The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The mornings in Plitneys are lonely and deserted, and duels between men often avoid crowds and resolve disputes in a gentlemanly manner.

The two agreed that the front and back of a gold coin will determine the side that shoots first, God above, life and death.

The tossing was presided over by the middleman who was in charge of the witness. He threw the gold coin high, and the latter jumped up an arc and then landed vertically.

The relief of the British goddess is impressive.

Holding a trident and wearing a robe, the goddess chose Kevin to decide the opponent's life first.

Arthur's adjutant peeked at the expressions of both parties nervously, but found that they were all unexpectedly calm, and it was impossible to judge their respective emotions.

The two bowed to each other and retreated to the prescribed sideline. The adjutant watched Duke Clarence slowly pull the trigger of the flintlock pistol. of vibration.

The adjutant immediately anxiously went to check on Arthur's injuries, but found that he was safe and sound, and the bullet did not miss his back.

Clarence fired his empty gun into the sky.

Arthur's expression turned to surprise.

Clarence had always been arrogant and defiant, and no one could imagine him being soft-hearted.

Arthur turned to the man opposite and said loudly, "A real gentleman shouldn't be so cowardly. Your kindness as a woman will undoubtedly tarnish your family."

He didn't answer, just smiled lightly.

At this moment, Arthur heard the hurried hooves and whimpers behind him, accompanied by the sound of leather boots hitting the ground, "Please stop the duel immediately!" Immediately, a group of heavily armed soldiers came over shouting.

"Duke Clarence, we are ordered to arrest you." The leading officer showed the arrest warrant in his hand, and politely and politely saluted the two dukes.Immediately put handcuffs on Kevin who did not make any resistance.

The incident happened suddenly, and Arthur didn't even have time to ask the reason, and the group left here quickly.

In the court, the crowd who came to watch the trial of the heir of the Clarence family filled the entire auditorium, and it was bustling and crowded at a glance.

Such a rare scene is rare, and people are discussing it with curiosity.

Although they don't know the cause and effect, they agree that the Duke has undoubtedly brought shame on his family.

"Kevin Clarence, the council charges you with the murder of Viscount Castlereagh." The judge announced, "The evidence will be presented later."

Hearing this, Arthur in the auditorium couldn't help but glance at Addington who was sitting in the litigation seat.

The latter's face was covered with a gloomy expression, which seemed extremely displeased.

The bailiff was ordered to present the evidence, which turned out to be a row of reagent bottles, the liquid in them was transparent and whitish.

At this time, Arthur realized that his sister beside him suddenly stopped breathing, and his eyes became panicked.

"Antibiotics..." He heard Ivy whisper in a low voice.

But this term is too novel, as if fabricated out of thin air, Arthur has never heard of it.

However, after the prisoner saw these evidences, his expression remained calm, and he even nodded sharply as expected, admitting that the owner of them was indeed himself.

"These unknown drugs have been identified by the Royal Society of Medicine as mind-controlling poisons, which can cause people to have delusions and hallucinations and then act beyond common sense. According to Viscount Castlereagh's condition before his death, it is very likely that they were misused took it.

And we found crates and crates of such poisons in factories owned by Wellesley.

But Kevin Clarence voluntarily admitted that the object belonged to his previous deposit.Therefore, there is sufficient evidence to show that Kevin Clarence was the murderer of Viscount Castlereagh. "

The judge's trial was like a boulder falling from the sky, hitting the heads of the crowd of onlookers, immediately setting off a monstrous uproar.

Antibiotics, which should belong to the next century, have appeared too far ahead at this moment. People do not have the ability to understand and judge right from wrong. Their ignorance is determined by the times. The remarks of judges and the Royal Society of Medicine are standard and cannot be questioned by anyone.

Perhaps this is the drawback of excessive productivity, and God will not allow things that challenge authority to jump off the track prematurely.Even if it is a life-saving treasure, it will be misinterpreted as poison by stupid minds.

"Your Excellency, I have the right to raise an objection." Amidst the uproar of the crowd, Addington, who was sitting upright in the prosecution seat, said suddenly.

His eyes darkened, and he stared sullenly at Ivy in the auditorium, "Since the evidence was searched from Wellesley's factory, there is no doubt that Ivy Wellesley made the evil poison witch.

Duke Clarence, your actions are tantamount to absolving the witch. God will punish you for conniving with the devil's crimes, and the secular laws will also punish your accomplices. "

"Henry Addington..." Kevin's voice was steady and powerful, and it was clearly heard by everyone, "Everyone knows that I have feuded with the Wellesley family, and I even had a duel with the Duke before. There is no reason to excuse and take responsibility for an enemy, I just swear on my own honor, in order to maintain the honest reputation of the Clarence family, and state a fact."

As soon as the words fell, Ivy realized that the expression of the elder brother beside her had changed subtly.

They immediately understood everything.

The siblings couldn't help but glanced at each other, and the judge's fair verdict sounded in their ears: "All are equal before the laws of Great Britain, even princes and nobles. If they break the law, they are as guilty as the common people. By the Holy King, the court hereby sentences you for murder. Kevin Clarence is in prison for life."

