The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Looking around, among the full English words, almost all of them are words like "first-rate executioner", "villain" and "slave maker".

There was hardly a word of praise on that page.

Then the poet looked at the corners of the princess's mouth that was smiling all of a sudden.

So he took out a box from his sleeve pocket, picked up a cigarette from it, put it close to the dancing flame of the candle, lit it, and took a slight breath and put it in his mouth.

His posture was extremely elegant, as if he was fiddling with a delicate work of art, his slender fingers were faintly visible in the constantly entangled white smoke.

Ivy sniffed, but surprisingly, she didn't show any anger, and even remained calm.

"Can't men live without smoking?" After half a minute, she finally asked the first question.

This is actually what she has been wondering all along. It is really hard for her to understand why men, including some women, are so obsessed with it.

He raised his eyebrows and agreed with her remarks: "Almost."

"The discovery of tobacco was the only significance for Columbus to explore the New World. It can be said that this is the most convincing drug in the world."

He looked quite addicted when he was smoking, like a drowning man who fell into the sea but refused to go ashore.

Ivy did not answer, lowered her eyes, and continued to read his literary slander of her brother, even aloud.

"A great name is nothing but vanity, and honor is nothing but the sustenance of vanity. Some people may want to find their own ashes among the sins buried."

I have to say that the metaphor is exquisite, and the words are full of irony, as sharp as a bell, enough to wake up the drowsy heads of the sleepy.

Then she raised her head and stared at him darkly with a pair of meaningful pupils, reflecting that he then raised his hand, patted his shoulder heavily, and raised the corners of his lips again.

"You're a genius."

She seemed to be in a very happy mood, with a relaxed and lively tone, and her chestnut hair was floating in the sun, and half of it was dyed orange-red.

This made Byron a little displeased. He wanted to see how a rose that is accustomed to smiling would show a sullen look. The waist is the same.

However, Ivy not only did not express the slightest dissatisfaction, but also accepted all the orders, happily stuffing all the manuscripts in her arms.

"Hey..." The instigator couldn't sit still first, and asked a provocative question, "Don't you want to go over it again? See if there are still things that I need to correct."

"You are a genius." She blinked and added again, "I am not qualified to change the work of a genius."

Finally, he raised a bright smile to him: "Thank you for your sponsorship, just wait, I will be the first to send you the sample after printing."

However, when the page boy handed Byron the collection of poems that still smelled of ink, he flipped through his own works.Suddenly his complexion changed drastically, and his handsome face was instantly covered with ashen.

"Miss Wellesley!" He looked annoyed that he called her by her last name impolitely, and there was resentment in his tone.

This made everyone else in the tavern look at each other, and turned to see Ivy's reaction.

They thought that according to her temper, they should be unhappy about this, and their faces turned serious, waiting for a quarrel to come.

But she came over with a smile, and sat down in front of the furious poet, with a very natural expression as if nothing happened: "Is something wrong, sir?"

He threw the poetry collection in front of her, and there was a dull crash on the spine of the book, which attracted everyone's attention.

"What did you do?" he said angrily. "You promised me you wouldn't change a word of my writing."

"But I didn't say I wouldn't delete it." Her eyelashes were as long as butterfly wings, and she blinked at him innocently, "You are so proficient in Chinese, you can't even delete the most basic "alter" and "delete". Can't tell the difference? "

"Here..." She picked up the collection of poems and pointed to the page that had been completely deleted, "I have removed all your slander against my brother, forgive me for not being able to bear anyone speaking ill of my dear brother, Since you dare to write, you have to be prepared to be deleted."

She smiled softly, watching Byron's expression gradually change from angry to gloomy, and finally even gritted her teeth with nothing to vent.

He originally thought that she really didn't care about his deliberate actions, maybe even out of a preference for his talent, she could tolerate his deliberate provocation with a rebellious mentality.

Unexpectedly, she was good at taking revenge silently. Just because she knew what the most unbearable thing for a poet was, she just hit this point and slapped herself at the last moment, making him so angry that he couldn't bear it.

He has lived for more than 20 years, and no one has dared to speak to his face about what he is most proud of.

His slender figure almost turned into a ball, and after a long time, he finally squeezed his words out between his teeth and looked into her smiling eyes: "Your brother is just a hypocrite with a good face, who waged wars and turned the people Involved in his ambition to become a prey to his fame and fortune, every word I write reveals his true face behind his mask of hypocrisy."

"Whatever you think." When he finished his hate speech, Ivy not only did not change color as everyone expected, but shrugged nonchalantly, "History must be written by my brother in the end, he His writing will not be affected by any comment from others."

"Also, all the people who opposed my brother either cried bitterly and expressed their remorse before bowing their heads and admitting defeat, or..."

