[comprehensive] superior skills

Despite Miss Bingley's repeated obstruction, Mr. Bingley decided to hold the dance as scheduled this weekend.

Except for Lydia, who was completely intoxicated by the dance and the red uniform, anyone could see that it was not just a ball that really made this good man gain the upper hand in this debate.

"Tomorrow night at the latest, everyone in Meryton will know that the Bennets are marrying the new local rich man."

Mrs. Collins whispered in a good-natured teasing tone: "Although I just glanced at it in the carriage, I can also confirm that the small garden behind the mansion is very suitable for a couple who likes each other to be alone, and it even makes sense for a marriage proposal."

"Oh, Charlotte, I can't believe there's nothing in this world that escapes you."

Song Ci smiled slightly and said, "Miss Bingley probably thinks the same way. You can see how helpless she looks. When Mr. Bingley announced his decision just now, I almost thought she was going to cry. Fortunately, Mrs. Hurst was not here, otherwise It’s bound to get more lively now.”

"If I were her, I would happily accept this marriage and bless my brother."

Mrs. Collins held her teacup and sighed softly: "According to Miss Bingley's mate selection criteria, it is estimated that a marriage will not be settled for a while. A mild-tempered sister-in-law, even if her family background is not obvious, will do more good than harm to her."

If it were a mean lady who was rich and powerful but could not tolerate others, I am afraid that Miss Bingley would never have the leisure to go to social balls to find a good marriage, especially after she failed to court Mr. Darcy. Finding a husband who is pleasing to the eye is even more difficult.

Thinking of the Mr. Darcy who was always attracting others unconsciously, Mrs. Collins paused for a moment on the young lady's slightly thicker than usual lip makeup, and lowered her head to taste the delicious cheesecake.

Song Ci, who didn't know that his disguise had been seen through by his friends long ago, was still sitting calmly on the sofa, admiring with great interest how the man in the red uniform made his master smile with a few witty words, and he seemed to be smiling while talking and laughing. Inadvertently, a few charming and ambiguous eyes flew towards the lady.

As for Mr. Darcy, who is unwilling to face the shameful scum that he hates the most in his life, when his innocent and harmless good friend like his sister decided to invite the entire militia regiment, he avoided the room alone under the pretext of dealing with urgent business, so as not to be overwhelmed for a while. Do things that embarrass everyone.

Speaking of it, Song Ci thought things too simply. When any gentleman who regards reputation as his life meets an enemy who can be regarded as irreconcilable, it is a good self-restraint to be able to do Darcy's step. If you want him to treat him again It was too much for Wickham to talk and laugh as usual.

"If it weren't for old Mr. Darcy's last wish as a gold medal for avoiding death, I'm afraid Lydia would never have seen a man who is as suitable for wearing military uniform as Wickham in this life."

Having seen enough of the superficial fakes, Song Ci found a passable reason and turned to leave this lively living room full of Miss Bennett, wanting to see what his real fiancé was doing now.

Coincidentally, just as she walked to the door of the room, she was pulled in by a pair of strong arms, followed by a passionate kiss.

"Can you imagine, Anne! I've been standing here eavesdropping!"

Holding his beloved girl in his arms, Darcy's usual flat voice was a little embarrassed, and he said eagerly like a young boy who had just learned about love: "I originally wanted to write to Georgiana, and I wanted to write to Fitzwilliam. , and even wanted to tell Mrs. Reynolds that Pemberley was about to welcome a new mistress. But I sat for a long time without writing a word. It's your shadow!"

Even the resentment and shame brought about by being in the same room with Wickham also disappeared completely because of that gentle and beautiful little face.

The young lady who was held in someone's arms like a koala cub tried hard to poke her head out, raised her chin at the scattered letter papers on the table and the quills thrown away, trying to see clearly the skin-hungry infection in front of her. Is the severe patient with the disease the cold fiancé I have chosen?

She first touched the man's cheek and then tested the hairline behind the ear, and after confirming that it was true, she gave him a reproachful look, "Mr. Darcy, I don't think I can afford such unreasonable pressure from you." Allegation. As for Georgiana, don't you want to tell her the good news yourself?

Instead of staying here all day to face that filthy villain who pushes forward and let the poor fiancé suffer both mentally and physically, it is better to return to his own place as soon as possible.

Anyway, for Song Ci, the harvest of this trip has far exceeded imagination, and she is not afraid that the dead-headed Mr. Thomson will forget the lovely Tess because of this.

"You mean, we're leaving?"

Darcy frowned slightly, as if he was thinking about the feasibility of this matter, "But I promised Bentley that I would help him complete the proposal."

"Dear Mr. Darcy, since even an arrogant gentleman like you who takes it as his own responsibility to offend others can propose marriage, are you afraid that a sweetheart like Mr. Bingley will die alone?"

Song Ci broke free from his fiancé's arms, "What's more, the person he wants to propose is Miss Bennet, who is more talkative than anyone else. The obstacles to this marriage are almost zero."

"sweetheart?"

