The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The night is shrouded, and the flickering lights of the manor are hidden in the interlacing of bright and dim. In the evening, the scenery is particularly moving.

The well-dressed guests came in one after another, and inside the wide-open manor door, the crowd flowed like waves, bright feathers and shining diamonds shone brightly, and the frilly skirts fluttered in the night.

"My God, my beautiful princess!"

A lady suddenly exclaimed, held up her fan and looked up, and saw Ivy standing on the terrace above her head, with a pair of white hands lightly holding the railing, looking down at everything below.

But she had a kind smile on her face, and her sea-blue eyes were full of kindness and respect. The dark green silk rococo tutu spread out flamboyantly, as if several layers of satin had been laid out of thin air on the white marble floor. The forest here is hot and wanton flowing into everyone's eyes.

The desire hidden under the elegance is intertwined with the luxurious and solemn beauty. Gothic covers unique arrogance and solitary self-admiration, but everyone looks up and conveys their admiration for the princess from the bottom of their hearts and whispered admiration.

"She's so perfect!"

"Reminds me of portraits of Queen Mary when she reigned, it's exactly the same as her pose."

"She is only missing a crown, which should be inlaid with the largest and brightest Koh-i-Noor diamond."

People lowered their voices to express their admiration. Ivy curled her lips and showed them a sincere smile. Her slender upper body bowed in greeting: "It's nice to see you."

After receiving the return gift, she then walked down the winding and overlapping stairs to greet the guests in person.

The hem of the skirt collided with the steps, and there were friction sounds one after another. Accompanied by the sound of high heels touching the smooth ground, the sound suddenly entered everyone's hearts.

The wall clock on the wall struck eight, and Polonides' soothing and powerful melody was played at the right time, marking the beginning of the dance.

The main rhythm of Polonaise is 3/4 time, with a moderate speed. As a solemn and majestic queue dance, it is often used for the opening of masquerade balls.

Gorgeously dressed men and women move with the music. Irish people, both men and women, like to wear woolen cloaks, and the latter plus a shawl is a typical traditional Irish attire.

The cloak was tied in front with a ribbon, forming a black bow, which became a favorite decoration of the Irish, which seemed to be an innate hobby in Ivy's blood, and it was very suitable for her appetite.

In particular, the most respected color in this country is also green, which happens to coincide with her aesthetic taste.

But different from the light green and lake green worn by other people, the dark green that is almost light black stands out among the crowd, like the twilight night in a sunken swamp hoping for light, and also like the Milky Way in the sky that embraces everything.

Holding a wine glass and dragging her long skirt, she walks among the people coming and going, meets the enthusiastic gazes that keep flocking, and touches the edge of countless crystal goblets raised over, There is a happy smile in the crisp collision sound.

"Miss Princess!" An excited shout suddenly came from behind, with the vigor and vitality unique to youth, like a jubilant little wolf, making her subconsciously look back.

She smiled and watched the young man walking through the crowd, holding a glass of sauvignon red wine in her hand, and bowed to herself in a gentleman's manner: "You are so radiant!"

"Stop talking about flattery, Roy, is there any sequelae in your body?"

"Oh, nothing at all." The young man shook his arms triumphantly, "Look, I'm very strong now, I've never felt so powerful, it usually takes half an hour to run around Lake Allen, now I It only takes 10 minutes. To be honest, apart from this scar on my arm, the previous suffering has left no superfluous marks on me at all."

"That's really a blessing, may God bless you!" As soon as the words of congratulations fell, her tone dropped suddenly, and she suddenly held the cup close to his body, "Boom——"

Under the pretense of clinking glasses, he whispered in an almost whispering voice, "My good buddy."

Roy looked into her eyes and smiled softly: "My Duchess."

Immediately, they each backed away, and after meeting their eyes for the last time, they immediately turned around.

Surrounded by noise, the smell of roses and lilies spread in the hall, engulfing the senses and the whole body, and penetrated into the tip of the nose and bones.

Some people danced on tiptoes on the dance floor.Some are enjoying the rare delicacies with great interest, while others are discussing enviously around the fireplace and the statue of Cupid in the morning room. The crystal chandelier hanging above their heads is like a dazzling sun, attracting people to wipe off their foreheads. Beads of sweat, eyes chasing the shining sun in mid-air, spinning lazy and drunken ballads in the bard's gallery.

Everyone was intoxicated, but at this moment, there was a sudden heavy knock on the door, which was so menacing that the ladies and wives couldn't help but retreat.

The guests standing by the window couldn't help but lift the curtain, but their faces instantly showed panic and screaming expressions.

——"Lucas! It's skinned Lucas!"

For a moment, the previous joy disappeared in an instant, and horror quickly enveloped the sky like a bottomless night. Everyone stopped their movements and watched Ai Wei holding up the skirt full of veils and approaching in dumbfounded.

Her footsteps were calm and composed, her face was calm and as usual, and her voice clearly ordered the maid to go to open the door.

"Go, welcome the visit of the governor."

After the voice fell, accompanied by a huge bang, the door suddenly opened, and Lucas in a black and gold dress appeared in the center of everyone's fearful sight.

The eyes that glanced at everyone were cold and contemptuous, arrogant and cruel, his complexion was so pale that it was almost transparent, and the trembling bodies of people were reflected in the dark gray pupils.

Behind him was a row of heavily armed guards, the reflections on the armor were like sharp blades, cutting into people's eyes very quickly.

The audience immediately bowed their heads in trepidation, and in front of this thin man, they shouted out in fear but unwillingly: "Respected Governor-General."

