Dear Mr. Darcy [Pride and Prejudice]

Emma worried that Mr. Darcy would not recognize her, but if all the sticky paintings on her face were removed, it would not recover in a short time, so she had to appear in front of Mr. Darcy in the image of a man.In order to avoid misunderstanding, she wanted to tell Mr. Darcy her identity at the moment when the two looked at each other, but Mr. Darcy recognized her at a glance.

Mr. Darcy recognized those eyes, and after blurting out the words, and looked carefully, the man who had climbed up was completely a man, except for the eyes and Emma's, dressed in the clothes of a footman.Although the person in front of his intuition was Emma, ​​Mr. Darcy took a half step back out of prudence. "Who are you?"

Emma whispered: "It's me. The people below have been knocked unconscious. Let's leave through the window."

Mr. Darcy recognized Emma's voice. Although he was still confused, it was not a good time to explain. Mr. Darcy chose to believe Emma without thinking, and walked to the window.

There was a slight sound outside the door.

There is no time.Emma made a wild knot of the rope in Mr. Darcy's waist, and pulled Mr. Darcy's arm. "quick!"

Mr. Darcy subconsciously followed Emma's strength and stepped out of the window sill. Emma hugged his waist, and the rope fell with difficulty, and the two soon reached the ground.

At the same moment the door of Mr. Darcy's room was kicked open.Several men with guns came in, but Mr. Darcy was not seen. "The window is open!" One of them noticed something was wrong at a glance.

A few people hurried to the window, looked out, and saw that the two people below were running out.

It was getting late, and it was very difficult to hit those two with the current accuracy and range.The man who was the first to notice the open window jumped out without saying a word.In the next second, a scream pierced the night sky.

The shrill voice hurt people's eardrums, and Mr. Darcy frowned. "What did you sprinkle just now?" After jumping down, Emma took out something from the bag and scattered it on the ground. He vaguely heard the sound of jingling.

The time was too tight just now to cut the rope, but the two were still tied together. Emma hurriedly separated the two without raising her head and said: "Iron nails, the kind that nail horseshoes."

When Emma said this, her tone was very flat, as if she was not talking about a plot to hurt people but that the weather was fine today.Mr. Darcy was silent.Although he knew that Emma had such a side on the night she went to Pember to ask for help, Emma always showed that she was forced to do these things, and Mr. Darcy was the real one when he first saw Emma doing these things. manner.

Emma could understand Mr. Darcy's reaction, she shrugged: "They attacked my brother and me several times, and even hurt you."

The last sentence suddenly hit the softest part of Mr. Darcy's heart. No matter how much he warned himself to give up this relationship, he would inevitably feel joy and happiness for it.Mr. Darcy tried hard to hold his face, but the corners of his mouth still curled up a little.Because of joy, he didn't think carefully about the meaning of Emma's words. These people were Emma's enemies, and he thought that these people came to him.

Emma felt that she had said something wrong in a moment of inattention, and the last sentence felt as if she was dissatisfied with those people who were trying to hurt Mr. Darcy.There was indeed a reason why she did this to protect Mr. Darcy, but she had no other meaning, and it was too ambiguous to say so.Emma quickly explained: "That's not what I meant. What I meant was... Well, now is not the time to say these things. In short, they are my enemies. And they also killed innocent people. I don't mean Will feel guilty for hurting them." Emma had a terrible guess at this time, why did Mrs. Ashley's daughter, her dear cousin, die at such a coincident time?Is it a coincidence or...

Mr. Darcy's strong rationality finally made him forcefully squeeze the corners of his mouth. "Go to the parish constable."

When it came to business, Emma immediately forgot about the episode just now. "Wait a minute." She glanced back. "Ah, it worked."

Although it has not been caught up yet, it is only a matter of time.Mr. Darcy was about to say something when he suddenly smelled something choking.Someone behind him yelled: "It's on fire, run."

Emma showed a successful mischievous smile: "The horse is ready, in the alley over there, we can go out of town now."

Mr. Darcy didn't follow Emma to the alley, he stopped, and his expression was more serious than ever. "You arranged for the servants to set the fire?"

"How is it possible?" Emma was not very happy that Mr. Darcy would think so. She was cruel to her enemies, but she never hurt innocent people. "Wet wood, choking smoke, no open flame. There are not too many people in the hotel, and what happened at the ball that year will not happen. Just to cause confusion, let my servants go and ask your servants to escape together. It is dangerous now It's you, come with me."

"Sorry." Mr. Darcy heaved a sigh of relief, and followed Emma to the alley, where there were two black horses.

Emma was panting a little from running too fast. She wiped the sweat from her brow and threw a set of servant's clothes to Mr. Darcy. "Stay outside."