Darcy smoothed out the folds of the young lady's clothes in a strange manner, "I admit that Bingley is kind and personable, but as the head of the family, it is not enough to know how to be nice. He also needs a hard armor to resist the outsiders." The wind and the rain, only the softest part is reserved for the heaviest person."

"God!"

Song Ci supported his forehead, "I already guessed what your next sentence is, 'He smiles too much.'"

"Yes, Mrs. Darcy."

Darcy was not ashamed at all of his behavior of speaking ill of his good friend behind his back. Instead, he said very sincerely: "This is the common shortcoming of him and Miss Bennet. Compared with the kind smiles that can be seen everywhere, don't you think Is the sincere emotion expressed by someone like me who has always been stingy about expressing his heart more precious?"

"I swear I will never comment on other men in front of you again. Please forget the word sweetheart."

Really didn't know how to deal with a fiancé who was as immature as a child eager to win favor, Song Ci had no choice but to turn around and admire the very masculine guest room, "Miss Bingley is really partial, this room is much more beautiful than mine. Even the coals in the fireplace smell better."

She picked up a jewelry box on the bedside table, and as expected, she found several gadgets that looked nothing special, but would be particularly harmonious if placed with the accessories of her fiancée, "Sly Mr. Darcy, no wonder Mom always likes to see me wearing those delicate hair clips, so it's all thanks to you."

"There is still a most beautiful set of pigeon blood stone jewelry hidden in the master room in Pemberley. It has been silently waiting for a pair of gentle hands to pick it up."

Darcy leaned close to his fiancée, crossed his shoulders and clasped her fingers together, "I think the extremely bright red paired with the white of the pure wedding dress will be very, very charming, so beautiful that it will be thrilling."

"Honey."

Song Ci looked up at his resolute side face, "Since you are always hinting that I want to hold the wedding as soon as possible, why don't you take a few steps to say goodbye to Mr. Bingley? I think as long as you pass the good news Tell him, not only will he not complain about your dishonesty, but maybe he will be encouraged by the extraordinary!"

"as you wish!"

Bewitched by his fiancée, Mr. Darcy, unable to keep calm, lowered his head and pecked his seductive lips, and rushed out of the room like a gust of wind.

It is conceivable that Mr. Bingley, who was temporarily retiring, was surprised when he heard the news in the billiard room. While feeling sorry for his sister, he hugged his loyal friend from the bottom of his heart and expressed his most sincere blessings meaning.

If it wasn't for his friend's persistent refusal, he even wanted to take advantage of the opportunity of the afternoon tea party to open champagne to celebrate, so that everyone can share this good news that doesn't need to be deliberately concealed.

However, life always loves to surprise people by surprise. Before Mr. Bingley felt sorry for his friend's low-key, another extremely flamboyant visitor broke the short-lived peace of Netherfield Gardens with his unique way of appearance.

At the same moment when Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley bid farewell privately, a four-wheeled carriage driven by four horses and led by a guard of honor drove into Netherfield with great pomp.

This battle frightened the butler of the mansion. Although he had contacted many rich people with the master in his early years, most of them were merchants with low status.Even in the young master's generation, the most valuable visitor was the heir of Pemberley who did not like to show off.

Now that he suddenly saw such an extraordinary distinguished guest, he immediately became very cautious, and he couldn't make up his mind what kind of etiquette should be used to receive the other party so that the visitor would be both acceptable and uncritical.

Also surprised were the few visitors staying in the living room, especially Lydia who was so eager to lie on the glass that she was fascinated by the knights riding on the tall horses, and kept yelling to go out to watch the excitement.

The answer to the mystery that troubled everyone was finally revealed when the head of the house, who was kept in the dark, received the notification from the panicked servants to greet him in person.

"Dear Annie, Darcy! Where are you, come out and meet me!"

Clutching the letter tightly in her hand, Mrs. de Boer eagerly called out the names of her loved ones, and nodded condescendingly to the host who greeted her personally in the middle.

"Mother?!"

Hearing the familiar sound of the horn, the young lady rushed downstairs and looked at the lady who suddenly appeared in front of her in disbelief, "It's really surprising how you came to Meryton!"

"The real surprise is you, my darling!"

Madame de Boer was so moved that tears filled her eyes. Never in her life, except in the year of her husband's death, had she shown such emotion.

"Come and let me kiss you, my little Anne."

She kissed and kissed her daughter on the cheek, "You have no idea how happy I was to hear from Darcy, the day I've been looking forward to for 20 years!"

"Nice to meet you, dear aunt."

After introducing his friend, Mr. Darcy immediately stepped into the role, "Your blessing is so precious to me and Anne at such an important moment."

"Of course I wish you well, Darcy!"

Mrs. de Boer pressed her cheeks to her nephew again, "I set off as soon as I received the letter, and I didn't even have time to pack my luggage! I'm going to take you to London, although there is no Rosings in the mansion there. There are half the number of servants who are comfortable to live in, but there are plenty of necessities for wedding preparations! Think about those beautiful jewelry and wedding dresses, silk from the East, and floral cloth from Japan, all of which can add color to Pemberley and Rosings Quite a few good looks. I'm going to have the best ensemble for the wedding, and by God, a wedding cake and wedding rings, we have so much to prepare, you should have given me a year's notice!"

