Grasp the farming script in the famous book

Mr. Darcy hosted a luncheon at Pemberley, especially for those friends who had fled the big cities for the summer in Derbyshire.

Of course Elizabeth and Gardner were also invited.

Elizabeth met a few old friends here—Mrs. Hurst and Miss Bingley, who had always been at odds with her, were here.Both of them were a little surprised by Elizabeth's appearance.

But the appearance of Mr. Bingley soon made Elizabeth forget these people.

When Mr. Bingley saw Elizabeth, he was surprised at first, and then he came up to shake hands with her warmly, and greeted her family, especially her sister, the eldest lady of the Bennet family.

"My sister has been in London this spring."

Elizabeth unceremoniously revealed the past.

In fact, there was another troublesome matter in her mind, the matter of Jane and Bingley, which she no longer wanted to dwell on.

If the matter of their little sister cannot be properly resolved, Jane and Bingley... I am afraid that there is no relationship.

"Yes……"

Mr. Bingley was very embarrassed, "I only found out after the fact that Ling Jie lived in London for a while, if I knew at that time..."

Mr. Bingley turned to look at his sister.

Elizabeth sighed secretly.

To be so easily manipulated by those around him - a lovely flaw.

At this time, Mr. Darcy came in from the outside, and Miss Bingley appeared beside him immediately.

"My dear Mr. Darcy, what gave you the idea of ​​calling this luncheon today?"

Miss Bingley naturally took Mr. Darcy's arm, and asked in a particularly lively tone: "I always thought you would wait until Georgiana came back before inviting everyone."

Taking the opportunity of turning around, Mr. Darcy quietly pulled his arm away, saying: "Today's lunch meeting is to welcome Georgiana back."

"Oh, Mr. Darcy, you are such a sweet brother—Georgiana is only returning to Pemberley, and you have arranged for her such a welcome. If Charles is half as sweet as you..."

Mr. Darcy smiled and said frankly: "On the one hand, I want to introduce Miss Elizabeth Bennet to Georgiana, and on the other hand, Georgiana brought a friend of hers to this trip. Friends come with me. I think that this welcome ceremony will be more suitable for her-Georgiana's friend."

Miss Bingley overturned the bottle of vinegar before she finished listening to these words: she felt sour when she heard that Mr. Darcy was going to introduce his sister to Elizabeth.

But at the end, Miss Bingley realized that there was another "she" who was about to appear with Georgiana.

Mr. Darcy also seems to take "her" very seriously.

Miss Bingley immediately took pleasure in other's misfortunes, and she wanted to know who was more valued by Mr. Darcy, Elizabeth or this mysterious "guest".

The weather was fine and the luncheon was held in the open air.

Just in the middle of the event, the sound of carriages and horses was heard in the distance.Several carriages drove into the Pemberley Manor at a leisurely pace, approaching the garden where the guests were.

Mr. Darcy looked happy: "Sister Sister has arrived."

He stretched out his arm to Elizabeth: "Would you like to meet my sister with me?"

Elizabeth nodded slightly, and gently took Pemberley's master in her arms without saying a word.

Her hands were shaking slightly, revealing her nervousness or loss.Darcy turned his face away, comforted Elizabeth with his eyes, and encouraged her to take courage.

Seeing that Miss Darcy's carriage had arrived, all the guests gathered together to welcome her.

Miss Bingley sighed: "Such a big battle really reminds me of Netherfield Manor last time..."

It was the same at Netherfield last time, a new guest arrived in the middle of the dance, and it attracted a lot of attention.

Mr. Bingley glanced at his sister with dissatisfaction, as if he felt that she "lifted whichever pot is not open".Miss Bingley then fell silent.

In the distance, Pemberley's porter rushed to open the door for Miss Darcy's carriage.

Under the watchful eyes of all, Miss Darcy stepped out of the carriage.

"Georgiana is as pretty as ever!" said Miss Bingley, standing so far away that Georgiana's face could not be seen clearly, and she made it a point to tell her brother.

Unexpectedly, the next moment, another young lady stepped out of the carriage.

