The time to meet the king was longer than they had imagined.

After seeing His Majesty, Mary and Kitty felt a little embarrassed.

His Majesty the King gently encouraged them, and asked them in detail the reason and process of creating this "Nong Shu" with great interest, and encouraged them to continue to work hard, and they can publish the second and third editions in the future .

"I can assure you that after this book is officially released, the gardeners of Buckingham Palace and St. James's Palace will definitely have a copy."

"That's great."

Even Kitty, who was the most nervous and restrained at first, forgot that she was in front of the king, blurted out, and then regretted it so much that she quickly covered her mouth with her hand, but stuck out her tongue secretly.

Even the king was amused. He closed the book and said to Mary and Kitty, "Miss, may I have a private word with your sister?"

"Of course... Your Majesty!"

Mary suddenly remembered to use honorifics when answering, so she hurriedly added it.

The two Miss Bennetts bowed together and left the audience hall.

Before leaving, Mary and Kitty did not forget to turn their heads, and winked at Roland, reminding her not to forget the mission of "licensed marriage license".

Roland faced the king alone.

"Miss Bennett, as early as half a year ago, I wanted to call you into the palace for an audience."

"Is that so?...Your Majesty." Roland also remembered to use honorifics.

"Yes."

"At first, I wanted to summon it because of the 'toll road'. After the senior consultant heard about it, it was a new anecdote at first."

"Girls use their own dowry in exchange for the right to charge fees. There are not many young girls with such a vision."

His Majesty's voice was gentle, and his manner of speaking was a little like Mr. Bennett's.

"But if you just put in £[-], do nothing, and wait for the value to rise - maybe I wouldn't even think of calling you."

"You're trying to appease the people who've been affected by the building of the road."

"Many people are keen on building roads, but not everyone thinks about the impact of these changes on ordinary people. The small village where your home is located just provides a sample for those who study these changes."

Roland suddenly realized.

It turned out that she was able to win the favor of His Majesty the King, and it started from that "toll road" - it should be called "good luck road".

"Afterwards, I ordered someone to check what you had done, and after a search, I found out that it was terrible. It turns out that all the fresh truffles that can be tasted in the palace come from your property."

"I'm afraid it's more than just truffles..." Roland said with a smile, and then realized that he had forgotten the honorific, so he quickly added, "Your Majesty."

The business development of her ingredients line in London is going well.Although Roland had never personally managed the business in London, she had seen the business card of the head of purchasing at Buckingham Palace in the office, so she knew that half of the "Three Yellow Chickens of Meryton" were sold to the palace.

"That's true," His Majesty the King shook his head slightly, looked at Roland with a slightly troubled look, and said, "I hope you can give a little discount to big purchasers like the palace in the future."

I didn't expect His Majesty the King to worry about this.

Roland almost laughed, but quickly held back, nodded and said, "Okay, Your Majesty."

"Then I heard that you got a patent..."

"His Majesty……"

When Roland heard this, he felt a little embarrassed.

"Actually, I'm not..."

"So you prevent others from squatting and high-value authorization."

"Young lady, you really impress me."

His Majesty the King looked at her with a lot of admiration.

"Of course, what finally made me decide to summon you was the publication of this "Practice of Agriculture, Animal Husbandry and Horticulture." His Majesty the King raised the book in his hand.

"Ability and willingness to change are both excellent qualities. What is even more commendable is willingness to share."

"Thank you very much, Miss Bennett."

Roland guessed that the king's words should be about the same, so he hurriedly asked a question:

"Your Majesty, in fact, our sisters... have an unkind request. I wonder if you, as the leader of the church in England, can do us a favor... Your Majesty."

"Is it the marriage between Lingjie and another gentleman?" The king responded with a smile after hearing this.

Roland was overjoyed and nodded quickly.

Could it be that Mr. Fletcher's teacher had already greeted the king in advance and mentioned their sister's appeal?

"No, I can't decide this." The king pointed out to Roland, "Go out through this passage and pass through a door. There, you can meet someone who has the ability to decide."

"Thank you very much... Your Majesty!"

Roland hastily curtseyed, ready to leave.

And this kind king, before she left, did not forget to encourage her again:

"You are the first woman to be summoned by the king for 'farming'. Good luck."

Roland followed the passage indicated by the king, and soon came to a gate.

The corridor was empty, and the royal courtier who had led her into the hall earlier was nowhere to be seen.

Roland hesitated a little, wondering if he should push the door in by himself.

—Who is she going to see?Queen Mother?Or the Archbishop?

But for Darcy and Elizabeth, who would she dare not meet?

Thinking of this, Roland reached out decisively and knocked lightly on the door twice. Hearing that there was no movement inside, he made his own decision, pushed the door open with a "squeak", and walked in.