She suddenly lowered her volume, and slowly approached, approaching his ear, her voice seemed to come from the distant ancient times, "I solved it."

"So..." She backed away slowly, gradually moving away from his body ten inches away, "You'd better listen to me obediently, and don't mess with Miss Ben."

She let out a sneer from her throat, left the stunned crowd behind, turned and left.

After Ivy deleted those things that made her uncomfortable, she printed [-] copies of the poetry collection in one go.

At that time, there were very few farmers who had gone to school, and the proportion of educated people was relatively low.

Especially girls in ordinary families have never read a book for even a day.After all, there were not many boarding schools for girls at that time.Therefore, Ivy's printing quantity inevitably appears to be in excess of demand.

But of course she has a way.

Although people don't have the leisure to flip through a thick book, it doesn't mean they can't read newspapers and listen.

She selected the most provocative and offensive chapters and excerpts and published them in newspapers, and first let a group of local nobles appreciate them. After receiving unanimous praise and praise, she used the celebrity effect to spread quickly, and even deliberately bought them overnight. A great deal of paper sent the price of the latter skyrocketing in Dublin.

This was her usual routine, and no one found out what the problem was. They all thought that the price of paper had skyrocketed due to the crazy sales of this issue of the newspaper, and the contents of the newspaper seemed even more expensive.

Poetry was highly sought after in Europe at the time. They believed that "only poets can bring a world like gold." George Byron's reputation had already started in England, and this new work set off a huge wave.

In particular, the writing style of "Don Juan" is more pungent and sharp, like a sharp sword, piercing straight to the heart of the European colonists and the dark rule, tearing their rotten disguise, It reveals the face of the terrifying and ferocious monster inside.

At the beginning, they were only shocked by its gorgeous literary talent and rhetoric, but when they continued to read, they discovered the true intention and core.

In particular, the publisher of the newspaper also inserted news reports about famine and colonial tyranny in various places, and all of a sudden ignited a raging anger.

Ivy is well aware of the importance of public opinion and people's hearts. No matter in which era, the people have the power to overthrow any dark regime.

And what she did was to use the modern power of communication and media to make a powerful contribution to the flames.

For a while, the streets and alleys were discussing this masterpiece that turned out to be out of nowhere. People were full of indignation, thinking of their own painful and tormenting situation, they felt empathy. The excited people even started to burst into tears while talking about it, sad and sad. Looking angrily at the little food left in his family, and the poor relatives lying on the bed unable to treat them.

There is no doubt that Ivy's plan has been a great success.

As publisher of newspapers and poetry collections, her reputation, along with her creator Byron, has become an object of respect across the entire Irish island.

Many aristocratic girls lined up to peek at their new idol from the window of Byron's residence. They had long heard that England had expelled this great talent who dared to satirize the authorities. When they saw the true face of the poet at his desk, they all showed surprise , opened his mouth exaggeratedly.

"Oh my God, I bet this face is so finely carved, it's the work of God!"

"Just like his poems! My God! I want to lie in his arms and enjoy a moment of sweet laurel pleasure, even if it is brief, than I am now wishing."

One girl didn't even realize that the silk shoulder strap had slipped down to her waist, and she was still expressing her heartfelt speech. Even if her partner reminded her, her eyes were still immersed in her sweetheart in the hazy room.

Ivy was standing at the door, leaning against the wall leisurely, watching the bewildered expressions of these young girls, with a vague smile on the corner of her mouth.

The girl Cerilla also inevitably fell into the obsession with the young poet. After approaching him countless times in the name of drinking, she sighed: "He is really like a piece of jade."

"It's a pity that there are too many flaws." Ivy said coldly.

"Doesn't the princess have a crush on him?" Cerilla's 16 years of life experience are not enough for her to understand her master's immunity and aversion to such a charming man like a god. "Lord Byron is both handsome and peerless." Why are you so indifferent to him?"

"I don't like rotten cucumbers." Ivy said bluntly, "Chastity is a man's best dowry."

"But he is so handsome. I have never seen such a handsome man before. Even though I know that his character may not be pure. But I am still willing to sink into his beautiful eyes."

As soon as the words fell, a burst of crisp laughter suddenly pierced into his ears.

Ai Wei seemed to be unable to hold back, she couldn't help laughing loudly, and raised her sore neck: "If you can bear a guy who can kneel at your feet the next day and beg for love after seeing you, and then turn his head to you immediately after a week Another man who is madly offering love poems full of sweet love from another delicate flower, go and taste his lips now, I will never stop your persistent pursuit of love without hesitation.

But I can't guarantee how much fair and delicate skin those two thin lips have pressed.Deliver your sincerity to such a person, and be careful not to lose too thoroughly. "

The author has something to say:

If you really fail French this time, you will be the first to take away France!

Why, why is it so difficult!