[comprehensive] superior skills

At the start of the new year, there is still a bitter chill in the air in south-east England.

If someone is willing to pick a high and steep slope overlooking the village from the picturesque village of Hansford in Kent, he will find that at the fork of a road that runs through the entire village surrounded by thick bushes and silent forests, stands the A two-storey stone building covered with light white paint.

This house with a beautiful fence and a private back garden was originally owned by the church, and the current temporary residents are Mr. Collins, a newly promoted clergyman of the diocese, and his new wife, the former Miss Lucas.

Today is not Sunday, but Mr. Collins still got up early from his warm bed and spent more time than usual in the bathroom to make sure that he was dressed properly from head to toe etiquette.

"Oh, dear Charlotte, I think you must be feeling very uneasy right now."

Mr. Collins used a small finger-length comb to gently press down the broken hair on his forehead, trying to make it look less playful. "But believe me, there is nothing to be ashamed of. If anyone knows that they are about to be treated like Catherine De Mrs. Pole would feel extremely disturbed by the promotion of a noble and kind person like Mrs. Pole."

After he was satisfied with the facial shape, he adjusted the snow-white neckline again, "But don't feel that you are not worthy of this kindness. You must know that since you became Mrs. Collins, everything you have is the most suitable given by God gift!"

"Be at ease, my dear Mr Collins."

Considering that she still needs to leave a good appetite for the exquisite breakfast given by God, Charlotte wisely followed her husband's words and said: "I never thought it would be a great thing to be your wife and enjoy the glory you brought to the family." Difficult things. If there is always one person in a husband and wife who is going to dominate, I'm glad that person is you."

"What a sweet love story!"

Mr. Collins kissed the corner of his wife's lips proudly, "I dare say the simple love expressed in it is better than any appetizer at a dinner party."

Charlotte's expression froze for a moment, and then she made a perfect shy smile just as the other party expected.

At this moment, only God knows why she and Mr. Collins can be in harmony like an old couple who have spent half their lives together after only being together for more than a month.

In view of Charlotte's clear positioning of herself, she has long realized that as the eldest daughter of a vassal lord with no talent and dowry and a rich dowry, the practicality of marriage is definitely higher than that of girls for love. Unreal longing.

That's why she was willing to endure the ridicule of the world, especially her best friend, and marry Mr. Collins, who was listed in the list of fools all over Britain.

Charlotte knew that in the eyes of some people, she must have become a tragic figure in the style of "Hamlet", and she might also be a clown on the same stage as Mr. Collins.

But for a 27-year-old spinster, life and death are no longer a matter of allowing her to choose too much.

Sitting in the cozy and tidy dining room, which was not spacious, and looking at the maid beside her who was busy setting meals for the master, Charlotte couldn't help but be grateful in her heart: "At least God sent me William Mr Collins, save me from having to make ends meet in old age and infirmity."

Thinking about it this way, Charlotte felt that although marrying Mr. Pastor was not worth showing off, it was the wisest decision she had ever made in her life.

"My dear, try the tender roast leg of lamb."

During the meal, Charlotte tried to interrupt her husband's long speech in a more gentle way, but he politely refused, "I will be a guest at Rosings Garden later, in order to better serve the benevolent benefactor, I'd better eat less of these unclean foods."

After receiving a friendly reminder from her husband, Charlotte can only put the cured meat on the dinner plate aside and focus on refreshing vegetable salads seasoned with vinaigrette.

After the meal, Charlotte, who did not deliberately dress up according to Mr. Collins' request, checked her accessories and walked to Rosings Garden with her husband who was invited to enjoy afternoon tea.

Walking on the scenic country road, Charlotte couldn't help feeling very grateful for her wise decision again, even though Mr. Collins kept repeating how magnificent and incomparable his noble master's manor was, it still couldn't make people feel Half a disappointment.

"Charlotte, look at those shiny glass!"

The two had just entered the well-manicured mansion garden, and Mr. Collins couldn't wait to praise with indescribable pride: "The cost of inlaying them alone is enough to make people amazing, not to mention the maintenance and taxes that come with it." question!"

