When Emperor Wu dressed as Darcy's sister

The platinum-blonde fluffy curly hair was combed back neatly without any mess, except for a faint beauty tip lining the forehead.Wide forehead and square jaw, high nose and deep eyes, two sword-shaped eyebrows shrugging sharply into the temples, eyes are indifferent iron gray, matched with thin lips pursed into a line.

With a wasp waist and monkey back, he has a tall and straight figure. The Flack coat, Keeler vest, trousers and low-heeled leather shoes that have only become popular in the British upper class are tailor-made for him. They fit extremely well and complement his figure.

Wu Zhao looked at the man in front of him with admiration, and couldn't help feeling regretful. If she was in Dazhou, she could still be called into the palace to tell the story. Unfortunately, now that she is in England, she doesn't have the ability to support a lover.

"I haven't asked for my name yet." Wu Zhao's voice was full of undisguised appreciation. Sure enough, the beauty made people feel happy. He just stood there and did nothing, which made Wu Zhao sink for days. I feel much better.

"Stuart, Benedardo Stuart." Stuart put his gentleman's hat between his slender fingers and placed it in front of him, before bowing slightly again.

Darcy added on the side: "Stuart is inherited from Queen Anne's family of the Duke of Walkeri, and the previous king was crowned earl."

"Georgiana Darcy, Your Excellency the Earl." Wu Zhao nodded in return, "Your Excellency's handsomeness is rare in the world, and it makes people forget the world."

Stuart was even more surprised. He straightened up, raised his eyebrows and looked at Wu Zhao, as if wondering that such a teenage girl could speak so bluntly about admiring a man's beauty.

You must know that even those aristocratic ladies in London who are famous for their openness often blushed and shy when they saw him, and at most they just stammered a few seemingly vague hints.

"Miss Darcy seems to be very different from what Brother Ling described."

"Family love always makes people's eyes more beautiful." Wu Zhao smiled at Darcy, "My brother must be beautifying me in front of my friends."

The most distressing thing in Darcy's heart is that Georgiana has not been able to get out of Wickham's shadow, and even committed suicide.

Today's Wu Zhao not only let Darcy breathe a sigh of relief, but also evokes the memories of the laughing time of the two brothers and sisters in Pemberley when their mother was still there.

There was a rare smile on his lips that never faded away.

Hearing what Wu Zhao said, Darcy replied seriously: "Of course not. In my heart, Gina is worthy of all the most beautiful words in the world."

Stuart looked helplessly at the silly brother, and sighed: "It seems that Miss Darcy knows Brother Ling very well."

Wu Zhao didn't answer his words, but instead happily grabbed Darcy's sleeve, slightly lowered her head and pursed her lips, and smiled.

Only then did Stuart see that she had what Darcy described as "introverted and shy".

Mrs. Reynolds stood on one side all the time. Seeing the brother-sister relationship between Wu Zhao and Darcy now, she was relieved a lot.After all, she has always been by Georgiana's side, and she is also somewhat selfish-people at the time believed that whether a lady can marry well depends on the amount of her dowry.

And Miss Darcy's dowry

How much depends entirely on the generosity of his brother.But she has never been close to Mr. Darcy. Even though Mr. Darcy is a gentleman who loves his sister, he will always be sad if things go on like this.

Wouldn't Miss Darcy be wronged by that time?

Mrs. Reynolds, who has been watching her grow up, does not want to see this scene, and she hopes that Miss Darcy can live a prosperous life in the future.

Mrs. Reynolds was feeling relieved when she suddenly heard the voice of the maid at the door, Tracy, "Sir and ladies, dinner is ready!"

"Please go to dinner." Mrs. Reynolds hastily wiped the tears of joy from her face, and introduced to the three with a smile, "The cook from Darcy's Villa was brought from Pemberley Manor. Gate's master wanted to hire her. If she hadn't worked in Darcy's family for more than ten years and was greatly favored by the two Mr. Darcy, she might be invited to Buckingham Palace now! Her Majesty the Queen would also fall in love with her craftsmanship."

Although Wu Zhao knew that this was exaggerated by Mrs. Reynolds, she still couldn't help being curious. She hadn't had a meal since she came here, and she didn't know what the taste of British food was like.

"Since he is the one who claims to be able to cook for the monarch, he must be able to do it even if his cooking skills are not top-notch." Wu Zhao's heart was full of anticipation.

Earlier in the Tang Dynasty, Wu Zhao loved food very much, and it was also because of the food that he was favored by attendants and female officials. The first female official beside her, Qing Niang, was from the Shangshi Bureau, and her cooking skills were extremely superb.

Qing Niang has followed Wu Zhao since she was in the Huguo Temple, and it is not an exaggeration to say that she is a right-hand man and loyal, but she was given a marriage by Wu Zhao later, so she is rarely seen.

"I don't know what will happen to Qingniang after I die, and whether the Zhou family will criticize her." Wu Zhao's thoughts drifted away, and at the end she laughed at herself for worrying, "There are few people in the Zhou family who are older than her, and they are all older than her." The descendants of future generations must not treat Qing Niang badly."

Just as I was thinking wildly, I heard a female voice remind me, "Miss, you should be seated."

Wu Zhao woke up and saw that it was the maid Tracy who had been to her room in the morning.She glanced at Tracy thoughtfully, and smiled at her.

Sure enough, as if she had been greatly encouraged, Tracy stepped forward excitedly and opened the chair for Wu Zhao, "Please, Miss Darcy."

Wu Zhao instinctively felt that this little girl was ambitious, so she couldn't help but secretly remember her. Such an ambitious person would be the best to take advantage of.

The supper was sumptuous--so the housekeeper's wife said.

