[comprehensive] superior skills

In Netherfield Gardens, the lady who was dragged back to the guest room like a fugitive in distress rubbed her slightly red wrist, and asked as calmly as possible: "Mr. Darcy, would you like to tell me now, what is the reason?" Make you so groggy?"

Only the man who didn't wear out the soles of his shoes stopped the male animal's favorite behavior of patrolling the territory, and turned his angry and violent eyes on the mistakes he didn't want to face but made with his own hands.

"terribly sorry."

Mr. Darcy dryly said a word of apology, walked quickly to the window and looked at the road in the distance, "I shouldn't blame others for my fault, even if it's justified in the minds of some insiders. In fact, I can't have the audacity to justify the reckless behavior that is extremely inconsistent with a gentleman's behavior."

"You are contradicting yourself, Mr. Darcy."

Song Ci found the anti-inflammatory ointment in the sewing box. Her tutor was very fond of this oriental medicine that exudes a mint aroma. She always liked to rub some to relieve fatigue when she did a lot of manual work.

She opened the small silver-white box with one hand, revealing the emerald green paste inside, "It's hard for me to tell whether you want me to be a tolerant and understanding insider, or always remember the one who made me rude to others." Badass. Remember the surprise on Mrs. Ginger's face when you walked in the door, I dare say she must be hiding in Bethany's room now writing, trying to explain how horrible that horrible guy who was possessed by a barbarian was just now. Gloomily and rudely relayed to Rosings's mistress. Maybe it won't be long before you can really be freed from this avoidable mistake."

"No!"

Hearing the last sentence, Mr. Darcy, who was stiffer than the statue, finally turned around, held the young lady's arm with one hand, and smeared the silky ointment on the reddish snow skin with one hand, "Please allow me to apologize for my mistakes." Make some small amends, it will at least make me feel better."

Dumbly looking at the gentleman kneeling half-kneeling in front of him, Song Ci's weird gaze shifted from the muscular thighs wrapped in breeches to the well-groomed temple hair, and finally landed on the hair that would irritate slightly every time it rubbed against it. Painful right hand.

"Darcy, although I'm glad you can serve me so seriously, I really think your hand is more suitable for holding a horsewhip."

Song Ci pinched the man's calloused knuckles with his weak and boneless hands, "Do you see the difference between them?"

Two fingers with different degrees of delicacy intertwined strangely in the honey-colored sunlight. Darcy squinted his eyes, and suddenly felt that a certain part of his chest was missing a soft but heart-piercing rib like Adam's. .

"Annie! Forgive me, forgive me..."

Darcy couldn't help kissing the young lady's delicate fingers, "I should have done this a long time ago, but the name Anne is like a curse, which makes me hesitate in the honey trap laid by fate. Although your other conditions are worthy Perfect, I am versatile and noble, but you are too petite and fragile, so you may not be able to bear the burden of bearing an heir."

His voice was pained and bewildered, with a hint of relief, "I will never forget the sight of young Georgiana crying in her sleep looking for her mother, and vowing never to allow the tragedy of Pemberley's former mistress It’s happening again. For this reason, I would rather ignore the wishes of the elders on both sides, and even ignore the repeated good intentions of my aunt. I even made up my mind a long time ago to love you and Georgiana as younger sisters, even if they can’t be yours. The husband should also be the most dedicated protector."

"Darcy, now I have to admit that your ability to make people hate you is really unique."

Song Ci interrupted his confession, raised his hand to press his aching temple, "If you still want to make a fair evaluation of my remaining shortcomings, then there is no need for you to continue. In order to avoid Pemberley and Luo Xin Si has turned from a close relative to a feud, we'd better go to the living room to enjoy the afternoon tea carefully prepared by Mr. Bingley while we are still calm."

"I'm afraid you will be disappointed, my dear cousin. For this little frustration alone will not prevent me from taking the risk of my own happiness."

