The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

He appeared so abruptly that August was a little caught off guard, and his smile froze immediately.

After reacting, he was about to return the gift, but the scene that happened immediately was shocking, and the pupils of his eyes widened suddenly.

Mr. Duke Clarence, who was always indifferent, stepped forward and grabbed the woman's two wrists, holding them firmly in his palms, and firmly clasped her waist with the other hand.

Immediately without resistance, he hugged her horizontally.In full view, the noble princess was led out of the gate of the manor in such a humiliating manner.

Everyone present was stunned for a moment, but the Duke's attendant carried a gun with him. No one dared to step forward to snatch the hostess away. They could only rush to tell the groom who was talking with the newlyweds in a panic.

However, the group of people left too quickly, and when he came to chase them with someone, they quickly disappeared into the crowded crowd at the intersection of the street without a trace.

"Are you crazy!" Ivy at the moment he made such a crazy move.She was stunned for half a second because she couldn't believe it. When she came back to her senses, she immediately began to struggle violently, but found that it was useless at all. All the strength was just to arouse his desire to conquer. Like a small boat tossed in a storm, the humiliation and the pain of oppression hit at the same time.

However, Kevin never spoke, no matter how much she cursed, she never said a word.

At this time, she found that the streets, which had always been wide, were crowded and congested today. Everyone was screaming and shouting, chasing the gold coins and pounds falling overhead, which completely overwhelmed her voice.

The ragged tramps and the poor scrambled wildly on the ground, like greedy dogs sucking bones, stretched out their muddy hands, and squeezed their heads and blood for the banknotes with the portrait of George III printed on them. Unbearable vulgar words one after another, accompanied by laughter and clamor, desperately penetrated into the already suffocated ears.

The aristocratic guests who came to congratulate the wedding were blocked from the crowd. Everyone was dressed in suits and leather shoes, and the wives were dressed in colorful makeup. They stood in the distance and witnessed the farce, with mocking sneers on their faces without exception.

At this moment, England's weather is playing out its moody nature again.Suddenly, cloudy clouds rose, raindrops fell to the ground, and instantly intensified into a downpour, drenching all the people in place regardless of their rank and level.

The people vying for it did not stop at all. Even though their bodies were splashed with saliva and rainwater, they insisted on burying their heads in the place where the pie fell from the sky. The beggar-like children even took advantage of this opportunity to take advantage of their short stature and flexibility. Walking through the tiny gaps in the crowd, laughing and showing off the windfall with your companions.

Ivy stared at them intently, the noise passed by in a hurry, and then she was carried into a carriage.

The coachman was obviously very familiar with the surrounding neighborhoods, and he actually steered towards an unfamiliar area by precisely avoiding the crowded crowd along a street that only the natives who had lived here for a long time knew.

Peeping out her intention to jump out of the car, he only approached a few inches indifferently, and suddenly, there was a cold touch on her wrist, which was actually binding her with a secondary chain.

"Don't you know what you are doing?" She stared at him, twisting her hands into a snake, but unfortunately the handcuffs were too tight, sucking the skin like a row of jagged teeth, leaving no room for breathing.

"I'm more sober than you." He replied coldly.

This attitude of indifference immediately angered her, and her anger turned against her heart. She bit his shoulder, her fangs were like barbs, mercilessly piercing into the fragile flesh, like a beast that had awakened its original nature.

The fishy smell penetrated into the lips, aroused the almost earthy and metallic taste on the tip of the tongue, and crazily echoed in the blood vessels and nerves.

"Men... all should go to hell." She said viciously.

Hearing this, he trembled slightly, but did not forcefully push her away to vent, his endurance was surprisingly good.

When the snow-white shirt was stained with red blood, she finally let go, but he raised his eyebrows and casually commented: "It seems that you urgently need to calm down, my respected contemporary feminist, want to assert your so-called rights , violence is useless.”

He spoke of the noun with an air of indifference and an odd tone of condescending contempt.

His attitude was like watching a play of Shakespeare at the Globe Theatre. He remained chaotic and neutral, but it undoubtedly added to Ivy's anger. He raised his face suddenly and looked directly into his pupils.

"What qualifications do you have to judge me? Forcibly kidnap me? Are you using your high aristocratic status, or your masculinity above society?

Oh... yeah, how can I ask you to personally experience the pain of the weak.But it does not prevent you from opening your eyes and listening to the sounds around you, thinking about why your sister eloped, why you would rather give up everything and leave without hesitation, have you never reflected on the reason? "

"Do you think this result is what I want to see? It's all thanks to you, princess. Without your connivance and help, how could she abandon her surname and return to the country where she was born and raised!" He looked at Ivy sarcastically, but completely aroused her anger.

"Then are you willing to watch her suffer?" Ivy's voice rose sharply, and her clear blue eyes were dyed scarlet with anger, "She has been suppressed since she was born, and she was forced to marry her when she was an adult. The man she hates, the only so-called elder brother who can give warmth in that cold family, and grandiosely asked her to succumb to the so-called fate, accept the arranged future, and sacrifice her whole life for the consolidation and continuation of your power. You really beat me If you have a good plan, you will take advantage of all the benefits, but let a weak person pay for the suffering!"

