[Comprehensive Classics] Traveled all over Europe to demolish CP

Chapter7 Don't vote for Mr. Darcy anymore!

Mr. Darcy stretched out his hand speechlessly and pointed in one direction.

Then he leaned against the girl's arms as stiff as a steel plate (heavy fog), his face darkened and he didn't move.

Jane, on the other hand, enjoyed the silence and peace at this moment—she had let the gossip-exchanging social activities make her throat smoke, bewildered, and bored, trying to keep her ears clean.

As for what Mr. Darcy thinks... let him do what he thinks, who calls him a local tyrant?

As a winner in life, as the proud son of heaven, as the most popular local tyrant who will continue to be popular until communism is fully established, do you still care about the offense of an insignificant little mushroom?

Fortunately, Jane still retains a bit of "lady" self-consciousness. At a place a hundred steps away from Netherfield Gardens, she suddenly remembered that the time was different and she needed to take into account the issue of reputation, so she got off the horse lightly and skillfully. Return the reins to Mr. Darcy.

Because of holding Mr. Darcy in her arms (heavy fog), and this iceberg will never turn his head, so until this moment, Jane saw Mr. Darcy's facial expression——

It can distort the ice cap like this, and Jane feels that there is no regret in the life of crossing.

She was ushered into the dining-room, where the whole Bingleys were there except Elizabeth, who was drenched in the rain.

After a few polite words, Jane hurriedly begged them to take her to her sister - and then left the mess to Mr. Darcy in a black-bellied manner.

Come on Mr. Darcy, I'll leave the explanations to you!

Her big blue eyes flickered, and she smiled sweetly at Mr. Darcy, and disappeared into the room where Elizabeth was placed.

Mr. Darcy: "..."

Although he didn't know the "black belly" who became popular on the Internet 200 years later, it didn't prevent him from having similar feelings.

Elizabeth, who was trapped in the white quilt and white sheets, was pale and weak, but she still couldn't give up her hobby of joking, so she became interested and described the inconsistent words and deeds of the Bingley sisters to her sister.

"You wouldn't imagine, Jane, how they treated me! As if I were a fragile china doll!" Elizabeth paused a moment. "To tell the truth, they would be very agreeable with a little politeness. Just like Mr Bingley."

Jane touched her sister's forehead, feeling that the heat was getting higher, and she couldn't help but feel a little worried.

Although Elizabeth wears the thickest halo of the protagonist in the tragic world of "Pride and Prejudice", she probably won't delete her account and retrain because of a rain...

But right now is the beginning of the nineteenth century after all, and in a few decades, pneumonia caused by cold and fever will unswervingly kill people...

She decided to physically cool her sister down.

Now is the most leisurely and peaceful afternoon, a rare quiet time of the day.Except for Mr. Bingley, who was worried and restless, almost everyone in the house was enjoying the beauty of afternoon tea and the joy of chatting.

...not all of them.

For example, Mr. Hurst manipulated the knife and fork skillfully, and concentrated on eating sandwiches, muffins, cakes, cheese and fruits piece by piece. His nose, which had turned rosy from drinking too much wine, was almost buried in the plate. Everything that happens around you is indifferent.

For example, Miss Bingley, she spends all her mind on "how to dig out more than two words from Mr. Darcy's two beautiful lips", which has nothing to do with "leisure".

For example, the troubled Mr. Darcy... He thought of a pair of bold, bright blue eyes, and the heart that was always praised high, and for the first time, he felt emotions like ups and downs and uneasiness.

Jane calculated the time and slipped down at five o'clock.

At this time the servants were resting, and the Bingley sisters were changing clothes--changing clothes at five o'clock is a habit passed down from the upper class--she slipped into the wine cellar on tiptoe, and came out with a bottle of whiskey.

Jane looked left and right, walked lightly, hid the wine bottle in her skirt, and held the hem of the skirt with one hand as a cover-up.

Dear Liz, after cooling down, drink more water and get a good night's sleep, then you can have a good time with a gentle and good man, Mr. Bingley!

Sigh, when will the God of time travel give me a gentle and good man?

Just as she was holding up her skirt and stepping up the first step, a ghostly voice sounded from behind: "Miss Bennet..."

"Ohdamnit!" Don't blame Jane for being rude, after all, all her thoughts are on her ambition for a gentle and good man.

This voice that rose from the ground in the quiet afternoon successfully made Jane step into the air.

"Oh..." My feet!

"Snapped……"

"what……"

"Ah!" My wine bottle!

In the blink of an eye, one swear word, one loud bang and three howls cut through the most charming and leisurely afternoon.

"You can ask the servants for it..." Although it was unladylike to drink such a strong drink... But God, he didn't see the word in Miss Jane Bennet at all!

"I definitely don't want to drink and I don't intend to offend... I still want to take this half bottle of whiskey to cool Liz, and Mr. Darcy will not accompany me..." She ignored the slight pain in her ankle, and started from Mr. Darcy He jumped out of his arms and ran away like a frightened rabbit.

Leave the broken glass, dripping wine, and a Mr. Darcy who is about to face the confusion of the servants and the enthusiastic inquiries of the Bingley family.

Jane dipped in the whiskey and carefully wiped Elizabeth's neck, armpits, limbs and palms... Elizabeth was in the cool drowsiness, and heard her sister curse in a low voice: "Damn, such an irresponsible approach is really a man ?”

How should Mr. Darcy clean up this rotten mess by himself...

Too disregarding the friendship of revolutionary comrades in arms!

