[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter11 If you don't do it, you won't die, Wickham!

Under the arrangement of the time-traveling God, when he ran out of the class with the villain's thoughts of "I'll be back" and burst into tears, Mr. Collins still met his perfect match outside the door: Miss Charlotte Lucas .

Collins: Even though Miss Lucas is an old girl two years older than him, and even though she's plain and worse than Cousin Mary...

Charlotte: Although Collins is an absolute fool, although she will endure his endless stupidity for many years after marriage...

This pair of stupid men and leftover women still hit it off happily, moving faster than anyone else on the road of HE.

If marriage is a transaction of power, money, and sex, then this transaction makes both parties very satisfied, and the highest state of win-win is brought into full play.

Ignoring Mrs. Bennet's companion by the way, the union of Collins and Charlotte is a perfect ending for everyone.

By the way, Charlotte's best friend Elizabeth is also excluded.

After receiving the good news of her friend's engagement, Elizabeth was frowning, surprised and sad, and worried that her friend had chosen such a husband.

Jane persuaded her: "This is Charlotte's own choice, Liz. I believe that if you were you, you would rather not marry for the rest of your life than tolerate spending your life with non-earth creatures, but Charlotte is not us. Since Everyone's experience is different, so the positions, pursuits and choices must be different. Why do we interfere with other people's choices? What qualifications do we have to impose our own views on others? Do you think this is not the best choice for Charlotte, But Charlotte already understands what she has to pay, and she is determined to bear the consequences of her choice. Since this is a deal that both parties are satisfied with, why don't we send our best wishes?"

Elizabeth curled her lips: "I don't really want to bless Cousin Collins, a fool, Jane."

Jane: "...Actually, I am honored to agree with you on this point, dear Liz."

Alas, poor Charlotte, for the prosperity of the world, for the peace of the universe, and to prevent the troll from destroying the world, this burden is on you!

As for the five sisters, all they had to do was escape Mrs. Bennet's frenetic fits and constant yelling.

For example, I went to visit my uncle and aunt in Meryton, and took refuge by the way.

As soon as the five golden flowers entered the living room, they immediately saw Mr. Wickham surrounded by the eyes of all the ladies.

It seems that in any era, appearance and manners are weapons that need to be effectively used.If it is used well, the vase can be enshrined high; if it is not used well, even if it is as tall and handsome as Mr. Darcy, with a noble and kind heart, I am afraid that it will be doomed to be lonely for a lifetime.

I don't mean to curse you, poor Mr. Darcy, but since your official spouse has been snatched away by your bamboo horse, it is inevitable that people will have the association of "life bet on independence", eh.

Seeing the ladies of the Bennet family approaching, Mr. Wickham immediately approached them and chatted with them. Although the conversation was only about the rain that night and the possibility of the rainy season, he was so pleasant that the ladies were very happy. I can't help feeling that even the most mundane, boring, and old-fashioned words can still be beautifully spoken as long as the speaker has skills.

Even Mary, who had never looked down upon officers, seemed to bow down under Wickham's red uniform—the little bookworm was working harder than usual to perform her singing and piano skills...not to mention the young and ignorant, Naive and reckless little sister Lydia.

In the soft stuffing of the steamed stuffed bun, a famous saying from the mother planet suddenly popped up: To indulge in evil is to do evil.

This sentence came so suddenly, as if the time traveler took advantage of it and secretly stuffed it into her mind.

Then, another large paragraph of text flowed out from the books she had read in the past, continuously unfolding in front of her eyes:

In Germany, at first they hunted down the communists, and I didn't say anything—because I wasn't a communist;

Then they hunted down the Jews, and I didn't speak—because I wasn't a Jew;

Later they hunted down the trade union members, and I didn't speak up --- because I was not a trade union member;

Afterwards they hunted and killed Catholics, and I did not speak --- because I am a Protestant;

In the end they came to me, but no one stood up to speak for me anymore.

Mr. Wickham, who is very popular and shows off, although I have no grievances or grudges against you, but considering that I can't let my sister's life be ruined by you, it is best to avoid letting you harm any innocent and ignorant girl...

Destroy you on behalf of the time travel god!

She thought hard about how to avoid the harm of scumbags in the future without hurting Miss Darcy's reputation.

If Wickham's scumbag is to be exposed, his past evil deeds must be exposed.But when it comes to the reputation of an innocent girl—particularly in modern England, where starvation was a small matter of elopement—things are much trickier.

