The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

"Yes, I do love him very much."

Ivy didn't deny it, and looked directly into his pupils frankly.

"How does that compare to me?" Arthur asked suddenly.

"Why do you ask such childish questions? You are not a child."

However, when Arthur heard this, he took half a step back suddenly and broke away from her hand.

"Ivy, in the past, you would have chosen me without hesitation." His expression was inexplicably tinged with anger, "I knew you loved power and money more than me, and now you let the damned Clarence override me." Above me! I would rather you never meet love in your life, and don't see you here crying for a man who has nothing to do with you!

Bah, love, what is it!Wake up Ivy, you are trapped by this most useless piece of trash, you better remember that only brother will always stand behind you, other men are nothing but outright liars who will only deceive your tears and pity! "

Ivy stood up abruptly.

She stared at her brother, facing his sudden sullenness, her anger was instantly aroused: "Arthur? Wellesley, what right do you have to accuse me here? I like whoever shed tears for whom is my freedom, don't Treat me as a child under your guardianship, even if I have a hundred lovers, it has nothing to do with you."

"Don't forget, Ivy, I am indeed your guardian. Any unmarried woman must be raised by her father and brother. According to the law, I have 1 rights and 1 qualifications to interfere with your freedom.

But I have been kind enough to you, I can let you talk about finding a hundred lovers, and it would not be too much for someone else to immediately send you to a monastery to repent for a lifetime! "

"Then I have to thank you, brother." Ivy sat down again, curling her lips mockingly, "Thank you for your great kindness, I didn't send your rebellious sister to confinement. But I don't think there should be any Will take me in. After all, only the voice of a virgin is worthy of God."

Arthur's complexion changed from pale to reddish, and finally turned livid. The tips of his brows curled into furious arcs, and he squeezed out a few words from his throat almost gnashing his teeth.

"You're really... dissolute..."

"I never thought that loving someone could be called debauchery."

As soon as the words fell, she watched his hand rise in the air, and at the moment when it was about to fall, she abruptly retracted it.

He took a deep breath and stared straight at her: "You let me down so much!"

"Me too," she shot back.

"It seems that you are still too ignorant. I have been negligent in admonishing you." He said harshly, "Without my protection, your debauchery will make you a shameful laughing stock, and your name will be censored by the most vulgar people in the country." The humble peasant woman is treated as a joke after dinner, no matter how great your achievements are, you will be dubbed another romantic name like Cleopatra, then I will be ashamed to admit that your last name is Weil Slee."

"It appears that I have committed a great sin not to engrave the name 'Arthur Wellesley' on the front of the crown and every gold coin I have acquired.

After all, I am nothing without you, and I am only worthy of being a shivering little chick under your wings, and then submissively accept the mercy of my brothers, without love, bid farewell to social life, and be a weak but innocent old maid for the rest of my life.In your opinion, that's the only way to be considered virtuous and worthy of praise, isn't it? "

"As long as you can really think so, thank God." He said word by word, "I really regret it now, from the very beginning, I should let you obey me obediently, live under my wings, and learn to be obedient and meek. , this is the path you should take."

"You really suffocate me." There was a chill in Ivy's eyes, and she looked away indifferently.

"Ignore the truth, and you will taste remorse. I have provided you with the smoothest choice. It is you who refuse to listen to my advice and insist on going to desperation."

"Don't let me practice your grand avenue. I thought you would be different from other male animals. I didn't expect you to be the same. Is it right for me to sit here and talk to you on an equal footing? my gift?

Please stop bossing Catherine and stop bossing me. I only share the same surname with you, not your appendage. "

"You were destined to be my sister from birth. Only I can save you from falls and setbacks. Don't take obsession as wisdom. Without me, you will soon fail."

"Then just wait and see, Your Excellency the Duke, keep your eyes open and see if your prophecy will come true."

She lifted her jaw expressionlessly, and the moonlight made her look like a cold sculpture.

Arthur has been staring at this watertight sculpture all the time, and there is no place to vent the suffocation in his chest.It's like a high tide river blocked by a dam out of thin air and unable to flow.

After a while, he finally turned around angrily.

Before leaving, he dropped the last sentence: "I hope you can get what you want, don't cry and beg for my mercy."

Ivy responded with a sneer, watched him go away, and left the castle in the night.

"Why did Your Excellency bid farewell so soon?" Cerilla leaned on the railing upstairs and looked down, watching the Duke's white horse disappear from sight, and shook her head regretfully, "I seem to hear the voice of argument...you won't Was there a quarrel with him?"

"Of course not. He is my dear brother. How could I have any unpleasantness with him?"

