[Zhongyingmei] Good men are to be robbed!

In the crisp autumn afternoon, the warm sunshine shines on the golden woods, and the grass is covered with a thick and soft golden carpet.

Casablanca is walking in the forest with a pair of white sheepskin boots, like a flying bird.Colonel Brandon was wearing a light green coat, with his hands in his pockets, and followed behind with a smile on his face.

"It's a pity that you can't ride a horse. The scenery here is so beautiful. There should be hares." Casablanca felt a little regretful, her glass-colored pupils shining brighter and brighter in this golden ocean.

"I'll take you to ride a horse in a few days when the riding clothes are ready. There is a forest in Devon County that is very suitable for horseback riding and hunting, and the scenery is also very good." Colonel Brandon said, "It happens that my horse farm is not far away. You pick the right horse."

"Horse farm?" Casablanca's attention was immediately diverted, and her round eyes were wide open with curiosity.

"Yes, there are good purebred horses there. If you are interested, you can pick them yourself." Brandon thought she was interested in horses and said.

"Is that for the military?" Casablanca asked, seeing that Brandon was a little surprised by her question, and she added, "I thought you were still in the military."

"No, it's been a few years since I left the battlefield. After all, I'm old, so I'll leave military merits to the lads to earn!" Brandon laughed at himself quite humorously.

"I see that you are in your prime, how can you be so old!" Casablanca smiled, tilting her head slightly with admiration, "I admire you for earning so much wealth and military achievements by yourself." At the end of the sentence, I couldn't help feeling a little disappointed , "If only I were a boy, the sisters wouldn't be wandering around now."

It hurts to be too sensible, Brandon stepped forward, his generous palms fell on Casablanca's shoulders, and looked at her gently: "None of us can change the past, but we have to look forward, and hope will always be there." Ahead. Come, don’t you want to row a boat?”

A wooden boat was tied with a rope against the shore of the lake. Brandon first helped Casablanca onto the boat, then untied the knot, and stepped in by himself.

The turquoise lake water reflects the blue sky, and the white clouds in the sky are projected in the lake, and the boat seems to be sailing in the sky.In the distance, a few wild ducks floated on the lake, sometimes crossing their necks, and sometimes stretching their necks to make a "quack" sound.The breeze was blowing, mixed with the smell of wheat from nowhere.

"It's hot there?" Casablanca reached out to touch the lake water, and the cool water vapor spread from her fingers to her arms, making her very comfortable.

"Yes, it's very hot, and there are large expanses of desert. Many soldiers don't adapt to the climate there and suffer from various diseases, but they get used to it after a long time." Brandon sat on the bow, shaking his oars leisurely, recalling road.

"What's so special there?" Casablanca asked curiously.

"Spices and jewels." Brandon thought about the topics that the ladies most concerned about in London social occasions, and replied, "There are a lot of expensive spices and jewels, and thousands of ships from England are shipped back from there every year. "

"I've heard of this, the East India Company." Casablanca muttered, she was not interested in this, "Is there anything particularly delicious there?"

"Curry, I think you've heard of it."

"Yes, I once tasted curry rice in London." Casablanca frowned, as if recalling it wasn't very good, "I don't think it tastes much different from our traditional food."

"It's hard to find authentic Indian food in the UK. In fact, I don't think most Brits would accept Indian curry at first. Indian food is almost always based on yellow curry and a spice called 'masala'. For the seasoning, the taste is quite spicy. When we eat curry in India, we almost drink cold water while eating it, it’s too hot there.” Brandon laughed.

"It sounds very good, and it feels refreshing." Casablanca's answer surprised Brandon. "It's a very special idea. I can ask a friend to bring back some curry and try it when the time comes."

"Really? That's great!" Casablanca's face was full of surprise, and her cat eyes were full of joy, "That won't trouble you too much?" After the surprise, she hesitated.

"Just by the way, I have always cooperated with him." Brandon said indifferently.

"I just don't know if the chef can make that kind of taste?" Casablanca was not surprised that Brandon still had business dealings with India. Since it was not troublesome, she turned to hold her chin and began to worry about other things.

"Although I'm not as good as a chef, it's not difficult to cook a more authentic Indian meal." Brandon was a little amused, this vivid expression, this is a child.

"You're really amazing!" Casablanca looked at Brandon with staring eyes and admiration.

Brandon was rarely embarrassed to be stared at so directly. "What do you like to eat on weekdays?" He could tell that this kitty had a foodie attribute besides being cute.

