Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

Mary slept until eight o'clock in the evening, and the maid brought her dinner immediately.She ate hastily, pushed open the door of the next room, and found that Jane was already asleep, and then went downstairs.

In the living room, Bingley, Caroline, and Horst were playing blackjack. Mrs. Horst and Elizabeth were sitting around watching, and Darcy was writing letters at the desk in the corner.

"Good evening, everyone," said Mary softly.

"Good evening." Everyone responded one after another.

"Miss Mary, do you want to play cards?" Horst warmly invited.

"No, I'm not very good at it." Mary waved her hand and sat down on the sofa closest to the fireplace.

Because no one took care of it, the flame in the fireplace was not burning vigorously, and the weak heating could not meet the needs of the human body at all.Mary recoiled against the soft sofa cushions and put her arms around her shoulders.If it's not rude, she even wants to curl her feet up.

There was a pile of firewood by the fireplace, but she just watched silently, without any intention of adding firewood.She was exhausted from being busy with the horse farm for the winter, and she stayed up all night without sleep. Her bones seemed to be filled with lead, and she didn't even want to move a finger.

Darcy looked up at her, found her very pale, and frowned.After a few minutes, he couldn't help but look at her again, and found that she was about to be submerged in the sofa, her thin shoulders were trembling slightly.

After waiting for a while, she found that she had no intention of warming herself at all. Darcy's face darkened completely, and he went to the fireplace to add firewood.

The flames rose rapidly, making crackling noises.Darcy fiddled with the tongs, then went upstairs.

The heating continuously poured out from the fireplace, and Mary rested her head on the back of the chair, squinting her eyes comfortably.If Mr. Darcy's family status was lower and wealth was lower, he would actually be a very good marriage partner.His tenderness is all hidden under the surface of indifference, and occasionally a little leak is enough to touch people's hearts.She thought in a daze.

"Miss Mary, I think you need this."

Darcy's indifferent voice rang in her ears, Mary looked up, and a thick blanket appeared in front of her eyes.The maid behind him carried a pot of steaming black tea and a few snacks, and put them on the coffee table that she could get at her fingertips.

Mary smiled, and at this moment, warmth seemed to flow into her heart through her pores.

"Thank you, Mr. Darcy." Her soft voice was full of gratitude.

Darcy pursed her lips with a cautious expression. Seeing that she had finished wrapping up the blanket and sighed contentedly after taking a sip of black tea, she turned and left.After taking two steps, he stopped, looked over with his hands behind his back, "Does Miss Mary need a novel to pass the time? I have Defoe's "Robinson Crusoe", Jonathan's "Gulliver's Travels", Richardson's "Clarissa."

Mary has never heard of these books, and she is not interested in them. She shook her head frankly and said, "To be honest, Mr. Darcy, I only read books with practical value, such as economics, law, geography, history and so on. But Right now, I just want to sit quietly for a while."

All the books Darcy mentioned belonged to Bentley, and he was afraid that his collection would make Mary feel more boring.However, right now, the corners of his mouth are rising uncontrollably.The discovery that Miss Mary's taste for books was exactly the same as his was a great pleasure to him.He nodded slightly, and continued writing letters behind his desk.

Mary hugged the blanket and curled up on the sofa in a daze.

Elizabeth kept staring at the two from the corner of her eyes, with a weird smile on her lips.

Miss Bingley, who was also concerned about Darcy, threw away the cards in her hand and shouted, "I won't play anymore, my eyes can't take it anymore!"

Mrs. Horst happily took her place.

"Darcy, you've been sitting writing letters, don't you want to get up and walk around?" She paced up to Darcy, trying to attract his attention.

"No, I just took a walk." Darcy didn't raise his head.

Miss Bingley couldn't help gritting her teeth when she thought of his act of arranging the fireplace, blankets and black tea for Mary.When had she seen Darcy so earnest?

"Miss Elizabeth, I advise you to follow my example and walk around the room. Let me tell you, after sitting in one position for so long, getting up and walking can refresh you." In order to save face, she invited Elizabeth instead.

Elizabeth's eyes were bright and full of smiles.Darcy—Miss Bingley—Mary, what a trigonometry!

"I'd love to!" She agreed bluntly, and went to the fireplace to tug on Mary, "Honey, you need exercise more than me and Miss Bingley!" Go ahead, hang around in front of Mr. Darcy, let me see What is his reaction.

"My God~" Mary moaned, her soft voice scratching Darcy's eardrum like a cat's claw.He put down his pen, looked straight at Mary, and couldn't help but laugh.

Miss Mary was wrapped up in the blanket like a ball, and she clung to the back of the sofa, her voice sounded pitiful, "Please Elizabeth, please let me go! I just want to sit quietly for a while, and I don't want to do anything! If Okay, I don't even want to move a finger!"

