don't touch my darcy

Ivy Salton walked into the bedroom slowly, her slender neck gracefully turned half a circle, and looked around the room that was about to belong to her.

She was quite satisfied with the size and decoration of the room, but she still showed some critical eyes. You must know that a standard noble lady does not need to show excessive surprise for any good things, it will only appear that she has not seen it. past life.

This subtle mood was noticed by Mrs. Sulton, "Why, baby, is there anything you are not satisfied with?"

"If possible, I hope there are more books about nature and poetry here." Miss Sulton's slender fingers under her snow-white gloves pointed to the exquisite inlaid bookcase.

"Poetry?" Mrs. Sulton wondered. "Honey, I don't remember you ever wanting to read those things."

"How could it be? Poetry is the window to the soul and the most beautiful language of human beings." Miss Sulton rolled her eyes and added, "Mom, you must have misremembered."

"I...remember it wrong?" Mrs. Sulton blinked her eyes in confusion, and soon came to her senses, "Oh, yes, baby, you have loved poetry since you were a child, and Miss Woodhouse, the tutor, said, You are the smartest and most aura she has ever seen..."

Before she finished speaking, Miss Sulton walked past her mother with a light body, opened the largest window in the middle, and the golden sunlight poured in half of the wall instantly, and the fragrant fragrance of flowers wafted in the air.

Looking down from the window, there are clusters of roses in the yard, white, pink, bright red, gorgeous and full of vision, full of vitality and enthusiasm.

Miss Sulton's delicate brows were slightly frowned, and I have to say, it was a bit too gaudy, completely inconsistent with the subtle and elegant beauty she understood and admired.

Mrs. Sulton followed her, her tone full of admiration and sadness, "Do you know why this place is called Rose Manor? Because roses are Mrs. Anne Darcy's favorite flowers, and she personally ordered people to plant these flowers. .and see how charmingly they bloom, but dear Anne is gone, who has always been such a lively, sweet creature."

Miss Sulton finally opened her mouth in an inelegant way, but she didn't know what to say.

She secretly warned herself that she must be cautious in her words and deeds in the future, and never take it for granted. She must find out everything about Mr. Darcy, especially what he likes and dislikes.

"Look, baby." Mrs. Salton pointed to the maple forest in the distance, and said enthusiastically, "Follow this road, around the end of the forest, and you will find Pemberley Manor. Every summer, Anne and old Darcy Sir will come from Pemberley to live here for a few days. By the way, Rose Manor is a gift from her husband!"

What?Here is a present from Mr. Darcy's father to her mother?

She has traveled here from the world 300 years later, and she is in such a romantic and loving place. Doesn't it prove that she met and fell in love with Mr. Darcy by fate?

Miss Sulton looked into the distance, as if her cheeks were reddened by the gorgeous roses and fiery maple trees, she murmured dreamily, "Mom, let's go to Pemberley tomorrow..."

"Pemberley? You said you wanted to go to Pemberley?"

"Ah, I mean, since we're here and rent Mr. Darcy's property, it's polite to pay a visit and express our thanks, isn't it?"

Miss Sulton came to her senses in time, and once again used her quick wit to round things up.

"That's right! My dear, you're absolutely right!" Mrs. Sulton burst into tears of joy.

She was worried at first that her daughter would always be a little weird after recovering from a serious illness, and her temperament would be quite different from before, but now it seems that she has only become more sensible and decent!

"Oh, children, don't pick too many strawberries. If you eat too many strawberries, you will have a stomachache, and the rainy season won't last for a few days!" Mrs. Bennet cried out distressedly.

The children didn't pay any attention to her. When they arrived at the strawberry garden, they all carried baskets and ran away happily, picking the strawberries they were most satisfied with.

They came from a boarding school run by a nearby church. The principal, Sister Eleanor, was very respected by old Mr. Darcy and Mrs. Anne. In addition to providing land and school buildings, there was also a fixed alms every year.

Most of the boarders in this school are orphans, and there are also children of nearby farmers. After Mr. Darcy inherited the family business, he continued the goodwill of his parents, and Elizabeth obviously supported it. Even Mr. Darcy did not expect that she would Promised the kids to pick strawberries.

If Mr. Darcy was here at this moment, seeing the naughty figure and lively laughter scattered all over his strawberry garden, would he be stunned and speechless?