This is a small hall with a completely different layout from those in the palace.The walls are not covered with bright and shiny satin wall coverings, but half-old wallpapers with small florals.

There was no luxurious chandelier hanging straight down in the hall, and there was a writing desk near Roland. In addition to ink and a quill, there was also a small oil lamp on the desk.

Next to the oil lamp, there was a small rattan basket, which contained needles, two balls of wool, and a piece of unidentifiable clothing.

Strong light came in from the window.

Roland was in the dark and had not yet adapted to such strong light.She only vaguely felt that there was a figure standing in front of the window at the moment, but she couldn't see it clearly at all.

"Excuse me……"

Roland asked.

"Miss Lydia Bennett."

The person by the window turned around and pronounced her name in one gulp.

It's a woman's voice, gentle, but every pronunciation is very powerful.

"you are……"

Roland turned his head, trying to avoid the strong light from affecting her vision.

"I'm sorry... I made you suffer an unfair fate."

The woman walked slowly towards Roland.

Gradually, Roland could see her appearance clearly—it was by no means a court lady. She was dressed like the people in Meryton Town, wearing a sandy skirt and a light gray ribbon around her waist...

Her appearance is not outstanding, her facial features are not three-dimensional and distinct, and there are inconspicuous fine lines crawling around the corners of her eyes.

Look at her attire again, this is... an old lady.

Roland suddenly felt that his heart resonated with the other party.

Suppressing the excitement in her heart, she strode forward and asked:

"Are you...the author himself?"

Just ask, who else can give life to the character, but watch her go to an unsatisfactory ending...Only the author can express such emotion.

It was I who made you suffer an unfair fate.

"No, no, no...you didn't," Roland was suddenly moved, and she shook her head vigorously.

"I have lived a very happy and fulfilling life with you. I have experienced family affection and friendship, and I have also felt satisfied in one success after another."

"I'm sorry for what Wickham has done to you—he has a habit of deceiving good souls. And your personality is too bold for my pen to manage."

The woman walked towards Roland step by step.

"But, how much I envy you in my heart—"

"Marry love...they all say it's a joke..."

The woman had already approached, and Roland clearly saw the sparkling tears in her eyes.

"No, this is definitely not a joke." Roland shook his head vigorously, "Don't you know that after hundreds of years, everyone, whether male or female, already enjoys the freedom of love and marriage..."

"Although they can't help but care about every detail, family background and dowry have never disappeared from the dictionary when talking about marriage, but...you know what? We are free."

"We can marry whoever we like."

"If you really don't like it, you can also turn around and leave."

"It doesn't mean we're going to play with marriage, but it gives us the power to choose: to marry, or not to marry."

She hopes that everyone can see hope, even if such an era will not come until 200 years later.

"You are a good boy," the woman stepped forward and took Roland's hands. "You have a kind heart, and your words comforted me—"

"But I still admire you for your courage to risk everything... To throw everything away and pursue what I love is something I always wanted to do but never could do... 1"

Roland also felt his eyes sore when he heard this.

She understood that the author in front of her was not talking to herself, but to the lawless, ignorant, and willful Lydia Bennett in that book.

She was suddenly able to understand the author, who criticized the marriage of Lydia Bennett and George Wickham as a "bad" marriage, and Lydia's elopement as a disaster for the family , the irresponsible behavior that involves all the sisters——

In her heart, she also understood that it was because of love, because of enthusiasm, and because of being suppressed.

It's just that she saw the terrible consequences, and she felt the need to write out the bloody reality to warn the girls in the world who, like her, had romantic fantasies:

The price is too high - if it is really just a momentary enthusiasm, then you... just let it go.

"Do you know?"

Roland also held the woman's hand tightly, "I come from an oriental country, where there is a saying called 'If you are poor, you will be alone; if you are rich, you will benefit the world'. Everyone has room to work hard."

"Everyone in this society must undoubtedly act within the framework of conventions; but each of us, every bit of effort we put in, will eventually change the society we live in."

"If one generation can't do it, then the efforts of several generations will definitely see results."

"In fact, there will be many 'me' characters in the decades after you."

Like the author, the "I" in Roland's mouth is also referring to Lydia Bennett in the original work.

"They are as naive as 'me', as imaginative as 'me', and even took the same irreversible step as the original 'me'..."

"However, the reader's reaction is different. They are no longer spurned by thousands of people, and they are no longer considered 'bad women'. On the contrary, they have received sympathy, pity and pity from people, and their struggle has been understood. They raise questions and drive more and more of the same people to try to find answers... This may be the meaning of this type of 'personality'."

In the publisher's hut earlier, she "catch up" various works in the century after "Ao Pian" came out, and also witnessed the fate of various characters.

"Really?" the woman asked tremblingly, tears rolling down her cheeks.

