don't touch my darcy

When the group returned to Pemberley, Georgiana had already fallen asleep. Elizabeth asked Mrs. Reynolds and learned that Miss Darcy felt better after taking the medicine, so she went back to her bedroom with Darcy in peace.

Elizabeth was taking off her make-up in the dressing room, and Darcy was sitting and waiting. He was a little bored, and happened to see the piano score given to Georgiana by Miss Sulton on the table, so he picked it up and looked through it.

In addition to the first piece "Awakening Forest", there are two other piano pieces. Darcy imitated the beautiful melody silently in his mind, and recalled Miss Sulton's performance at the ball tonight. I have to admit, The songs she made are really excellent, full of style and artistic conception,

It is conceivable that Miss Sulton must also have a rich and delicate inner world. Such a talented woman is indeed rare.

It's a pity that her piano playing skills can only be regarded as good, and she can't fully show the charm of the music.

Of course, Darcy is not demanding on this point. You must know that there are very few women in the world who are talented and proficient in all kinds of things, not to mention that she is only a girl about the same age as Georgiana.

Especially after being with dear Lizzie, Darcy feels more and more that it is not very important whether he has an amazing talent or not.

"What are you thinking about, so engrossed?" Accompanied by a gust of fragrant wind, Elizabeth came behind Darcy at some point, wrapped her arms around his neck, and gently pressed her soft chest against his broad back.

"It's nothing." Darcy hesitated, smiled lightly, and threw the music score back on the table.

Elizabeth glanced at it, and seemed to be quite moved, "Miss Sulton is really talented. Even a person like me who knows nothing about music thinks her compositions are beautiful."

Darcy obviously disagreed with her words, pulled Elizabeth's arm from her neck, pulled her closer, and shook her head face to face, "No, Lizzie, you don't know anything about music, you can play the piano, Sings and dances well too."

After hearing this, two small dimples appeared on Elizabeth's lips, and her eyes became sly, "So, what else? Besides, what other talents do I have?"

"Also, you can weave beautiful tablecloths, arrange flowers, and..."

As expected, Darcy was thinking seriously, but found that his wife's "talent" was indeed quite limited, and then noticed the increasingly obvious playfulness in Elizabeth's eyes, and realized that she had been teased again, so he shut up immediately, dissatisfied stared at his wife.

"I think Mr. Darcy has finally met the seventh girl who can be called a 'talented woman'." Elizabeth sighed resolutely.

"Lizzie, what are you trying to say?" Darcy frowned.

"Unfortunately, dear, I'm not smart enough, and my family background can't allow me to learn more talents than Miss Sulton..."

"Enough, Lizzie, are you making fun of something I said?"

Darcy interrupted Elizabeth obviously impatiently, with a little force with one hand, she fell to sit on his lap, holding her tightly, and pinching her jaw gently and firmly with the other hand, otherwise her eyes would have a chance to avoid .

"Since this is the case, it is necessary for me to revise my views on talent."

"Oh honey, don't be like this..."

Seeing her husband being so serious and getting a little angry, Elizabeth also felt a little regretful that she shouldn't have joked about him and Miss Sulton. Even if she noticed the lady's strange attitude, her husband was a very serious man.

"No, you have to listen to me." Darcy pressed Elizabeth's finger covering his lips, "it shouldn't be so narrow about talent, even though you can't compose, paint or sculpt, but Lizzie , you have your special talent, which is unmatched by others."

Seeing her husband's seriousness, Elizabeth couldn't help but ask, "Oh? Then tell me, what special talent do I have?"

"You are good at thinking, you have your own unique insights on people and things, and you have enough patience and love for those around you." Darcy let go of his fingers, and gently stroked Elizabeth's ears, "Lizzie, A kind and thorough heart is far superior to those dull talents."

Elizabeth never expected that Darcy would say such a thing. Although she had long believed that her husband's love for her did not originate from those superficial reasons that could be seen through at a glance, but listening to his serious and candid confession, It was the first time.

With excitement and warmth in her heart, she slowly moved closer to Darcy, and when her lips were about to touch his cheek, she suddenly chuckled again, "Honey, I want to tell Lydia that she is wrong, Mr. Darcy never He doesn't hesitate to compliment people."

"No, she's right, I'm only making an exception for you." Darcy was so excited by his wife, he simply turned her face and kissed her.

Elizabeth's nightgown was half off, and Darcy's intense kisses had moved from her lips to her chest. When she was holding her husband's head and was almost unable to hold herself, suddenly there was a piano sound outside the window.

Darcy had to stop moving, and looked up in astonishment, "Who is still playing the piano at this time?"

After listening for a while, Elizabeth also felt strange, "It seems to be Mary? What's going on?"

This little disturbance would not dampen Darcy's enthusiasm. He went to the window and pulled the curtains tightly. When he came back, he immediately hugged Elizabeth by the waist.

Kitty turned over heavily on the bed and buried her head in the pillow, "Oh, Mom, it's almost ten o'clock now, is Mary going crazy, please go and stop her."

"Too bad, Miss Darcy lives upstairs, and she's still sick." Mrs. Bennet put on her slippers, wrapped her shawl, and planned to go to the small piano room to see what was going on with Mary.

As soon as she walked out of the door, the sound of the piano stopped. At the end of the dimly lit corridor, a person came from the side of the small piano room. When she looked closely, it was indeed Mary.

"What's the matter, baby, can't you sleep?"

Mrs. Bennet wanted to reprimand her, but she found that Mary seemed to be out of spirits, and her eyes were in a trance. She couldn't help worrying again, and reached out to touch her forehead.

"It's nothing, Mom, good night." Mary hugged Mrs. Bennet's shoulder and kissed her on the forehead.

"Oh, good night..." Mary didn't have a fever, but seeing her slightly stiff back, Mrs. Bennet was still not at ease.

What's wrong with this kid?

At the ball, she obviously performed very well, and she was quite valued by several gentlemen. Except for Wickham, everyone invited her to dance, right?

How did she know that Lancer Shalton's handsome appearance and gentle demeanor were lingering in Mary's mind. The more charming and amiable he felt, the more frustrated she was with her poor piano skills and shallow knowledge and dull conversation.

This poor, courageous girl seems to have fallen out of love when she first yearned for sweet love.