She replied lightly, which quickly convinced the innocent little girl that it was true.Because through the thick library door, she could only vaguely hear the sensitive words "lover" and "love", and thought that her duchess and brother had a disagreement over some man.

In her small head, she thought that it must be a trivial family ethics dispute. It turns out that every family has hard-to-read scriptures, even the Duke's family is no exception.

"Well, you'd better understand Mr. Duke. No brother is pleasing to his brother-in-law."

She presumptuously advised, but did not get an answer from the female consul, but found that Ivy's face suddenly became extremely ugly.

"I've had enough of this terrible world!" Under Cerilla's astonished eyes, Ivy paced repeatedly on the terrace, stopped suddenly, and shouted to the empty night, "No one understands me, I There is always a gap between the ideal and the reality...is it really insurmountable?"

Then, she replied to herself: "Then get out!"

The volume of the curse was too loud, and the night bird perched on the steeple was startled in the silence, flapping its wings violently, shaking off the branches and leaves all over the place.

The next day, before the sparrows started to sing, when Serila brought breakfast into Ivy's room, she found that her mattress was empty and neatly arranged in a square shape. Obviously, people had already woken up .

"My lord?" The confused girl looked around, and when she passed the porch, she accidentally bumped into another girl without paying attention.

The paper in the latter's hand was accidentally released, and it fell to the ground.

"I'm so sorry..." Cerilla squatted down in panic, and picked up the papers full of ink for the poor victim. She was already able to read, so she was able to recognize what was written on it.

In an instant, surprise appeared on her petite face: "Oh, my God, you are a writer!"

At this time, Cerilla raised her head again and looked at the person with reverence, and found that her clothes were shabby but clean, wrapping her slender body decently, and her flaxen hair was tied into two braids and buckled around her ears.

"Are you here to visit the Duchess?"

At this time, the strange girl finished sorting out the manuscript in hand and stuffed it into her bosom like a treasure, and finally she was able to answer her question: "Yes, can you introduce me to the consul for me?"

"Of course, although I haven't found her yet."

She pulled her lips, and respectfully led the writer girl through the huge castle. When the two of them broke into seven bedrooms by mistake, they finally saw Ivy through the polygonal window.

She is in the garden.

He even looked quite excited, holding a fountain pen to scribble something on paper, and holding a copper abacus in his hand.

Such things that have been handed down from the far east are like small and exquisite rollers, making crackling beeping sounds in Ivy's hands, sliding up and down, left and right, followed by a line that she leaned over to write row numbers.

Every time she calculated a result, she still didn't forget to take a bite of fresh ham, and the smile on her face gradually became subtle and satisfied.

"Your Excellency the Duchess?" Cerilla apologized for interrupting her passionate calculations, but she still had to remind her.

After calling three times, Ivy finally looked up and saw the strange girl standing in front of her.

"It's an honor to meet you," the girl said with a smile, and Ivy shook hands with her.

Although this girl is not very beautiful and has dark skin, her light blue pupils reveal an unconcealable wisdom, which makes people think of a cheerful and free colt.But Ivy likes such a smart-looking girl very much.

She took out the manuscript that was deep in her bosom, bowed solemnly to Ivy, then straightened her body, and introduced herself: "My name is Joe March, I come from the United States on the other side, and my occupation...is a writer .”

"America?" Ivy raised her eyebrows in surprise, and took her stack of thick manuscripts, "That's a very far away place."

But what surprised her even more was that Miss March in front of her turned out to be a female writer.

This made her immediately awed, and she couldn't help but feel a strange emotion when she looked at the latter.

"Yes, but I think only you can help me. That's why I came here alone. Although it is far away, I think I am lucky enough to meet you."

She took off her hat excitedly, "I heard that you are advocating for the rights of female lawyers in the courts of Great Britain. I knew that you must be different from them. You are the one I am looking for."

"Thanks to your praise, I want to know, what kind of help do you want me to provide?"

"No publisher is willing to publish my work because I am unwilling to change the ending of the heroine in my book."

"Let me take a guess. The publisher must let your heroine end up married and have a family, right?"

"You guessed it, they said, if my main character is a girl, they must get married. No audience wants to see a girl who is always single, even if she is independent and free in my writing, everyone still wants She ended up being a good wife and mother.

No one cared about my work, although I wanted to be Shakespeare, they said they already had one.Therefore my ideals are of little importance in the eyes of all. "

"Then you don't have to be Shakespeare." Ivy looked at her with a smile, "You are unique, and you have to be the only Jo March."

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It will be back to good soon, I have never seen a brother who can really get angry with his sister.