Charlotte couldn't understand why Mr. Pastor's attitude towards the Lord's mansion was more difficult than when he was inspecting the property in Longborn that day, but he could only echo and say: "It can be seen that this manor is definitely worthy of those who are not worth much. Fee's glass."

In this matter, Mr. Collins finally found a confidant, "Oh, Charlotte! I dare say that this is an absolute wonder of art in Great Britain! Except in the palace, you can't find in all England better than Rosings." A beautiful place, and of course its mistress!"

This time Charlotte did not dare to agree with Mr. Pastor's point of view. Even though she had only heard of Mrs. Catherine de Boer's name, she knew that it was a lady in her fifties.No matter how well maintained it is, how can it match the word beauty?

However, it is not appropriate to deny this in front of the guide boy. Charlotte regards it as Mr. Collins's habitual flattery. Whenever she encounters such a situation, she only needs to pay attention to the last syllable. own ears.

All the way through the suspended ceiling of sculptures depicting religious patterns, the display gallery with collection showcases and portraits of ancestors, the newlyweds who were invited to visit saw the Rosings Garden in the living room with a raging wall fire. hostess.

The Duchess de Boer was as imposing as Charlotte had imagined, sitting there as if she was a lady who had stepped out of an oil painting.

However, her appearance has nothing to do with beauty at all. A slightly masculine serious face coupled with a pair of sharp eyes full of scrutiny, is quite calm and prestige.

Before the hostess asked, Mr. Collins, who was afraid of being rude, bowed hurriedly and said, "Dear Madam, please allow me to introduce you to my new wife, Charlotte Collins. Her father, Luca Mr Si is a Sir, and had the honor of being received by His Majesty the King."

"I remember you talking about it."

Mrs. de Boer's eyes were a bit unstoppable, which may be because she didn't have to learn how to please others since she was a child, "The knight's daughter is indeed very suitable for the clergy. As I said, an older A wife is good for the stability of the family. Not everyone can get a good marriage and a status-defining inheritance at your age."

"Yes, you are absolutely right!"

Mr. Collins was flattered and said: "I often say to Charlotte that all my good fortune begins with your appreciation, Madam, and from that moment on, the god of luck has favored me mercilessly!"

"Oh, here we go again."

Charlotte knew that Mr. Collins would not stop until he had plucked out his treasured collection of good sentences.

Fortunately, Mrs. de Boer was not bored with his actions. Instead, she slightly raised the corners of her mouth and turned to the delicate girl sitting on the soft sofa, and said in a very proud tone: "You haven't seen my daughter Anne yet?" De Boer and Mrs. Gingerson."

Following the kindness of the hostess, Charlotte, who was finally distracted and noticed the heir to the manor, knelt slightly, suppressed the surprise in her heart and smiled, "Good afternoon, Miss De Boer, it's a pleasure to meet you!"

If it is said that Mrs. Collins thought that the treasure of England in her husband's mouth was just a compliment, it was not until she saw this melancholy girl who seemed to have come out of a fairy tale world that she realized that angels can really come to the world. Empty words can't describe one-tenth of the beauty of the young lady.

Seeing this girl who is almost perfect in both background and appearance, Charlotte suddenly felt that God favored her too much.

Compared with Mademoiselle de Boer, the beauties I used to see were as inconspicuous as the little daisies and onyx gold ornaments adorning her black hair.

Anne Songci de Boer, who has long been accustomed to being amazed by other people's eyes, has been perpetrators of beauty for many years, followed her tutor with a smile and said: "Good afternoon, Mrs. Collins."

To be honest, she didn't expect that she would leap from a top-notch farm lady to a nineteenth-century aristocratic lady with a sick face, taciturnity, no talent, and a bad temper.

When Song Ci received the memory of the original owner with a nervous mood, and learned of the last wish of the noble girl who died in depression in the previous life, there was only one thought left in his mind, "Oh, it's like returning to the magical world, what a wonderful leisure time!"

In this low-risk world where all plots revolve around the word marriage and love, both men and women, including the original owner, are eager to change their lives through marriage.

