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Anne accepted the invitation and accepted the fact that Mrs. Catherine, who abides by the old etiquette, made an exception for her little Jiujiu, and Anne couldn't find an excuse to refuse.

Having said that, Annie knew very well that there was an extremely weak voice in her heart telling herself that this was just accepting an invitation to a dance party. Wouldn't it make her more guilty to be on guard like a frightened bird?

'Is this a guilty conscience? ' Annie asked herself, 'If he asks me to my first dance, should I say yes? '

In the early morning, Annie took Fenrir for a walk by the lake.It rushed into the bushes as usual, and from the direction the bushes swayed, Fenrir ran up the hill again.

Annie walked around the lake, returned to the place where Fenrir disappeared, and whistled.

Usually, Fenrir would appear after hearing the whistle, but this time Anne waited for a long time without seeing its sound.

Where did you go?

Annie bent down suspiciously and looked into the bushes, only seeing a mess of branches and fallen leaves.

"Fenrir!" cried Annie. "Go home! Come out!"

Annie shouted on the spot for a long time, but the only response to her was the wind.

Annie's heart couldn't help but lift up. Could it be some accident?Did he fall off the mountain?Injured by a hunter?Or met a wolf?

The more I think about it, the more worried I become. Even though Fenrir is a hunting dog, she has always indulged his nature, but he is only an old dog after all, if he encounters any danger...

Unwilling to give up, Annie called Fenrir's name loudly, the voice echoed in the woods, but there was still no response.

"What's the matter?" Darcy's voice suddenly came from the other side of the lake.

"Fenrir is gone! It ran to the mountain, but I waited for it here for a long time, but I didn't wait for it to come back." Anne shouted across the lake to the other side, "Darcy! Are there any beasts on the mountain? Are there wolves and wolves?" Bear?"

Darcy didn't speak, he ran a few steps towards the river bank, raised his hand, as if he was observing the situation here.Annie turned anxiously and looked up at the mountain, only seeing the secluded forest and the faint light of the sky.Annie bit her lower lip involuntarily, her gaze wandered through the woods, she bent down and tied up her long skirt, intending to go in and look for it.

"Wait for me!" Darcy's voice sounded again, "Don't go up by yourself, I'll come right away!"

Annie looked around for some strong tree trunks to break through the thorny bushes.

Darcy ran in the direction of the manor, and soon came here on a horse with a scythe, a long coat and a shotgun in the pannier on the horse's back.When he came to Anne panting, he finally breathed a sigh of relief—he was really worried that Annie would be so anxious that she would rush into the dangerous woods desperately.

Darcy put the heavy gown on Anne's shoulders.

Annie reacted immediately, wrapped it around herself, and tied it tightly.She took out the scythe from the back basket, and started from the place where Fenrir disappeared, cutting down the bushes on both sides.

Darcy put the shotgun on his back, picked up another scythe, swung it neatly, and quickly opened a path for the two of them to squeeze through.

The two walked slowly towards the depths of the woods.At first Anne could swing the scythe, but as her strength faded, it became more and more difficult for her to keep up with Darcy.

The voices of the servants came from behind, and Darcy explained: "I asked them to come and search together. A group of people went up the mountain from another trail, and another group of people searched around the place where we came up."

Annie didn't know what to say, so she could only thank her in a low voice.

Darcy was silent, took the sickle from her hand, and said: "There are fewer bushes here, follow me, call out its name to find it." .

Annie looked at his back, her eyes were inexplicably warm at this moment.

"Fenrir! Where are you?"

"Come out!"

"Fenrir!"

Annie shouted loudly, looking around for Fenrir.Behind him, the shouts of the servants also sounded one after another, and the name of "Fenrir" echoed throughout the woods.

The two walked out of the bushes, and Darcy put the sickle on his waist, and took out the shotgun from behind.

"I've heard that there are wild wolves here, but perhaps because of the bushes, they seldom cross the path by the lake and come near the manor..." Darcy looked around vigilantly with a shotgun in his hand.

Annie took the sickle from his waist and held it on his chest, ready to fight in self-defense at any time.

As you go higher and higher, the slope of the mountain becomes steeper.Annie's footsteps became slower and slower, and she also felt that the long gown she was wearing was too heavy, almost weighing down her shoulders.Panting heavily, Annie used the sickle as a crutch, slowly moving upward inch by inch.

But Darcy seemed not to be affected by the slope at all, his steps were brisk and quiet, and he didn't even lose his rhythm of breathing.

Annie looked at his back, and was a little dazed for a while.

"What's that!" Darcy shouted pointing forward, he turned his head and met Annie's eyes.

Annie blinked, looked away, and looked in the direction of his finger. It was a gray-brown boulder standing there abruptly.Annie took a closer look, and it seemed... there were black dots splashing on its bottom?

"Fenrir?" Annie called out, listening, panting.

After a moment of desperation silence, a faint "Wow--" sound suddenly came from the boulder.

Annie breathed a sigh of relief, dropped the sickle, and staggered to run there while leaning on the tree trunk, but was restricted by the steep slope.Darcy put the shotgun back on his back and moved in the direction of the boulder.

"You're right here, don't pass by, I'll go and hug it." He turned his head to stop Annie's attempt.

Annie wanted to struggle again, but the hem of her skirt suddenly tripped over a dead branch and almost fell.She hastily grabbed hold of the tree trunk, panting and nodded.