Mr. Darcy did not regret the unflattering declaration of love he confided before. On the contrary, he felt that only the choices that had experienced painful struggles were particularly precious, "Please let me tell you, my attachment to you is like a bird leaving Without branches, the brook yearns for the sea as naturally. I will never forget that you brought me happiness, unparalleled happiness, happiness that I have never had before. Because of your existence, even the gray roadside The green trees are starting to make sense. If it is destined that you cannot be my wife and I cannot marry the woman I love the most, then I would rather give up marriage, even if Pemberley loses his heir for it!"

After he finished speaking, he kissed those little hands that people couldn't put it down, "So please marry me, and give me the right to treasure this unique happiness forever!"

In the unbearable silence, Song Ci silently looked down at the man who finally took off the judge's robe and placed himself in the final judgment seat. "This way of proposing marriage first is really refreshing."

She imagined in her mind the scene of receiving her husband's good morning kiss every morning, and then replaced the countless possibilities with Mr. Darcy's unchanging stern face for thousands of years, or this pair of eyes in front of her with tension, expectation, longing and love The weak posture suddenly felt that this feeling didn't seem to be bad at all.

However, the reserved lady was not happy to let the man who was stingy with sweet words get too proud. She slightly raised the tip of her chin and deliberately said in a critical tone: "This is the end? You didn't even prepare roses and diamond rings."

Staring closely at the pink lips, Mr. Darcy, eager to get a satisfactory answer from it, immediately retorted with a dark face: "Miss, you are not American, and I am not American. Besides, I think that except for one Pious heart, the rest of the cumbersome etiquette and foreign things are worthless perfunctory."

If he had known that he would break the long-standing plan due to impulsiveness, he would definitely let those foreigners who claim to know how to confuse women best.

"But women are born to be perfunctory."

Song Ci moved his tightly clasped wrists, and unexpectedly felt the sticky wetness between the man's trembling hands. He was a little surprised that the always indifferent gentleman would be so nervous.

This undisguised love most effectively soothed the pride of the young lady who had been accused for no reason before. She pulled up her prospective fiancé whose legs were numb from holding a posture for a long time, and muttered in the same arrogant tone: "Will you swear to love me, will you give me your heart, will you be my husband? Say, Fitzwilliam, I want you to tell me!"

"You cunning, ruthless witch, how dare you fool your husband like this!"

Darcy grabbed his fiancée's shoulder in ecstasy, "God testifies, you will pay for this!"

After a long time, when the last sigh of satisfaction disappeared from the young lady's gorgeous crimson lips, he panted against his lover's forehead and said: "This all happened too fast. I haven't had time to tell you, no matter Jiang Jinsheng No matter how many letters my wife writes to complain, it is useless. Because before her, I sent a letter of greetings to Rosings, in which I told the truth about my deep friendship for you, and begged my aunt to agree to our conclusion. engagement."

The red-faced Song Ci angrily pushed away the self-assertive man, "Why did you do this? You didn't even discuss it!"

Mr. Darcy's hands lingered on his lover's soft waist, and he said with a smile: "I have to do this, because I know you will agree sooner or later, so why should we waste precious time. Auntie loves you so much, she will never I will not let a man who does not love you marry you. It turns out that my foresight was not superfluous, and you have agreed to my marriage proposal, and it will not even take long to take my surname and become my wife."

After tidying up the messy hair, Song Ci gave the man an annoyed look, "Surely you will tell my mother about it as well?"

"It must be so!"

Mr. Darcy walked around the room rubbing his chin, reminiscing about the wonderful feeling when he was connected, "And Georgiana and Fitzwilliam, especially Georgiana, you don't know how much she expects you to be Her sister-in-law, not a strange, serious and stereotyped lady."

"Before then, I think we'd better go downstairs."

Song Ci added some pink lipstick on his lips, so that the traces of the previous ambiguity would not be so obvious, "I guess everyone will be curious about what we did in the room during the time we were alone. What surprised me the most is that the always Miss Bingley, who regards Mr. Darcy as her property, was able to resist being disturbed."

