The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

"Of course, if you have the same playful attitude, it's not a bad thing to waste a few days on such a man."

Ivy squinted her eyes, and looked at the poet who came out of the room to refill her glass, "It looks...it's really good, and it's considered outstanding among the group of noble children in London."

However, she dared to bet that if it was purely for fun, a girl like Cerilla would definitely not be a match for a libertine.

"I haven't been to London yet, can you tell me what it's like there?"

As soon as London was mentioned, the small town girl Cerilla's interest was immediately aroused, and she immediately forgot about men and love, sat down, and began to listen piously and quietly.

"The ordinary people there are the same as here. They are busy working for their livelihood all day long. The gas emitted from the chimneys has blackened the Thames. But the only activity of the upper class all day long is to visit and attend tea parties non-stop. A well-off family Aristocratic children are basically shuttling among lovers. The noble ladies with high buns often talk about trivial matters tirelessly. They never have to worry about what to eat next, only because the afternoon tea dessert is not enough. Distressed by appetite.

When it comes to the ball, all young ladies will wear beautiful tutu dresses to attend. They can receive education from tutors, can draw and play the piano, and also need to master etiquette and French, so that they can be recognized as qualified ladies and gentlemen. "

She hadn't finished speaking yet, but saw Cerilla's eyes slowly brighten.Especially when he heard that the noble lady can be educated, envy instantly appeared in his pupils.

"That's great, I also want to learn how to read, I don't even know what it's like to study in school." Her voice was full of yearning, "I've never touched a piano in my life, and I haven't even heard it, it must be very beautiful ?”

Ivy nodded: "Yes, like the babbling stream and the church bell."

She suddenly understood the origin of Cerilla's extreme admiration for Byron. A talented poet can indeed shine in front of an illiterate girl.Even knowing that he has misbehavior, it still does not prevent him from shining in her little eyes.

"I have one at home, you can come and listen to it." She suddenly remembered this, so she extended a friendly invitation to the girl.

When Cerilla heard this, she immediately raised her skirt excitedly and followed her steps into the carriage.

In Ivy's manor, there are decorations everywhere that make girls dizzy.Obviously, they are some of the most common things in London, but in her eyes, they are a paradise that she has never seen before.

The wallpaper inlaid with rose patterns exudes the sweet smell of tuberose. On the table are the pink tulips that were just picked in the morning, and there are even round dewdrops falling on the deep yellow and dark grained nanmu tabletop.

Dark green velvet curtains block half of the setting sun, crystal chandeliers hang down from the high dome, and lit white candles flicker slowly.

"It's so beautiful..." Cerilla expressed her appreciation sincerely.

In her eyes, Ivy is like opening up a new world isolated from reality in a dirty and dark world, and constructing her own dream, but it is not an ethereal dream.

It is so close that you can touch it with your hand.

The piano was sleeping quietly in the corner. She walked up it timidly, but stopped a few feet away, cowering, as if she didn't dare to approach it.

Ivy walked over softly, opened the cover of the piano, and pulled the girl's slender wrist, and her fingertips touched the unfamiliar keys immediately.

So cold to the touch, so unrealistic.

Then with her help, Cerilla's finger pressed the first key, and a heavy "La" sounded, breaking the original silence of the whole house out of thin air.

In an instant, the girl felt that her heart seemed to be smashed by a stone, causing ripples, splashing clear and bright water, and quietly permeating every inch of her body along with the blood vessels.

This is a brand new world. She feels that the door she never dared to dream about is slowly opening to her mediocre and poor self. She welcomes her timid steps to step into the threshold made of crystal and olive wood.

She withdrew her hand and looked at the always cold princess with a charming smile on her mouth. Her slender fingertips fluttered over the keys, playing a series of gentle tunes. It was as calm as the sun-drenched sea, as if she could hear the heart on her chest. beating.

She is playing Bach's well-tempered Prelude No. [-] in C major, which is as calm and gentle as warm water in spring, like a young man standing in front of the window watching the dusk. The sounds of the piano are intertwined.

Every girl deserves to be beautiful.Ivy thought.

They were originally made of spices and everything that is full of fragrance. They should not be stained with mud because of reality, and should not be caught in a swamp because of uncontrollable evil. She will let them all break free and clean Standing in the sun, facing the gentle waters of the Atlantic Ocean.

This piece of music is very short. After the end, Ivy closed the piano cover and saw Cerilla's curious eyes turn around. Suddenly, she pointed to a stack of picture albums on the corner bookshelf as if she had discovered a treasure, and turned her head carefully and asked: " Can I see your painting?"

"Of course, you can look through it at will, it's not some personal item that cannot be moved."

After getting the owner's permission, Cerilla quickly took off the handful of exquisite covers, solemnly placed them on the tea table in front of her, and sat on the small stool restrainedly to read them one by one.

