The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Arthur returned to his manor surrounded by crowds and cheers.Along the way, the pansies in May were lavender like clouds, shaking their petals amidst shouts.

Anna and all the servants and housekeepers of Mornington Manor stood at the gate, warmly welcomed the return of the young master, took off his cloak, and put a taffeta coat embroidered with silk satin on him. The old man burst into tears, tears filled his eyes with excitement.

"My dear son, let me have a look." She grabbed Arthur's hand, looked at whether there were any injuries on his cheeks and wrists, and was relieved after confirming that he had not been abused, "Come and eat, This morning Linde called a rabbit from the outskirts of the forest."

"Mother, you forgot, brother doesn't like to eat rabbits." Ivy had to remind politely.

Arthur didn't even have the heart to hurt small animals. How could he be willing to have a little rabbit jumping around in the forest for dinner? The plate was not where it should be.

"Ah, I was negligent." Anna said apologetically, watching Arthur's face gradually turn pale, and immediately added, "The vanilla cake baked by Rachel, you will definitely like it, I remember you loved it when you were young Sweets."

"But have you forgotten, I have avoided all sweet foods since I was 15 years old." He suddenly replied.

Ivy was suddenly embarrassed by her mother's belated love.

And Anna was even more embarrassed.

She hurriedly signaled Rachel to answer, the old servant of course understood what the master meant, and hurriedly went out to repair the mother-child relationship between the madam and the young master who had been indifferent for many years with an apologetic smile: "The old madam has been worrying about you, young master, all the time these few days. During the days in prison, the old lady shed a lot of tears."

"Of course I know that my mother cares deeply about me." Arthur interrupted her sadness, leaned over and hugged the Siamese cat that was running over, and looked into its eyes of the same color as his own, "I also have the same feelings for my mother .”

His tone was gentle and gentle, and there was nothing unusual about it.

Ivy watched Anna's reaction coldly from the side, and found that her eyebrows shrank obviously. When she was trying to remedy the relationship between mother and child, there was a sudden sound of galloping horseshoes at the door.

What came was a line of orderly soldiers with serious faces.

The leader quickly rolled off the saddle, walked straight to Arthur, took off his military cap, bowed down as a subordinate, and handed him a letter.

Then they collectively gave him a solemn military salute: "Dear Your Excellency Wellesley, we are saddened to learn that the current commander, John Moore, has unfortunately died in battle. You have been appointed as the commander-in-chief of the Portuguese Expeditionary Army. Please lead the warriors of Great Britain against the army of French devils."

At the dinner table, Ivy did not see her brother.

Today, Anna is like a girl who has done something wrong and was discovered by an adult. She just lowered her head and ate her delicious meal. Rachel kept pouring liqueur for her while comforting her, "You are the mother of the young master, even if you didn't care so much He, I don't think the young master will blame you. After all, when he was in prison, you were too worried about eating and drinking, and everyone saw your maternal love for him. "

When Ivy heard this, a mocking smile could not help but appear on the corner of her mouth.

Anna was indeed worried about her son's life, but what was even more distressing was that the crown she was about to obtain was snatched by this prison disaster, and when Arthur's reputation was lost, she was more anxious about how she would fall. A laughing stock, a scare that was evaluated as the "mother of a criminal".

There has never been a pure kindness in this world, and the dark side has always lived with the soul.

Ivy restrained her smile, put down the knife and fork, wiped the corners of her lips with a napkin calmly, said goodbye, and then went upstairs to Arthur's bedroom.

His door was closed, she knocked lightly, and heard a voice inside: "Who?"

"I……"

"Come in..." A few seconds later, with the sound of footsteps, the door was opened.

She raised her head and saw a face without any expression, only cold and sharp remained in the mild blue eyes in the past.

She glanced into the room and saw a huge map of Europe hanging on the wall. Every fortress and key city was marked with a red pen and surrounded by circles, as if it was in a must-have bag. things.

As she stepped forward, she noticed a clear line drawn from Dublin, Ireland, to Paris, France.

Suddenly, she found a line written in the middle, and she couldn't help standing on tiptoe to take a closer look.

The indistinct letters outlined in the elegant italics combined into a familiar name.

Wellesley.

He wants the mountains, rivers, stars and people of Europe from south to north to proclaim his surname. The desire for power grows wantonly in the raised command sword, ignites his innocent appearance, turns into ashes and scatter on the ground. The true face of the exuberant Arthur Wellesley was exposed before her eyes.

Ivy finally couldn't restrain her hidden smile, and raised her hand to applaud her brother softly.

A person who can't bear to see the rabbit served on the dinner table hides a desire for supreme power in his heart.

No one can even uncover the skin of the saint, let alone the noble and selfless savior, who does not reject the use of war to build the foundation of prestige and power.

But he wasn't like that before.