It is no exaggeration to say that every woman fantasizes about seizing the opportunity to become a rich man, even the sloppy alcoholic bum on the street thinks that he may be lucky enough to find a good wife with a large dowry and live a rich life .

Completing a task of this level is as simple as drinking water and eating for Song Ci, as long as Miss Anne is missing.

In order to fulfill the regret of the original owner, when she first arrived, she made a wish to make this sickly body grow into the appearance of Cinderella.

After countless worlds, Song Ci has never forgotten the Cinderella who accompanied the three dwarf brothers through a long life.

Because those 200 years were not only the most beautiful and carefree time in her life, but also an important opportunity to change the tragic fate.

That being the case, why not use Cinderella's exorcism to help another poor girl fulfill her trivial expectations.

With the blessing of beauty and wealth, Song Ci's only mission in this life is to live a leisurely and happy life like a Barbie doll under the love and service of her mother, tutor and personal maid, and to choose a noble character at the right age. husband for the rest of his life.

When it came to choosing a spouse, Song Ci had to once again sincerely thank Mrs. de Boer for being a good mother, so that she did not have to marry an unappetizing husband like Charlotte in order to ensure her living status.

Every time she sees Mr. Collins' chubby face at the dinner table, she always thinks of camels in the desert greedily chewing grass.

Gently stroking the six-month-old Gu Mu's soft hair, Song Ci thought rather amusedly: "If he is willing to give up his priesthood to engage in tourism\industry, I can guarantee that Mr. Collins will become the most outstanding tour guide of our time, and he is still unique. One."

"Annie, you only ate one piece of cake."

Putting down the bone china teacup in her hand, Mrs. de Boer looked at her beloved daughter with concern, "Is it because I can't get used to the new cream? I have told the housekeeper to prepare a food list according to your recipe, and don't buy it. Northern jam. But they keep getting it wrong and it's just so annoying."

"No, Mom."

Hugging the puppy who thought he was summoned, Song Ci replied softly: "I ate some canned food when I was walking by the lake just now, so I'm not too hungry."

Knowing that her daughter always likes to enjoy the beautiful scenery near Swan Lake, Mrs. De Boer finally calmed down, "What brand is the canned food?"

"It's Mason's tinned cocoa, ma'am."

Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng hurriedly said: "Miss doesn't eat much, most of it is used to feed wild birds."

She has served in Rosings Manor for more than ten years and naturally knows how important Miss Anne is to the widowed hostess, and she will stay by her side every day.

"Let's avoid those coated biscuits used to fool travelers, I'm afraid they will irritate your stomach."

Mrs. de Boer added: "Why should you be forced to eat second-rate products that are processed out of nowhere when you can enjoy the freshest and most delicious food."

"Okay, Mom."

Song Ci obediently agreed: "I promise I will never eat canned food again."

She just wanted to see if the cold processed food trend was palatable on a whim, but she gave up after taking a bite of a biscuit that was harder than overnight bread.

In the era when only maids would enter the kitchen, as an aristocrat who could lead the fashion or spread scandals anytime and anywhere, if he wanted to change his taste and improve his life occasionally, he could only rely on the shameful means of stealing food in the middle of the night.

Shrimp dumplings and steamed buns, how much she misses these oriental foods that can appear in the restaurant openly, instead of the dark cuisine of the British Empire.

Song Ci just responded according to Miss Anne's nature, but Charlotte, who had been quietly paying attention to the noble mother and daughter, shook her head secretly.

Although Mrs. de Boer, who is well-dressed and has a strong personality, is easier to get along with than imagined, but this beautiful and gentle Miss Anne is too submissive.

She never spoke unless asked by her mother or governess, and she was a model of prudence.

If just now Charlotte was still immersed in the beauty of the other party and couldn't extricate herself, but now she felt that this noble lady's character was too boring, no matter how many balls she attended, it would be difficult to find a man who was in love with her.

"Maybe there will always be a man who knows how to choose, whether it's for the lady's beauty, dowry, or even Rosings Manor."

Charlotte was still thinking about what kind of man would be suitable for this lady, but she didn't want the girl who had been characterized by her to sit beside her.

"Mrs. Collins."

