When Emperor Wu dressed as Darcy's sister

At three o'clock in the afternoon the sun was still hanging in the sky, the snow on the road was slowly melting, the road was icy and not so muddy, a small carriage appeared far away on the wilderness far away from Netherfield, and was slowly Walk slowly into the manor.

The gentlemen and ladies in the manor were enjoying today's afternoon tea, which was served by the cook with small biscuits and black tea. Bentley, who was looking forward to Wu Zhao's joining, Qingniang would show her talents again, felt extremely regretful.

It's a pity that other people didn't taste Qingniang's craftsmanship today, so they didn't care much.

Caroline couldn't bear what Stuart said, and she sat alone by the window just now. At this time, she was the first to discover the carriage heading for Netherfield.

"Look at that carriage!" Caroline held the black tea and pointed to Mrs. Hurst, her tone full of sarcasm, "It's a lord, a squire, I haven't seen any gentleman travel in London. What is the difference between using such a carriage and the carriages used by the servants!"

Mrs. Hurst leaned over and took a look. It happened that the carriage had already arrived outside the door at this time, and the three people in the carriage were getting off the carriage one by one.

The one who came down first was a round, slightly fat middle-aged gentleman with a red face, talking and laughing loudly with the male servant who came to greet him as soon as he came down.

Two thin men came down one after another, one with a beard and a serious look; the other looked much gentler and not tall.

The three of them were all dressed in formal attire for meeting guests, and it was obvious that they took this visit very seriously.

Mrs. Hurstuff took a closer look, and then said critically: "It's not very sloppy, Caroline, at least we should forgive the poverty here."

Caroline covered her mouth and smiled.

While speaking, the three of them had already arrived in the living room under the leadership of the servant. Bingley got up quickly and greeted them warmly.

The middle-aged gentleman who seemed very enthusiastic just came up and held Bingley's hand eagerly, and laughed loudly: "You are Mr. Bingley, right? Welcome to Longbourne for vacation, I am Lucas, Queen A knighthood from His Majesty."

As he spoke, he straightened his chest with the medal on, as if showing it to Bentley.

Bingley was an enthusiastic person, and he would not give him a high regard just because of his title, but his enthusiastic attitude was enough to satisfy Sir Lucas.

Darcy came over a step later than Bingley, the owner here. He was far less enthusiastic than Bingley, but he bowed silently at a distance of five or six feet.

The two next to him quickly bowed to respond.

Sir Lucas enthusiastically introduced Bentley, "This is Mr. Bennett. He owns the largest farm here."

The tall and serious gentleman just now nodded slightly to the two of them.

"This is Mr. Long, and he has the best horses in Longbourn!"