[Pride and Prejudice] The leisurely life of Miss Bentley

The Marquis of Rocheshuyal was right, at least half of the truth was true.The old friend, the Duke of Berry, is indeed not in Paris. As for where he is, probably only he knows.

Mr. Darcy and Caroline went all the way north until Lyon, where the Saône and Rhone meet, stopped for a little rest.

Come here in a hurry, but don't come back in a hurry.

Although he was still riding in a carriage, his speed was more than double that of when he was playing before.After this, even Mr. Darcy could hardly hide his fatigue, let alone Caroline.

There are not many people in Lyon, and there are few tourists. Occasionally, two or three kittens walk by on the street. It is very comfortable and peaceful, but it is one of the best cities in southeastern France.Mr. Darcy chose this place because of the better news in Lyon. Sure enough, Mr. Darcy and the Marquis of Rochechouillard, who had been forced to break contact since entering the French border, reconnected in Lyon. .

Along the way, the south made Mr. Darcy and Caroline aware of its isolation. Although it was because of the remoteness and isolation that the original peace and tranquility could be maintained, at the critical moment when the revolution broke out, the lack of information was obvious. Becoming a major obstacle, at least caused Mr. Darcy a lot of trouble in route planning.

After the rebels occupied Paris, the king fled from the Louvre, and was captured by the rebels and sent back to the palace.In the tide of the rebel army's demand for the establishment of a republic, Charles X could not withstand the pressure and withdrew the edict, but it was impossible to save the situation.Had to give up the throne to the Duke of Bordeaux, but Charles X was still not pleased.In the end, the uprising military government put Louis Philippe, Duke of Orleans, on the throne, known as the "July Dynasty" to the outside world.

"It's so good." Caroline leaned against the head of the bed and said to Mr. Darcy with a smile.

After several days of non-stop rushing, even the iron body will fall apart.Mr. Darcy and Caroline simply ignored their manners, entered the hotel, and leaned against the bedside to chat.Anyway, it was still early, so I rested for a while before it was time for dinner.

Caroline thoughtfully stuffed a pillow around Caroline's back, and Mr. Darcy also relaxed his body, leaning comfortably on the head of the bed.

"In this way, we will go north according to the original plan, and we will see if we have to make a detour at that time." When he originally learned that the uprising broke out, Mr. Darcy changed his plan to go north and return to England via Calais, but from St. Luo returned home by water.

And now that the Duke of Orleans has ascended the throne, the chaotic situation in Paris has been initially brought under control.Mr. Darcy can proceed with the original plan.

"it is good."

Caroline leaned on Mr. Darcy's shoulder, and asked: "It seems that the Marquis of Rocheshuyal really planned for a rainy day, and he got it right."

Nodding his head, Mr. Darcy was concerned about another news from the Marquis of Rocheshuar, that is, the disappearance of the Duke of Berry.

Mr. Darcy's understanding of the Duke of Berry is mainly from the Marquis of Rocheshuyal, and he has never met him. After all, most of the French affairs are in the name of the Marquis.

The Duke of Berry is a staunch conservative on the surface, but in fact he is an out-and-out politician.The biggest characteristic of politicians is speculation, and they are good at both sides. What they are best at is cunning.Political speculation, if one step is wrong, what awaits is the abyss.Without the support of a large amount of financial resources, it is impossible to make strides in the political arena.If this were not the case, the Duke of Berry would not have confronted the Roshshuyar family in many industries.

After chatting casually for a few more words, Mr. Darcy and Caroline stopped talking and just rested quietly.

The two of them were already extremely tired, and fell asleep after cuddling together like this.When I woke up, the sky was dark and gray, and it was already the time when the lights came on.

The two men who had freshened up went downstairs hand in hand.

In the evening, probably because the passengers went out after dinner, there were not many people in the hotel.Mr. Darcy and Caroline sat down in the small restaurant next to the hotel, tasting the famous local veal sausage.

Night fell quietly, and the city of Lyon was brightly lit.After drinking and eating, Mr. Darcy and Caroline walked casually along the main street of Lyon.

Lyon was not included in the original honeymoon itinerary, but I came to this relaxing place by accident.Without the gorgeousness of Paris, the free and easy Marseilles, and the romance of Venice, this place is poetic, peaceful and comfortable.

The mullioned windows, the warm light coming out of the windows, the arched gallery, the charming Italian courtyard, walking on the stone path of Lyon City, seems to have entered the world of ancient fairy tales.

Centuries ago, Julius Caesar used Lyon as a base to conquer Gaul and established Gaul's capital here.Lyon obviously has a bit of Italian flavor, especially the architectural pattern, especially in the old city, where the historical connection with Italy can be seen.The interesting thing about Lyon is that there are only horizontal roads in the city, not vertical roads.If Mr. Darcy and Caroline want to go from one street to another, they can only follow the flow of people and pass through the tunnels between the houses.

