The gods crowned her [Famous Book]

When Arthur arrived in London, it was almost twelve o'clock at night.

Although he came back overnight, he did not choose to rest at the post station on the way, but rode directly back to the manor.

Since no specific time was notified in advance, everyone thought he would arrive home during the day.Therefore, including Anna, everyone has already gone to bed.

The door was unlocked, as if it was reserved for him alone.

He rolled off the saddle and walked into his manor on foot. The path planted with birch trees and sycamores was dark and unlit, only the faint moonlight above his head.

Everything was silent, only the chirping of insects and the chirping of night birds. Subconsciously, he lightened his footsteps until a pair of dark, deep blue eyes appeared at the end of the road.

"Welcome home, my dear brother."

Her voice was sweet and lovely, although it seemed a little weird in the dark.

But Arthur's doubts were immediately replaced by surprise, he quickly stepped forward and hugged her.

"Seeing you is the happiest thing since I got home."

His expression was very excited, and his embrace was warm and eager. Ivy couldn't help smiling: "Me too, brother."

Under the moonlight, his facial contours became sharper, diluting the previous softness, and also washed away the timidity brought about by his face, and the pupils of the same color as Ai Wei were full of composure and wisdom.

He has always been indifferent to emotions, with a calm and elegant demeanor. Even on the battlefield full of artillery fire, he still maintains his consistent composure. No one can clearly see the true thoughts of this young major general.

His city is hidden under the calm appearance, unpredictable, but he only shows his emotions in front of his sister.

"As soon as I received your letter, I hurried back day and night, anxious to see my dear little sister."

Arthur smiled, lowered his head, and stared intently at Ivy, whom he hadn't seen for several years, "Your name is very famous in London and even in the south. I heard people talking about you along the way, saying that you have a sharp look With a sense of smell and great judgment, she is expected to become the wealthiest businesswoman in Great Britain."

"That's their reputation." She gently curled the corners of her lips, but at this moment Arthur realized that there seemed to be something alive on his legs, and there was a trace of heat penetrating into the pores of his skin.

His eyes moved down, and suddenly, he took two steps back in shock.

Four half-human tall black dogs were approaching silently, and one of them was sniffing the hem of his clothes, trying to judge whether he was an enemy or a friend from his breath.

"Man!" Ivy scolded with low eyes, and it immediately let go and returned to her feet.

"Is this your dog?"

"Yes..." Ivy nodded with a smile, "It's not long since I raised them, and I'll let them learn to know you."

"I remember that you didn't like keeping such a big dog in the past. Do you want to use it to watch the house?"

"Oh, of course not. My dog ​​is designed to bite people who stand in my way. If someone makes me angry, these obedient pets will punish them for me."

Her tone was as calm as usual, unmoved, but it was enough to shock Arthur.

"My dear brother, in order to achieve my goal, I will do whatever it takes to hurt anyone who stands in my way." Seeing his surprise, she narrowed her eyes, "Except for you."

Arthur was startled, and saw that her pupils were still full of smiles, but they were as blood-red as midnight roses.

"Ivy?" He suspected that he had heard it wrong, so he couldn't help asking again, "What are you talking about?"

"I said..." She stretched out her hand and gently stroked Arthur's left cheek, "Please stand by and listen to me if necessary. You have to believe that I will never do anything to hurt you."

He has recovered from the initial shock. As a well-deserved smart person, he quickly understood what his sister meant when he thought of her previous means of grabbing wealth.

After a moment of silence, he raised his head and looked deeply into her eyes: "Although I don't agree with the use of violence and tricks, I will never stop any of your actions, and I will satisfy all your requests unconditionally."

"Why is brother willing to indulge me so much? Even if I want to remove obstacles in the way you hate the most, will you let me do that?" She raised her eyebrows and asked with folded arms.

"There are many irrelevant people in the world, but my sister is only one." Arthur said, "We have the same blood on our bodies, and it is only natural to support you."

There were still blue stubbles on his face. As a general, his determination and innate gentleness went hand in hand, and there was faint melancholy in the eyes staring at her.

"No one can slander you beyond my existence. Although you may not need my protection, as long as I am around, no one can touch a hair of my sister."

Almost all assistants expressed their incomprehension to Ivy's move to start a newspaper with a lot of money.

In their eyes, this kind of business has meager profits.If it weren't for those journalists who insist on justice with conscience, no one would risk losing money and being wanted for telling the truth to do such a thankless thing.

"Don't worry, my newspaper will be full of lies," she laughed. "Besides, I don't care about the few pounds that are thrown at it."