All the guests suddenly felt dazzled: which one is Miss Darcy?

Two young women stood side by side in front of the carriage and looked towards the guests together.

In the eyes of the guests, they are almost the same height. From a distance, they even have similar appearances, but their temperaments are very different, and each has its own advantages:

One is reserved and shy, like a lily blooming quietly in the morning; the other is bright and warm, like a rose blooming under the sun, delicate and unrestrained.

Mr. Darcy accompanied Elizabeth a few steps towards the carriage.

Elizabeth seemed incredulous when she saw the person coming.She couldn't help but took two steps forward, looked at the guests beside Miss Darcy, and then turned her head to look at Mr. Darcy beside her.

Mr. Darcy nodded encouragingly at her.

Elizabeth immediately let go of his arms, raised her skirt, and ran quickly towards the guests.

The girl beside Miss Darcy did not hesitate either.She opened her arms and ran to Elizabeth, calling out, "Lizzie—"

In a blink of an eye, the two had come to each other.Elizabeth desperately opened her arms to embrace the visitor: "Sister, my good sister, it's great that you are safe and sound!"

This scene fell into the eyes of the guests, and people were already stunned.

Miss Bingley opened her mouth wide, and it took a long time before she said to her elder brother, "Who did I think...that came with Georgiana, but...the youngest one, Miss Bennett?"

three days ago.

In Mrs. Young's living room, Wickham danced with his arms around Roland's slender waist.

The atmosphere was very warm. In the middle of the dance, Wickham embraced Roland and turned to the side of the wall. He suddenly stretched out a hand and squeezed Roland to the wall, supporting the wall with his hand.The two faced each other, eye to eye.

"My beauty, have you decided?"

"Continue acting with me, or simply retire?"

"Don't move...I won't do anything to you."

"But this way, the audience likes it!"

While speaking, he moved closer, and the two could clearly hear each other's breathing.

Roland was almost overwhelmed by Wickham:

"You have been in the 'Plane of Overlord' for a long time before, so you feel that the audience likes these things!"

Wickham corrected with a smile: "It's the 'Long Aotian' plane."

Roland: ...

"Don't young girls love these scenes of you and me, pink bubbles?"

"Don't you all like duplicity, don't talk about it, but be honest with your body?"

"Don't be afraid..."

Wickham moved his hands and gently took off the long gloves that Roland had been wearing all the time.

Unexpectedly, what he was holding was not a slender catkin. The hand was well-proportioned and slender, but there was a thin layer of calluses on the pads of the fingers and the palm.

——Sure enough, it's an old hat from the farming plane!

Wickham evaluated secretly in his heart.

But for his plan, Wickham still put on a look of blurred eyes, slowly lowered his eyes, lowered his head and approached, as if he wanted to kiss Fangze.

"Don't be afraid...you should understand that what we have to experience together is rooted in the origin of our lives...you are not a lady in the 18th century, you are a modern woman, and you should pursue it more bravely and passionately... ..."

Roland had a long glove removed, and her back was pressed tightly against the wall of the living room. In order to avoid touching Wickham, she could barely move.

But that didn't stop her from thinking:

When Wickham mentioned the source of life, she immediately thought of the boundless and fertile land, where the high-yield crops are blooming and bearing fruit rapidly;

What she expects most is to forge a deep friendship while fighting side by side, and to celebrate together regardless of each other when harvesting;

What makes her happiest is that in this plane, the people around her, those she loves and those who love her, become better every day because of her hard work and inspiration...

No one can define "desire" and "happiness" for her.

Similarly, no one can force to accept someone she doesn't love, not even the author, the plane, or the producer.

Roland made a decision at this moment:

"To hell with you 'Long Aotian'!"

She suddenly kicked up and landed in someone's arms.

"Long Aotian" never expected that Roland would make a fuss at this time. When the pain was unbearable, he squatted down on the spot while clutching his crotch.

"You... are so cruel..."

Roland smiled: "Mr. Wickham, this is also for your own good - this plane is for all age groups, the kick you just suffered will be mosaiced throughout, the audience will not see it, and it will not damage your body." 'Perfect image'."