Mr. Darcy didn't understand what Emma meant, but he believed Emma, ​​put on his clothes quickly, and asked as he put them on, "Why are you dressed like this?"

Emma said succinctly: "Some of the police officers here are in collusion with those people. They cannot be trusted. Let's leave the town first."

Old Mr. Darcy passed away early. Although such blatant and violent crimes are rare, Mr. Darcy also experienced it once. He immediately realized the current situation and pressed his hat down hard.

Emma shook her head: "Many servants don't wear hats too much, so they are easy to be remembered by passers-by. You mess up your hair. And this." Emma showed Mr. Darcy the black ash she rubbed on the back of her hand.The fire didn't burn, but the smoke would blacken people's faces.

Mr. Darcy understood at once what Emma wanted to do.Before he could hesitate, Emma rubbed his cheek directly with the back of her hand. "It's a bit dirty, bear with me."

Mr. Darcy resisted the urge to duck, his muscles tensed and his voice unnatural. "Okay."

Emma smeared her face twice with her backhand.Get on the horse. "Walk."

Mr. Darcy did not move. "You go from the east, and I will leave from the west." Those people came to look for him, and if Emma walked with him, she would inevitably be implicated.He was very grateful that Emma could save him, but he never wanted Emma to be hurt.He took off the servant's clothes shortly after Emma had left.

Emma knew Mr. Darcy's intentions without thinking, but it was really unnecessary. "I sent the servants out of town in groups of two. We were one of the groups."

Mr. Darcy turned on his horse without hesitation, shook the reins lightly, and the two horses galloped out of the town side by side.The two of them rode superbly, and the houses on both sides retreated quickly. There was a faint sound of horseshoes behind them at first, and it gradually disappeared.

In order to avoid being heard the real gender, Emma only explained when she was out of the town.From the killing of the old housekeeper's son John to the death of Mrs. Ashley's daughter, Mr. Brown's matter was hidden in the middle. "I wanted to lure the enemy out with bait, but I didn't expect..."

Mr. Darcy usually frowns slightly to express his displeasure, and it is not polite to show excessive emotion. The greatest virtue of a gentleman is patience, but he almost knit his brows into a knot when he heard this. "Did you do these things without thinking of the consequences at all?"

Emma admitted that she extrapolated the present from her past experience, leading to the current situation.She has always been able to face up to her mistakes and correct them. "I made an empirical mistake, and I will definitely be more cautious in doing things in the future."

Emma's attitude of admitting her mistake was so good that Mr. Darcy didn't have much to say.Although the face was painted one black and one yellow, and that face did not look like Emma at all, but those talking eyes were still so lively, looking at him with a pitiful meaning.Mr. Darcy was at a loss for the rest.

Emma hurriedly continued to say: "I want to lure these people away and let the servants rescue the captured people. Their news is better than I imagined. I should choose a place near the edge of the town and change into women's clothes. Although there was a little deviation, things still went as expected. I put on men’s clothes and escaped. Those people thought I was out of town, so they sent a few out of town to catch up. When I was going to go out of town in men’s clothes, you just rushed here. Because you I was recognized as soon as I entered the town, and people have been watching, and I didn’t find the opportunity to tell you about it.” In fact, Emma first made a servant wait in the toilet for a long time. Although there was running water in the [-]th century, the toilet was not as good as that of later generations. It was hygienic and convenient, not to mention that in such a small town, the people squatting there would faint without waiting for Mr. Darcy or his accompanying servants.

Mr. Darcy, though he could not say anything severe, felt it necessary to express himself. "Then you don't have to risk it alone. Any servant will do it better than you do it yourself."

Emma smiled wryly: "All the servants have been sent to rescue those who were taken away. Only two of them followed me. I thought that an upright person who left the town with another identity didn't need too many people to protect him. Just now they were alone Upstairs I burned wood to fan the smoke and lowered the rope, and a person helped me stun the people downstairs, and then went up to watch those people's actions." Emma admitted that as a woman, she has a natural physical gap with men, if there is Men can do this, of course she doesn't want to do it herself.This is purely helpless.

That helpless smile made Mr. Darcy feel a pang in his heart.Even if Emma doesn't like to do business like ordinary young ladies, she doesn't want to experience such a brush with death at all.

Emma turned her head and looked at Mr. Darcy with tenderness and pity. Emma's heart skipped a beat, and her face felt a little hot.Although Mr. Darcy's face was smeared in a mess, that face with no dead ends coupled with such eyes is still too lethal.

The author has something to say: Sorry for the three-dimensional work these two days, no time to update, there is another update tonight