Darcy looked away from under her feet, turned and continued moving in that direction.

Behind the boulder, a furry black shadow showed its head.Annie called Fenrir's name, and it let out a feeble whimper.

Darcy soon came to the boulder, he didn't pick up Fenrir immediately, but squatted down, pressing and inspecting Fenrir carefully with his hands.

"The bleeding was his legs one behind the other, but I dare not say whether Fenrir's internal organs were injured or not," Darcy cried.

"Can you bring it here?"

"I think we'd better wait for the servants to come and make a simple stretcher to carry it down the mountain!" After Darcy finished speaking, he shouted down the mountain, and soon got a response from the servants.

Annie tried to move in Fenrir's direction again, approaching with difficulty.

A pair of hands was stretched out in front of her, and Annie grasped the warm hands without any hesitation.

Darcy pulled Annie up from the steep slope, and Annie bumped into his arms out of inertia.

After returning to the manor, Fenrir was immediately sent to the veterinarian.Annie still wanted to follow, but Darcy grabbed her wrist.

"Wash and change your clothes, look at your head full of dead branches and leaves." His hand was close to Annie's hair, and before she could react, he plucked a dead leaf from her hair.

Annie turned her head away unnaturally, and stroked her hair, and there were really fine leaves falling on the gorgeous and soft carpet.Annie didn't dare to move her hair any more, she dragged Du Li and hurriedly ran towards her room - no matter how you looked at it, it looked like she was running away.

Darcy looked at her back, twirling the tendons of the dead leaf with his fingertips, and the leaves turned like a small fan.

After a while, Darcy hid the dead leaf in his arms.

Fenrir was no longer young, and his movements were not as flexible as those of the young hounds. He accidentally fell down the steep slope and hit a boulder.Fortunately, after repeated examinations by doctors, it was determined that its internal organs were not injured.

Anne insisted on moving it to her room to take care of it.

Under the large window, there is a thick cushion.Fenrir lay on his side, with white bandages wrapped around his injured legs.Annie touched his head, Fenrir opened his eyes slightly, raised his head, and habitually rubbed against her palm.

Annie sighed, she never regarded Fenrir as a weak, beautiful and delicate pet dog, but let him run freely in the jungle.

But no one could have imagined that such a thing would happen today.

Fortunately there was Darcy.Annie thought that if she was alone, let alone whether she could climb up through the bushes, if she found Fenrir, she would not be able to hold him down safely.

Just as she was thinking, Du Li and a maid walked in, and together they moved a low table and sofa to the window.

"Mr. Darcy ordered us to arrange it so that you can take care of Fenrir while handling letters and affairs. If you need anything, please ring the bell. The veterinarian is always on call." The maid saluted.

Annie thanked her, and Du Li left with the maid while saying the words of gratitude.

Annie sat on the sofa, all her letters had been delivered, and Du Li also thoughtfully sent hot tea, a letter opener, pen and paper, and wax.

The spring sunshine is gentle and not dazzling, and Fenrir's little snoring is also very reassuring.Annie quickly settled into work comfortably and opened the letter.

In the letter, Mr. Brown reported the orders received by Phoenix and the business situation in an orderly manner before the beginning of spring.Every spring is the busiest social season in London, and before the first ball in spring, all the ladies have to prepare new dresses and accessories.Maybe at country balls, the squire's wife and daughters don't have to wear new clothes every ball; but for the noble ladies in London, it may be acceptable to wear a dress once or twice, but if there are not many new clothes If you change clothes, at least you will be looked down upon by others, and at worst, you may be exposed by "competitors" face to face, and you will be ashamed.

It's hard for Anne to say whether this kind of atmosphere is good or bad—for nobles, nothing is more important than face—but this is her business opportunity.

Phoenix will release new fabrics and patterns before Christmas, build them into small pieces and bind them into books, and wrap them into gift boxes with the surroundings of the rose garden (perfume, essential oils and baking), and give them to the nobles through the connections of the Phoenix Club as gifts. Christmas gift.

They can learn about new product releases early and pre-order cloth at Christmas time for spring dances.

At Christmas at the end of last year, although Annie was trapped in the earl's accident, after a few years, Phoenix and Rosalie Rose Garden have formed a mature industrial chain, and she does not need to keep an eye on it, nor will she Take out the big fork.

In the report, Mr. Brown clearly stated that all the orders received at Christmas had been produced and delivered to customers.Next, they should worry about the next batch of latest designs—in summer, many aristocrats often go to the countryside to rest after exhausting social balls, and light and simple clothing has become their latest demand.

In the profit column of the ledger, Phoenix's staggering five-figure figure made Anne feel a little better.

Annie stood up, stretched her arms, twisted her neck, and looked out the window.

Green has gradually covered the entire land, and the withered flower branches in the garden downstairs are gradually bursting out light yellow and tender green buds under the urging of warmth. In a few months, the rich fragrance of roses will envelope the entire manor.At this moment, Netherfield Gardens in Haverfordshire, as the base camp of Rosalie Rose Garden, has become the place where the first batch of roses bloom in the UK.

Annie pushed open the window, put her hands on the window sill, poked her head out, and took a deep breath.

Suddenly, her eyes fixed on a point in the corner of the garden, and Annie narrowed her eyes.

The girl was standing against the iron fence, half of her body was blocked by a tall figure.A weak laugh came, and the man put his hand to the girl's ear, and picked off a rose by magic.

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