At this time, Jane was still a thin-skinned little bun, and she didn't have the cool, handsome and domineering to calmly call the servants to clean up the scene, and then make up a reason that even she can persuade herself without losing face, to explain this. little accident...

Many years later, when she finally cultivated a three-inch indestructible tongue and an indestructible body in the endless "joy" of fighting against the sky, the earth, and people, the blood-vomiting Yinglun who was repeatedly tossed by her... The gentleman has long since disappeared from her life.

At this moment, Mr. Darcy frowned and stood up sadly like Sister Lin, scanning the liquor on the trousers and clothes, as well as the flickering glass fragments on the ground, looking at the frightened, hurriedly The servants who came... He always had a stern face, showing a once-in-a-lifetime smile with helplessness and grief.

There still seemed to be softness and warmth in the empty arms.

Elizabeth, who is good at walking, strong and has her own halo, quickly lost her fever. Of course, Jane's alcohol cooling down, and Mr. Bingley's careful care and greetings also made indelible contributions.

Except for her weakness, she has recovered almost as usual.

So on a warm night, Mr. Bingley ordered the fireplace to be well lit. He looked at his pale but smiling sweetheart Yanyan with worry and joy, and was helped down the stairs by his sister.

Seeing his sweetheart recovering from a serious illness, Mr. Bingley tried his best to restrain his joy and enthusiasm, and spoke softly, carefully and considerately. When he noticed that Elizabeth was a little tired, he stopped immediately, relying only on a pair of light green sincere and bright eyes , to express the sincerity and love in the heart.

Jane cast an envious and jealous look like her sister, and then straightened her back, trying not to tremble under Mr. Darcy's ruthless gaze.

The freezing ray is so scary!I just left a mess twice for you to clean up!Even if you hold grudges, don't make it so obvious!Otherwise Miss Bingley will mistake it for a look of admiration and get me in trouble!

Jane shouted from the bottom of her heart.

Shouting, shouting... Mr. Darcy came.

Jane Lady Bennet can't wait to make a gesture like Tarzan's breast-beating immediately, to scare away the approaching iceberg with a clouded face full of pain and hatred that makes people mistakenly think that it has penetrated into "Jane Eyre".

She really isn't like Elizabeth, who can muster [-]% courage in the face of dangerous situations... She is a bun!

Baozi had no choice but to stay away.

She got up from her sister, walked to the floor-to-ceiling window and stood still, leaving a beautiful and bleak back to the lovers, foodies, wife of the foodie, sister of the wife of the foodie, and sweetheart of the wife of the foodie...

The sweetheart of the foodie wife's younger sister still crossed the obstacle behind her, and stood side by side with Jane who tried her best to avoid him by the window.

For a moment, she felt a sharp pain in the back of Miss Bingley's fierce protective eyes.

Jane had to resort to another strategy called "preemptive strike."

She took a deep breath, and her red lips parted slightly...

"Isn't the view of Netherfield beautiful?" If Mr. Darcy and her were not alone in front of the window, and if she was wearing Western fantasy instead of Western classics... Jane would almost believe that Mr. Darcy was looking at a bird. Gone with the wind.

...the preemptive strike failed.

Fortunately, though Mr. Darcy tried to start a conversation, he didn't look at her at all.

This made Jane, who felt guilty and anxious, heaved a sigh of relief.

His calm and sharp eyes, in Plants vs. Zombies, are all frozen shooters, no, frozen watermelon level.

She didn't say she was a zombie!Absolutely not!

Jane pushed open a window, thought it over and closed it again.Her back was straight, and she looked far and wide at the isolated fields and villages, and the gray horizon.

"It's beautiful, Mr. Darcy, but it's not enough." Jane sighed softly, "I'm so eager to have vision beyond the horizon, so that my eyes can reach the bustling world and those who have heard about it." An ever-changing, vibrant place that I have never seen before."

These words were not addressed to Mr. Darcy at all, but Jane was talking to herself like a dream.

The quiet and beautiful scenery under the twilight successfully evoked the literary factor deep in the bun stuffing. She put aside the offense and fear of Mr. Darcy, and started to stay wholeheartedly.

The first industrial revolution has started for many years, and the second industrial revolution is just around the corner...

But she was tied up in an isolated village, and it is very likely that she will continue to be tied up in a magnificent mansion in the future, becoming an excellent, qualified, and respected hostess of the manor.

But Jane still desires to have more experience than now, to contact more people than now, and to see more different scenery.

In her gentle, lively and trouble-free nature, there is a restless factor, otherwise she would never be so eager for a just-and-go trip.

She always longs to be on the road.

"I didn't mean to offend you, Mr. Darcy." After an unknown period of silence, Jane finally hesitated to apologize for her behavior in the afternoon.

I don't intend to provoke you, and I don't intend to fall in love with you like most time-traveling men and women... Bao Zizhi let out a cry.

"You're really slow to react, Miss Bennet." If she hadn't been dazzled or had hallucinations... Mr. Darcy's mouth turned up slightly, like a smile...

I was shocked at the time!

Time travel god, please do me a favor, just throw me into the Jurassic period...

A complete long sentence was uttered from two lips that never opened to women easily except for eating: "But you are too polite and polite, it's nothing at all, please don't mind these details that even the victim ignores. "The arc of the corner of the mouth is getting bigger and bigger, and the iceberg face that has not changed for thousands of years is slowly turning around, and there seems to be a trace of melting on the thick ice cover...

Is it the end of the world so close that Antarctica's glaciers are melting?

Jane was silently terrified for a long time before discovering a problem——

Wasn't that what she had said jokingly about Mr. Darcy at the ball Sir Lucas gave?