The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Brunswick Manor is a peaceful and quiet place, which is very suitable for recuperation and meditation. The woods are lush and lush, and sparrows pass over the head from time to time.

Ivy got out of the carriage and was led to the living room by the maid. She saw a beautiful lady in a white dress sitting on the sofa, teasing a rabbit in her hand out of boredom.

"It is a pleasure to meet you, my honorable princess."

Ivy raised the corner of her skirt and greeted her politely.

The rabbit and the owner turned around together when they heard the words, but the moment the former saw her, he quickly jumped off the owner's arm as if fleeing, and fled under the sofa.

Like a small living creature threatened by a boa constrictor.

However, its owner only saw the smiling girl in front of her. The latter was soaked in elegant upbringing, her voice was soft, and she was a girl who grew up from aristocratic education.

The beautiful Princess Caroline couldn't help showing a smile: "I am also very happy, the beautiful Countess Mornington."

"Although I live in seclusion, I still hear about your name. I heard that your industry spreads across half of Europe..." she said, "Can you tell me how you snatch money from men?"

"That's not snatching." Ivy raised her lips, "It can only belong to me."

"But they are not reconciled. After all, men are destined to have the vast majority of wealth in society. You have robbed them of their share. I think this is against our duty as women."

Caroline's thinking was very different from Ivy's, and she didn't bother to correct it, and brought the topic to her intention for coming this time.

Shaking her head, her tone was suddenly full of sadness: "Actually, Mr. Canning persuaded me that way, may God bless him."

Upon hearing the name, Caroline stared at her sensitively: "Is something wrong with George?"

She called him by his first name, and she didn't even intend to hide her ulterior relationship with him.

"Oh, don't you know?"

Ivy lowered her head pretending to be surprised to express regret, and sighed deeply, but bit her lip and refused to say any more, as if she was hesitant to speak.

This hurdle really aroused Caroline's urgency, and she almost jumped up from the sofa, came over and grabbed her arm, "What happened to George? Please tell me quickly."

"Alas..." Ivy shook her head regretfully, frowning, "That was a tragedy. Mr. Canning and Viscount Castlereagh had an irreconcilable conflict over Spain's dispatch of troops, which happened in Putnichis duel."

This word completely ignited the anxiety of the princess, her dark pupils were instantly shocked, and her eyes were instantly dull.

After regaining her senses, she kept asking: "What's the matter? Is George injured?"

Her concern was too obvious, and even she herself realized that her behavior was inappropriate, so she calmed down a little, but still looked anxiously, staring at the face of the countess opposite, trying to dig out the information she wanted.

But Ivy's face was completely calm, with a look of nothing to do with her, which made Caroline more and more anxious, and it was only after a long while that she heard her reply full of sighs: "Viscount Castlereagh is safe and sound, but unfortunately——"

"What a pity?"

Being interrupted so impatiently by her, Ivy smirked inwardly, but remained sad on the surface: "Mr. Canning lost this duel. He was shot in the thigh by Viscount Castlereagh's bullet and was seriously injured."

"Oh my god!" Caroline cried out in an instant, and almost fell to the ground and fainted.

Ivy watched her panic spread rapidly with cold eyes, tears dripping down her face.

"My dear countess, please be sure to tell me where George is now. I must go and see him."

The carriage sped by on the path back to London.

"Miss, is it too cruel for you to do this?" Cecilia, who was sitting next to Ivy, asked timidly, turning her face to test the employer's reaction, "After all, they are also true love, I think love should not be being exploited."

Ivy laughed suddenly, and the cornflower blue pupils flashed fiercely for a moment, but disappeared quickly, so fast that the girl thought she was hallucinating.

"True love? I don't think a man who cheats in marriage and has an affair with others deserves true love."

"Didn't he enjoy immorality? Then just enjoy it!" She curled up her lips and joked, "Now, the woman I love is by his bedside to take care of him. What's wrong with him?" Are you satisfied?"

She pinched Cecilia's cheek, and approached gently, "Little sister, do you think I'm right?"

Cecilia shrank back subconsciously, lowered her eyes in surprise by her oppression, and nodded repeatedly: "Yes, you are quite right."

Satisfied, she let go of her hand, held the girl's round chin, and laughed and laughed, and said playfully, "It doesn't matter if it's wrong. As long as I'm happy, it doesn't matter what is right or wrong. Her lover immediately couldn't hold back and returned to London. The pornographic news will immediately cause an uproar. The Prince of Wales loves his wife too much, and will only hate the man who cuckolded him even more. The two tigers are fighting, and Canning is already He was recuperating on the bed, and now he was tripped up by his love rival overtly and covertly. I can see how he retreated unscathed in this turmoil.

"Of course, this small setback is not enough. If you like to fight against us, I will repay you a hundredfold."

Cecilia was stunned for a moment by the calculation in her words, and then nodded belatedly.

"Dear Cecilia, please remember a truth." Ivy smiled, "There is no doubt that love is the most stupid thing in the world, it will only become your weakness, only by throwing it away, you will Stand forever."

"However, I think love also has a beautiful side."

This girl is less than 20 years old, and she is full of romantic fantasies about her future partner. She believes that there is light in marriage and between the sexes. It is the beautiful clouds that fill the sky like glass marbles, and the clear green water in the depths of the cave.

