The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

The wind whistled past her ears, and Ivy felt as if her body was falling rapidly.

In the next half a second, there was a "bang", as if it had hit something soft.

She opened her eyes, and what came into her pupils was a completely unfamiliar little white face, with a grinning expression and a painful voice: "Sister, you seem to be... heavy again..."

Startled, she quickly jumped out of the man's arms, resisting the discomfort all over her body, and took a few steps back cautiously: "Who the hell are you..."

The man was obviously startled, and he looked at Ivy with some doubts in his eyes: "You didn't fall stupid, sister?"

Ivy was more surprised than him: "fxxx, who is your sister?"

"It's over..." The man looked very frustrated, "It's all my brother's fault, and I didn't even protect you well."

"It's not you, who is it?"

"I'm Arthur, your own brother."

it's over...

Ivy felt like she was done.

really wear...

But speaking of it, being blown into the sky by a tornado while walking, and waking up to find that I have traveled through such a thing, I am afraid that this will happen once in my life, and I can blow a cigarette for a day and a night.

"Who pushed you? Tell me, my brother will avenge you." Seeing his sister lost in thought, Arthur looked very anxious, his pink and white face was flushed, like a balloon that was about to burst.

But how does she know who did it?

She only remembered that she had fallen into his arms as soon as she opened her eyes. If she wanted to catch the murderer, she would not need this weak-looking and elegant brother to directly put him down by himself.

"I don't remember. But it's all right, I'll find out later."

Arthur nodded, seeming to agree with Ivy's words, and patted her curly chestnut hair: "It's fine."

It took Ivy two full days to figure out the current situation.

She is now the youngest daughter of the Earl of Mornington, and has four older brothers. The full name of Arthur Wellesley, who looks weak and weak, is the Duke of Wellington who defeated Napoleon in the future. The fourth brother.

To be honest, Ivy's eyeballs burst when she heard the news.

Who would have thought that Arthur would be the future Marshal and Prime Minister?

On weekdays, he was reserved and kept quiet, and his grades were not very good. Even his mother Anna commented, "This clumsy son is nothing but cannon fodder."

Although Ivy is also very curious that the word "cannon fodder" actually existed in that era.However, I still have to sigh that everyone really doesn't look down on people with dog eyes.

At least for now, this elder brother doesn't have any potential to impress.

The only advantage is that he looks handsome, like a piece of white paper that is not stained with dust, and has the temperament of a melancholy poet.

In fact, it is true that he always likes to play the violin there. As a loyal follower of Mozart, Xiao Quer never leaves his body. Anyway, Ivy never sleeps without her brother's thoughtful hypnosis every night.

For this reason, mother Anna often threatened to burn the violin.

This is not menopause, Ivy can understand this middle-aged widow very well.

The father of this body died a few years ago, and the family has never recovered since. Poor Arthur is quite content with £120 a year.

And Ivy has less pocket money, and compared with young ladies of the same age, her life can be said to be tight. The only way out is to marry a higher-level nobleman and bring glory to the family.

Of course, Ivy is not willing to live that kind of life.

Since my brother's current situation is disappointing and he can't borrow light, he might as well rely on himself.

It's dinner time.

"I want to announce something. Your brother is getting married." Mother Anna poured herself a glass of freshly boiled milk while talking intentionally or unintentionally.

"Isn't Arthur still young?" Ivy felt a little psychedelic.

Anna showed a sneering expression, and frowned: "How can he marry a wife like this? I'm talking about your second brother Richard."

Ivy was a little dissatisfied with the obvious stepping on by her mother, and protested: "They are all your own sons."

"A worthless cannon fodder is not worthy of being my son." Anna sneered, "But Richard has worked hard in the artillery battalion all these years, and even the officers praised him. It seems that he will be promoted soon. It's a pity that your father passed away early Otherwise, even marrying a duke's lady is not a luxury."

