When Emperor Wu dressed as Darcy's sister

"Dear mother:

I'm sorry to hear the news, but on the bright side, maybe the presence of this cousin might change my father's opinion of that uncle.If the relationship between our two families is restored, this is good news for our family, especially our sisters.

Also, please don't worry about my body.Well-meaning friends at Netherfield have sent Mr. Jones to see me, and I am nothing serious, except for a headache and a sore throat, which will probably be all right in two or three days.

Love you Jane?"

"What! Only two or three days will be enough?" Mrs. Bennet yelled dissatisfiedly, she even put aside the wool in her hands, and raised her chin to signal Lydia to read the letter carefully again, "Jane really Said it would be over in just two or three days? Probably you read it wrong, she must have said two or three weeks!"

Lydia quit. She was willing to read the letter to Mrs. Bennet just to see if Elizabeth’s letter mentioned the bead flower she wanted to give her last time. The limit is reached.

"I'm not mistaken, Jane just said two or three days." Lydia put her hands on her chest and pursed her lips. Elizabeth didn't reply to her letter, let alone give her the pearls she liked. She didn't bother at all. Pick up the folded letter and read it again.

In fact, Mrs. Bennett just complained like this, knowing that she was right, but this did not prevent her from being a little dissatisfied.

"Two or three days. Well, she went to Netherfield the day before yesterday. What can she do these days? Is it enough for Mr. Bingley to propose to her! It's enough to give me a headache!"

Mrs. Bennet picked up the letter herself, and turned it over carefully, trying to make out something more from the thin page.

It has to be said that Mrs. Bennett looked carefully, and a small note in the envelope was revealed after she checked it carefully.

"Look what this is!" Mrs. Bennet happily took it out and waved it in the air as if showing off.

Lydia, who had slipped away, hurried back and shouted impatiently, "Is it Eliza's reply? It must be!"

"Oh, no, it's Jane's." Mrs. Bennett had quickly read the note and replied casually.

"Ha! Jane said that Mr. Bingley is very kind and considerate, and has been taking good care of her these days." Mrs. Bennet was very happy, and she kissed the note again and again with her mouth wide open, and said repeatedly, "Mr. Well, that's great!"

"Of course, it would be much better if Jane could stay at Netherfield for another week or two of illness—I swear, then Mr. Bingley would propose to Jane!"

Mrs. Bennett waved the note triumphantly so that the room could see it clearly.

Mr. Bennett, who had been watching coldly, was unmoved, and turned the pages of the book in his hand, "Perhaps you are not afraid of losing a daughter because of illness, because it was caused by your order to pursue Mr. Bingley." .”

"Just say it, Mr. Bennett! I have the right to take it that you are jealous that you don't have my eyes." Mrs. Bennett was not affected by him at all.

The individual is refreshed, and the hair is full of joy, "I am not worried that Jane will die-no one will die from a little typhoid fever, this is not the Middle Ages!"

"Mr. Bennett, you are just jealous that you don't have such foresight as me." Mrs. Bennett managed to gain the upper hand, and she was naturally complacent. "I'm about to have a son-in-law with an annual income of five thousand pounds. Anything else pleases me!"

"Jealous? If you think so, then I have nothing to say." Mr. Bennett straightened up with his book between his hands and went to the second floor, and soon he heard the sound of the door closing heavily from the upstairs study.

Mrs. Bennet rolled her eyes without manners, but Mr. Bennet couldn't disturb her good mood even if he did this. Anyway, he was always sneering and sarcastic.

She was so happy that she didn't know what to do, and no one came to share it with her. When she turned around and saw Lydia was still standing aside, she simply poured all the joy on her.

Mrs. Bennet hugged Lydia as she did when she was a child. "Kitty, my little Kitty! You look the most like me out of five children!"

"Jane first, then Elizabeth—maybe she'll have to wait a little longer." Mrs. Bennet fantasized about her daughters' weddings, "but you, I must be more reassuring than your sisters, and maybe you will She was the first one to get married!"