Only on the second day of the trial, the war broke out again.

Arthur was ordered to lead the army to fight against his old opponent, the emperor of the First French Empire, Napoleon Bonaparte, who was keen on aggression and expansion.

After Ivy saw off her brother, the carriage drove to the Tower of London.

The prison here is specially designed for detaining the upper classes. Behind the magnificent castle, the eerie and oppressive feeling comes with bats flying out.

Relying on her identity and money, she quickly got permission to enter, walked into this long corridor, and under the leadership of the guards, she saw the man locked in the single room.

He was flipping through a book of philosophy by Voltaire, his brows were slightly frowned, as if lost in thought, when he heard the clang of the door lock being opened, he followed the sound and raised his eyes.

Then Ivy's face came into the eyelids.

"For me...you really took great pains, you didn't hesitate to arouse my brother's anger and provoke a duel, and you were willing to take the blame for me." After a moment of silence, she finally said the first sentence, "I'm so touched, I'm so touched .”

She felt that she should shed tears in front of such a selfless sacrifice, but unfortunately she couldn't squeeze it out.

She is indeed not a qualified kind person, and this nature surprised her.

But it was easy for her to shed a hypocritical tear or a clever lie before, but at this moment, she retreated silently and collectively.

Seeing that he was silent, she stared into his dark blue eyes and asked him, "Is it worth it to spend all of your reputation for the person you despise and disdain to be with?"

He still didn't answer.

The silence was like a silk thread, cutting through the cold air in the depths of the surroundings, entangled crazily, and rolled up her shortness of breath.

"Please answer me." She said, "Honestly, is it difficult? You are the most sensible person, why are you willing to help me at such a heavy price."

"I can't stay sane, Ivy," he said finally.

"why?"

"Knowing me is just a short episode in your wonderful life. For me, it is my light in the boundless darkness, and the only evidence for my survival in a boring life."

He loathes her evil, examines everything about her with his lofty values ​​that cannot be stained for nearly 30 years, the more he probes into it, the more he despises her, hates her blood-stained white hands, and has to succumb to the shameful trembling of his heart .

He throbbed uncontrollably, but as a moral perfectionist, he had to endure her sins again and again, allowing the latter to collide with his own values.

The wonderful combination of brokenness and desire crushed his calm sea like a tide, colliding with the reef that he thought was eternally silent.

The hypocritical society is full of material desires, but even love is not free.

For the only time in his life, he gave up the egoism he had kept for 30 years, but lost everything he was proud of, including his reputation, status, and prestige.

He didn't know that in this era, losing his reputation was a more painful punishment than suicide for a hereditary nobleman.

But he did it anyway.

She was just acting on the occasion, all men, no matter good or bad, good or bad, are fleeting and fleeting. He who has always been sober knows that her temptation is a trap, but he still falls into this false net.

"Sorry..." she whispered, "I'm not here for love."

Her answer was as early as he expected.

But he still smiled gently and accepted her apology frankly.

"Let you fall into such a situation, but let me have a difficult time."

"This is not something you should worry about." He smiled easily, "My glorious ancestors protected me from deprivation of my title, and my family's old friends and henchmen will release me soon. The disaster of prison."

He said it lightly, in fact, everyone knows that the battlefield is the most cruel machine.

"Well, if you represent your country as an enemy against me in the future, I will let you go, if..."

"I will never be your enemy," he interrupted her.

There was really no other way to think of it.

She raised the corner of her mouth helplessly, "Then what do you want, my moral sense is certainly weak, and I don't like to owe you so much."

"Ivy..." He finally responded, his voice was hoarse like the sea sinking into the fjord.

"I want you to make a promise."

"Please say..." His tone was so solemn that she had to raise her face to meet his serious eyes.

"Before you go to your wish, please cherish yourself as it is for me. I admit my selfishness. It has nothing to do with me whether others are in heaven or hell. I just don't want to see you sacrifice yourself."

Ivy nodded, stood on tiptoe, reached out, and gently hugged his neck and shoulders.

That's all...

Even stingy with a sincere kiss.But maybe she can't give anyone in the world any real kiss.

Her lips, like the petals of two pink roses, were covered with deceit and lies, turning into dewdrops to keep the roses alive.

"I'm leaving Great Britain," she said suddenly, and it was the truth.

He was not surprised: "Where are you going?"

"My country, Ireland."

He didn't even ask why, but nodded as if he understood everything.

"goodbye……"

This is her last farewell.Then he turned around and pushed open the iron door of the prison, followed by a dull and hoarse sound.

He watched her back gradually disappear behind the dark wall pillars, maybe it will be a bright journey to flowers and praises, she will be surrounded by countless adoration, and her future will be highly anticipated.

But he may never see her again.

But even if he had foreseen this consequence, he could only witness her leaving with his own eyes, and he hesitated to speak out the urge to call out her name.

The sound of footsteps in the distance was like a gust of wind, quietly blowing away the source of all his struggles and distress, leaving a beach as smooth as a mirror.

The expected relief never came.

The author has something to say:

Merry Christmas Eve--

It doesn't matter if the foreign festival is over, leave a comment and randomly draw a red envelope as a gift——