However, he seemed to regard these people as fleeting worthless things. The amiable woman in beautiful clothes with her pupils tightly locked in front of her, smiled lightly, and bent slightly: "Dear Miss Wellesley, I'm late."

He also held a fiery red rose in his hand, put it on the tip of his nose and sniffed gently, the faint smell of blood blended with the fragrance of the flower, and the pale joints caressed the young petals, his movements were gentle and tender, suddenly revealing a faint smile. With a smile, he stepped forward slowly, and pinned the rose in his hand to the chest of Ivy's dress under the terrified eyes of everyone.

"Then take this rose as an apology." Lucas stretched out his hand to her slowly, "Allow me to take up the time of your dance again, what do you think Miss will like?"

The fragrance of flowers in the hall penetrated slowly and strongly into the skin and bone marrow, causing him to take a deep breath of air, and leaned his neck almost intoxicated: "Miss Wellesley's taste is a bit too strong, it is best to use lighter incense, Otherwise, there will inevitably be the atmosphere of upstarts and nouveau riche."

"What you said is, I will correct it." Ivy replied humbly, put his cold palm on her palm, and stepped into the center of the dance floor amidst the exciting music and silent voices.

The young maid walked over with a silver tray, presented two glasses of light orange wine, and half-kneeled respectfully in front of the two of them.

"Hungarian Tucana liqueur?" Lucas didn't pick it up, but just glanced at Ivy.

"Grand events often require good wine to accompany, please use it slowly." Ai Wei remained calm, held a glass between her fingers, and motioned him to clink the glass with herself.

However, he didn't receive any response from him. The latter only casually raised his eyebrows, glanced at her, and watched her drank a toast.

"Don't you drink?" Ivy asked in surprise.

"Oh, no need." He stared at her meaningfully, "I don't like drinking."

Not only that, a row of guards around the dance floor also didn't take a sip, staring at their master indifferently, completely indifferent to the enthusiastic persuasion of the surrounding maids and servants.

"That's such a pity." Ivy and he slowly circled along with the melody, "Now it's not an easy task to break the blockade of the French army and get the wine there."

"But Miss, you have always been omnipotent. Is there anything you can't do?"

"If you mean trying hard to get these wines, it's really not particularly difficult, but I still thank the Governor for your praise."

"I didn't point to these things. To you, smuggling is just a trick."

In the silent air, Ivy stopped breathing for a moment.

However, in just half a second, her expression immediately returned to a smile: "I was discovered by you, but in order to earn some gold coins, you must master some necessary skills. I am not the only one who can do this. Women, in such an environment, Always had to learn something else to survive."

"You are different from those women. They only cry and cry, but you actually want to be my enemy."

Ivy couldn't help but raised her head and met his sharp eyes.

Her smiling face was reflected in those swirl-like gloomy eyes, and the innocence and immaturity of a girl were even revealed in her eyes. She looked fearlessly and confidently at this devil's face.He even dared to look directly at the sharp canine teeth that appeared from time to time under his thinned lips.

The music gradually became high, steep and intense, and the atmosphere turned to tension.

As they danced in circles, black gold and dark green intertwined and chased each other on the water-blue dance floor and under the orange-red candlelight, facing each other tit for tat, she seemed to be in the pocket of the devil, slender and fragile, as long as she pounced easily Can grab wanton bullying in the palm of your hand.

However, when the heavy keynote of the music fell, she was like a hunter chasing down demons in reverse. When the twilight of tomorrow will be more glorious than today, the sun is her order to drive away the devil.

The fragrance of roses gradually eroded his bones, and Lucas was soberly aware that his body was losing consciousness uncontrollably, from the soles of his feet to his thighs, and finally to his neck, and was inexplicably paralyzed by the soothing and gentle music again.

The low-pitched human voice chant was added to the music beside his ears, like dense silk threads wrapped around his heart, constantly tightening and gathering, making him on the verge of suffocation.

"The old world has collapsed, the flesh has rotted, the splendor has faded, yet ghosts swarm and dance the dance of death. Elizabeth, she insists on looking straight into the darkness, she longs for what we curse, what we fear Just what she loves."

He stopped vigilantly, facing Ivy who was still smiling in front of him, his anger suddenly broke through the disguise, but the nerves in his face were also eroded, making him unable to make any unnecessary movements except squirming his lips.

"Damn, what did you do to me?"

Her smile subsided instantly, and she raised her skirt and walked towards him.

Seeing Lucas and the surrounding guards in full armor fell to the ground, the guests couldn't help being stunned.

The incident happened suddenly, and they all showed expressions of bewilderment.Immediately afterward, his expression turned to be free, and he looked at the governor who was immobile on the ground, and found that his mind was still rational, and his dark eyes were fixed on Ivy's face, but unfortunately he couldn't say a word.

"This fragrance is mixed with an anesthetic gas that can make you lose body consciousness. The glass of wine is originally an antidote. After drinking it, everyone else is safe."

Ivy stood next to his fallen body, looked down into his shocked eyes, sighed and shook her head, "It was your vigilance that killed yourself, although, you should have died a long time ago."

She pulled out the dagger hidden under the layers of veil at her waist, and the blade and sheath made a collision sound.

The band's music never stopped, and quickly turned into a high-pitched aria, singing the noble name of the Duchess in the center of the blood-splattered hall.

"Anyone who stands in my way deserves to die."

She cut off his head neatly, without saying a word, just walked up to the balcony on the second floor, and threw it from top to bottom to the dead guard who was waiting outside the door.

"From now on, your master is me."

The author has something to say:

I'm going to eat hot pot right away, so don't engage in bloody descriptions.

"Old World..." This section is the opening excerpt from my favorite German musical "Elizabeth". The famous excerpt "If I Want to Dance" is very nice...