It was a festival, and the Saône River was very lively, and it was not affected by the coup d'état in far away Paris.Happy crowds and delicious food stalls can be seen everywhere.

Mr. Darcy and Caroline were also infected by the joyful atmosphere, and followed the crowd towards the direction of the city hall.Lyon's town hall is full of Italian-style statues and decorations on the outside, but the interior is a luxurious Baroque building.On the square in front of the city hall stands the equestrian statue of Henry IV, the founding father of the Bourbon dynasty, which looks even more heroic under the light.

The municipal square is already bustling with people, but there are still people coming.There was only a sudden burst of cheers from the crowd, and thousands of colorful fireworks suddenly bloomed gorgeously in the dark night sky, shining brightly, decorating the night sky so gracefully.It really is "Fire Trees, Silver Flowers, Night and Sky". Under such a leisurely and tranquil sky, enjoying such a bright night, even if there are still many things entangled, people have to deeply feel the beauty of life.

The fireworks bloomed one after another in the night sky, colorful and colorful, sometimes causing cheers from the crowd.Amidst the exciting sound, the night sky was illuminated by fireworks, and the blooming fireworks left beautiful traces in the air, and finally they slid down in the air like a meteor with a long tail.

Mr. Darcy and Caroline were fascinated by such a rare beauty.Unknowingly, the two were gradually separated by the noisy crowd. When Mr. Darcy turned his head to say something to Caroline, he realized that the person beside him was no longer the person he wanted to see.

He hurriedly pushed away the people around him, and searched for that figure in the crowd. People came and went in an endless stream, but Caroline was nowhere to be seen.If Caroline was squeezed away by the crowd, it would be impossible for Caroline to remain silent. The search failed, and an ominous premonition arose in Mr. Darcy's heart.

Even as calm as Mr. Darcy, he could no longer keep his cool.The hands couldn't help curling up tightly, and the veins bulged. This sudden loss of taste and emptiness surged up, making Mr. Darcy exhaust all his strength so as not to panic.

Instead of looking around like a headless chicken in the sea of ​​people, why not go back and contact the Marquis of Rocheshuyal? It is much more efficient to find someone with strength than Mr. Darcy himself.

With a plan in his mind, Mr. Darcy went back to the hotel to start looking for people, and the Marquis of Rocheshuyal quickly started the search of the whole city in cooperation.It seems that the person who took Caroline away did not deliberately conceal his whereabouts, and the Marquis of Rocheshuar soon heard back.Mr. Darcy who received the message*

Caroline woke up from a coma, but she had no strength in her body, and her mind was blank.

When you open your eyes, what you see is the dome of the room and the curtains fluttering by the window, making the whole room look dark and mysterious.

In spite of the terrible headache, Caroline was quite sure that this was not the hotel where she and Mr. Darcy had been staying, nor was it any place she knew.So was she kidnapped?

What would be the first reaction of an ordinary woman when she finds out that she has been kidnapped?Howling?hysteria?Panic?Unfortunately, Caroline's reaction is always unexpected.

I don't know how long she has been in a coma. Caroline only vaguely remembers that she and Mr. Darcy were watching the fireworks in the City Hall Square a moment ago. When the crowd pushed them away, she wanted to keep up with Mr. Darcy, but she suddenly lost consciousness. .Uncomfortably moving, Caroline wanted to sit up, but found that her hands were firmly bound, and there was no support point for movement at all.

"you're awake?"

The man by the window crossed his legs, propped his head on the armrest of the armchair with his right hand, looked at Caroline who was struggling to get up on the bed, and spoke in a flawless manner.

Caroline raised her head abruptly, and couldn't help but widen her eyes to look at the source of the sound.

"It's you!"

The man was sitting in a shadowy corner. Caroline couldn't see his face clearly under the dim light, but she recognized the familiar voice.

Hearing Caroline's questioning, the man laughed softly, and the laughter echoed in the room.Caroline had heard the man's laughter before, it was clear and hearty, but at the moment it sounded like a numbness to the scalp.

"Beautiful lady, it's really a fate, we meet again." After admiring the expression on Caroline's face, the man came out from the shadows. That handsome face seemed to be the "Mr. Boatman" that Caroline had seen before. "!"

"What exactly do you want to do?"

Seeing "Mr. Boatman" approaching, Caroline simply stopped struggling and looked at him warily.

"Ma'am, you don't need to be so nervous, I just invite you to be a guest."

Smiling ironically, Caroline's eyes fell on her tightly bound hands, "Is this your way of hospitality?"

Noticing her hands, the man didn't intend to untie them for Caroline, "As long as Madam doesn't move around at will, it won't hurt you."

The feeling of being looked down upon by others is like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered. Caroline dare not relax at all.

With a cold snort, Caroline said, "What should I call you, Mr. Boatman? Or the Duke of Berry?"

The author has something to say: There is a feeling of writing a collapse... If it is a collapse, please do not spray::>_<::