"I wish you could see all this with your own eyes, like me."

Roland held each other's hand tightly, and she hoped that the author, like her, could see hope.

"I hope you will be happy. You have left us an extremely pleasing work and become a classic-but it will not be eternal. The people and things in the story will change as time goes by."

"'I've never been a bad woman to the core, and my fate is in my own hands, so I never have any complaints against you."

"Thank you," the woman patted Roland's hand lightly, repeating, "Thank you, good boy!"

"But you will surely make Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth happy, won't you?"

Roland suddenly remembered her "mission", which is the most important purpose of her trip!

"Good boy, look, what is this?"

The woman took Roland's hand and turned to the door with her.

Roland suddenly felt dizzy.She felt the woman beside her let go of her hand—she was immediately in a different scene.

The bells of the church are ringing, and the surrounding scenery changes rapidly.The original country cottage-like shabby room disappeared, and in a blink of an eye it was already an altar.

Mr. Darcy, standing beside Elizabeth at the altar, made the most solemn oath.

What followed were flower petals sprinkled into the air, applause and cheers from the guests, and Mrs. Bennett weeping with joy.

Roland turned his head to look around, and in an instant he saw the faces of his sisters, relatives, friends, and neighbors.

But she still wants to look for it again.

Sure enough, in an inconspicuous corner of the church, Roland found the gentle face she was facing just now.

The author of "Pride and Prejudice", Jane Austen, stood in a corner behind the altar, giving her a slight nod and a very gratified smile.

"Notice: There is still 5 minutes left for the players to leave the plane."

这行通知从未在罗兰眼前消失,而“5分钟”的字样随即变成了“4:59”“4:58”……这样的倒计时。

At this time, the newlyweds had already said goodbye to everyone, and were about to board the carriage and head for Pemberley.

Mr. Darcy and Elizabeth were going to Pemberley first, to rest there, and then go to the Lake District for their honeymoon.

Aunt Gardner was beside Roland and sighed with relief: "It's a good thing I didn't take Elizabeth to the Lake District!"

Unexpectedly, before getting into the carriage, Mr. Darcy suddenly remembered something, greeted his wife, turned around and ran towards Roland in a hurry.

"Lydia... little sister," Mr. Darcy said apologetically, looking at Roland, "you have helped us a lot, without you, the archbishop would not approve our 'special marriage license'; but I have been busy recently It's too far, and I actually forgot what you told me..."

"You said that there is one thing that needs my help."

Roland twitched again, "Actually, it's not a big deal..."

The countdown in front of her eyes was still beating "2:48" and "2:47".

"No, if you don't tell me what you want to entrust to me, I can't go on my honeymoon with peace of mind, little sister."

Mr. Darcy, looking into Roland's eyes, spoke with singular sincerity.

"It's actually a very small thing."

Although Roland felt so embarrassed, in order to live up to the reminder of her agent cat, he took out a small note from the handbag and handed it to Mr. Darcy.

"You... please do me this little favor as said above, okay?"

Mr. Darcy unrolled the scroll, much to his surprise.

"You don't need to be in front of me. It's not too late to talk after you leave."

At this time, Roland, who had always been calm and reserved, was suddenly so shy that he almost wanted to cover his cheek with his hand.

How could she ask Mr. Darcy herself to ask him to help her vote? ——How embarrassing it is!

That's why she came up with this method, and wrote down on the note what she wanted Mr. Darcy to say.

"Thank you!"

Roland made a gesture of please. She has entered the last minute countdown in this plane, and the final result depends entirely on Mr. Darcy's performance.

Mr. Darcy felt that this was indeed an extraordinary request, but since it was requested by Roland, he had no reason to refuse.

So he took the little note in his hand and turned back to the carriage.

Before boarding the carriage, Mr. Darcy looked back again, only to find that Roland was no longer where she had been.

"What do you want my little sister to do for you?"

In the carriage, Elizabeth looked at her husband with a smile.

"She handed me a little note and told me to do what it said, and she did her a huge favor."

"What's written on it?"

Elizabeth looked out curiously.

"Please evaluate the Miss Lydia Bennett in your mind truthfully, parentheses, adding a few words of praise will never damage your objectivity and fairness."

After Elizabeth finished reading, she couldn't help but burst out laughing: "As always, there are spelling mistakes!"

It turned out that Roland was really embarrassed, and asked Mr. Darcy to help her "canvass votes", but asked for a relatively objective "evaluation" - this was also because she believed that her performance in this plane would definitely impress the protagonist. Very impressed...

Of course, it must be a pretty good impression.

Elizabeth slyly took Mr. Darcy's hand, and asked: "Then let me hear, what do you think of my little sister?"

Mr. Darcy pretended to be thinking: "Miss Lydia Bennett..."

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