The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

"What?" Rachel reacted particularly fiercely, "Master, are you going to India?"

Ivy even suspected that she had heard it wrong.

When Arthur nodded lightly, she couldn't believe it. As a person who was about to travel across the ocean, he was extremely calm and self-possessed, saying: "Only there can I get more and better opportunities. Officer, you can rest assured that your elder brother Edward will take care of you."

"But we really worry about you."

Ivy felt that there was a cry in her voice, Arthur was in that completely unfamiliar place, how should he take care of himself.

But he still smiled: "It's okay, there will be many opportunities there, maybe I will grasp it one day, and from then on, I will rise to the top and soar into the sky. I will be the pride of my mother and you."

She suddenly discovered that he has always been inferior. He also cares about the gossip, criticism and sarcasm that belittle him, what his mother thinks of him, and how his peers look at him.

She used to think that those all-powerful figures in history were omnipotent, but they were like her brother Arthur.After all, we are all human, so how could we not be vulnerable?

It’s just that he is still Arthur Wellesley of the Mornington family. In the future, he will be the first Duke of Wellington to dominate half of the European battlefield. He will use himself to obtain the title of Duke that Anna dreamed of. , become the person he has always silently wanted to be in his heart.

"Sister, I made you a music box. It took a few nights to make it. If you like it, can you keep it?"

Ai Wei stared at this immature toy without moving, and then looked up at her brother. There were tears in her eyes, and she suddenly felt an urge to cry.

God, what a gentle person he is, even the gift is asked in a cautious tone, such a shy and introverted good man, it is a blessing from heaven to have such a big brother.

She sucked her nose hard, held back her tears, forced a smile, took the music box and held it in her hand: "Of course I like it very much, and I will always cherish it until you come home."

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Because of this incident, Ivy was depressed all night.

She was lying on the table and thinking about something, when the glass window suddenly made a "bang" sound, Ivy raised her head subconsciously, and was facing a pair of bright eyes outside the window.

"Hey, glass is very expensive." She glared at the laid-back young man dissatisfied.

She wasn't lying. Transparent glass was considered a valuable item in an era when productivity was not very developed.

Owen didn't care much: "The Mornington family shouldn't even care about such a small amount of money."

Then he disappeared without a trace.

What is this doing?Ivy didn't know what kind of medicine this brother was selling in the gourd, so she couldn't help walking to the window sill and sticking her head out to look around. When she saw it, her eyes widened immediately.

He was actually playing a guitar, even playing and singing by himself, singing the songs of ancient Greek troubadours like no one else was there.

In this era, the six-string guitar has just emerged, which is a kind of classical musical instrument, and it is at a time when it is widely popular.Although Ivy doesn't mind experiencing the most popular music nowadays, it doesn't mean that Anna doesn't mind.

Sure enough, within a few minutes, Anna screamed angrily from upstairs: "Where is the gypsy doing a show? Rachel! Get him out!"

Seeing this, Ivy quickly put on a coat, and climbed down from the window along the uneven wall. Fortunately, the owner of this body is a bit skilled, and was able to safely land from the second floor to the ground within 30 seconds.

"Hey, are you crazy? My mother is still sleeping." Before she touched the ground, she whispered to Owen.

He put down the guitar and turned his back on his back, as if he didn't care about the commotion just caused, he pulled out a rather naughty smile: "Can I invite you to take a walk in your garden?"

Ivy blinked: "Yes."

"Did you realize that the two of us are dating now?"

He has an ability to make serious words out of a joke, and Ivy doesn't want to find out whether he is sincere, but just thinks he is quite interesting, anyway, it's just that he likes him because he is handsome.

"I don't think you're on a first date."

He nodded unceremoniously: "To tell you the truth, London girls who pursue me can line up all the way from Buckingham Palace to Greenwich."

"It doesn't matter, the boys who pursue me can also be ranked in Paris, France."

"Oh?" Owen raised his eyebrows, "You are so modest, I am afraid that even Louis XVIII has to bow down under your pomegranate skirt."

Ai Wei felt a little unlucky, and she was almost tripped by a small stone.

"I'm not very interested in the former king in exile. But if it was Napoleon, I might still consider it."

"Napoleon?" He didn't seem to be familiar with it. "Forgive me for my ignorance, but I haven't heard the name of this gentleman, but it doesn't sound like a native of France, it seems to be from Italy."

As soon as the words fell, Ivy remembered that Napoleon had just emerged at this time, and had not launched the Brumaire Coup to shine in the French political arena.

However, ordinary British people may not know him at this moment. In a few years, he will become a household name, which is even enough to make the European continent terrified.

"He is really a half-Italian aristocrat, from Corsica. In fact, the French spoken there has an Italian accent."

"You seem to know this Mr. Napoleon quite well. Corsica, my uncle used to go hunting there during his trip to Europe, and he sent me a postcard there. The scenery is very unique, remember There are also deer, a specialty of the island, with sporadic spots like plum blossoms on their bodies."