Abel was puzzled: "Then what is your purpose?"

"Black and white words can turn despicable people into glorious saints, dirty and chaotic words can be distorted into creeds, control the dominance of public opinion, and my name will be well-known and impeccable."

Everyone immediately understood her intention.

According to Ivy's instruction, the newspaper was named the Great Britain Pravda, dedicated to grabbing exclusive news and creating its own characteristics.

The audience of newspapers and periodicals in this era is still limited to the aristocratic class. In order to cater to the tastes of ordinary people, she chose to lower the price and add many gossip news that is popular in the streets and alleys. Hundreds of thousands of copies are issued at one time, and the readership continues to expand.

Due to the advantages of her noble birth and good communication skills, she can often grasp first-hand information, and in order to dig out any troubles, she has established a small news department.

It is said to be a gathering, but in fact it is a spy department used to inquire about news, going deep into England and Ireland.It even reached out to other great powers such as the Ottoman and Habsburg empires.

"Just wait and see, my spies will weave a web for me all over Europe, and we'll find out what Karl Friedrich said in Wednesday's parliament, whether Frederick III is in Austria again I bet Napoleon was overjoyed at the Tuileries for his indifference."

She has always liked to watch the fire from the other side and gloat, sitting leisurely on the sofa, showing an inexplicable smile.

One day she passed the Palace of Westminster in a carriage to personally pick up Arthur, who had just been elected as a member of the House of Commons. She saw a young man in front of him being staggered and pushed out, and several soldiers in front of her were staring at him condescendingly. "It's embarrassing to stop, brat."

The man was still holding a heavy machine in his hand, and even if he accidentally fell to the ground, he still had to protect it in his arms like a treasure, and stared back at the soldiers unconvinced: "It's all in your minds that you people Filled with medieval bezoar, smelly and hard, don't understand my efforts, you will regret laughing at an invention that will shake the world!"

"Hahaha!" The soldier suddenly burst into laughter, and snorted, "Just relying on this piece of scrap metal in your hand? Go back to your United States, this is not a poor boy like you who is crazy about money." The place to stay."

With a "snap", the door slammed shut, and the young man lowered his head in frustration, trying to get up from the ground with his machine in his arms.

At this time, a hand wearing a white glove suddenly stretched out in front of him.

He raised his head in surprise, and saw a young and beautiful lady, offering him help with a smile.

Quickly got up, patted the ashes on his body, he bowed and said: "Thank you for your kindness, miss, you are the kindest person I have met since I came to England."

"Oh, it's just a matter of lifting your hands. You have to protect your baby. It's very important. I hope you don't let it get into trouble."

She glanced at the machine, but the young man was ecstatic, and immediately said excitedly: "It seems that you are the only beautiful lady who knows the goods, but it's a pity that those people are blind."

Of course she knows the goods, because his treasure is the telegraph machine that can lead the whole era.

"It's okay, I'm enough." She smiled, "What's your name, please?"

"My name is Morse..." The young man's face was full of pride and stubbornness. Although he was poor, he still maintained his confidence. "In order to promote my invention, I came from the United States to ask for funding. It's a pity that your parliament rejected me. They rushed out and laughed at my whimsical ideas."

"Any genius will be regarded as a lunatic by a real idiot. You only need to pretend that you can't see the faces of those medieval bezoars, and your mood will not be affected." Ivy said, "If you want, you may as well accept my appreciation. "

As soon as the words were finished, she handed him a piece of paper, and the young man took it, and found that it was a check for a lot of money.

Astonishment swept through his brain in an instant, and Ivy immediately gave him her own business card, and without waiting for him to thank, she said with a smile: "Work for me, and I will let you realize your ideals."

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Almost half an hour after sunset, Arthur still hadn't come out of the gate.

Seeing the displeasure on the noble countess's face, the guard went in to inquire about the news, and when he came out after a while, he sighed and shook his head.

"My honorable lady, your brother has quarreled with the Speaker, Mr Addington."

Arthur will fight?

Ivy expressed surprise, which was unheard of, and then asked: "Why? I remember that Mr. Henry Addington has no conflict of interest with my brother."

"Ah..." The guard was sweating profusely, and looked at her with embarrassment, "It's for you. Speaker Addington thinks that you don't have the right of inheritance, and Ireland's iron mining rights should not be owned by you. So he took the initiative To provoke a dispute with General Wellesley, although your elder brother is usually modest, this time he unexpectedly lost his temper and openly quarreled with Mr. Addington.

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