Song Ci hugged the struggling cream and asked the newlyweds: "Have you ever returned to your natal home after getting married?"

"not yet."

Charlotte glanced at Mr. Collins who was still chattering, seeing that neither he nor the hostess had noticed this side before continuing, "But my father will come to visit me in early March."

Song Ci took out the biscuit stick that replaced the dog chew from Butter's mouth, "I heard that you lived in Hertfordshire before, how was the environment there?"

"With all due respect, if you don't go to the city, there is not much difference in the countryside."

Charlotte's dark eyes fell from the lace scarf covering the delicate snowy skin on the lady's chest to the rose embroidered pattern on the satin shoes, "There is a Netherfield garden there, which is not bad, of course it is not worth comparing with Rosings. I mentioned it."

"I should really like to go and see what you say about Netherfield."

Song Ci smiled shyly: "I have never left Rosings since I was born."

"Not once?"

Charlotte was really surprised this time, "Haven't you even attended a social dance in London?"

Her coming-of-age ceremony and social dances were only held around Hertfordshire because the status of the Lucas family was not noble enough, but I didn’t expect that even Miss De Boer’s status had never been to London, which was too unreasonable up.

Song Ci explained with a little regret: "My body is not strong enough, and my mother thinks that long-distance travel is too strenuous for me."

Although the truth is that she has no desire to travel to the city full of various excrement, but this body inherited from the original owner still maintains the frequency of a sickness every three days and a serious illness every five days, making Rosings Manor The mistress and servants are very cautious towards the young lady.

"That's such a pity."

Only then did Charlotte discover that Miss de Boer's figure was much thinner than that of ordinary girls, and coupled with her frosty skin, she really didn't look healthy enough.

Facing the trembling dewdrop-like sick beauty on the petals, she couldn't help lowering her volume even when she spoke. It would be too difficult for her to endure the hardship of traveling hundreds of miles.

"A healthy body equals a healthy heir. It seems that this young lady has lost another weight in her marriage."

While lamenting the beauty's fate, Charlotte couldn't help complaining to the hostess of Rosings Manor, "If it wasn't for the lady who wanted to get a hand in everything, at least she could make the lady more lively. At least in the countryside she knows No girl has ever been made infirm by running around. The five Bennett daughters are a good example."

Noticing the flash of emotion in Mrs. Collins' eyes, Song Ci smiled disapprovingly.

Perhaps Mrs. de Boer, a woman with a strong desire for control and high energy, is really hard to like, but for Song Ci, who can calmly deal with even throwing herself into the old lady Liang, there is such a woman who cares about everything even in detail. Remembering a mother with a few cows in a tenant farmer's house on the estate made the routine life all the more lovely.

In her mind, Mr. Collins, like Mrs. de Boer, was a type of person who at first glance was unbearable, but after a long time was very interesting.

Of course, the happiness of being the daughter of the latter will be a hundred times better than being the wife of the former.

However, Song Ci would not tell Charlotte the wonderful ideas that came to his mind, lest the other party mistakenly think that he was showing off in a different way.

Several guests and hosts sat in front of the warm fireplace and chatted a few anecdotes about embroidery and London, and the afternoon tea event, which spent the whole afternoon, came to an end.

And Miss Anne, who hit it off right away when they met for the first time, also made an appointment with Mrs. Collins to come to Rosings Garden again after the next Sunday's event to enjoy the artificial lake Swan Lake specially created by the hostess for the lady.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: It's still a comprehensive world. The alias of this story is The Story of a Sick Beauty Choosing a Daughter. _(:з」∠)_

Mrs. Bennet can marry a well-to-do little squire, Elizabeth can make Mr. Darcy ignore her vulgar mother and shameless sister with a pair of beautiful eyes, and Wickham can rely on a pretty face Elizabeth, who has been coaxed into a high self-esteem, treats each other heart-to-heart with many girls.

All the above signs are enough to show that no matter what age, beauty is also one of the most important properties a person inherits from his parents.

So the scumbag author decided to make up for Miss Anne's shortcomings and turn her into a sick Xi Shi.

Beautiful, what ah~~