Ivy still wanted to say something, but then thought it seemed impolite to keep mentioning other men during the "date", so she simply closed her mouth and looked for other topics.

At night, the night owl will make a shrill cry, which makes people feel chills every inch of their bones, and when their wings brush against the leaves of oak trees, they shake off bursts of rustling vibrations.

"You might as well tell me about your uncle."

"My uncle?" Owen pondered for a while, "I have always admired my uncle, he is an excellent adventurer and traveler, his footsteps have even reached the Cape of Good Hope, and he almost lost half of his trip there. Life."

"The boat almost capsized, didn't it?"

"As we all know, the storm was very violent there. Fortunately, my uncle had a big life, so he came back safely. My grandmother was very angry because of this, and threatened to deprive him of his inheritance rights and give it to her family doctor if this continues."

"Inheritance?" Ivy was a little surprised. She thought Owen was just a commoner who looked like a tramp, but he sounded like a nobleman.

"That's right, if my grandmother didn't like me very much, otherwise I would get a part of the inheritance rights. Don't look at me being poor now, and I was also a young master who was well-clothed and well-fed when I was a child."

"Aren't they all a family? Why doesn't your grandmother like you?"

"In her eyes, poets are even more unforgivable than adventurers. My parents died of the Black Death shortly after I was born, and I was the only one left living in my grandmother's house.

This poor old woman, oh, I didn't say anything bad about her, God bless her, she didn't like my father, and it would be a kindness to adopt me, let alone give me a share. Bit by bit of inheritance. "

Ivy was even more confused: "Did your father do something to make the old lady unhappy?"

It stands to reason that the elders would be more sympathetic to the grandson who lost his father when he was young, but this family doesn't seem to play cards according to common sense.

Owen shrugged: "Because my mother is only an illegitimate daughter, my father broke up with the family in order to marry her. So my grandmother was furious, and my reputation in the upper circles of London can no longer be stinky. She can It's strange to like me."

The amount of information is a bit large, and Ivy still has to digest it for a while.

After thinking about it for a while, her eyebrows were twisted into knots: "Honestly, what do you mean by the second half of the sentence?"

"It literally means that, as a respected old lady, my grandmother has a lot of weight in that so-called upper-class society. Naturally, there is a lot of support for my slander. Besides, I often idle around, which is what those elderly people say. Fallen people."

Then a bouquet of dewy roses appeared in front of Ivy's eyes like a magic trick.

Through the slightly dim light above the head, it can be vaguely recognized that it is purple, and there are a few flowers that are just about to bloom, and a clear and astringent fragrance slowly floats into the tip of the nose.

"You send me Mei..." Before he finished speaking, the words were stuffed back into his throat by a sudden kiss, his forehead was hot and humid, accompanied by the unique smell of male fragrance on his body, his heart was itchy.

This forehead kiss was too unexpected, she had no time to react, and was still a little dazed after being let go.

Under the moonlight, his light golden long hair was dipped in a dreamy color, as if washed by clear sea water, it was scattered on his shoulders wantonly, and just touched the back of her hand, causing a small piece of crispy and itchy feeling.

"You are like a rose." His voice was deep and magnetic, which brought a strange feeling to his ears, coupled with his ambiguous and presumptuous smile.Ivy looked at him in surprise, and wiped her forehead with a handkerchief. "Do you do that to other girls too?"

"Oh, of course not." He denied it easily, as if the kiss just now was a normal thing for him, "You are the first one like this, other girls have become my lover. Because Without exception, they all fell in love with me."

"That's not too bad." Ivy breathed a sigh of relief, "I'm not in love with you, that's too stupid."

"It's because I know you won't fall in love with me that I will do it. A person as smart as you will never be deceived by a kiss from me. Falling in love with Ernglark is the most vicious curse in the world."

He has a serious Versailles quality that makes people feel that he is not in the world. It may be because such young literary and artistic youths with a down-and-out temperament are often very intoxicating. In addition, the rare light blond hair shows his poetic temperament. vividly.

He may be complacent about his beauty, but he doesn't show off, so he doesn't disgust her.

Ivy suddenly thought of a sentence, his lust? Lust is the raging tide in the night, turbulent and blind, but not dirty.

"If I believed in romance, I would definitely fall in love with you." She looked at him half-jokingly.

Too bad she isn't.

She believes that love rises from east to west and falls from west, but she doesn't want to believe that romance will last until death.Because in her eyes, love at first sight has never really had a shelf life.

Before he had time to answer, he suddenly heard Ivy's expression suddenly become terrified, looking straight into the distance.

The garden was lit.

The bright red flames danced with the wind, frantically fluttering and swaying in the night wind, burning the rising sparks all around, tearing apart the originally peaceful night sky.

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His lust is a raging tide in the night, raging and blind, but not dirty.