I'm really a witch

Darcy froze, turned into a stone statue or something.His lips were so tightly pursed that he looked as if he was about to get angry.

He seemed to be a little unbelievable, but also as if he had expected it, and his expression seemed a little distorted for a while.Colonel Fitzwilliam looked at his cousin's expression, and almost thought that he was about to abandon his etiquette, and he was really angry at the young lady in front of him.

Even if Miss Lucas's tone was indeed defiant, he was surprised to be able to get his cousin to look this way.

Seeing him stunned, Circe slightly raised the corners of his mouth, feeling joyful as if revenged, but at the same time seemed to be secretly sad.

Elizabeth is much more straightforward.It is not common to see this Mr. Darcy deflated, she almost couldn't wait to say: "It's really unbelievable, isn't it? An ordinary country girl has such outstanding piano skills." She He twitched the corner of his mouth, and his tone was ironic, "It seems that talent is indeed a wonderful thing, and ordinary people may not be able to match it even if they have an excellent teacher. Do you think I am right, Mr. Darcy?"

"...What you said is very reasonable." Darcy's Adam's apple rolled restrainedly, but this movement has actually exposed his gaffe.He probably felt it himself, and after saying this, he pursed his lips and stopped talking.

He lowered his eyes slightly, not looking at the girl in front of him, but his legs and feet seemed to be rooted, and he refused to move a little bit, he just dragged his master and stood there.Even Mr. Darcy himself would not have been able to explain why he stayed here and endured this awkward atmosphere.He even felt as if he was being haunted by something, looking at the little girl in front of him who was irritated by him, he actually felt that she was full of vitality and made him obsessed.

obsessed.Darcy recited the word silently twice in his heart, and hummed and laughed abruptly twice.

Seeing that this man could still laugh, Circe was so angry that he almost jumped up on the spot, wanting to see how powerful his curse was.Of course she didn't do this, it's impossible, but it doesn't stop the little girl from having a vicious imagination in her mind.

How could there be such an angry person in this world, but she couldn't take revenge blatantly.Puffing her lips, Circe turned her head angrily.

"Liz, is there any song you want to hear? Colonel Fitzwilliam, how about you?" She asked out loud, deliberately avoiding that annoying guy, and secretly annoyed that she could only take a small part in such a trivial matter. Cheap.

Colonel Fitzwilliam almost laughed out loud.He did raise the corners of his mouth into a smile.He thought he might have understood his cousin, Miss Lucas was indeed a lovely girl.In such a small matter, he is very happy to make that cousin who has always been smooth sailing suffer a little.

"That's really my honor, then I'd rather be obedient than respectful." When he said this, his tone was so brisk that people could hear his happiness at once, which caused Mr. Darcy to raise his eyes and stare at him secretly. .

Colonel Fitzwilliam was stunned by his gaze, and his smile froze.He really wanted to say a few more words, but his words changed when he came to his mouth, and the tune he reported was the one Darcy liked.

Without realizing it, Circe moved her fingers and began to play.

Mrs. de Bower over there saw them talking non-stop, so naturally she couldn't just sit idly by - this lady's goal is to make all the trivial things clearly displayed under her nose.She raised her voice and said, "What are you talking about?"

"It's just some opinions on music." Elizabeth said this sentence meaningfully, and stabbed the noble lady in a neither soft nor hard way.

Mrs. de Bower obviously thought of something, her face was stiff, and it seemed that her already sharp outline became more and more obvious, and she looked like a plaster statue.She didn't want to care about with a mere country girl, her face changed, and she called Mr. Darcy, her promising future son-in-law, away.Even though Mrs. de Bourgh tried her best to put on a pleasant expression, she rarely used such an expression, and it was so unnatural that people felt distorted and ridiculous for a while.

Elizabeth smiled with Circe in a low voice, with an unconcealable smug expression on her face.Circe glanced at her eccentric sister, and her mood improved a little, and the feeling of depression brought about by meeting Mr. Darcy was also diluted.

As a bachelor and a gentleman, Colonel Fitzwilliam was naturally very rude to stand beside the two young ladies, so he also apologized and left after a while.Now the two sisters can finally let go of the chat.

The two of them didn't have much interest in performing, so they simply found a seat and sat down after the next song was played.

"Cersey, you must tell me carefully, what is the matter between you and Mr. Darcy? And when did you play the piano so well?" As soon as she sat down, Elizabeth said again She couldn't hold back anymore, a series of questions, and even a few pauses, which showed that she had indeed endured it for a long time.