There is a row of family portraits in the corridor, and a few white candles are placed there, shining faintly.

The most conspicuous one is a young girl wearing an exaggerated baroque lace dress, the most complicated pearl earrings, necklaces, and a wide-brimmed hat. That is Mrs. Rodman, who brought glory to the Mornington family. In terms of seniority, she should be regarded as Ivy's aunt.

She won the attention of the London social circle because of her sheer beauty. Her incomparable beauty led her to marry a very prominent Home Secretary, and she became the star of the family ever since.

Although she is now a toothless old lady in her 80s, it still does not prevent her children from setting the royal court.

"Seriously, Ivy, you are prettier than your aunt." Seeing her youngest daughter fascinated by the portrait, Anna couldn't help making remarks.

Ivy smiled, but didn't say anything.

She still has a clear understanding of the beauty of this body.

The Mornington family is born with a good look, especially on a woman's face.Ivy, who is only 15 years old, has a bright and magnificent beauty. A pair of smoky crystal blue eyes are like cornflower blue sea water, which makes people want to drown in it.

"Oh, it would be great if you could marry a duke." Anna's forehead lines gathered together again, and she shook her overworked hands, "You are also at the age where you should dance in the social arena, next time I can't marry you Shut the house."

Married again...

Either marry or marry.It seems that in the eyes of this mother, the only way to get rich is through marriage, and everything else is crooked.

"It's a nice table."

She quickly changed the subject, her eyes fixed on the dressing table next to her.

Anna obviously enjoyed it, and looked up proudly: "This is my dowry. I specially found the most famous craftsman. Even the noble ladies envy my taste."

Much of the furniture in the ancestral house of the Mornington family is designed in the Adam style, which is a style known for its strictness and classicism, which has a Roman style.

Especially the shallow carving decoration with mahogany wood material, just put it in the home is unique.

Speaking of which, although the Mornington family has fallen, it is still considered as a skinny camel that is bigger than a horse, and the foundation of several generations of nobles is still there.

For example, there are a few farms in the suburbs. Although they are not big, if they are well maintained, they can still increase their value.

After about half an hour, when the last dish was served, Anna remembered that she still had a son who should come to eat.

"Where's your brother?" Anna impatiently fiddled with the steak on the plate, because the tendon was too tough, which obviously annoyed the lady.

Ivy was stunned for a moment, and replied fluently at random: "My brother is still in the Artillery Corps, and he won't be back until next month."

"I'm asking Arthur, not Richard." Anna emphasized the pronunciation of the name, and glared at her daughter with increasing displeasure.

"He... has something to do..."

"What could be more important than eating?"

"No……"

"Then he has missed the opportunity to meet his fiancée. There will be a ball at Earl Wilburton's house soon. As far as I know, there are seven unmarried girls in his family, and marrying any one can bring at least [-] yuan." A generous dowry of sterling."

But how did she tell mom that Arthur went after his sister.

Before leaving, he excitedly picked a bouquet of roses that Anna had just planted, and ran to Earl Longfordon's house to pursue his youngest daughter, Catherine.

Ivy didn't plan to tell anyone a word before she caught up with her.

If Anna finds out about the failure, she is afraid that she will be ridiculed. She will settle accounts with Rose and others, and then poor Arthur will poke his finger aggrievedly and play the violin for another night.

"Ma'am, madam, which dress do you intend to wear to the Wilburton ball?"

The oldest maid in the family, Rachel, was asked for advice. She had a carrot-like nose and shiny red hair that matched her face so well that the whole family called her "Rachel the Carrot." .

"I'm not feeling well. I asked Arthur to take his sister with me. The dress is so gorgeous."

"Yes……"

Anna turned her eyes slowly to her daughter: "Ivy, you must attract everyone's attention this time, and don't let me down."

"That's possible, I'm not at this level yet."

"No, you have." Anna looked at her with extremely determined eyes.

