[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter9 couldn't take it anymore, then turned around and ran away!

The troll strikes... No, when Mr Collins comes to visit, Queen Elizabeth has already gone to teach the lovely, gentle, indecisive Mr Bingley.

This means... that the burden of marrying Mr. Collins falls on her eldest daughter?

Thinking that after a quarter of an hour's intimate conversation with his mother, Mr. Collins will face her with that smiling face, and describe how much Mrs. Catherine cares about his life's affairs with a loyal dog attitude of "begging for a whip" , under the care of the benefactor, he made a gracious marriage proposal to her...

The stuffed bun trembled.

Facing that plump, rosy, oily round face, Jane absolutely didn't have the courage to kiss it!I don't even have the courage to take a second look!

Therefore, she admires Charlotte's dedication and heroism very much, and she admires her five-body projection - not everyone can throw himself into the arms of a giant monster that everyone except his benefactor avoids for a stable future .

After shivering for a while, Jane had a flash of inspiration, and suddenly realized that she could rest assured, after all, even the head of the family, Mr. Bennet, would not allow his daughter to marry such a giant monster~(≧▽≦)/~啦啦啦

It seems that all you have to do is put up with Mrs. Bennet's little companion.

Baozi swears to himself while complaining, after getting through the story of the giant monster attack, he must leave the small village of Langborn, go to any place to stimulate GDP growth, and start a refreshing and pleasant journey!

Forget about trolls, scumbags, icebergs, paralyzed faces, and bullies!

Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy were in Niger when the Bennets (except for the flattering mistress) were being tormented by Mr. Collins' nonsense while at the same time putting on a warm and considerate smile and politely agreeing. In the billiards room of Fei Garden, I spent the time without the company of the two Miss Banjia.

"Stop messing with your cue, Charlie, you look as though you'd break it and swallow it." Mr. Darcy straightened up, and let the servant rearrange the pocketed billiard balls.

"Then let's go hunting tomorrow. I'm looking for something to harm me now." Mr. Bingley dropped his cue and sat down on the sofa with a melancholy expression. Zhang's originally lively and handsome face became even more gloomy.

He tapped his chest lightly and said, "Here, it's empty."

"There will be opportunities to see her in the future, Charlie." Mr. Darcy's face was hidden in the shadow, so that people could not see his expression clearly.

"Not enough, Fitzwilliam, not enough at all..." Mr. Bingley smiled bleakly, "How can I make you, a cruel fellow who can't fall in love with anyone, understand? How can I make you understand that Miss Elizabeth has only been away for a whole day God, my heart is so empty I'm going crazy. How can I make you understand that visiting once a week is completely useless... How can I make you understand that I will do anything and anyone with her Forget it...and you, my friend."

"It's irrational love."

"Oh, Fitzwilliam, I can almost imagine the 'reasonable' expression on your face when you proposed to some poor girl!" Mr. Bingley made a look of "I can't help you", "I I can't live without her, Fitzwilliam, I can't fail to see Miss Elizabeth's mischievous manners, I can't fail to hear her witty and lovely words, I can't help but soak in those dark, intelligent, beautiful eyes! Don't take them no more Respectable relatives have come against me, even if they had a hundred uncles, each of whom traded in Gypsies, and if every one of those hundred uncles behaved exactly like Mrs Bennet... I too... I too To propose to Miss Elizabeth! Please, Fitzwilliam, bless me...? Fitzwilliam?"

After Mr. Bingley made an ambitious declaration with dignity and respect, he suddenly found Darcy sunk deep on the sofa, as if his whole body was deeply trapped in the vortex of thinking.

"You didn't hear anything, did you? . . . I knew it would be so," said Mr. Bingley weakly.

And Mr. Darcy has disappeared.

In order not to be disturbed by Mr. Collins' long and monotonous tirade, Mr. Bennet politely asked him to accompany the girls for a walk in Meryton. Mr. Collins humbly, respectfully and happily agreed.

Along the way, Mr. Collins kept quoting scriptures—most of which were from his benefactor, Lady Catherine—and Jane was so annoyed that she said: “Mr. Why not write her words down and read them every night before bed?"

Mr. Collins slapped his head, and a smirk appeared on that chubby face again: "You are so right, dear cousin Jane! If Madam knows that I do this, she will be very happy!"

Look at his appearance... It seems that this proposal is about to be put into practice... It couldn't be more appropriate for the brain-filling Red Guard to hold the red book and shout "Grandpa Mao, sleep forever"!

It's so stupid that people can't bear to look at it directly... Jane couldn't help feeling a little sympathetic:

Creator, please look at the defective products you have created!

The Creator covered his face, indicating that this product was not produced by him ==

Jane is so kind, so kind, and she bravely confronts Mr. Collins' almost deliberately stupid chatter with sympathy for mentally handicapped children.

Mr. Collins couldn't have laughed more foolishly, and was dazzled and danced with the approval and admiration of his most beautiful cousin.

Amitabha, may the Lord bless me... Jane was terrified by the expression he wrote on his face, and twisted the hands that were about to put together into twists, diverted to draw a sign of the cross on her chest.

The torment Jane suffered was so deep that when she saw the first scumbag male supporting role in the book, her first reaction was that she looked like Grandma Qiong Yao's favorite protégé, Fu Erkang.

Mr. Wickham, although you are the most scumbag in the book and do not explain, I am still sincerely grateful to you... for saving me from the most stupid mouth in the book.

He was wearing a long gray cloak, a sword hanging from his waist, riding boots, and a straight and dazzling red military uniform, much more handsome than well-behaved gentlemen in dull colors.Not to mention that his appearance and manners were really pleasing, his features were fine, his figure was tall, and there was nothing unprofessional about him.

It has to be said that at the beginning of the nineteenth century when loose and monotonous men's overcoats were popular, the red military uniform was indeed the most eye-catching existence, especially when worn on the shell of such a talented man as Mr. Wickham.

Once introduced by Danny, he began to talk cheerfully and earnestly--earnestly, politely, decently and measuredly.All officers looked stupid and obnoxious compared with him, and Mr. Collins's big face was the most tolerable.

No wonder everyone was fooled by the scumbag!Compared with the iceberg of Neixiu, Wickham, who looks like a golden jade on the outside, is more popular and trustworthy, right?

When everyone was chatting very speculatively, they suddenly heard the sound of horseshoes, and saw Darcy and Bentley riding horses from the street.Seeing these ladies in the crowd, the two new gentlemen came to them quickly, and were about to exchange greetings, when they found that Jane walked out quickly and said: "I suddenly remembered something at home, gentlemen... ..."

"My horse is happy to serve you, Miss Bennet." Mr. Bingley got off his horse and handed her the rein with a long look.

"I'll take Miss Bennet back." Mr. Darcy left his friend to Elizabeth.

Jane breathed a sigh of relief.

Finally, I finally avoided the embarrassing meeting of this pair of bamboo horses who fell in love and killed each other (fog), and temporarily got rid of the all-round and multi-angle siege of the giant monster Collins...

After going back, I must offer a few sticks of incense to the God of Time Traveling.