The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Sitting in front of the mirror of the dressing table, Ivy combed her long chestnut brown curly hair carefully and quickly with a poplar comb inlaid with amber.

Under the moonlight, she looked radiant enough, the red dress was extraordinarily flamboyant on her slender waist, and her bare neck was like a shining white diamond, which attracted him to temporarily abandon his gentlemanly demeanor and restraint, While putting on an ankle-length coat, she couldn't help but lowered her body and kissed her delicately.

Seeing his almost infatuated and fanatical expression in the mirror, she reached out to caress half of her lover's cheek, her voice was as hoarse as if soaked in red wine, "Mr. Duke, can I trouble you to put on the necklace for me?"

"I am willing to help, my Majesty the Queen." He held back a smile and bent down to salute.

Then he took the pair of sparkling emerald necklaces on the table, opened the opening with his fingers, and covered her slender neck.

Patiently and cautiously fastened it for her, fingertips slid over the bright red petticoat, and the delicate touch aroused indescribable heat in the blood vessels through the texture.

"I can't wait to see you in your crown. It must be unbelievably beautiful."

He looked at the radiant lover in the mirror, and was in a trance for only a few seconds. The latter's laziness disappeared suddenly, and the waves in his eyes were as deep as the empty and distant sea, as if he could restore his usual indifference and arrogance at any time.And the cuteness like a little wild cat is just a flirt for a short moment.

"I won't keep you waiting too long," she said. "I hope you can stand under my throne and be a qualified royal lover."

"What a novel title." He kissed the top of Ivy's hair, "But I am willing to accept it, although, even if I can be named a royal actor, I will readily admit it, as long as it is everything you bestow on me, I have no reason reject."

"Oh, that's much more noble than an actor." She casually pushed his body away, and smiled at him in the mirror, "After all, since there is a royal mistress, there is no rule that you cannot have a lover. On this point, We have to be equal, don't we?"

After finishing speaking, she slowly tied the tie of the skirt with a bow, and the slender silk wrapped around her waist, and then sighed: "Actually, I still plan to use it as a title, don't regard it as something worthy of A shameful thing, that would be a sign of your masculinity. You see, a royal mistress shares power with the king, and I certainly won't treat you lightly in this respect, my dear."

The status of the royal mistress was quite high in the court at that time. There were unwritten rules in the palace. The clothes and jewelry of the royal mistress were higher than all the women in the palace, and they could even compete with the queen.

Louis XIV's mistress had 20 rooms in the palace, while the queen had only 11. At the same time, the royal mistress was a job at the time, and the mistress could receive a considerable monthly allowance.

It could even share political power with the favor and acquiescence of the king.Although Diane, the chief mistress of Henry II, was 20 years older than the king, the king loved her very much, and publicly exercised political power with her, making her powerful, and honored her as "the Renaissance jewel of the Loire River". "The Chenonceau Castle" was presented to her, and she could also sign the name "Henry Diane" with the king on the government decree.

Ai Wei obviously thought of this, and then added, "Of course, it must be on the premise that you can come back alive."

"How dare the subjects disobey the Queen's order?" He laughed, "It's just that it's best not to reveal our relationship to your brother Duke, otherwise, even if I survived bullets and swords, I'm afraid I will die from you In my brother's anger."

"Oh, Arthur is just a paper tiger with a hard mouth and a soft heart. As long as I speak, he will never be able to refuse me."

"Including accepting me as his sister's lover?"

"I can't say for sure." Ivy shrugged, "But at least I can allow you to be a friend."

"It's a pity, I thought a big man's heart was broad enough."

"Please don't push yourself too far, Mr. Duke, don't look at Arthur like a rabbit who is indifferent to the world. Once on the battlefield, he never blinks, like a bloodthirsty wolf. Please don't become the target of his wrath under the command of the sword , I will not argue with my brother because of you."

"I have had the honor of seeing you, princess, your dear brother really shocked us. The French army slaughtered his soldiers just a few hundred meters away from him. It’s great to be able to hold back your temper and say something calmly.”

He raised his head slightly, squatted on the ground, and stared at Ivy who was sitting on the bench, "But I'm not that surprised, after all, like a sister, there must be a brother. I never thought your brother would be kind."

She couldn't help but curled the corners of her lips, hooked her index finger, pinched his chin, and looked down at her subjects condescendingly.

"This is really not a good word to praise people... Be careful, my dear, don't forget that people will die on the battlefield."

Kevin kissed her with a smile, his lips brushed the tip of his slightly sweaty nose, "Vivi...do you love him more or me?"

The moment his lips touched her, it was like a hot flame cutting through her skin. The love instantly burned all the passion in her body, causing her brain to ignore this question for a short time.

After evacuating from the anxious battlefield, the question was suddenly thrown in front of her, and it seemed a bit abrupt, which made her unable to think of an honest and sincere answer that was the best of both worlds.

But his dark blue pupils were full of inquiry, like a five-year-old who was obsessed with asking a hundred thousand reasons, and would not stop until he got a satisfactory answer, which made her unable to be vague and perfunctory.