He is upright from the inside out, and has compassion for all sentient beings. Due to his noble background, his demeanor has always been gentle and elegant, completely contrary to a commander who is accustomed to bloodshed.

He can obviously stay out of it and continue to be his flawless saint.However, for the sake of his sister, he still chose to let his ambition flourish, and together with her, he jumped into the endless black hole of desire.

A burst of joy suddenly rose in Ivy's heart, dragging a savior who symbolizes light and hope off the altar in front of the statue, the feeling of forcing a fall is really wonderful.

She almost kidnapped her brother, forcing him to draw a clear boundary between the white snow and the dark abyss with a bleeding sword, destroying people's expectations for the dawn.

Look, even the great heroes in your mind are captives of the desire for power, what so-called beliefs are you still holding on to?

She wants to spread despair with her own hands, create the illusion that she is the only god of light, and make the people who have been trapped in the abyss mistakenly think that they have grasped the rope of climbing, and voluntarily become the stepping stone for this ambitious man to ascend to the throne.

"Ivy..." During the silence, he suddenly grabbed his sister's wrist and looked at her deeply, "You must understand what I'm thinking."

The finger pulp covered by the wrist bone is slightly rough due to the long-term battle, and it is pressed into the deep bone marrow through a thin layer of tendons.

"Of course..." She smiled, "There are two different species of us in the Wellesley family. If I don't even know what my brother is thinking, I will shed the same blood as my brother."

"I wonder what my sister will do next."

"England has been seeking its own death in recent years, denying the status of Protestantism and squeezing the people's blood and sweat. The domestic economy is sluggish but it still spares no effort to implement reactionary policies. The anger and resentment of the people is accumulating, and sooner or later it will explode."

"So you're waiting." Arthur hit the nail on the head.

"The day the Irish people can't take it anymore, that's my moment."

After the words fell, he stood up suddenly, and the strength between his fingers holding her wrist couldn't help but increase.

The distance between the two of them was only half a foot, and if it wasn't for the gradually warming air in between, they would have been close to each other.

"You still chose war, didn't you?" Ivy watched a thin blue and white line bitten out of his lower lip, hesitated for a long time, and finally uttered this difficult question.

She avoided his almost sad eyes, and moved her gaze out of the window: "I'm sorry, I don't have a better choice."

The air fell into silence again.

All of a sudden, his voice rose, almost like a cold command: "Look at me, Ivy Wellesley."

"Everyone in the world has nothing to do with me. I only care about you. But how can I let you understand how much I don't want to see my sister's hands covered with innocent blood. You should always be innocent and eternal. Purity, instead of manipulating such a terrible machine as war, to play tricks unique to Satan."

His expression was painful and contradictory, and Ivy couldn't help breaking free, and gently touched the deep browbones of her brother's frowning.

"It was my mistake to cause you such a misunderstanding." She bent her lips, as delicate as rose petals, "You should have realized that your sister has nothing to do with beauty."

His pale eyelids trembled, and he wanted to speak, but she pressed his lips, looked at him with pity, and sighed: "You shouldn't be contradicting yourself at this moment, since you are trying to get what you want, And you don’t want to part with your kind and benevolent past, don’t you think it’s even more ridiculous to get cheap and act like a good boy, and to stand up at the same time?”

"But how can I blame you?" She sighed, stepped back slightly, and continued, "You are my dear brother, I will only tell you how to be a real bad person, cruelty is human A gift given to yourself, you learn to use it to grab your desire."

His eyes flickered for a moment, like the setting sun whose light was robbed by the night, and finally tended to go out as night fell.

Ivy watched him lower his head slowly with his own eyes, the knuckles clenched into fists turned transparent white, and a little bit of blood oozes out along the fingers.

She understood his entanglement, so she stood there quietly, waiting for her brother to be freed from his self-struggle.

After about a while, he closed his eyes, and finally said: "What I have stated in court is all out of honesty, without any falsehood. Even if I have to compromise for you, I still hate war. Forgive me for my dissatisfaction with it." Naturally resist."

"Dear brother, if it's for me, then compromise to the end." She leaned forward and stared at his pupils that were also staring at her, the light blue like sea water intertwined in the swirl, "Don't be afraid of war, I am before everyone The rhetoric is just a lie to instigate. What's more, what you keep saying you hate the most will turn into your weapon, and it will be your most proud achievement."

The eyes meet and coil, like two boa constrictors inhabiting the depths of a cave. Although they hate each other, they approach each other unknowingly in order to gain warmth and gain a chance of survival.

"Go, the Portuguese people in dire straits are waiting for your rescue, and they are counting on you to drive away the despicable invaders with your commanding sword."

She said, before sitting down with a smile, "The warriors are about to go, it's time for plots and tricks."

The author has something to say:

Brothers and sisters are all villains.

No orthopedics, the heroine is still a virgin, though maybe not soon (what am I talking about...