She rambled on for a long time, but Darcy didn't feel bored at all, "Anne and I also have this plan. I just said goodbye to Bingley before you came in, and I plan to leave for London early tomorrow morning."

The content of the conversation between the aunt and nephew is undoubtedly another blockbuster to the guests, especially Miss Bingley and another gentleman with ulterior motives, especially when the former is about to be forced to accept a group of unseemly relatives again. Losing the person she had been chasing for many years, this heart-piercing frustration and pain almost overwhelmed her.

If it were not for the fear of God's punishment, Miss Bingley could hardly bear the evil curse that everyone would avoid.

Although she forcibly held back the poisonous curse she put into her mouth, she was still driven mad by the hatred and hatred in her heart, and even her unattractive face became shocking.

"Mom, it's very late now, why don't we wait until dawn as originally planned?"

Song Ci signaled his mother to look out the window at the dim twilight, "Besides, Darcy and I have lived in Netherfield Garden for so long, not only have we received extremely good care from the master, but we have also formed a deep friendship with the local villagers. It’s too unreasonable to leave without saying hello.”

She is not willing to let her mother and daughter get a reputation of being arrogant and domineering because of a little thing. Besides, Mr. Bingley is also a good friend of Mr. Darcy, so he shouldn't be so neglectful just for the sake of his fiancé.

"Ok."

Considering the inappropriateness of traveling overnight, Mrs. de Boer reluctantly glanced at the expectant young man, "Then stay at Netherfield for one night."

Mr. Bingley's face brightened immediately, "Dear Madam, please believe me, you will definitely receive the best hospitality in Netherfield!"

"Well, the words are quite beautiful, but unfortunately I still can't stay for long."

Mrs. de Boer asked Mrs. Jiang Jinsheng, who came later, to instruct the coachman to carry the suitcase. "Fortunately, I also brought a few bottles of fine French wine. Let me give it to the host as a souvenir."

While waiting for the room to be tidied, the honorable Rosings hostess reluctantly joined the afternoon tea party which was not yet over.

Mrs. de Boer's critical eyes slowly passed over the five little girls who were full of faults in her eyes, and she said to the second lady of the Bennet family in a slightly dissatisfied tone: "This is your family who all participated Sisters at social events? It doesn't look much different from what I imagined."

Without waiting for Elizabeth, who looked embarrassed, to answer, she said a few words to Mrs. Collins and her sisters, and then skipped over the red uniform who was about to open her mouth with an extremely indifferent attitude. The son of the housekeeper of the prospective son-in-law.

The next half hour was a difficult one for Netherfield's guest of honour, and it was not known whether Mr. Bingley would regret his zeal for inviting such a harsh little old lady, in the presence of Rosings's mistress. As a kind reminder, the owner of the house who had planned to buy Netherfield Gardens as a wedding house changed his mind again.

Finally, when the trembling butler came to inform the distinguished guest that the room was ready, everyone including Mr. Bingley couldn't help but breathe a sigh of relief. Even the lady who was always calm had to take the opportunity to accompany her mother back to the room to escape those few days. Eyes of shame or embarrassment.

"So rude, so arrogant!"

As soon as De Boer's mother and daughter left, Lydia, who couldn't hide what was on her mind, yelled angrily: "These nobles who keep shouting about their education status don't even understand the most basic etiquette. Wickham said a word, didn't even look at him, like he was some nasty filth! And Mr. Darcy wasn't much better, I'm glad the two The family is married!"

"Lydia!"

Elizabeth tried her best to pull out a smile, "I think there may be some kind of misunderstanding. At least when I was a guest in Rosings, she never showed such an obvious inhuman attitude."

"In your opinion, it was Wickham's fault for being so rudely treated?"

Lydia spoke louder and louder, "I can't see what he did wrong, at least before that noble lady who dislikes everyone and can pick out the wrong pattern of the carpet enters the door!"

"Calm down, Lydia!"

Wickham showed an embarrassing smile, "Although I'm glad someone can defend me at this time, for Mr. Bingley's sake, you shouldn't make things difficult for him."

As he spoke, he grabbed his military cap, "It's too late today, I think I should leave."

"I'm leaving with you."

Danny also stood up, "Forgive me, I've never been able to hide my words. I don't think the reason why Wickham received the special attention of those two nobles was because he did anything wrong. It's only his fault. He is only the son of a steward who happens to be the godson of the old master of Pemberley, and that may be what is called original sin."

Danny's friendly help casts another layer of tragedy on Wickham's image of enduring humiliation, and Lydia, who is extremely distressed, vows that as long as the arrogant nobleman of the family does not change his love for his sweetheart Never say a word to them again if you have a discriminatory attitude.

Under her nonsense, the soft-hearted Mr. Bingley had to give up his neutral position, and instead arranged for carriages and horses to escort the guests home.

The author has something to say:

Song Ci: London at that time was really indescribable~~

In addition, the hostess gave Wickham a small gift before leaving, which will be announced later.

Good luck, okay~~