"Oh, its goodness has nothing to do with its stupidity. It's just that it's useless in my eyes. I've never objected to its justification. What I hate is to put myself and men in the name of love. Bind together, and willingly become his accessory from now on."

Love is a Pandora's box, where greed, lust, delusion, killing, and unpredictability sweep in.

Only hope is kept at the bottom of the box, and only those who are willing to explore deeply will go to pick it at the risk of eternal doom.

She bent down slightly, blowing off a leaf that fell on the window frame, and as the wheels rolled over, it turned into dust in the blink of an eye.

"The most failed invention of God is to create a bunch of useless men. Apart from wasting air and depleting land, their only purpose of life is to maintain the existence of human beings. They are held to the pinnacle of society by other male animals who think with their lower body, deceiving themselves and others I thought I was born to rule the world."

"Then you plan to bring them all down to the top? Even use criminal means?"

"Sin?" She laughed loudly. "Even the god of death is on my side, so what about sin? It's them who should be terrified."

On the day of Arthur's trial, there were huge crowds of spectators. Even though they barely kept quiet under the sticks wielded by the bailiffs, they still couldn't restrain the commotion.

"According to the accusation, Arthur Wellesley should be sentenced to life imprisonment. Although we don't want to see such a result, it should be so according to the law." The policemen standing outside were discussing in low voices, passing glances to each other. regret.

"But if he can pay a bond of £50, will he be spared?"

"According to the regulations, this is the case, but I don't think he can afford so much money. Even if it is crowdfunded, it will be difficult to pay it within the deadline. Although his sister, Miss Wellesley, is extremely wealthy, it is a pity that she has diphtheria, and even herself It's hard to guarantee."

"That's such a pity. The proverb says that blessings never come singly, but misfortunes never come singly. It seems that this is indeed the case."

The second after the voice fell, suddenly, through the closed door, the sunlight slowly shifted and shone into the eyes of everyone present.

Under the eyes of everyone, the back door opened, and Ivy walked in through the light and shadow of the sun.

"I'm not late, gentlemen?" She laughed, beamed, and spoke with grace and dignity.

The bailiffs couldn't help being stunned, realizing that the so-called diphtheria patient had really appeared in front of everyone, and couldn't help but look at each other.

After reacting, he nodded and said with a somewhat respectful tone, "The relatives of the prisoner are invited to sit in the first row."

"Oh, my brother's defense lawyer, it's me." Ivy walked straight to the trial stand with a smile, and sat down beside her brother.

"Miss Wellesley, I have to remind you that women are never allowed to go to court, especially as a lawyer to participate in the whole trial, you should not violate the conservatism and modesty determined by your gender." After a judge was stunned, he reminded .

"Then I'll be the first."

She raised the gold-plated lawyer's certificate in her hand, and raised her eyebrows to a row of white wigs on the trial seat. Her voice was clear, and the words were clear and resounding.

"As far as I know, there is no law in England preventing women from being admitted to the bar unless Parliament passes a ban immediately. Otherwise you have no right to exclude a licensed barrister."

"Miss Wellesley, obedience and docility are the virtues of women. We consider you from the perspective of social morality. Even if you have a professional certificate that meets the requirements, this is not the place for you to appear."

The judge sitting in the middle is a square-faced old man with a red face. He is very dignified and highly respected. As soon as he speaks, he immediately arouses the approval of his colleagues.

"You should now be in the drawing room of the manor, performing the God-given duties of a woman, husband and child, and fulfilling your duties as wife and daughter."

"That's the nature you should abide by. Your smart mind and talent are more suitable to use, rather than arguing with the upper class of society. This is not a field where subordinates can set foot."

There was no sound, and the group of judges thought that their words were like a chime, which could burst into applause as soon as it fell.

When they closed their mouths and waited for the thunderous applause, they found that no one responded, and the air was so quiet that a crow could even hear the flapping of its wings.

They didn't know that the audience, even the jury, had become Arthur's supporters. They had already been baptized by overwhelming public opinion, believing that Arthur was always innocent in this trial, and his hands were as clean as white paper , but he was able to lead the army to defeat the invincible and never-defeated French army before. He is the savior of the soldiers and the angel who drives away the devil.

Arthur Wellesley, is the pure haystack in the spring, the gentle sea breeze blowing through the Strait of Gibraltar, the eyelashes dyed with the gold powder of the sun, God created his body with the soil that is not stained with any dust, and he is born with the responsibility of salvation The responsibility of swamped Europe, the doomed nemesis of the dreaded French Emperor.

And his sister, even if she stands on the opposite side of the concept recognized by the whole society, in this game with traditional beliefs, she can only be the winner.

It was absolutely impossible for them to put Ivy at a disadvantage, so they kept silent, leaving the group of masters in the embarrassment of no one answering.

She looked at the men above who were trying to hide their embarrassment by wiping their glasses, and the corners of her mouth couldn't help curling up, revealing a faint mocking smile.

The author has something to say:

Court rulings denying women bar certificates depend largely on legislative intent and precedent.Court rulings, however, shed light on the patriarchy of the justice system even more powerfully than precedent.