"Hmm...French food," Casablanca said, biting her little finger. "It's not that British food isn't good, but the everyday kind, I'll feel a little tired after eating it for a long time."

"Oh, you don't have to be embarrassed, the evaluation of British food has always been not good in Europe." Brandon laughed.

"Actually, I'm not picky eaters anymore." As soon as she said this, Brandon immediately understood that she was afraid of causing trouble for herself.

"What do you like? St. Jacques scallops? Or veal braised in white sauce? I prefer chicken stewed in red wine." Brandon chatted casually as if he didn't notice.

"French baked snails." Casablanca blurted out, blinking, "The white and tender taste is really good~"

"Indeed, I like it too," Brandon liked the lively look of Casablanca, "and crayfish, the meat is also very delicious."

The two foodies happily chatted about the dishes all afternoon.At four o'clock, Brandon returned to the manor contentedly with a fat fish he caught in one hand and a kitten in the other.Of course, at dinner, the dish of British grilled fish appeared on the table.

They set out for Devon on the third day.The carriage is very stable pulled by two horses, and the carriage is spacious and well-furnished, so it is very comfortable to sit on without feeling dizzy.

"I have already sent a letter to inquire about Mrs. Kelvin, and I believe I will get news soon. Are you familiar with this lady?" Brandon did not ride a horse, but sat in the carriage with Casablanca.

She shook her head and said honestly: "Actually, I don't know this lady. Although I'm rude, but based on my current situation, I hope I can make plans after understanding this lady's conduct and character."

Brandon's brows were tightly frowned. He obviously didn't expect this to be the case: "Then why did Sister Ling entrust you to her?"

"My sister just got engaged, the seniors are in order, and I'm about to participate in the social season. I need a female elder to lead me into the social circle." Casablanca's expression is very calm, and it is not at all obvious that a girl is participating in the social season for the first time I feel nervous and excited from time to time, and I don't feel unwilling or sad that I have to get rid of the imprisonment through marriage because of the burden of life experience.

It is not for a gentleman to say much when it comes to the marriage of a young lady.But Brandon, who had already silently acted as a protector in his heart, couldn't help thinking more. He felt sorry for this poor and noble lady, and was also angry at her experience and his sister's recklessness.

Perhaps it was because Brandon's expression was too serious, but Casablanca tried to persuade her instead: "There is no way, it all depends on God's will. Maybe, I am very lucky?" Her tone was helpless, but she did not Disappointed, but full of hope.

But Brandon couldn't laugh. Both of them are very aware of Casablanca's situation. Under such circumstances, the marriage is not optimistic.But it's useless to think too much, and Brandon can only think in his heart to check more for her later.In order to alleviate the sudden silence, Brandon took the initiative to talk about some interesting stories in the military camp, and Casablanca was also very supportive, holding his face and listening with gusto.

"Da da da da" the horse's hooves sounded from far to near, and they stopped in front of the carriage. "Colonel Brandon, your urgent letter!" The loud voice came into the car.

This is a letter from Sir John at Baden Hall.Brandon read the letter with a sullen face, and said to Casablanca: "I'm afraid your thoughts are right. Although your sister's friend Mrs. Kelvin is loyal to friendship, London has found her. I am afraid that there will be people on her trips recently." Stare."

After hearing the news, although she had guessed for a long time, Casablanca's expression was still not so good-looking.

"If you don't mind, I know a very hospitable lady, Mrs. Jennings, the owner of Baden Manor. She is very kind. Her daughters are all married in London. Although there are no dignitaries in the social circle, there are some Its benefits. It is not a circle, and the news will not be so well-informed." Colonel Brandon made a relatively good suggestion so far.

Casablanca was a little hesitant. If the route Sister Ruth arranged didn't work, she actually wanted to go back to Pemberley.

"Just think of it as a relaxation, or a short trip." Brandon could see her thoughts. On the one hand, she was unwilling to let the cute kitten go just like that, and on the other hand, she was really worried that it always felt unreliable. "Since your sister asked you to leave temporarily, I'm afraid her situation is not so good. How about this, I will inquire for you, and send you back when it is safe."

Brandon's statement just hit Casablanca's worries. In addition, she actually felt that sister Ruth was so unreliable, so she finally nodded and agreed to Brandon's arrangement.

Now that the kitty is not going away, Brandon is in a better mood. "Then let's go to Delaford. It's not far from here. It's by the sea, so you can see the sea."