In fact, Ivy really wanted to answer "What do you compare him to?", her lips parted and closed slightly, and when the words were about to come out, she swallowed her throat, but still held back.

She didn't want to answer him directly, especially when she was sitting by the still messy bed. Such ruthlessness would inevitably lead to the suspicion of turning his face and denying others. She didn't want to have a problem with him because of this childish question of whether he loved his father or his mother more. unhappy.

As if seeing her embarrassment, he smiled very quickly, and got up from the cold floor, "Okay, it's almost dawn, I should go too."

He left her face, fastened his watch casually, and rolled up the sleeves of his shirt.

"Wait a moment..." Ivy also stood up from the chair and called him.

Kevin stopped where he was, quietly watching her put on her slippers, stood on tiptoe, flipped a brown-covered notebook from the shelf above her head, tore off a page, and stuffed it into the outside pocket of his coat.

He raised his eyebrows in surprise, "What letter do you want me to deliver?"

"I thought too much and copied a poem I gave you."

There was a slight gleam in his eyes, "Can I see it now?"

"It was meant for you."

After getting approval, he took out the linen paper folded into a quarter shape, but did not rush to open it, but pretended to think for a moment, the wet hair was still stubbornly sticking to his cheek side.

"Let me guess..." He suppressed a smile and asked pretendingly, "Is it similar to Hamlet's confession to Ophelia?"

"How unlucky." Ivy fell back into the soft bed and kicked him dissatisfied.

He smiled and avoided his body, but his face moved an inch closer to her: "Is that Juliet's reply to Romeo's heart?"

Ivy resisted the urge to slap him: "If you can only think of this kind of no-survival ending, shut up as soon as possible."

"But you can't deny that their love is indeed epic, beyond life and death." He ignored the contempt from the other party and said sincerely, "Romeo has a precious love at the age of 16, which is much better than me."

"So Juliet fell in love at the age of 14, and then they died." She replied in a disdainful tone.

He couldn't help laughing, and didn't tease her anymore, but lowered his head and opened the paper in his hand.

After unfolding, he saw the writing on it.

The poem was not from Shakespeare or Petrarch, but it was a familiar work, transcribed neatly by her in a delicate hand.

"Don't go gentle into that good night, old age should burn and roar at sunset; rage, rage against the dying of the light.

Though a wise man knows darkness is right at his deathbed.For there was no lightning from their words, and they did not go gentle into that good night.

Good men, when the last wave is past, shout how gloriously their frail benevolence may have danced in green bays, and rage, rage against the passing of the light.

The furious ones caught and sang the flying sun, and understood, but it was too late, they made the sun sad on the way, and did not go gently into that good night.

Serious man, close to death, sees with blinding vision.

The blind eye can shine like a shooting star and rejoice, rage, rage at the passing of the light.

You, my father, on that sad height.Curse me now with your hot tears, bless me, and I beg you not to go gently into that good night.Rage, rage against the passing of the light. "

Kevin finished it silently.

Then he raised his head in surprise, and looked at Ivy who had remained silent all along, but his eyes revealed the truth.

"Don't go gentle into that good night, death will leave you with nothing."

Ivy looked at him and rolled over from the bed.

Standing in the bright twilight of the morning, she was like a ray of light from the front caught in her vision after a long night.

"Your Excellency, I order you, be sure to keep your life, which is enough to please me for the time being, otherwise I cannot trust your so-called allegiance."

"How dare I disobey your instructions."

He approached, intending to kiss the back of her hand lightly.However, at this moment, there was a sharp sound of the doorbell downstairs.

"Damn it..." The silence was suddenly broken, and she immediately showed an impatient expression, "Let's go, Mr. Duke, I don't know who came to annoy people in the early morning."

"But whoever it is, you'd better not be seen," she complained softly.

He nodded, and finally leaned over and kissed her forehead, "Farewell, dear Miss Ivy."

She watched him disappear through the French windows and walk away from the terrace steps.

Seeing that his back was far away from sight, Ivy put on a dressing gown and walked downstairs quickly.

The doorbell was still ringing tirelessly, following the clear rhythm of the wooden ladder shaking, like an earnest urging to the master.

"Oh, princess, I'm so sorry! I was so tired yesterday that I accidentally overslept."

It wasn't until then that the maid woke up from the deep sleep, and ran out hurriedly rubbing her sleepy eyes.

Seeing the hostess came to open the door in person, she couldn't help but her face was covered with horror, she hastily apologized, twisted her fat body, and ran over to open the door first.

The doorbell suddenly stopped, and the cold morning wind blew in.Immediately, a well-dressed and handsome young man appeared in Ivy's eyes.

He was wearing a double-breasted woolen black vest with wide sleeves and a spotless white shirt. His high-waisted trousers were straight and thin, which just accentuated his perfect figure.

Seeing the hostess standing directly in front of him, he seemed to hold his chest reluctantly, and bowed: "Good morning, Princess."

If it wasn't for the fact that his greeting posture was too loose, Ivy almost thought that she had recognized the wrong person.

"Good morning..." She resisted the anger of being interrupted, but still forced a smile, and said hello politely and politely, "Dear Mr. Byron."