"And I——believe that the plot will always serve the character. I am such a woman. There is no love and affection in my mind. It is absolutely impossible to get out of this plot of being infatuated with you and elope with you!"

Mr. Wickham raised his head in pain: "You... female rascal..."

Roland raised the corner of his mouth: "This is a lesson for you, to remind you that we are in the plane of arrogance, not the plane of 'The Scarlet Letter', let alone 'Tess of the D'Urbervilles'1!"

She rummaged through the living room quickly, trying to find her handbag, which contained some change, and the travel documents she needed to get home.

"No...it's useless, you are destined to elope with me-this is a must, a must-play plot..."

Mr. Wickham leaned on the sofa beside him and stood up unsteadily.

"Everything that can prove your identity was thrown away by Mrs. Young—you have no money either..."

"When Mrs. Young brought you here, she made a point of saying hello to the neighbors and carriage dealers, and told them you were 'Mrs. Wickham'!"

"Your relatives and friends will receive a letter from you informing them that you have eloped with me—"

"You can't move an inch without me..."

"Miss, I don't seem to have told you that you are no longer in London, you are in Epsom, south of London. You have no one here, you have only me..."

Roland stopped suddenly, and she heard a voice outside the door: it was Mrs. Younger, who seemed to have stopped and greeted the neighbors.

This delay gave Roland a last chance. She quickly surveyed the terrain of the house, left Wickham immediately, and opened the door leading to the garden behind the house in a flash.

In the moonlight, the small garden was surrounded by a hedge as high as a man, and between the hedges was a small wooden door with a latch.

Roland reached out and tried: Yes!

She pushed the latch, and in a flash, she had already slipped out from behind the garden and escaped into the vast night.

It was late at night, and Roland thought to himself: Wickham can't be regarded as completely useless—at least he has a point. Even in the plane, she still needs to eat and drink to ensure her physical strength.

The last time she ate was in the publisher's bookstore, where she took a sip or two of water and a small biscuit.

Now she does feel the need to conserve her strength.

According to Wickham, she is now in Epsom, a small town south of London.

Roland heard from his uncle, Mr. Gardner, that the town is a tourist attraction and is famous for its well-equipped racecourse.In summer, people come here in droves from the city of London to watch the horse races, and then attend the endless feasts and dinners.

Roland left the block where Mrs. Younger's cottage was located as quickly as possible, and came to the center of town.

The racecourse is on one side of the town center, and the other side is still lit, which is the only carriage and horse shop in the town.

The lights of the car and horse lane were still on. Roland looked there for a moment, then immediately turned around and walked in the opposite direction:

Wickham must be keeping an eye on this dealership, and she's... penniless, not even a silver pin of any value.

She guessed that the largest hotel in the town should be near the racetrack.Sure enough, Roland found it soon.

Roland was not so stupid as to go directly to the hotel, but slipped in through the side door of the hotel and went to the stables there.

Roland walked through the stables, and the stage horses greeted her with snorts.

At the end of the stable she saw the groom of the inn.The middle-aged man picked up a thick pile of hay with a rake, and asked Roland what he wanted from the side of his eyes.

"My lady left a handbag in the carriage and sent me to fetch it."

The groom turned his head and pouted in another direction.

"Thank you!" Roland followed the instructions and found the place where the guest carriage was stored in the hotel.

Roland patted the door of one of them lightly, but it was not locked.

She climbed into the carriage and felt that it was a four-wheeled carriage for ladies. There was a faint fragrance in the carriage, not the smell of cologne, but the fragrance of real flowers.

Roland was soothed by this faint smell.Her tense nerves finally began to relax.

At the end of this long day, Roland finally found this small piece of shelter—she was so tired that she curled up on the velvet-wrapped seat in the carriage and fell asleep...

When the car moved, Roland woke up.

With the sound of hoofbeats, she realized that the carriage had been harnessed to the horses and was heading in an unknown direction.

It was dimly lit in the compartment.

Perhaps it was because the curtains hanging on the windows were all down that the coachman didn't realize that there was such a "fish that slipped through the net" in the carriage.