As she spoke, she winked at her fiancé, "If someone asks about this, I really can't bear to tell the bad news myself."

"Then let's not reveal this intoxicating secret for a while."

Darcy walked to the dressing table and stared intently at the charming little face of his fiancée, "I will tell Bingley the good news when I receive my aunt's reply, and he will find a way to comfort Caroline."

"Why, aren't you going to go downstairs with me?"

After tidying up, Song Ci took his fiancé's arm, "I don't think it's just this level of contact that people can see."

"Wait a minute, Anne."

Darcy held the girl's hands backwards, trying not to let himself recall that ugly and evil face, "Before that, I have one more thing to tell you."

"Honey, you haven't remembered to confess some dishonorable past until now?"

Song Ci looked at him with extremely dangerous eyes, "Don't tell me that you, like those noble nobles, like to raise cute canaries. Let me state in advance that although I like Mr. Grouse very much, I don't like Mr. Grouse who is over sixty years old. Pounds of large wild birds have no favors, including her owner!"

Mr. Darcy, who was still hesitating how to tell the past, almost choked on his fiancée, who said, "God! I don't know what weird things your little brain is thinking about every day! What's more, what do you think? What stupid man would do such a stupid thing after proposing?! What I want to say is the question you asked at the very beginning..."

The corners of Darcy's smiling mouth were straightened again, this hard-to-ignore part is simply an instant barometer of his face, "Before I left for India, something unfortunate happened in Pemberley. Because it is about the reputation of relatives , except for the person involved, only Colonel Fitzwilliam and I know the details."

Then he described in a very distressed tone how his poor sister was abducted by a despicable and shameless guy, and almost committed elopement, an immoral act that discredited all her close relatives and made herself miserable all her life.

"I don't want to blame Georgiana. She is too young and kind, and she doesn't know how to distinguish the good from the evil around her. Especially when facing those adults who gradually reveal their complex nature when they enter the society, she seems to be taken by others. Like a white dove in my hand, I have no power to resist."

Mr. Darcy said slowly: "When I think of that incident, I still feel terrified. The disgust it brought to me even surpassed the pain of my father's death."

"I can understand, Darcy."

Song Ci stood on tiptoe and kissed his cold cheek, "I also assure you that I will never underestimate Georgiana for this. No wonder I always feel that silly girl is full of thoughts during Christmas, maybe she is still worrying about Punish yourself for the mistakes of others. If I'm not mistaken, the bad guy in your mouth should be George Wickham?"

"If I could, I wouldn't want to mention that name again in my life."

The lover's consolation made Mr. Darcy feel better, "but he is in Meryton now, and he may even sit downstairs talking and laughing with friends I know well!"

"Escape won't solve the problem, Darcy."

Song Ci pulled him towards the door, "And I don't think he would be so stupid as to risk offending you by talking nonsense without any benefit. To deal with this kind of person, we only need to remember one rule, then Just be honest with each other.”

She said and deliberately teased: "If you are willing to teach Georgiana the previous ability to offend people anytime and anywhere, I don't think anyone will believe that Miss Darcy, who has eyes above the top, can marry the housekeeper's son. There was an intersection."

Mr. Darcy, whose eyes curled up beautifully again, kissed his fiancée before opening the door, "Honey, I'm afraid Georgiana will disappoint your kindness. But the future Mrs. Darcy is quite self-taught, very It is possible to get the true biography of her husband."

The unmarried couple who had completed a major turning point in their lives in the shortest possible time saw the two anxious figures at the end of the corridor as soon as they stepped out of the room.

"Miss Anne!"

Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng, who was so anxious, couldn't help observing the little master carefully, and was secretly relieved when she saw that she didn't look like she had been treated roughly, "You haven't eaten well all day, You must be hungry. Would you like me and Bethany to prepare some easy-to-digest food for you?"

