Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

Netherfield, Bingley and Darcy stood at the open door of the guest room, while Mrs. Horst and Miss Bingley sat around the bed, looking worriedly at the sleepy Jane.

"God, Jane is so sick, what should I do?" His gray-blue eyes were teary, and his face was full of helplessness.

"She's already taken her medicine, and if she doesn't improve tomorrow, I think you should call the doctor to see her again. Also, be sure to send a letter to the Bennetts to let them know exactly what's going on." Darcy said. said carefully.If you get sick this season, there will be big problems if you don't get it right.

"Yes, they should know." Mrs. Hurst walked out of the room and lowered her voice. "If something happens to Miss Bennett in Netherfield, we will not be able to explain it."

Miss Bingley closed the door, her sad expression brought a bit of dissatisfaction, "God, she actually came here on horseback in this weather, her intentions are too obvious! I really can't make fun of my body in order to pursue a man." Understand her thoughts."

Darcy frowned, with a look of disgust in his eyes.

Not only was Bingley not angry, but a sense of sweetness welled up in his heart, and he defended Jane, "The weather is so unpredictable that she must not have expected it. Well, let's go and let her sleep quietly for a while. I have to give Bei The Nate family wrote."

The letter was sent, and the next morning, a distraught Elizabeth knocked on Netherfield's door.When the housekeeper led her into the living room, she received everyone's attention.

"You alone?" Darcy's eyes searched behind her.

His tone was cold, his attitude was alienated, and his deep eyes were extremely oppressive, which made Elizabeth feel very uncomfortable.Obviously, in his heart, he is a persona non grata.Elizabeth got angry and tugged at the hem of her skirt to cover her muddy shoes.

"Please come in, Miss Elizabeth. I didn't expect you to come so soon!" Bingley greeted him warmly.

"Excuse me, Mr. Bingley, how is Jane?" She deliberately ignored Darcy and asked anxiously.

"She's upstairs, and the fever hasn't subsided. The doctor is diagnosing her right now." Bingley explained while leading Elizabeth upstairs.

In the guest room, Mrs. Horst and Miss Bingley were standing beside the bed. The doctor was taking Jane's temperature, and his frowning showed his pessimism.

"I increased the dose of medicine for her. If the fever still doesn't subside today, there's nothing I can do about it." After looking at the thermometer, the doctor walked out of the room and said to Bentley in a low voice.

Bentley grimaced.

Elizabeth held Jane's hand tightly, her eyes flushed.The maid came in with a basin of cold water, and she immediately took the handkerchief and put it on Jane's forehead.After sitting with Jane for a few minutes, she found that Jane had fallen into a coma again, so she whispered to Bingley, "I'm very sorry, Mr. Bingley, for causing you trouble."

"No, it was an accident, and no one could have expected it." Bentley waved his hand.

Mrs. Horst and Miss Bingley echoed each other with such sincerity in their tone.

Elizabeth was even more ashamed in her heart. She knew that this was not an accident, but a premeditated plan.Jane fell ill, and my mother got her wish.Seeing Darcy's clear gaze in depression, her shame turned into shame and anger.Even if we were wrong, and Jane was so ill, couldn't Mr. Darcy show a little sympathy?His cruelty is unbearable!

Elizabeth held her breath, barely maintained a smile and sent everyone out of the room.

An hour later, Jane's high fever not only didn't subside, but worsened again, lying on the bed and whispering in a daze.

Elizabeth was startled, ran downstairs in a panic, and shouted to Bingley, "Mr. Bingley, Jane's situation is very bad, can you send someone to deliver a letter to Mary? She has a way!"

She remembered that she also had a high fever, and it was Mary who gave her a sweet and astringent potion to save her.As long as Mary is here, all disasters will pass!

"Shouldn't a doctor be called?" Miss Bingley was the first to rise to object.

"Housekeeper, send someone to deliver a message to Miss Mary." Darcy ordered decisively.

Miss Bingley sat back indignantly.

In the Bennett family's horse farm, after listening to the message, Mary took off the kerchief on her head, searched the grass outside the horse farm for a while, pulled out a few grasses and stuffed them into the pocket of her apron, and untied the reins of a horse facing inward. Thurfield gallops.

Seeing Miss Mary who disappeared like lightning, the servant who delivered the message was a little dumbfounded.

Bingley and Darcy stood at the second-floor window from which they could see the path leading to the Bennett house.

"How long will it take for Miss Mary to arrive?" Bingley asked worriedly.

"Walk for an hour, drive for half an hour, and ride a horse for about 10 minutes." Darcy replied blankly.

Bingley took out the pocket watch in his coat pocket, looked at it, and lamented, "Oh, time flies so slowly!"

At this moment, there was the sound of hoofbeats not far away, and a steed suddenly emerged from the opposite hill, leaped over gullies, rocks, bushes, and tree trunks, and headed towards Netherfield.

"My God! Who is that? A real knight?!" Bingley exclaimed, eyes widening.While he was speaking, one person and one horse soared into the air, and crossed the high fence beside the road. A strand of blond hair fluttered in the wind, drawing a beautiful arc.