Mrs. Bennet turned her arms around Lydia two or three times until her head was dizzy, and then she leaned on the sofa with her shoulders, and the flush of joy on her face had not dissipated.

Lydia puffed out her chest proudly, and sat upright on the sofa.Seeing Mrs. Bennet so happy, she rolled her eyes and thought of an idea.

"Mom, you must have heard that Meryton is coming to 'Red Uniform'!" Lydia put her arms around Mrs. Bennett's arm coquettishly. She will be stationed in Meriton, and she also promised that she will definitely invite me to attend the ball when the time comes!"

"Really!" cried Mrs. Bennet, putting her arms around Lydia's neck affectionately, kissing her back and forth, and laughing recklessly, "I know what you little girls are thinking, 'Red Uniforms are indeed very attractive. When I was your age, I put my mind on these officers almost every day-to be honest, they may not be so attractive in themselves, but wearing them That uniform is really insane!"

"I thought it would be fine if there were a few stupid daughters in the family, but today, I really shouldn't have such expectations of them. After all, their mothers don't look smart either."

Mrs. Bennet had just shared with Liddy the interesting stories of her youth when she heard the voice of Mr. Bennet who had gone and returned.

Mrs. Bennet immediately became angry, and cried out, "What do you mean, Mr. Bennet!"

"I've never met anyone who kept saying their kids were stupid, God behold, I wouldn't think anyone's kids were stupid! They're all so smart!"

"With all due respect, Mrs. Bennett

Too—probably only Lizzie wasn't so stupid, and occasionally had a moment of cleverness.The other kids weren't even remotely smart. "

"It's like you didn't have anything to do with the officers back then," added Mr. Bennett.

"I think you're still jealous." Mrs. Bennet raised her eyebrows, squinting at him with dissatisfaction and complacency, "Are you still angry at the officer who pursued me back then? Oh, no wonder, you know Dad almost asked me to marry him!"

"It's the same now. If there is a colonel with an annual income of five or six thousand pounds who wants to marry my daughter, I will definitely not stop him."

"Nonsense!" cried Mr. Bennet, in rage, too, clattering his shoes on the stairs, and stepping quickly.

He rushed to the small bookshelf next to the sofa like a gust of wind, picked up the newspaper that he hadn't finished reading in the morning, frowned, and rolled it back like a gust of wind—the sound of the door closing this time was louder than last time up.

Mrs. Bennett felt that she had won a battle, and she was beaming with joy—she had never won a fight with Mr. Bennett unless she had a migraine killer!

Lydia was the most eye-catching, and at this moment she quickly took the opportunity to ask Mrs. Bennett, "Mom, give me some change—I'm going to Meryton with Catherine to buy ribbons to decorate my hat and skirt, That goes best with my jewelry and jewelry."

"By the way, let's go to Meryton's officer garrison. I heard that it will be built soon!"

Although Lydia's pocket money had already exceeded the standard this month, and she had borrowed a lot from her two older sisters, Mrs. Bennett was extraordinarily generous at this time, and she fully agreed to her request, but raised an objection.

"Change is fine, I can give you ten shillings, and you go and buy some ribbons and lace—but why is it sea blue? Wouldn't it be better to choose bright yellow?"

"I remember you only have a necklace of imitation pearls and a pendant of citrine. How about a bright yellow ribbon? I saw it at your Aunt Phillips's last time. In Meryton's new ribbon, tender Yellow is the prettiest—and to my darling's pale yellow eyes."

Lydia whimpered and refused, rolling her eyes and coaxing Mrs. Bennet into a daze again.

"No, mother, sea blue is the fashion now! And the blue suits my complexion, look at my arms and neck, how white it is!"

Mrs. Bennet made her happy, and it was not a big deal, so she simply waved her hand generously, "Okay, as long as you like it. I'll give you the money right now, are you going in the afternoon? Or can you Pick one more, I'm going to make a dress for you sisters before Christmas."