Ivy ended her questioning sharply, but he didn't respond, but looked into her eyes silently.

The minute moved a half arc on the dial, the air in the carriage was dead silent, and the sound of breathing was entangled in it.

"There is more than one Alice in the world." He said suddenly, with a chuckle in his tone, "You can't save everyone."

"Of course, but it's far more useful than just sitting on the sidelines and being cynical."

"Did you never think about the price?" He ignored the sarcasm in her overtones, and said calmly, "I used to acquiesce in your choice, but today I must remind you that you may pay for it with your life, and even hurt you. people were buried with him."

"What do you mean?"

"Someone poisoned the wine at your brother's wedding."

"Who did it?" Ivy asked with a hoarse voice, with a sudden look of cruelty between her brows.

"The person who wanted to send you to the stake." His face was calm, and he was even unbelievably calm, "He is too greedy. He wants the lives of your brothers and sisters, and he wants the people who oppose him to disappear. His desire is hard to satisfy, and he is more likely to fail. .”

"Is it difficult to explain the reason?" Ivy looked at him displeased.

"Addington's policy of exploiting the people despite the exhaustion of the war has aroused dissatisfaction among the people of Great Britain, and sooner or later they will rise up and overthrow him and his party from power.

So he simply let the opposition completely disappear, the wedding guests were poisoned, and he happened to massacre those people on the charge of poisoning the nobles and the upper class. "

"He should have died a long time ago." She said coldly, "but why did you tie me here? Clarence, you should also be chopped up and fed to the dogs."

He deliberately avoided this question, squeezed her wrist suddenly, and stared at her: "Your cruelty is not much worse than his, isn't it?"

He stared at Ivy's hand, and he couldn't help rubbing her fingertips with his palm, and his pupils revealed suppressed anger: "It's these hands that assassinated the prime minister, and released a vicious dog to bite off one of my father's arms. no?"

"Yes, I was standing on the bridge, watching how your good father, who has been domineering all his life, screamed under the sharp teeth of the man I kept, and watched Percival's carriage blown into pieces in an instant. Not even the shards are left, and it really makes me happy to think about how they used to bully the weak."

Ivy finished speaking in one breath, and looked at him provocatively, the mocking smile in her eyes was like a cluster of bright fire, igniting the sullen anger in his heart beating wantonly.

"Shut up, Wellesley! Those who stare at the abyss are also stared at by the abyss, using dirty and shady means to fight evil with evil, what are you talking about saving!" He was rarely angry, his chest kept heaving, and he tried hard to restrain the imminent anger war.

"Who said that a person covered in mud is not worthy of being a savior? A hero must be upright and free from all sins?"

Ivy asked back, "That's right, my methods are indeed shameful, no different from those despicable hypocrites. But don't you have a more thorough and useful method? I hope you remember that I never harm any innocent people Everyone, everyone I killed, was not wronged."

After hearing her refutation, he cracked the knuckles in her palm, almost crushing her.

He stepped back slightly, but instead of being angry, he smiled, "Miss Wellington, you are such an idealistic conspirator... However, I have to give you a piece of advice when I look at you with the eyes of a latecomer. Violence and hatred won't help at all, just give up, no one can change the world, including you."

She hated to see him pretending to understand everything, and her anger broke through her reason again, and she said sharply: "This society is selfish, hypocritical, vain, and you don't care about the suffering of the poor. Pleasure, only seeing the glittering guineas and power in the eyes, even if the poor live in the sewers of their mansions, howling and crying cannot get into their ears blocked by cotton.

Isn’t so much Gavroche enough, but you are willing to obey the orders of this world, wearing your fine clothes sewn with gold thread, and sitting on the table leisurely in front of the fireplace , use your pair of eyes that you think you can see through everything to look down on the mortal world, and finally say lightly, give up, no one has the ability to change it.Are you worthy? "

As soon as the last word was written, a sudden light suddenly shot into the dim carriage, and the carriage door was kicked open immediately, interrupting his answer.

"Clarence, you bastard!"

Ivy in the corner suddenly heard Arthur's scolding. She raised her eyes and was looking at her brother's concerned and anxious eyes. After seeing her, she was instantly relieved, and then looked at Kevin fiercely.

He hugged his sister by the waist, pulled out the dagger at his waist and cut off the chain. With the sound of metal falling to the ground, Arthur took off his gloves and threw them at the Duke opposite.

"You must pay for hurting my sister. If you are not a coward, fight me in Plitnesse in three days."

The author has something to say:

I swear, only the heroine deserves to play robbery and robbery, and this is the only chapter that has a slight disadvantage.

Having already earned enough economic foundation, she immediately used this opportunity to leave here to recruit troops and buy horses to fight for hegemony. The new men acted as condiments in the process of fighting for power, and all the talents were used by her to defeat the current overlord Bonaparte himself. It is not a problem to unify Europe, and there will be more lovers.

Note: Gavroche is the beggar child in "Les Misérables", living in an abandoned statue in Paris, accompanied by mice and moulds, a miserable but optimistic child.