"No, Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng."

Song Ci smiled and shook his head, "My cousin and I are going to find Mr. Bingley. He should be at home at this time, right?"

"Yes."

Bethany, who had been forcibly ordered not to eavesdrop in front of the lady's door by the governess who paid attention to etiquette, quickly replied: "It took you and Mr. Darcy less than half an hour to enter the door, and Mr. Bingley came back with another carriage. His fellow guests are now in the reception room."

"Well, now you don't have to worry about me being hungry."

Song Ci walked slowly towards the stairs with his fiancé, who was a little stiff, and said playfully, "By the way, if Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng has time, you might as well take a look at my small handbag, there may be a beautiful bird hidden in it. "

Her jokes not only completely relieved the worrying governess, but also made Mr. Darcy, who was always pursing his lips, soften his facial expression involuntarily.

"terribly sorry."

The two had just entered the living room together, when Song Ci showed an impeccable and perfect smile, "Because I received a letter from my mother before, and one of the matters was closely related to Mr. Darcy, so we were delayed upstairs for a while. "

"I suppose it must be something about the parish public."

Mrs. Collins, who was sitting a little far away from her sister, smoothed things over with a smile, "When I was a guest at Rosings, I heard from Mrs. de Boer that she wanted to open a medical clinic for the tenants of the territory like the old master of Pemberley. .”

"Charlotte, you are so careful!"

Song Ci followed her kindness and said, "The number of newborns in the diocese is increasing every year, and those old and weak farmers can't keep up with the small pharmacy of Mr. Nixon, the pharmacist."

Miss Bingley, who could only stay downstairs and stare at him for fear that the brother would faint for a while and make a more terrible promise, immediately answered: "If you want me to say that caring about charity like Mr. Darcy is more meaningful than holding a boring ball, Just think of Charles, how many people were fed by the candles that were burned that night!"

Although she usually doesn't care about the candle money, but if she wants to watch her brother take it out to flatter the Bennett family, and invite a group of hopeless militiamen to eat, drink and have fun at home, she would rather give it up to help the poor. So that your sweetheart can take a high look.

"How can these two things be confused!"

Lydia didn't like to see the good pastime she got spoiled, "and I don't think Mr. Bingley has any money to help the poor after the ball, he's not one of us poor little estates. eh, Wickham?"

Wickham put his knees together, trying to make his expression more natural, "Mr. Bingley's factory in the north provides livelihood for those poor employees every moment. I am grateful for his generosity, love and high sense of moral responsibility. , I think there is really no need for others to say more.”

Even the haughty Miss Bingley couldn't help nodding her head to accept this flattery that was far superior to Mr. Collins's, not to mention how pleasant the good old Mr. Bingley and Sister Bennet were after hearing it.

The atmosphere in the living room suddenly climbed from the original distant politeness to another level, and even Danny couldn't help but feel a little jealous of his friend's good luck.

While chatting with his master, Wickham's eyes glanced at the old acquaintance who was standing on the side of Rosings' heir in a protective posture several times, keenly aware of the suppressed anger under the calm expression of the other party, Fortunately, I am very proud of the bold decision I made.

Look, Darcy.I knew that as long as you still care about the honor and disgrace of your loved ones, no matter when you meet me, you will be helpless.

Of course, while he was proud, he couldn't help but have some small regrets.

No one would have imagined that the girl who was almost indistinguishable from the dead lying in the coffin five years ago would have transformed into such a beautiful and outstanding girl. If she had known that she would be as charming and charming as she is today, at least she should have prepared a better one for herself when she acted hastily. retreat.

Wickham looked at Mr. Darcy's subconsciously tight mouth and smiled contemptuously, "Believe me, one's luck will not be so bad forever..."

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: A scumbag author whose nickname is Jing Jing is really not used to Chinese New Year, it's too noisy. _(:з」∠)_

Happy every day, okay~~