[Pride and Prejudice] Squire and Noble

He sat quietly for a while, and continued to "read" very attentively.

Soon, the pair of slender and powerful legs wrapped in suit pants changed direction and overlapped again. This kind of action was frequent. Obviously, Mr. Darcy was using a change of posture to cover up his joyful heart.His brown eyes stared quietly at the pages of the book, but he couldn't read a single word. He kept a straight face, as if he was deeply afraid that his mood and intentions would be accidentally peeped into.

"Oh, the owner of Bell Manor is too strange. Why did he do this? Darcy, is he looking at some property of yours and trying to please you?" Miss Bingley stood there with a resentful expression on her face. I no longer have the mood to maintain the posture of my beautiful neck.She almost threw away the boring book in her hand angrily.

"No, Caroline, how could you have such a strange idea!" Mr. Bingley dismissed it before Darcy could answer, "I think Darcy must have known the owner of Bell Manor in advance and had a relationship with him A deep and friendly relationship, isn't it, Darcy?"

Mr. Bingley looked curiously at Mr. Darcy, who had been sitting quietly all this time, as if he was absorbed in reading a book.

"Hey, Darcy, I beg you to stop reading and tell us something jj." Mr. Bingley didn't have much interest in this Bell Manor at first, but he was different from them when he saw Darcy's invitation letter Yes, Mr. Bingley could not be less interested after the extraordinarily fine and handsome typeface.

He could tell at a glance that the person who wrote the invitation letter herself was definitely a lady!

Moreover, she is a lady with a very delicate mind, otherwise, this handwriting would definitely not be so exquisite and beautiful, just like a work of art, which makes people admire it after reading it.

"Well, yes." Darcy happily answered Bentley's question, but blocked his further inquiries, "but I'm sorry, Bentley, since the owner of Bell Manor wants to keep it secret, you can't Ask me more."

Mr. Bingley was very sorry. "Well, I will never put you in trouble, Darcy."

Darcy continued to lower his eyes, "reading".

For the first time, he discovered that it was so interesting to keep a secret for others. Looking at the curiosity in Bentley's eyes and the regret after his curiosity failed, and the gossip that everyone talked about and made a lot of noise in the speculation, Darcy had something to say. A sense of pride.

No one else knows, only he knows.

Is this the refreshing feeling that everyone is drunk and I am alone?

Mr. Bingley quickly put aside this regret, and continued to happily study the words and sentences in the letter. His friend was appreciated in a different way, which made the simple Mr. Bingley feel more appreciated than himself. more happy.

As a result, no one in the room noticed that under Darcy's calm disguise, there was a complacent heart.

The hands holding the book were a little sore. He had read that page for too long, yet not a single word entered his head.Darcy held the book that was crying silently and continued to pretend to be in thought, but his mind drifted to Bingley, listening to him analyze the words and sentences in the invitation letter, and whenever he mentioned which sentence in it was interesting , Darcy's mood will be better.

Mr. Bingley talked for a long time, but found that no one responded to him, so he lost interest.

He put down the invitation letter, carefully put it back into the envelope, put it back in the book for Darcy, put it on Darcy's desk, and said with a gentle smile, "Darcy, you must dress up that day, Although you are already handsome enough, you can't keep giving yourself any decorations, you know, you might be the key person at the ball!"

Darcy picked up the book, pursed the corners of his lips, and looked thoughtful.

Mr. Bingley didn't force it, and went to do other things with a smile. Darcy's footsteps stopped at the same place, and then walked up the stairs steadily.Well, maybe this is an offer he should accept...

**

The day of the invitation was in the middle of autumn, when the grapes were growing the best. Yisha specially chose this time to invite everyone to come, just to give everyone a bigger shock.She is meticulously arranging the halls of the Bell Manor, which is naturally no problem for her.

She has seen too many receptions of the nobility, banquets of the palace, and balls of the upper class, and everything she has participated in has become her intangible capital now.

She can easily arrange an ordinary ball as grand and luxurious as a court ball.

Isa thought about it, and couldn't help laughing at herself.Three years have passed here, and she has become a little cautious. How could she care about these before?But now she held grudges so much, and expected those who excluded them to be so surprised that they couldn't keep their mouths shut when they found out that the surname of the owner of Bell Manor was Bennett.Oh, she's just plain bad.

Well, in fact, she was looking forward to seeing Mrs. Bennet weeping with joy.

For the past three years, they have all suffered.

There was a bright smile on the corner of Yisha's lips, but it's not bad to suffer, isn't it?