Ivy's painting level is actually limited to graffiti, and I have collected some of my favorite entry-level watercolor paintings.Because of the colorful reason, it does not look ugly.

Cerilla didn't seem to notice her poor technique, she just lowered her head, her eyes concentrated on admiring the "work of art" in her hands, and she gasped in surprise from time to time.

"Oh my god, your painting is really good, I think this is the best one." Suddenly, she expressed a joyful admiration, and Ivy couldn't help but follow the reputation, but found that her eyes were still on a page of Clay In blue.

It's really pretty, but unfortunately...it wasn't drawn by her.

Before she could explain, Cerilla raised her head suddenly, glanced at Ivy several times quickly, then lowered her head again to appreciate the painting carefully, and suddenly made an expression of sudden understanding: "This...is it a painting of you? ? It's really like your face, it's almost... exactly the same."

Ivy didn't think so before. Hearing her exclamation, she couldn't help but go closer to observe whether it was really that similar. At this moment, Cerilla suddenly let go of her hand, as if she saw something, and came out of it almost in surprise. Jumped up from the stool.

"Look! What is that?"

Her petite face was full of surprise and inexplicable excitement, and her bright eyes stared straight out of the window.

Ivy turned around strangely, and through the large French windows half covered by curtains, she saw a huge hot air balloon drifting unsteadily across the sky above her head in the orange sunset.

Her eyes suddenly widened, and like Cerilla, her mouth opened wide in disbelief.

The fiery red hot air balloon is like another round of the sun, it seems to illuminate the sky over the entire continent, dispelling the haze and cumulus clouds, making many people put down their hard work, and they all ran after each other in unison. Scream of excitement.

"Look! What a beautiful sight!"

"Oh man, look, it's bigger than the sun!"

"How is it made? When we have something to eat, let's make one."

This is the first time they have seen such a novel thing, and it is also the first hot air balloon that Ivy has seen in this era.

She opened all the curtains, raised her head, looked at the balloon that symbolized fervent hope from a distance, smelled the unique fresh smell of rose bushes in the garden, and the quiet orange light of the setting sun shone on her smiling face and fell into her eyes. In eyes as bright as stars.

"Princess!" A rushing rough voice suddenly sounded, coming from Basque.

He was followed by a large group of people, panting and running up the spiral staircase, and finally stood still, before he had time to salute, he said anxiously: "Princess, we just got the news that the grain carrier you bought has arrived on the coast But they were stopped by that bastard Lucas and said that they must be purchased, that is, you should go and redeem them yourself.”

Ivy's originally happy face suddenly darkened.

The gentleness of a moment ago disappeared instantly, and the pupils were quickly covered with ice, and a few words were squeezed out from the throat: "It seems that someone can't wait to get rid of me."

With a cold voice, accompanied by her unhesitating footsteps, she disappeared from everyone's sight.

However, as soon as she stepped out of the gate, she was stopped by a group of unexpected guests in front of her.

"Good evening, my dear princess."

The leading man's mouth curled up inexplicably, and after raising his hand, he bowed to her in a very gentlemanly manner, and bent slightly, "You're fine."

Ivy laughed, and even bowed back just as politely.

The moment he straightened his waist, his face immediately changed, and his voice suddenly became cold: "My lord governor, please come to this place in person, please return my property as a citizen to me."

His sharp eyes narrowed slightly, "What identity are you asking me for?"

"As Wellesley," she said quietly.

He also sneered.

"No one has the right to dictate to me." He lowered his jaw slightly and looked directly into her eyes. "I am the real king of this country."

As soon as the words fell, the guards beside him pulled out their guns from their waists and aimed at her instantly.

Ivy immediately realized what Lucas was going to do.

Of course, everything she did before could not be hidden from his eyes, which was expected, but he didn't expect him to figure out her real intention so quickly.

However, before everyone behind her could react, Lucas raised his hand and casually pressed the raised muzzle of the guard closest to him.

"Hey, hey, what are you doing, don't disturb my beautiful lady."

After finishing speaking, he leaned back his neck, his dark gray eyes were obscured by the setting sun, and in the dead silence, his slow voice came from the evening air: "Although I don't want to do this, I still want to do it." Stubbornly believe that this piece of land cannot have a second owner."

"Did you say so, Wellesley?" He suddenly looked into her eyes, his tone became cold, he quickly snatched the gun from the guard beside him, aimed it straight at her heart, and with a "bang", he buckled The trigger was pulled.

The author has something to say:

It's the final week, so it's alright to let yourself go and have some fun, right?

I'm too depressed, I have to get some color, I can't go on with the review, and I have to take a professional course the day after tomorrow, and I don't even have a textbook, and I can't memorize it.

Note: In the [-]th century, French papermakers Montgolfier brothers invented hot air balloons in Europe.