aristocratic engagement

Darcy recalled it for a long time. He still met the surname Bennet seven years ago, but it seems that the "Bennet family" does not have a son?And who is young Mr. Bennet?

Darcy frowned, and was about to ask, but swallowed the words back—to be honest, he and Annie were not close, maybe seven years ago, he could still interfere with her as a cousin Friendship situation.But now, having not seen him for seven years, Annie's appearance is very strange to him, let alone...their relationship is far from being able to "hear to heart".

Darcy finished his breakfast, but he didn't leave. He just leaned on the back of the high chair and read the works of "Mr. Bennet" intently, frowning from time to time, or finding fault with certain words. .

It is more serious than studying philosophical masterpieces!

Anne finished her breakfast, pushed away the dinner plate, and just stood up when Darcy, who was opposite her, also stood up.

"Oh... I forgot to say thank you, the breakfast you made is very delicious, it is beyond my expectation." Annie smiled, "To tell you the truth, I think your cooking level is higher than mine Much more. I won’t ask you what you have experienced these years, I always feel that it is a story that cannot be summed up in words.”

Darcy looked into her eyes and always felt that her politeness made him a little uncomfortable: "I don't have any wonderful stories, but if you want to hear them, I would like to tell you...and Georgiana—as long as you I don't think my description is so pale and boring, which is usually the word my friends would describe me."

"Pale and boring?" Anne smiled briefly, "It's not pale and boring. I think your care and rigor are more precious than those exaggerated rhetoric. After all, what I want to understand is my Cousin's experience, not the hero's fantastic journey in a fantasy story."

"As long as you're willing to listen—" Darcy stopped talking suddenly when he saw Georgiana's snickering expression.

He pushed away the armchair, strode outside, and took off his coat from the hanger by the door: "I'm going to go to my uncle's cemetery now, maybe I won't be back until tonight, don't wait for me to eat dinner."

After speaking, he turned around.

"I'll go too, Cousin Darcy." Anne called to him. "Will you wait a few minutes for me to go upstairs and change?"

The fact that Anne had had a rare good night's sleep after the earl's accident should not have put her back in such a sad mood at once.

Darcy and Anne looked at each other for three seconds, then compromised: "Of course." He looked down at his watch, "We'll be leaving in half an hour—Georgianna, stay here, someone must tell the ladies where we are going."

Georgiana bit her lip and nodded, taking back the steps she was about to run for the stairs.Annie quickly ran upstairs while they were watching.

"Okay... I'll stay. I just have a letter to write. It's been a month since he wrote to me last time." Georgiana sat back in her seat.

Darcy wanted to ask who she was writing to, but Georgiana was already so old, maybe he shouldn't interfere with her making friends, but... him?who is he?When did Georgiana even have a male pen pal?

"To whom?" Darcy still couldn't hold back.

"George!"

"George Wickham?"

After getting an affirmative answer, Darcy's face sank.

In the open field, two horses galloped one after the other.

Anne straddled the horse, swung the whip vigorously, and ran ahead of Darcy.The sharp cold wind raised her skirt and cloak, like a black bird, ready to fly in the gust of wind at any time.

Darcy followed her not far away, never daring to take his eyes off the girl for a moment—he never imagined that Anne would propose to ride a horse by herself, and even as soon as she left the city, she turned over on the horse and changed from riding sideways to riding a horse. straddle.

The girl who only dared to sneak astride under his cover by the Thames in the evening had grown up.

What surprised him even more was that her riding skills were superb!No less than any well-trained gentleman!

Darcy's expression gradually changed from worry to appreciation, and from appreciation to doubt.Now he felt more and more that this cousin was surrounded by waves of fog, which made him unable to figure it out.

Since she was a child, she had a kind of maturity and rationality that was incompatible with the child's body, and she even saw the road ahead one step ahead of him; but when he thought that she should always be similar to her peers when she grew up, he found that, She never stands out from the crowd.Her appearance and family background are enough to make her a role model for a lady, but she seems to have never stepped into this track from beginning to end.

Darcy has seen many women, mature, flirtatious, simple, or cold... but there is no one like Anne, who cannot be summed up in any word.

She is courteous, caring, and always has a gentle smile. She seems to be able to accept everything, and few people don't like her; but the closer you get to her, the more you feel that she is not what she seems on the surface.

Darcy flicked his whip and chased after him.The two horses were running side by side, and the rhythm was quickly synchronized, and the sound of the horses' hooves overlapped.Darcy looked sideways, and was surprised to find that the indifference and rebellion in Anne's eyebrows were exactly the same as that of the deceased uncle.

At this time, a white light seemed to flash in his mind.

Sir Louis died early, and after Rosings recovered from his death, he had close contacts with the Earl's House. The Earl was more like a dependable uncle to Anne than to himself.But Darcy himself is different from Anne. He was raised as the master of Pemberley Manor since he was a child, and until the death of his parents, he was already a gentleman who could barely handle himself alone.

The death of Earl Fitzwilliam hit Anne far beyond his imagination.Perhaps, the reason why she came to the cemetery with her was not just to lead the way for herself, or to mourn the Earl...

"Here it is!" Anne shouted, pulling the rein at the same time, and the horse gradually slowed down.

Looking along the horsewhip Annie pointed at, there was a gray oak forest.

The author has something to say: In the next chapter, Anne will have a showdown~