The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

Miss Thurman declared her reason for coming here confidently, but in fact, everyone already knew it well—it was nothing more than the idea of ​​women chasing men.

Everyone smiled without telling the truth, and was afraid that the host would turn his face on the spot and cause the whole party to break up, so they hurriedly gathered around to act as peacemakers: "Everyone who comes is a guest, why don't Miss Thurman come and play whist with us. "

Miss Thurman was obviously not very keen on playing cards.But seeing that Kevin actually acquiesced, he pretended to be very good at it, and sat down unceremoniously pinching the wide skirt: "Of course I'm happy."

Whist cards are the origin of modern bridge. Usually 4 people are divided into two groups and fight against each other. According to the rules, the dealer will issue a deck of 52 cards, each with 13 cards;

Each player plays a card at a time, with the aim of winning tricks.Before the start of the game, one suit can be set as the trump card, and any trump card can win any card of other suits.

So everyone sat around the scene and started playing cards with great interest, and cheerful laughter came from the living room.

Miss Thurman naturally sat at the same table with the owner, and took the initiative to form a group with him. After noticing Ivy's existence, surprise and disgust were evident in her eyes, and she didn't even mind showing her unfriendliness to her face. superior.

"Maybe this is Miss Ivy from the Mornington family?" She stared at the servant shuffling the cards, and said disdainfully, "I remember that the Mornington family is an earl from Ireland, and they sit with the hereditary nobles of England. A table doesn't seem appropriate, does it?"

As soon as this remark came out, even her friend couldn't help but glanced at her a few times.

Her contempt tinged with arrogance.No matter who heard it, it was very uncomfortable, but Ivy didn't seem to care, and even smiled respectfully: "Actually, I think it's even more inappropriate for a guest who has not received an invitation to sit in this living room?"

Miss Thurman's delicate and pretty face turned green and white.Fortunately, at this time, the male servant dealt the cards in turn, which stopped the anger rising in her face.

Robert noticed that Ivy was still standing, and couldn't help finding a seat for her enthusiastically: "Miss Ivy, find a chair and sit down, it will be more comfortable."

However, several unexpected guests came this time. Originally, the castle had just been refurbished and there was not much furniture prepared. Now there is nothing to sit on.

"Miss, please sit in my chair." After searching for nothing, Robert smiled at Ivy apologetically, and wanted to get up and politely invite her to take a seat.

Ivy shook her head to stop his courteousness, "No, this is your seat, and you should sit."

Immediately, he turned sideways under the eyes of everyone, and sat down beside Kevin, acting as if no one else was there.

There was an uproar all around.

Everyone thought that Kevin would push her away, but he didn't do what they expected. He just let her lean against him. The distance between them was less than half an inch, and he couldn't even see any change in his expression.

Everyone couldn't help being amazed.

Arthur was dumbfounded, and wanted to come over and take his sister away, but he gave up when he got up.

She must have her own intentions for being so bold, it's better not to get involved as an older brother.

The owner's friends whispered to each other: "Have you ever seen Kevin and the girl so close?"

Shaking his head: "I've never seen a woman beside him."

"Then today is really the first time in history, and we have seen it."

Miss Thurman's face was almost distorted, and she wished she could stand up immediately and angrily reprimand this shameless Ivy as a slut.

But when he thought that he even attended this party in a disgraceful way, and was afraid that he would be ridiculed back again, he could only hold back the anger in his heart, and stared fiercely at Ivy to vent his anger.

However, the person concerned turned a blind eye to the hidden arrows shot from around him, and seemed to concentrate on doing the thing in front of him, and his eyes were only on the cards in his hand.

"Three of diamonds..." Robert quickly launched the first attack, looked at each other, and placed the cards face up on the table.

Miss Thurman followed: "Five of Diamonds is bigger than you."

Ivy: "Ten of diamonds."

At this time, the eyes of the three were all focused on Kevin who played the card last.

He was leaning on the soft dark purple sofa, his eyelids were slightly narrowed, and he picked up a thin card with his slender fingers and threw it on the table: "Ace."

"Mr. Duke!" Miss Thurman suddenly became anxious and stared straight at him.

He said, "Play the trump card at the beginning, we can't win."

"It's just playing cards. Why should you want to win?" He turned his face indifferently. At this time, several friends came up to watch the game. One of the tall young men lit a cigar for him and laughed in a lively tone: "Don't lose with the beautiful Miss Thurman, that would be too embarrassing."

He chuckled noncommittally, took the lit cigar, took a deep breath lazily yet gracefully, and slowly exhaled it into the long-necked glass bottle, turning into misty clouds of smoke and falling to the bottom.

The white mist quietly dizzy in the air, wrapping around the body with the intoxicating scent of woody and evening jasmine, drowning the silhouettes of the two.

Bystanders look at them, they can only see the faint eyes and faces buried in the smoke, they seem to be sinking in the deep invisible fuzzy seabed, occasionally there are transparent jellyfish drifting casually, just like in the mortal world out of thin air sketched hell.

The cloud of smoke is the best concealment. Through it, Ivy's gaze, like a thorny rose, wandered undisguisedly on his face, hands, and body. Her clean and white fingertips lightly picked the cards in his hand, which swayed in the breeze. seconds, and then steadily fell into the pile of cards.

He didn't know if it was intentional, Ivy only needed to squint her eyes, and she could clearly see the cards in his hand, but she didn't have any intention of covering them.

But Ivy didn't want such a victory, so she looked back and continued to cooperate and fight with Robert.

Among the four, Miss Lisselman is the most eager to win. She has been racking her brains to win, guessing the opponent's suit and points in her mind, and staring at Ivy with her big sweet eyes not to be outdone.

"Two of spades..." She must have been in a hurry, she played the ace suit in one breath, and looked at her opponent provocatively.

Robert quickly played the big card of the same color: "Eight of Spades."

"Mr. Duke, do you have more points?" Miss Thurman looked at Kevin expectantly and asked coquettishly.

"Sorry, only five of spades."

However, Ivy has clearly seen the Ten of Spades in his hand.

She was surprised to find that the man next to her seemed to be deliberately playing the cards in her hand, but didn't come up with a big one, just waiting for Ivy to cover her with a bigger card and get the trick that was the key to winning.

Ivy won five hands in a row without knowing it, and Miss Thurman could only admit defeat angrily. Seeing that the chips on Ivy's side were getting higher and higher, the group of onlookers couldn't help booing: "Miss Earl won!" With the most money in the audience, you can only get it if you give it up, shouldn't we punish it?"

"Kevin, you gave the Countess so many gold coins for nothing, so why not feed her some wine?"

The tall young man had an expression that he didn't think it was a big deal to watch the excitement, so he asked the person next to him to hand over a few bottles of wine and stuffed them on the table in front of Kevin.

"Patrick!" Kevin reprimanded him in a low voice, but he did not allow him to disagree, and the booing from friends around him became louder and louder.

"That's right, the little duke has sent so much money, wouldn't you mind giving the Countess a few more glasses of good wine?"

He couldn't stop the booing, so he could only throw the cigar in his hand into the ashtray, picked out a bottle of low-alcohol liqueur, and poured it neatly into a glass goblet.

Under the orange candlelight, the transparent liquid swayed slightly in his slender hands. Ivy glanced at her pupils and said with a light smile, "Mr. Duke may have underestimated me."