You know, he has always read books quietly, wrote letters quietly, watched the scenery quietly, and even chatted, looking at you quietly and intently, and every time he started: "Dear Lizzie..."

Thinking of this, Elizabeth smiled happily with a little sarcasm.

Mary glanced at her inexplicably, turned her body to block the sunlight, and continued to read.

She didn't want to join in the fun, she would rather stay in the house and practice the piano, but her mother insisted on pulling her out, saying that it was better to bask in the sun.

I really can't understand why Kitty can play so happily with the children?Still laughing so loudly, it really disturbed her, and she couldn't calm down to study.

On the road at the end of the lawn, a luxurious carriage drove up and stopped slowly.

The sound of horseshoes and ruts aroused Elizabeth's idea, but the carriage looked unfamiliar to her, so she asked Mrs. Reynolds: "Do you know the owner of this carriage? Have there been any guests visiting these days?"

Mrs. Reynolds adjusted her glasses, stared hard, and finally shook her head blankly, "I don't know, ma'am, when Mr. Darcy left, he didn't say that there was a visitor coming."

"Ah, is there a visitor?" Mrs. Bennet panicked. "Should I go back to my room and change a dress?"

While they were talking, they saw the door of the carriage opened again, and several people came down one after another. Their faces were not clear, but their clothes were neat and gorgeous, and they should not be just travelers who stopped to look at the scenery.

Elizabeth hesitated a little, but still told her mother, "Mom, you Mary and Kitty are waiting here, and help Sister Susan look after the child by the way."

"Okay, I see." Mrs. Bennet agreed pretending to be calm, and turned around and shouted loudly, "Mary, Mary, don't look any more, and Kitty, wash the mud off your hands!"

Elizabeth, together with Mrs. Reynolds, stepped forward to greet the unexpected guest.

The two groups of people gradually approached, and Mrs. Reynolds suddenly said "ah", as if thinking of something, "Ma'am, the lady walking in the front looks familiar, seems to have seen it somewhere?"

"Oh, Mrs. Reynolds, please think carefully." Hearing what she said, Elizabeth also became nervous.

The leader, Mr. and Mrs., looked a little old. If they were familiar elders, and it happened that Darcy was not at home, they couldn't be rude.

"Dear Vanessa, long time no see, do you remember me?"

"you are……"

The lady was able to call out her boudoir name and greeted her enthusiastically at a quick pace. Mrs. Reynolds was so surprised that she tried her best to search her memory, and finally, the moment she opened her arms to embrace her, she remembered who she was. who.

"Why, you are Lady Sulton, a friend of Lady Anne's!"

"No, Vanessa, at least you remember me!"

After embracing Mrs. Reynolds, Mrs. Sulton introduced her family, "This is my husband, this is my son Lancer, and my daughter Ivy. We are staying in Rose Manor, and we should be here forever. I stayed until the end of the summer, and I came here to express my sincerest thanks to Mr. and Mrs. Darcy."

Mrs. Reynolds was taken aback, "Huh? I'm very sorry, Mr. Darcy has gone to London and will not return to Pemberley until a week later."

"That's a pity, Mrs. Darcy? Did she go to London with Monsieur?"

"Mrs. Darcy?"

Mrs. Reynolds, who was disturbed and confused, suddenly remembered that the hostess was still ignored by herself, and hurriedly introduced Elizabeth to the Salton family, "Sorry, madam, I am really confused! This is Mrs. Darcy .”

"Oh, you, you are Mrs. Darcy?" Mrs. Sulton's eyes widened.

She had to suspect that the plainly dressed young woman in front of her, whose appearance could barely be called delicate, was the mistress of the wealthy Pemberley?

"It's an honor to meet you, ma'am." Hearing that this noble lady is a friend of her mother-in-law, Elizabeth hurriedly greeted politely and respectfully.

"Oh, it's an honor..."

Mrs. Sulton restrained her surprise and returned the salute, but she murmured in her heart that the rumors in London must be true. Although she looked quite easy-going and her smile was elegant and decent, she didn't look like the title of "Mrs. Darcy" Good match.

Baron Sulton and Lancer bowed their necks to Elizabeth respectively, and Miss Sulton, who was curtseying, quietly looked into Elizabeth's eyes when she stood up.

Was it these not so pretty eyes that fascinated Mr. Darcy?

A sense of superiority and self-confidence immediately filled her excited chest.