He breathed into his pale palms, walked in the door with the maid's gesture, and followed Ivy up the stairs.

Breakfast was ready, and another maid brought two cups of coffee with milk and bacon toast from the kitchen, and served them in front of the two in the order of the guest of honor.

"Please use it slowly, sir." Ivy ordered again, "Give the guests another two soft-boiled eggs, and try our best to entertain guests."

"Oh, no need." Byron stopped the maid who had just answered, and glanced at the master with a half-smile, "Nowadays, in times of famine, you can still see bacon, probably only on the princess's dining table. , if you want more eggs, it would be too greedy."

"It doesn't matter, bacon will be the most common food soon, and I promise to make everyone vomit."

Byron couldn't help raising his eyebrows, chewing the slices of whole wheat bread gracefully between his teeth, and waited until he swallowed them all, and said: "This is a treatment that the people of Great Britain cannot enjoy. I can remember your golden words word by word. In the head."

"It's up to you. I don't mind if you can make a big splash. On the contrary, I can't ask for it."

She put down her fork, looked at him and smiled, "Not only that, you'd better tell all the girls that only Miss Wellesley can let them wear the lace and fringed dresses they dreamed of, which was only available to the nobles in the past." Something."

"Oh, girls don't like to hear me tell the truth."

"But they like you quite a lot, you have to be confident."

"But they only love to hear me tell lies. As we all know, all sweet words cannot be sincere."

"Of course, you can expect the truth from a man who can change dozens of bed partners a year."

She always liked to show her mockery of him harshly on the surface, disregarding the kindness that a lady should have, which made him very unhappy.

It was as if the honey vat that he was used to soaking in suddenly leaked out. He was used to seeing girls chasing and throwing themselves at him.

He stirred the scalding hot coffee with a small spoon, smelled the strong smell, and suppressed the unhappiness in his heart.

He kept his face unchanged, and said indifferently: "But you can't deny that these girls are willing to sleep with me, and I haven't done anything suspected of cheating. And you don't have to put on a look of disgust What a noble gesture. Although I can't remember how many girls I slept with, at least I still have that wonderful memory."

The conversation was too explicit, which made the maid who was busy mopping the floor blushed, but she could only pretend to be deaf and continue to do her work.

However, Ivy skipped other words directly, and suddenly put down the knife and fork in her hand, looking very angry.

"You don't even know how many girls you've slept with?" With a clear collision sound, her anger suddenly broke out, "What kind of man are you? You're a piece of shit."

"It has nothing to do with whether I am a man or not. This is my freedom. It seems to have nothing to do with you!"

"How I scold you has nothing to do with you. This is also my freedom to comment."

His pale face was suddenly sullen, "Do you have any objections to me?"

"I just have a problem with you!" Ivy said angrily, "A man like you still thinks I can have a good face."

"Forget it, take care of yourself." After getting angry, she shook her head impatiently, and took a sip of coffee to calm her mood, "You came early in the morning, what's the matter?"

He switched back to his usual calm expression, "Princess, I'm actually here to thank you. I didn't know that you were so malicious to me. Now I can hardly smell the aroma of breakfast, and it's almost a smell of gunpowder."

"Thank me for what? Did your thanks make you famous? You don't need to thank me. This success is due to your own talent. You should be thankful that you have a brain that can still rely on it."

"Oh, no, the fame is nothing to me, I just saw your hot air balloon yesterday, and it instantly provided inspiration for my stuck brain, it's such a wonderful invention, I guess Only you can make something like this."

"I didn't do that," Ivy said. "It came from a friend of mine."

"Then thank your friend for me, can you teach me creativity? I have a heart to use it to travel around the world, to be a contemporary Homer, to write an epic has always been my dream, and then all of Europe read my work before bed and after dinner, and George Gordon Byron will be a household name."

Before he finished his life speech, his voice gradually became passionate, but a light suddenly appeared in Ivy's eyes.

As if awakened suddenly, she couldn't help sighing, shaking her head: "You're right, it can travel around the world, and it's not like it can't carry people."

Before he could show a puzzled expression, she called the maid over and whispered something into her ear.

The latter understood, and ran back after a while, holding an extra exquisite invitation card with lace in his hand.

"Are you going to get married? Who will be honored to be your groom?" Byron said jokingly, looking at the envelope in front of him.

"Invite Lucas for me, give this to him, and say it's a dance party I held to express my apology." She ignored his teasing, "If you can't complete this task, don't even know how to make a hot air balloon Want to fly."

He raised his eyebrows in obvious surprise: "You want to invite him to the ball? He's not interested in anything but skinning people alive."

"It's not like I don't have things he's interested in."

"Princess!" Byron was startled. "No one has such a horrible hobby except him. You don't think this is very interesting, do you?"

"I just think it's a disaster." She stared quietly into his eyes, and the corners of her mouth suddenly turned up, and smiled at him, "But if it was his own human skin, it would be interesting, wouldn't it ?”

The author has something to say:

I'm wondering whether the next book is a pseudo-orthopedics or a real one...