Can you change the angle, change the method...

At this time, a loud noise came to the ears, and everyone's eyes were focused on the center of the living room.

In the middle of the living room, Wickham was on top of Danny, and the two of them rolled on the floor, entangled.

"I'm sorry, Danny, I'm sorry..." Mr. Wickham hurriedly got up from Danny, and kept apologizing.

Lydia hopped up like a bird, and snickered in Jane's ear, "Poor Mr. Wickham! I made a fool of myself by bumping into him, thank God I slipped away!" As soon as he stuck out his tongue, he looked indulgent and cute.

Jane suddenly discovered that the little sister who had always been trouble-seeking, vain, and lazy by nature had accidentally done her a big favor.

Great job, Lydia!

It was not long before all sorts of absurd gossip spread in the narrow circles of Longbourne and Meryton.

"Have you noticed the way Mr. Wickham is holding Danny's waist? His face is full of tenderness and pity!"

"No wonder Mr. Wickham, who is so charming, always treats the girls with a distant and ambiguous attitude!"

"It's no wonder that until now, he has never shown any unusual affection for any young lady!"

"Poor Danny! It must be hard to be caught by a man!"

"For God's sake, I'll never invite Wickham to my house again!"

"Mr. Darcy grew up with him... No wonder Mr. Darcy never smiles. It must be that the young heart has suffered an indelible trauma?"

"It's hard to imagine how many innocent people in the military will suffer similar injuries!"

"It is said that he would harass his companions every night, scaring them so much that they dare not go out alone at night!"

"Mother, mother, have you heard? Mr. Wickham is a sodomite!"

"You shouldn't know this word at all! Even if you know it, you can't mention it! Even if you have to mention it, you have to keep your voice down and use cryptic words! By the way, baby, where did you find the news? God, the world is full of wonders, so The beautiful young man actually, unexpectedly..."

Although there is no definite evidence, gossip is like Pandora's box. Once it is speculated and caught up in the wind, the box will be completely opened, and the gossip will grow wings and fly all over the sky, and it will never be taken back.

In nineteenth-century Britain, where homosexuality was still called "sodomy", these plague-like gossips were enough for Wickham to drink a pot.

Received constant feedback from Katie, who was the most well-informed, and Jane smiled like a golden-haired fox who succeeded in stealing chickens.

Dear Mr. Wickham, since your actions are shameless enough to repay your kindness and share the wrath of man and god, then don't blame me for not being moral~. ~

Unknowingly, Baozi, who has always been too lazy to make a difference, who does not offend me if others do not offend him, and runs away if others offend me, has embarked on a long and long road called "blackening".

All kinds of sensational and absurd claims came one after another, but they could stir everyone's nerves and stimulate the most secret darkness in the heart, and Mrs. Bennet's little friend was not immune to the disaster.

Henceforth, at least in Longbourne, no family with a girl-to-be will invite Mr. Wickham to their door.

A week passed, and Mr. George Sodite Wickham, overwhelmed by gossip, had to leave his regiment at Meryton, and disappeared without a trace.

Some say he committed suicide, some say he went to India, some say he went to America, some say a beautiful boy in the army went after Wickham...

Therefore, Wickham, the number one scumbag in the world of Pride and Prejudice, the important promoter of the storyline, and Mr. Darcy's bamboo horse and bamboo horse who fell in love and killed each other...has not had time to tell Elizabeth about his insulted and damaged life , I haven't had time to blow the ears of the protagonist to promote prejudice, and I haven't had time to discredit the reputation of the sadomasochistic bamboo horse...

It was dropped by Jane who opened her golden finger for a while.

The Wickham crisis is over, and Lydia will not elope from now on (...probably?), the family will not have to worry about it (hopefully...), and even Miss Darcy's reputation will be restored to perfection Flawless—think about it, how can a sodomite pose a threat to a lady?

Jane Heizhanger Baozi Miss Bennet breathed a sigh of relief, and at the same time gave herself a thumbs up in her heart.

If you don't do it, you won't die, Mr. Wickham, your fate is really (XI) difficult (WEN) not (LE) demolition (JIAN).

Baozi instructs the cook to cook some delicious food according to her method, and prepares to reward himself thoroughly with delicious food.

While waiting for dinner, a sentence suddenly broke into Jane's mind:

Good and evil will eventually be rewarded, and the way of heaven is reincarnation.If you don't believe me, look up, who will the heavens spare!