Darcy's pupils narrowed slightly, and he suddenly turned around and walked downstairs.At this time, Bingley also saw the man on the horse clearly, and stood dumbfounded for a while before hastily following.

When Mary was brought in by the butler, Bingley and Darcy were already waiting by the door, one with an earnest expression and the other with a cold expression.

Elizabeth also rushed over after hearing the news.

"Miss Mary's riding skills are astonishing! It's a good thing we didn't hear that you were seriously injured after falling from your horse after Miss Bennett's high fever persisted!" Darcy's voice was cold and deep.

Elizabeth stared at Darcy angrily.Can't this man say a good word?How could he curse Mary?

Darcy pursed his lips, a trace of annoyance slipped through his eyes.

"Now is not the time to care about me." Mary nodded to Darcy calmly, looked at Bingley and asked, "Where is Jane, let me see."

"Follow me, please." Bentley breathed a sigh of relief.For some reason, seeing Miss Mary's calm face made him feel much more at ease.

Darcy's cold face softened, and he followed behind them with his hands behind his back.

Pushing open the door, Mary first expressed her thanks to Mrs. Horst and Miss Bingley who took care of Jane, then held Jane's left hand in silence for a moment, and then tested the temperature on Jane's forehead.The situation was not as serious as she had imagined, and she felt relieved.

"Jane's situation is not too bad. Where is the kitchen? Can you borrow me for a while?" She looked at Bentley inquiringly.

"Ah, it's downstairs." Bingley hurriedly led Mary towards the kitchen.

"Jane will recover soon after drinking the medicine, Mr. Bingley, don't worry." Mary tried to comfort the restless and pale Bingley.She could see that Bingley's affection for Jane was not small, and this satisfied her.Of course, she would be more satisfied if he didn't have two mean older sisters.

"Can you take care of Jane for me? I'll be fine in a while." Dazed by the flustered Bingley, Mary begged.

"Of course!" Bentley agreed quickly.

Darcy, who was standing at the door of the kitchen, took a deep look at Mary and then left.

Mary breathed a sigh of relief, took out the plantain in her bib, washed it, cut it into sections, mashed it, mixed it with warm water and filtered it, and finally added a little sugar.This is a folk prescription for quickly reducing fever, which was taught to her by a folk doctor in Daxia, and the effect is very good.

Just as he was about to serve the concoction, a burst of screams came suddenly, "Oh my God! What is this? Medicine for Jane?!"

Mary looked back and saw Miss Bingley standing at the kitchen door with a broken face.

Mrs. Horst was also attracted. Seeing the green residue on the chopping board, she yelled loudly, "You let Jane eat weeds? That's absolutely impossible!"

Everyone gathered at the kitchen door, and Mary wanted to groan with her forehead, she knew it would happen, the British people's acceptance of herbal medicine was too low.

"Miss Mary, is this what you call medicine?" Seeing the pale green color of the concoction and smelling the strange smell of the concoction, Bingley's expression turned ugly, and he grabbed Mary's wrist and refused, "I can't let Jane drink it. This kind of thing!"

Mary's expression also became ugly, could she still harm her own sister?

Darcy's gaze was fixed on Bingley's hand holding Mary, with an unpredictable expression.

"Mr. Bingley, please trust Mary! That's how I was cured once!" Elizabeth stepped forward to persuade her.

Bingley's hand didn't relax at all, and he shook his head firmly, "No, maybe it's just a moment of luck, I can't risk Jane's life!" This looks like poison, okay?

"Jane is my older sister. If she has any problems after drinking the medicine, I am willing to pay for it with my own life!" Mary's blue eyes looked straight at Bentley. There were two flames burning inside, and she raised her jaw with a command He said in a tone, "Now, please let go of Mr. Bingley!"

Bentley's hand loosened.

Darcy suddenly said, "Bingley, let go!"

Bentley jumped away as if burned.

Mary guarded the medicine bowl in her hand and hurried towards the guest room. A group of people followed behind, frowning as she poured the disgusting medicine into Mary's mouth.Miss Bingley even retched a few times.

In fact, the sweet and astringent concoctions were not unpalatable, and Jane swallowed them almost without any resistance.Passing the bowl to Elizabeth, Mary wrung out the handkerchief and wiped the sweat from Jane's body, and finally put the handkerchief on her hot forehead.

"Take the medicine every two hours, and the fever will be reduced after taking it three times." Mary stood up and said firmly.

Bentley nodded dubiously.

Mary left him alone and was going to come back with some more plantains.

"Miss Mary, don't swear on your life casually. There is nothing worth giving up your life, and nothing is worth using your life as a bargaining chip." When they passed by, Darcy suddenly warned in a deep voice.

The brother's words of "survive" echoed in her mind, and Mary's heart was hit hard.She turned her head and looked straight at Darcy.She has survived several times of near death, of course she knows how precious life is.

Burned by her gaze, Darcy pursed his thin lips uncomfortably, nodded and left in a hurry.