Circe pursed her lips, tugged at the hem of the skirt unnaturally, smoothed out the folds on the top, and spoke slowly: "I often go to London recently, as you know." See Elizabeth Nodding, she continued, "I know a friend who plays the piano very well. I learned some skills from him, but I can fool him."

Elizabeth obviously didn't pay much attention to the last question she raised. After seeing that the little girl was clearly talking about his delay, Elizabeth frowned almost immediately.

"Don't tell me that you have a crush on that gentleman." Elizabeth said this, but she had already confirmed the fact.

"Did he say something to you?" The second lady of the Bennet family was always so perceptive.

Circe nodded slightly, but said nothing.I don't know if I agree with which of her words, or if they all choose to acquiesce.

Elizabeth changed her serious and solemn tone: "Cersi, if you have this thought, make sure he puts you in the same position. If not, then you have to keep going. Do you understand what I mean? ?”

This is somewhat different from Charlotte's idea.This smart girl is far from being shrewd, she sees everything clearly, but on the contrary, she still has expectations for the beautiful feelings in fairy tale books.She really did not think that Mr. Darcy was the most suitable choice for her little sister, and perhaps the last word about incompatibility was also very appropriate.But she also felt that all of this was not completely inappropriate, which made her warning sound a bit nondescript.

Sighing, Elizabeth stroked Circe's hair: "Just pretend I didn't say it, don't simply listen to what others say, you have to figure it out for yourself, no one else can replace you Come and do this."

She paused and smiled: "But you know that I just don't like that gentleman, right? So if you make a decision, you must come and tell me immediately. "

Circe was silent for a while, raised his face, bent his eyes, and responded softly, "Okay."

Mr. Darcy was so tightly entangled by his aunt that he couldn't even walk up to the little girl and simply stand there like before.Or maybe his aunt was keenly aware of something that was not conducive to her perfect plan, and maybe it was just holding his aunt and nephew back.

She had, indeed, gone to great pains to marry her daughter to Mr. Darcy.This relationship is much closer than aunt and nephew, and I don't know how much benefit it will bring to her daughter.Furthermore, she is very clear that her nephew lacks a legitimate title, and her daughter can easily meet such a condition.It would be beneficial to both parties, and Madame de Bourgh could see nothing in such a good thing that could be refused.

However, Mr. Darcy, who had shown a natural appearance before, was a little tough tonight.He almost said no.Mrs. de Boer pursed her lips like a knife, so sharp that people would be afraid to look at them.However, Mr. Darcy did not regard her look as a threat. In fact, he was saving face to his aunt by not expressly refusing.

Although his little girl was irritated by him personally, and he might not be able to coax her well after a while, but he didn't think of giving up so simply.And in the process of his efforts, of course, these ambiguous relationships should be broken cleanly.

It seemed that many people were not having a very happy evening, and Mrs. de Bourgh's tone and expression could not hide her perfunctory when she said goodbye to her faithful believers.Of course, it is impossible for Mr. Collins to see this point. To be bid farewell by his noble benefactor in person is already the greatest honor he can think of. How can he ask for anything else?

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"You always have to go out for a walk." Charlotte looked at her younger sister and sighed helplessly, "I didn't know you could stay in the house for so long."

"I've always been able to stay in the house for a long time," Circe said confidently. "You know, I always have fun."

"If you want to say that tossing my needle and thread is also a pleasure." Charlotte took the messy ball of thread from Circe and straightened it out patiently. "You should go for a walk." She repeated .

"But I don't want to go out." Circe huddled in her chair dejectedly, her voice muffled.

"You can take some walks away from Rosings. I know some places are very good. You will never run into that gentleman." Charlotte slowly exposed her sister's little thoughts.

"I'm not..." Circe struggled to refute half a sentence, and was soon discouraged, "Let's forget it. I haven't figured out what to do..."

"It's not fair." The little girl puffed her mouth, "It's like nothing happened to him, but I have to struggle here. How could such a thing happen?"

Charlotte glanced at her, shook her head, and put away the stitches she had arranged in her hand: "Then I'm afraid you have to think about it carefully, at least you need an answer." Charlotte could tell, That Mr. Darcy didn't mean to stop, but of course she didn't want to speak for him.

"You probably want to make it clearer." Charlotte hooked the corners of her mouth, her smile was as gentle as her tone.