Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

Perhaps because the men present were so handsome and upright, Collins felt threatened.Especially when he saw George Wickham trying to strike up a conversation with his 'fiancée', he anxiously walked over and interposed between them.

George Wickham had a decent smile on Collins, and whatever the pastor talked about, he could easily deal with it.He put his hands on the back of the chair, crossed his slender legs, and his posture was so lazy and casual, people would lose their guard unknowingly and fell in love with him.

Collins had long forgotten the previous hostility, and talked to him about his new position with great interest, and kept thanking his benefactor, Mrs. De Boer, in words.

Hearing the lady's name, George Wickham's eyes flashed a trace of hostility. Although he quickly calmed down, Mary, who had been observing him, looked straight at him.

Mary is not at all interested in the floating population of Meryton and Longborn, but she is particularly interested in this Mr. Wickham because of Darcy.As an orphan girl, she was adopted by the queen mother, and she can live happily and like a fish in water in the man-eating deep palace. Her eyesight is definitely not bad.

She could see that George Wickham had been well educated, and that there was an air of aristocratic elegance in his manner, but it was only superficial.His eyes flicker, showing negative emotions such as frivolity, greed, jealousy and so on from time to time. When talking with people, he speaks without any sincerity, which is enough to prove that his heart is not as glamorous as his appearance.All in all, this is a hypocritical gentleman who needs to be more vigilant.

George Wickham didn't know that he had been seen through by Mary, and finally persuaded Collins to join a game of cards. He stopped to drink a cup of black tea, and winked at the sympathetic Elizabeth.

His playful behavior and his perfect handsome face were so charming that Elizabeth blushed immediately.

Mary didn't seem to feel his charm at all. While drinking tea, she looked ahead with a blank expression on her face and no one could guess what she was thinking.

For a moment Wickham thought he saw another Darcy.He immediately laughed at the absurd delusion.

"Miss Mary, don't you play cards?" He tried to strike up a conversation with her.

"Not good at it." Mary glanced at him out of the corner of her eye.

Wickham's smile faded a little, and then became brighter again, "You seem to be very familiar with Master Netherfield?"

Is this a cliché?Mary hooked the corners of her mouth with interest.

Her silence frustrated Wickham.He wasn't sure if the girl really wasn't interested in him or if she was just playing hard to get.But no matter what she thinks, he must win her heart!

"We are very familiar with Mr. Bingley. He is a warm and cheerful gentleman. We all like him very much." Elizabeth helped Wickham out.

Wickham looked at her, nodded and said, "Yes, I have heard of Mr. Bingley. He is sincere and easy-going, and he can talk to anyone."

"It's a pity that he's not very good at making friends. Mr. Darcy is simply too unbearable!" Elizabeth immediately jumped into the trap dug by Wickham, and began to talk about Darcy's arrogance.She has hated this gentleman lately and is happy to tarnish his image.Oh no, his image was originally black.

I really love to hold a grudge!Isn't it me who is disgusted by Darcy?Mary held her forehead helplessly.

Wickham showed a look of embarrassment, "Perhaps what you said is very reasonable, but I have no position to evaluate these. You know, I have some connections with Mr. Darcy, and my opinion of him is subject to subjective influence, often unfair."

"Oh? You know Mr. Darcy?" Elizabeth was immediately aroused by him.

Now that the topic was coming, Mary raised one eyebrow, and finally looked straight at Wickham.

Encouraged, Wickham said in a low voice, "My father used to do the same work as your uncle. He served Mr. Darcy's father all his life. They were superior and subordinate, and the closest friends. And I He is old Mr. Darcy's godson, and he grew up with Darcy."

After the words fell, Wickham seemed a little touched.He was silent for a moment, and then said in a reminiscent tone, "Old Mr. Darcy was the kindest man in the world and the truest friend of my life. He watched me grow up, gave me the best education, and urged me to become a A useful person to society. He even promised me that when I came of age, he would get me a job as a pastor in the church."

"My God, he is so kind. But why did you come to the militia to take up a job? To be honest, this job is not comparable to a priest in any aspect." Elizabeth said bluntly.

Wickham's expression became very painful for a moment, and he gritted his teeth and whispered, "Then I will talk about my frustration. My godfather has recorded this matter in the will, but due to certain clauses not Written clearly, Mr. Darcy insisted that I was totally unworthy of his support. He accused me of extravagance and stupid behavior-in short, he overturned the provisions of the will and expelled me from Pemberley on false charges. It can only end here."

"Oh my God, this is so sensational! You should seek justice for yourself and make him embarrass himself in public!" Elizabeth said through gritted teeth.