"Uh..." Ivy suddenly felt that this mother who was given to her by God was here to raise an argument.

"How is it? Did she accept the rose?" Ivy rushed to ask her brother impatiently when she saw her brother come out from the shadow of the oak tree.

After a pause of two seconds, she realized that Arthur's face was obviously very ugly.

"Accepted, but..."

"But what?"

"Thrown away by her father."

This ending... was expected.But as long as the heroine didn't throw it herself, it's easy to say anything.

"The Earl of Longford also said that I will come back when I become a big shot." Arthur bowed his head in frustration, his deer-like eyes looked quite cute.

"It's okay, when you become a big shot, how can you still think about his daughter." Ivy regretted it as soon as she said the words. This comforting words obviously added fuel to the fire, and she felt the temperature around her gradually drop.

"Haha..." Ivy hurriedly apologized, "I mean, when you become a big shot, how many more beautiful girls will line up to marry you."

"Aha..." Arthur seemed to have only three seconds of memory, and he forgot his sister's slip of the tongue in a blink of an eye, "I can understand Mr. Earl Longford. After all, I am such a poor boy who can't do anything. Will you marry me the jewel in your palm?"

Why is it emo again!

Ivy really wanted to paste the words "Don't underestimate yourself" on his forehead.

"It's just a woman, is it worth scolding yourself?"

"She's the girl I've been secretly in love with for six years." These words seemed to poke Arthur's sore spot, and then he lowered his head in frustration, "I've never seen such a beautiful and kind girl like her."

But someone more beautiful and kind than her is right in front of you!

Ivy yelled furiously in her heart, is it true that no matter which sister is in the eyes of her brother, she is a little kid who can only cry and roll on the ground.

But Arthur didn't notice her mental activity at all, and walked home on his own.

Ivy guessed he was playing the violin again.

She stopped him instantly: "Hello."

"What's wrong?" Arthur turned around.

In the setting sun, his chestnut hair was plated with a layer of gold, and he looked gentle and gentle. Ivy suppressed the words from her mouth abruptly: "If you want to pull, don't pull Mozart. I can't sleep because of my passion."

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The next book is in advance, "Notes on the Great Qin Rebellion", please accept it!The author's column is also conveniently accepted——

Advance Collection 2 "Last Night Mark (Male A Female O)"

Copywriting: hysterical girl × medical professor, male A female O.

In a friend's studio, Francis, a professor of medicine, met the 19-year-old girl Luo Er for the first time.

She has fair to almost transparent skin, light golden long hair that hangs down to her waist, and a pair of slender and clear ice blue eyes.

It may not be particularly beautiful, but it is a face that can definitely inspire artists.

In Luo Er's eyes, the man in front of him was wearing a decent light gray coat, the fur collar lining was neatly arranged, and the smile on his face was gentle but indifferent.

It is completely different from her world.

He has become famous, his family is noble, and he is admired by thousands of people.

And she suffers from hysteria, and as a fragile omega, in this heterogeneous society with distinct classes, this undoubtedly represents humbleness, lowliness and contempt.

-

In the garden of the hospital.

"Please allow me to tag you."

The girl's trembling body was reflected in the pupils. Even though Francis was in the susceptible period, he was still elegant and restrained. He bent slightly and made a request to her as calmly as possible.

Then, the normally cold and abstinent professor did the most out-of-control thing in his life.

He bit the nape of a woman's neck for the first time, marking her as exclusive possession in the pheromone scent of white roses.

The white rose symbolizes innocence, but they had a secret and dangerous pleasure in this sea-foggy night.

-

Luo Er is his patient, his omega, and his private property.

It is the only rose in full bloom on his barren planet.

"Dear professor, how would you describe the love between you?"

At the engagement ceremony, a romantic female reporter asked sincerely.

"As pure and vast as the love of God."

Under the watchful eyes of everyone, he said without hesitation.

1. The abo text has private settings.

2. The age difference is 13 years old...