There was still a full month and a half before the much-anticipated dance. During this period, Mr. Bingley decisively invited the Bennetts to have dinner several times, and then came to the Bennetts for a return visit as agreed.

On this day, he dressed happily and went out with his sisters, but when he saw a tall, serious and well-dressed figure standing at the door, he suddenly stopped in his tracks and asked curiously, "Darcy? "

"Well, let's go." Darcy stood upright with a serious expression on his face, and he looked extraordinarily handsome in a suit.

"We're going to pay a return visit to the Bennetts. Do you want to come too?" Mr. Bingley was puzzled. He didn't intend to call him on something like this that he thought Darcy would find very boring.

Darcy pursed his lips tightly, "Of course."

Bingley blinked, "Oh, this is really great!" Miss Bingley opened her mouth beside her, and secretly glared at her brother, thinking inwardly, and fought her for the line again.Then, Miss Bingley walked to Darcy's side very familiarly, and got into Darcy's carriage naturally. Darcy frowned, and got into the carriage after a while.

As soon as the carriage started to move, Miss Bingley took pains to break the silence, "Darcy, I am really looking forward to this return visit. You know, the Bennett family's estate is notoriously barren. The land can't bring them any income, but they are losing money every year! Oh, I can't imagine it!"

"The Bennets will be delighted to kill you so much boring time," said Darcy flatly.He put his hands flat on his lap, leaned back, and after posing in a comfortable position, he squinted his eyes slightly, obviously expressing his disinterest in her conversation.

Miss Bingley's expression froze, she sat awkwardly for a while, and said reluctantly, "Hey, Darcy, have you heard that the original owner of Bell Manor who invited us to the ball not long ago turned out to be Viscount Chelsea's brother, oh, that ridiculous and romantic man, I really don't want to mention it!"

Darcy opened his eyes, and his movements finally changed a little.

Miss Bingley looked at him expectantly, hoping for a response, no matter what.

"Here we are." As soon as Darcy finished speaking, the carriage stopped. He got out of the carriage first, and then stood beside the carriage in a very gentlemanly manner and stretched out his arms.Dejected but happy, Miss Bingley put her hands on it, and gracefully walked down from above with her skirt in hand.

Mr. and Mrs. Bennet, and the four pretty girls, were all greeted by the presence of the distinguished guest.

They stood in front of their own house, each smiling decently and gracefully. These four girls are undoubtedly excellent, and they can go directly into the oil painting.But Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst took a step back almost as soon as they got out of the car. "Oh, my God..."

In the sunlight, the house looked so out of place.

Behind the house was a large piece of land that had been overturned as if it had been rebuilt after a disaster. There were no trees around, and even if there were, they were only young saplings.The sense of the picture in this painting is discordant, and the figure in the center is obviously far from the background.

"Charles, I can't imagine how I feel living here, I can't even imagine going in and having dinner with such a family, oh, I'm going to faint!" Miss Bingley paled harshly, and after a while, she said roughly After panting twice, he held his head and said in a stern whisper, "I refuse you to associate with any lady from the Bennett family!!"

Mrs. Hurst hastily agreed seriously, "Yes, Charles, they must be desperately trying to get into your marriage. We will never let them succeed! You can't just call She took advantage of it!"

Mr. Bingley's eyes flashed with pity, and he put his hand on his heart. He didn't seem to hear what Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley said at all, and he almost whispered, "Oh, my dear Miss Jane Bennett, She is so pitiful... I feel that my heart is aching for her."

"Charles!" Miss Bingley's voice became a little sharper, "Wake up! My sister and I refuse you to associate with any of the Miss Bennetts! If you persist in your obsession, this will be the beginning of your miserable life !"

Only then did Mr. Bingley come back to his senses. He was stunned for a while, and subconsciously wavered under the harsh words of the sisters.

While they were halting, Miss Bingley suddenly screamed, "Darcy!"

It was only then that everyone discovered that Mr. Darcy hadn't joined their conversation at all, and he didn't even care about the poverty here. On the contrary, he had already stepped on his noble legs during their conversation and walked into the slightly dilapidated courtyard !This realization was simply shocking, and Miss Bingley's heart was clenched. She could never imagine the noble Mr. Darcy sitting in such a dilapidated house and chatting with such despicable ladies!

And he only left them with a stalwart back, against the sun, like a knight walking towards the princess without hesitation.

The author has something to say: =w= This handsome back... [Mr. Darcy's serious face: Remember to give flowers] PS: The manuscript depositor was eaten by the egg tart again =, = So tomorrow's update should resume at night , my dears, remember to move the bench to watch~~╭(╯3╰)╮