Mary's raised eyebrows were lowered, and she continued to drink black tea with a flat expression, neither filled with righteous indignation nor deep sympathy, as if she had heard a story, and it was an extremely boring one.

The reactions of the two sisters were completely different, and Wickham was a little uncertain. He adjusted his expression and smiled casually, "Sooner or later someone will do it-but it will never be me. Unless I can forget his father, I will never They will be hostile to him and expose him.”

Elizabeth admired his magnanimity, and thought him the more handsome in expressing it.

"However," after a short pause, seeing the tears in Wickham's eyes disappear, she asked softly, "Why on earth did Darcy do this? It wouldn't do him any good to embarrass you, would it?"

You finally got the point, Elizabeth!Mary lowered her eyes and smiled.

Wickham looked at her with puzzled eyes, and then said firmly, "I think the reason why he did this is entirely due to his jealousy of me. If old Mr. Darcy didn't like me that much, his son might be able to Be lenient with me. It is precisely because his father loves me so much that when he competes with me, he is often favored by me, so when he becomes an adult, he can no longer tolerate me!"

Elizabeth nodded knowingly, then pointed to his red eye sockets, and said sympathetically, "I think you need a glass of rum to relax. I'll bring it for you."

"Thank you." Wickham smiled tenderly, making Elizabeth blush again.

After confirming that Elizabeth was far away, Mary put down the black tea in her hand and looked straight at Wickham, "The story is very beautiful, Mr. Wickham! Let me summarize it for you!"

She raised her delicate and small chin, and this action suddenly doubled her momentum.

Wickham's pupils shrunk. This feeling of being oppressed and despised was so familiar that it only appeared when he faced Darcy.

"Generally speaking, your story can be summed up in two sentences--greedy, slaves bully the master. I can see that you have a greedy heart wrapped up under your glamorous appearance, and you have fallen into this end today. I can blame you for taking yourself too seriously. If you can serve the head of the family as conscientiously as your father, and don't expect things beyond your status, I think you must be living a decent life now. The above conclusions are entirely derived from you Tell your own story, don't fool people for fools, otherwise you will always hit the iron plate." Mary stood up, and slowly smoothed the folds on the skirt.

Wickham's teeth chattered angrily.This woman actually compared him to a slave?Although Wickham has served the Darcy family for generations, he is by no means a slave!He is so outstanding and handsome, why should he be a head lower than Darcy?

Seeing the unwillingness and jealousy in his eyes, Mary narrowed her eyes and smiled, "Sir, you said that you would never be hostile to Darcy or expose Darcy. I want to ask you, what are you doing now? While acting like a villain, While wrapping yourself in a noble coat, don't you realize that your buttocks have already been exposed?"

Wickham turned pale.

"Sorry, my words are too vulgar, but you won't think so after you have experienced my mother's fangs." Mary nodded slightly, "I don't care what Mr. Wickham wants to slander Mr. Darcy, it's you I will not interfere with my personal grievances. But please don’t use our sisters as weapons, let alone try to deceive their feelings. If you want to live more comfortably in Meryton, please stay away from my sisters. "

Wickham stared at her with cannibalistic eyes, but he didn't have any gentleness.

Mary pursed her lips, and stretched out her hand to Elizabeth who was walking slowly, "Honey, I need this glass of wine more than Mr. Wickham."

She picked up the wine glass and drank it down in one gulp, with an indescribable atmosphere.

"Let's go, Mr. Wickham is stuck in painful memories. He needs to sit alone for a while." Putting the wine glass in front of Wickham with a bang, Mary ticked her fingers at Elizabeth.

Elizabeth found that Wickham's face was more ugly than when she left. Although she was worried, she didn't dare to interrupt rashly, so she walked away quietly with Mary.

Wickham wanted to roar, wanted to knock down the wine glass in front of him to the ground, and listened to the sound of it breaking, but he tried his best to restrain the tyranny in his heart.No woman has ever been able to ignore his handsome face, elegant speech, and tragic life experience.In the past, whoever comforted Darcy with soft words and belittled Darcy, then he could use their sympathy and pity to get what he wanted.

Should it be said that it is the woman that Darcy has taken a fancy to?The contemptuous expression, the sarcasm on the brow, and the sneering mouth are exactly the same as Darcy's.Thinking of Mary's warning, Wickham became timid.The young lady exuded a more aggressive air than Darcy, but he felt very unwilling to let him avoid her from then on.

Gritting his teeth and cursing for a while, Wickham returned to his previous demeanor.But obviously, he became less talkative, especially when facing the ladies of the Bennett family.

Elizabeth thought he was embarrassed by what he had told her earlier, and she had a better impression of him.