smirk, leaned against the door frame and looked at him: "I need it very much, sell me the formula, and I will give you the price you deserve."

"I don't like being coerced by others. I have the right to refuse forced buying and selling."

"It's not someone else who is threatening you." She whispered with a smile, staring at his still pupils, slowly stretched out her hand, and squeezed out a pack of cigarettes from the inner pocket of his coat.

"it's me……"

She struck a match neatly, and orange-red fireworks burst out instantly, dancing with the wind at her fingertips.

She lit the cigarette she held between her two fingers, and the white smoke slowly lingered and dissipated. She raised her wrist, and stopped it immediately when she was about to approach his lower lip.

Immediately without saying a word, with a smile, he rubbed away the sparks with his fingertips, and threw them into the iron bucket in the corner.

"Don't you like fishing? Then catch enough."

After finishing speaking, Ivy immediately turned around and stepped back into the room. The moment the door was about to be closed, the door was pulled back vigorously.

"Miss Wellesley."

He finally spoke.

Ivy didn't look back, she stopped pulling the door, and heard his voice behind, "If you really need it, it's okay to transfer it to you."

"Conditions?" Ivy couldn't help but raise the corners of her mouth, not letting him hear anything unusual.

"Return the equity in my family that you hold in your hand."

She turned around instantly.

"It seems that in your eyes, I am very naive."

"Isn't a technology beyond the times worth those contracts?" He glanced at her, "Of course I know what you're going to do with antibiotics, with which you can build an indestructible army, yours Soldiers don't have to worry about being killed by trauma, and you can stand tall with this advantage."

Ivy blinked, knowing that he had been seeing her intentions all the time, so she simply didn't deny it.

She knows better than anyone else how important it is to ensure the survival rate and combat effectiveness of an army. She certainly doesn't want to be buried in the infection caused by mere flesh and blood wounds for the mercenary army formed at such a large price.

In this way, the deal is quite worthwhile.

"Pleasant to work with."

The moment she shook hands through the glove, she realized it was their first time working together.

On the second day after getting the formula, Ivy secretly put it into production, and the assembly line was rolling. All the workers involved in the manufacturing followed her instructions not to reveal a word to the outside world, and sealed the produced medicine in the warehouse of the factory. Waiting for the opportunity, waiting for the day when you can tear the seal and show your talents.

At the same time, Ivy published an article in her newspaper that objectively demonstrated the necessity of Arthur's withdrawal, discussing the circumstances at the time.

Although the British army won the battle, it was not an appropriate choice to pursue the enemy. The treaty he signed dissuaded the French army from making further resistance and saved the lives of thousands of British and Allied troops. It might not be a humanitarian decision. However, being attacked by people with a heart is undoubtedly the result of disregard for life and jealousy.

England has never been short of talents with excellent writing and emotion. Once this sincere and well-founded argumentative paper was published, coupled with Ivy's secret campaign, it immediately swept the streets and alleys of major news.

The role of public opinion is indeed a sensation, and it is normal for human beings to follow what others say. When they read the newspapers, they couldn't help agreeing with "that's the case" and "very reasonable", and they all felt that poor General Wellesley was wronged. .

A few days ago, there was an indignant denunciation that quickly fell to one side.At the moment when the public opinion was deflected, the countess of Mornington, who unfortunately suffered from diphtheria and was dying of life, boarded the carriage to Brunswick again.

For Canning to be unlucky, she needs to meet someone crucial.

The author has something to say:

The Wellesley family has always been revengeful, and the little duke is just a tool.

Substitute the face of the heroine into the young Nicole Kidman, it's all glamorous and decisive.