"Jane's dress, in particular, must be made by the best tailor in Meryton!" Mrs. Bennet was full of confidence. "I'm not afraid that Mr. Bingley will not be fascinated at the Christmas ball!"

Lydia and Catherine had set off from Longbourne without lunch, and were going to Meryton to buy ribbons, "and to see the cloth for the new dress!" Both were in high spirits.

Netherfield Three

In the suite upstairs, Wu Zhao was also picking out skirts, but they were not fabrics, but designs.

Qing Niang called the four maids who were guarding outside, plus her five people, each pushed a wooden canvas frame, each frame had a design drawing of a new dress on it, ready to go color, and next to it is intimately marked with small characters what jewelry is recommended to match, for selection.

"This is the design drawing of your dress at the Christmas ball that the two gentlemen sent this morning. They said that you should choose it as soon as possible, and you have to measure the size and send it back for customization. If you are late, it may be too late if the road is snowed and frozen. "

Seeing that Wu Zhao nodded silently, Qing Niang hurriedly clapped her hands, motioning for the maids to enter from the cubicle, and lined up in front of the long sofa where Wu Zhao was sitting.

"These five designs were drawn by a London designer invited by Mr. Darcy." Qing Niang introduced, "The style is conservative, but the colors are bright and eye-catching."

"The small disadvantage is that if you choose these, you may have to tuck in your waist. This kind of tutu skirt needs a very thin waist to look good."

As she spoke, Qing Niang signaled the maids to turn the pages of the portfolio, revealing the five pictures at the bottom.

"This is the design drawing that Earl Stuart asked someone to send. It is a rookie designer in Paris." Qing Niang patted the pattern on the canvas, "The style is bold, and there is no such puffy skirt, so it is much more convenient to move."

"But there are also shortcomings," Qing Niang blinked slyly, and smiled, "You are frightfully cold, these clothes are more close-fitting, if you wear them, there is no way to secretly add warm fur knee pads inside."

Wu Zhao couldn't help laughing and scolding her, and threw a shelled peanut at her, "Slippery!"

Qing Niang shrank her neck quickly and hid, still smiling, "Which one do you think is better? We have chosen it so we can get ready."

"If you choose Mr. Darcy's, you have to get ready for the pannier and soft corset. You haven't used them for a long time. Fortunately, you have them. I'm just afraid that I will have to find them to see if they are damaged or cracked."

"If it's His Excellency's, then I'd better put away Da Mao's knee pads."

"You are more anxious than I am!" Wu Zhao said to her with a smile, "Don't be so anxious, you ask them to bring me the second chapter of my brother and the last chapter of Benjado. The two look pretty good."

Qing Niang took down the design drawings from the drawing folder as she said, and asked with her head tilted: "Then don't read the others? I'll let them put them aside? What if you change your mind."

Wu Zhao just nodded, when there was a soft click on the door, Sara twisted the handle and squeezed in through the crack of the door, yelling, "It's so cold, it's so cold! Why is it so cold outside today? If I had known it, I wouldn't have Go pack your bags today!"

"Other places are fine. The space inside the carriage is so small that people can't stretch it out, so I bumped into a bump on my head!" Sara saluted Wu Zhao while shivering from the cold, "But Why don't you open the stove cover, it's always tripping people up!"

Wu Zhao and Qing Niang felt it was funny seeing her like this.

"Go to the fireplace to warm up." Wu Zhao hurriedly told her to warm up, and Qing Niang stepped aside to signal the maids to leave.

Sarah simply sat down on the rug in front of the fireplace, squinted her eyes, and stretched out her hands to warm the fire, "That's why I feel a little hot on my body!"

While she was talking, she suddenly remembered something, and the Qing Niang who hurriedly pulled over asked: "Miss, did you keep that brooch?"

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