"In order to welcome the Earl, the cook specially made the most famous delicacy in the East End of London, jelly eel. God bless, the eel in Ramsgate is much better than London. I bet you will like it!"

"Black pudding is also very suitable for the two gentlemen who have come from afar. This can best supplement the physical strength lost on the road."

The introduction by the housekeeper's wife made Wu Zhao eager to try it——Hu Feng was still in the Tang Dynasty, and there was indeed a lot of grilled meat in the diet, and the nobles also liked to eat fish.Wu Zhao herself prefers sour flavors, so today's dinner is simply according to her preference!

She hadn't eaten anything since morning, her stomach was almost flattened from hunger, and she almost couldn't wait to finish her prayers,

I froze the fork first to the eel which smelled slightly sour.

The fish jelly with crystal clear edges trembled on the fork, Wu Zhao slowly moved his arm, and put the whole piece of eel jelly on the fork into his mouth.

!!!

A strong sour smell rushed straight to the forehead!

The transparent jelly-like substance seemed to be boiled with pure vinegar. The eel inside was still wrapped in the fish skin that was not removed at the edge, and it was mixed with the vinegar.The fish meat is soft and has a rotten smell, like, like a dead body that has been placed under the scorching sun for five or six days!

Wu Zhao's fragile stomach, which had been empty for a long time, couldn't stand the blow at all.

She didn't even care about losing her composure, and immediately stood up on the table, ran out of the restaurant desperately, and helped Mrs. Reynolds vomit at the door.

Fortunately, Georgiana hadn't eaten much these days, and what Wu Zhao spit out was sour gastric juice except for the eel jelly just now.

Seeing her reaction so violently, Darcy was taken aback and couldn't sit still. He followed Wu Zhao and asked Mrs. Reynolds, "Didn't you say that Gina didn't hurt her body because of this? What's the matter?" Something happened!"

While panicking, Mrs. Reynolds stretched out her arms and patted Wu Zhao's back repeatedly, while explaining to Darcy in a low voice, "The doctor came to see her, and the lady was just overly frightened—her body is really fine! "

Darcy was angry and anxious, but he didn't care about pursuing Mrs. Reynolds' responsibility. He stepped forward, supported Wu Zhao with his strong arms, and asked worriedly, "Gina, are you okay?"

Wu Zhao just hadn't eaten for a long time. The first time he tasted such a "heavy taste", his fragile stomach couldn't stand the stimulation, and nothing else mattered.

She refused Darcy's offer to go back and rest, insisting on finishing supper.

Darcy helped her sit back at the table.Wu Zhao lowered his head slightly, and said apologetically, "We have a weak stomach, I made you laugh."

Stuart stood up just now and waited for the two of them at the dining table. Hearing this, he nodded and said, "It's understandable. Young ladies are always delicate."

Darcy glanced at Wu Zhao worriedly, and slowly helped her to sit down.Even when he returned to his seat, he still paid attention to her.

Wu Zhao was really hungry, otherwise he wouldn't have insisted on finishing dinner.She didn't care about Darcy, and she swore to herself that the cook must be out of standard, and this eel jelly was so unpalatable!

Having said that, it was only with constant encouragement from the bottom of her heart that she mustered up the courage to pick up the fork again and reach for the black pudding recommended by Mrs. Reynolds—only this time she was more careful and took a small sip.

……

"Very good." Wu Zhao almost gritted his teeth and said this sentence.

Black pudding is made of beef and mutton viscera, blood and fat blocks mixed together, steamed and then fried with a lot of oil.The finished product is dark in color, making it difficult to see what raw materials are inside.

The taste is also very worthy of its practice-the fishy smell is unbearable.

After Wu Zhao tasted it, he almost had the illusion that he was still being troubled by his teacher in Huguo Temple to clean the cowshed and stables!

In the last sliver of hope, she cut a small piece of Sussex pudding—well, sour!

Wu Zhao felt that after tasting this piece of pudding, at least for the next week, she didn't want to smell anything sour again!

The last bit of hope is also dashed...

This dinner Wu Zhao ate was tasteless.Even the main course steak that came up was unprocessed, accompanied by the bright red bloodshot is the unmistakable smell of beef.She ate the mashed potatoes as a side dish in big mouthfuls and suppressed the desire to rush out and continue to vomit.

She hoped that the cook was really not good enough, so this dinner was so difficult to describe.So during the dinner, he looked up at Darcy and Stuart many times, trying to find evidence of the failure of the meal from their faces.

It must be because the cook is not well educated, and this meal is so unpalatable that both people and gods are angry!

It's a pity that Darcy and Stuart not only didn't change their faces, they even praised the deliciousness and richness of the dinner many times, especially the black pudding. Stuart praised the chef's skills much better than the famous chefs he had in London .

Wu Zhao felt sorry for the queen here.

Victoria is much more pitiful than me, at least she won't brag about such unpalatable food as gourmet food.If the female official of Shangshi Bureau dares to bring such smelly and unpleasant food to the imperial court, I will definitely chop off her head!

Dinner was a long ordeal.Wu Zhao almost watched the maids take down the last dessert with gratitude, and rushed to her living room in such an urgent and flustered footsteps for the first time—she really didn’t want to be in this restaurant full of sour and fishy smells again for a moment. Sit down!

"Huh—" After arriving at the living room on the second floor, Wu Zhao quickly let go of her breath-holding nose, opened her mouth to breathe heavily, and a little bit of salty seaside air filled her limbs and bones. Climbed out again.

Wu Zhao flung himself weakly on the cushioned sofa by the window, listening to the rumbling belly sounds, he missed Qing Niang very much at this moment, and even more missed the delicious food that Qing Niang's skillful hands often brought up...

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