Roland gently opened a corner of the curtains of the carriage, just in time to see the carriage driving towards the main entrance of the hotel, apparently to pick up someone there.

Roland shrunk his body and tried to stick to the door of the car, so that when the door was opened, people outside the car would not notice that there was another person in the car.

Soon, the car stopped, and a middle-aged woman asked loudly, "Why are the curtains on the car hanging down?"

Another delicate and shy female voice sounded, and she said softly: "It's okay, can't we open it after we get in the car?"

Immediately the door opened, and a tall and slender girl entered the compartment.

Roland's eyes were sharp and his hands were quick. When the other party came in with his head bowed, he suddenly pulled her towards him, asked her to sit down, stretched out his hands, covered his mouth, stretched out his feet, and closed the car door...all in one go.

The girl was caught off guard, and before she could make a sound, someone covered her mouth. Immediately afterwards, a similarly young female voice sounded beside her ears: "Don't shout! No malicious intentions! Please help me!"

……

The governess outside the car door just felt baffled.

As soon as my lady entered the carriage, she suddenly closed the door.The curtains of the windows were not drawn either.

Fortunately, this situation changed after a while: the car door opened again leisurely, and the lady's voice sounded: "Mrs. Rogers, please come in too!"

The tutor shook his head, didn't think about anything else, and lowered his head into the carriage...

Facing the two young ladies sitting side by side, she was extremely surprised: "Georgianna, what's going on?"

……

"Georgiana?"

Roland turned to look at the shy little girl beside her - she seemed to be a child who was always cared for by others. Although she was already 16 years old, she was tall and beautiful, but compared with Roland, she was still very A child was looking at Roland timidly at the moment.

Even so, the female governess sitting across from the two of them, because of the little girl's authority, did not dare to ask Roland's origin in detail, and could only look at Roland repeatedly with suspicious eyes.

Roland nodded decisively to Mrs. Rogers.

At last the governess spoke: "Coachman, let's go!"

As soon as the carriage body moved, the sound of hooves followed.

Roland breathed a sigh of relief: No one realized that there was already an extra person in the car.

She then said softly: "Miss, your Christian name is Georgiana? May I ask your last name..."

This name, this appearance that somewhat resembles her own, had to remind her of something a certain gentleman once mentioned...

Unexpectedly, before she finished her question, the carriage stopped again.

A voice sounded from outside the carriage: "Excuse me, may I ask who are the people in the carriage?"

—It was Wickham's voice.

Wickham actually found this place, stopped her on the way from Epsom, and asked to check the carriage?

Roland was very nervous.

She wasn't sure if the pair of master and servant she met by chance were willing to protect her, or...whether they had the ability to protect her.

Unexpectedly, the girl beside her was even more nervous than her. Georgiana almost shrank into a ball, hugged Roland's arm tightly, and cried softly:

"It's him, it's him—"

Roland: ...?What's going on?

She wasn't afraid yet, why did the other party cry first?

The little girl hugged Roland's arm, which made Roland feel a desire to protect.Don't say that there is only a fierce Long Aotian outside, even if there is really a powerful enemy outside, she is still willing to protect the frightened and trembling little girl beside her.

"Miss Darcy, Miss Darcy . . . what's the matter with you?"

The anxious voice of Mrs. Rogers confirmed Roland's guess—everything in the world is written by coincidence, let alone in the plane.

This time Roland got into Miss Georgiana Darcy's carriage by mistake.

What she met was Mr. Darcy's own sister.

And Georgiana was in such a state of fright when she heard Mr. Wickham's voice.

A flash of light flashed in Roland's mind: she remembered the ball at Netherfield, and remembered that when Mr. Darcy saw Wickham, he mistook himself for Georgiana.

Roland suddenly thought of a possibility:

Wickham keeps saying that his "must go plot" is "elopement".

This "elopement" may not only elope with Miss Bennett, but also elope with Mr. Darcy's own sister.

This would explain all Mr. Darcy's abnormalities.

Roland came to a conclusion: she and Georgiana need to face this predicament together.