No wonder she tried her best to endure the cold shivering.Such a lazy Miss Mary Darcy had never seen before, and found it fresh and interesting.

"Let Miss Mary sit down, she looks very tired." Miss Bingley said with concern.Although Mary didn't look very good, her every move carried a certain unspeakable charm.She still remembers the back of Mary walking in the field when she first met, her light and graceful steps were like stepping on clouds, and she could fly into the sky with just a breeze.If she walks with Mary, she will definitely be compared.That's not okay!

"You are so kind, Miss Bingley." Mary breathed a sigh of relief and leaned back lazily.

Darcy also withdrew his gaze, and there was still a trace of a smile in his lowered eyes.

Miss Bingley took Elizabeth's arm and walked back and forth in the hall for a few times, with her chin raised slightly and her back straight, trying to show the most elegant side in front of Darcy.But it is a pity that Darcy wrote the letter from the beginning to the end, and did not distract her attention in the slightest.

Miss Bingley was very frustrated, but then cheered up again, and said to Elizabeth, "I feel much more comfortable now, the night is still long, and music is the best way to relieve loneliness. Elizabeth, would you mind playing a song for us?"

The smart Elizabeth has long seen her insincere words, she quickly waved her hands and refused, rolled her eyes, and said maliciously, "When it comes to playing the piano, Mary is the most outstanding in Langboen. I dare say that Nightingale will do it for her." Play drunk."

Mary wrapped herself tightly in the blanket, her delicate eyebrows furrowed into a ball.She always felt that Elizabeth was acting weird tonight, and she would be involved in everything.

"Elizabeth, you are so cute. Because I am your sister, I am good in everything in your eyes. But it is not the case. You know that there is a mountain as high as a mountain. I heard that Miss Bingley's piano skills are It's superb, with her here, I don't dare to make a fool of myself."

The purpose of learning talent is to improve one's temperament, how is it different from showing off everywhere?Even in England, Mary could not change this perception.

"You're right. I don't know if we have the honor to listen to Miss Bingley play." Elizabeth sensed Mary's displeasure, and quickly accepted it.

This sentence hit Miss Bingley's heart, she pretended to refuse for a while, then sat down in front of the piano, played a soothing serenade, and cast her tender eyes on Darcy from time to time.

What she did was so obvious that Darcy had already understood her mind, but he never refused sternly because of Bingley's presence.But he didn't intend to accept it, and kept his face straight throughout the whole process.

There was music, a fireplace, blankets, and a soft sofa, and Mary felt more at ease than ever before at this moment.She sighed, curled up lazily, and closed her eyes unconsciously.

She sank into the sofa, shadows enveloped her body, and her presence was almost unnoticeable unless one looked carefully.Darcy turned his head for a glance and was stunned. He suddenly found that Miss Mary was so petite, as if she would break if touched.

She was breathing more and more lightly, her head buried in her arms, and the blanket slid down her knees without knowing it.She has fallen asleep to the sound of the piano.

Darcy frowned, walked up to her gently, stared at her exposed golden hair with dark eyes, imagining the touch of touching it.It seemed like a long time, but in fact it was only a moment. He bent down and stretched out his hand towards her.

His back was facing the piano, and his tall figure completely covered Mary. When he bent down, it was as if he was kissing the girl under him.Elizabeth was startled when she saw this scene, she hurried over and asked sternly, "What do you want to do?"

Miss Bingley played a wrong note, stood up hastily and looked around.

Then, Elizabeth was embarrassed. She found that Mr. Darcy just picked up the slipped blanket, and then gently covered Mary. His behavior did not deviate in the slightest, but was extremely gentlemanly.

She looked around, but she didn't dare to meet Darcy's suspicious eyes.God, what was she thinking just now?With so many people in the living room, how dare Darcy kiss Mary in public?

"What are you doing?" Mary was woken up by Elizabeth, and opened her eyes in a daze.

Darcy's pupils shrank violently for a moment.The girl's cheeks were seductively flushed, her azure blue eyes were covered with mist, and her pink lips opened and closed slightly, exhaling a sweet breath.At this moment, she is extremely beautiful, like a viburnum quietly blooming in the night, tempting him to kiss.

Darcy's neck began to turn red, he straightened up quickly, looked away and said, "Miss Mary, I suggest you go back to your room and sleep, and be careful not to catch a cold."

Before the girl could react, he walked back to the desk to tidy up the scattered letter papers, nodded to everyone and left in a hurry.

Looking at his red neck and hurried back, Elizabeth's eyes were brighter than the stars in the sky.At this moment, Mr. Darcy is not arrogant at all, but rather cute.