Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

The pine forest of Rosings Manor is beautiful. Although it is a bleak winter, the slightly spicy rosin brought by the cold wind is particularly refreshing.

Both Elizabeth and Mary fell in love with the woods and went for a walk in it every morning.

Collins, Charlotte, and Sir Lucas did not have so much leisure and leisure, and they had to greet Mrs. de Boer every morning.In Mary's view, this behavior is like a concubine paying her respects to the queen mother.

This idea made her laugh, and at the same time, she was glad that she rejected Collins' marriage proposal, otherwise she would be the one who made up her mind every morning and evening.

"Good morning, ladies." Fitzwilliam stood at the bend of the path and bowed to them.

Darcy also held up his hat.

"Good morning, you also like to take a walk in the woods?" Elizabeth smiled and looked at Fitzwilliam.She and this gentleman got along very well, and a faint affection spread between them.

"Yes, the scenery here is very charming. I especially like the smell of pines in the air!" Fitzwilliam stretched out his arms while speaking, and Elizabeth took his arm along the way, and accompanied him as he walked slowly.

Darcy's eyes flickered, and he also paced to Mary's side, stretching out his hand.

Mary hesitated.

"A thin layer of frost on the ground will make the soles of your shoes slippery, Miss Mary," Darcy advised solemnly.

As soon as he finished speaking, Elizabeth in front staggered and threw herself into Fitzwilliam's arms.The two parted with flushed faces, then looked at each other and smiled.

Mary hesitated no longer, and took Darcy's arm loosely.His arms are very warm, giving people a different sense of security.

Darcy clamped his arms, slowed down his pace, and gradually distanced himself from Fitzwilliam and Elizabeth.Neither of them spoke, and the atmosphere gradually became awkward.Mary pinned her hair behind her ears and said with a smile, "It seems a little cold, let's go back." Right now, she felt very uncomfortable.

"Did the brandy I gave you open last time?" Darcy asked without warning.

"not yet."

"Then may I have the honor of having a drink with you?" Darcy asked again.

The wine was offered by him, and Mary could not refuse.

The two returned to the pastor's mansion, the room was quiet, and no one came back yet.Darcy went to the fireplace to add wood, and poked the fire with iron tongs.

Mary opened the wine bottle, and used a tulip-shaped glass to hold the light golden wine. Tiny air bubbles covered the glass wall, and then rushed into the air to explode.

Mary handed the wine glass to Darcy, and sat down on the sofa by the fireplace. Half of her face was reddened by the flames, and even the tiny fluff was clearly visible. A kitten curled up for the winter.She raised the wine glass to the fireplace, checked the color of the wine, and then sniffed lightly with her nose, showing a slightly intoxicated expression.

"Good wine." She raised her glass to Darcy and sipped a small drop with the tip of her tongue.The slightly spicy ethanol, the slightly sweet monosaccharide, the bitter tannins and polyphenols, and the slightly sour organic acids spread along the tip of the tongue to the entire mouth and then into the throat.She closed her eyes, quietly savoring the mellow, sweet, delicate and continuous taste.Perhaps it was from the burning flames, or perhaps from the alcohol she had ingested, two blush creeps up her cheeks.

Darcy felt that he was drunk before he had drunk.He stared straight at Mary, unable to look away at all.

"Aren't you going to drink, Mr. Darcy?" Mary looked away, pursing her lips uncomfortably.

Darcy came back to his senses, took a big gulp of wine and said in a hoarse voice, "I have restrained myself for a long time, until recently I gave up struggling. Miss Mary, please allow me to express my love to you and sincerely beg you to marry me! "

He got up and stood in front of Mary with an extremely stiff posture, his deep eyes staring at her beautiful face without blinking.

The wine in Mary's hand almost spilled on her dress.She collected herself and said hesitantly, "Mr. Darcy, I heard that you are going to marry a noble lady?"

"I used to have that idea, but I dismissed it in the end." He said frankly.

Mary put down her wine glass, stood face to face with him, and asked very seriously, "Then, can Mr. Darcy tell me, what advantages do I have that can make you give up marrying a noble lady?" Sweating, nervously waiting for his answer.

"Your family is not rich; your parents are eccentric; your sisters are reckless and impulsive; your dowry is meager; your relatives are dishonorable, and you can't even inherit. But I still love you and want to have you. This urgency cannot be suppressed. If If you can fulfill my dream, I will be the luckiest man in the whole of England."

"I really don't see any luck in marrying such a poor girl, Mr. Darcy." Mary almost laughed at his fault-finding and condescension.She had thought he would confide his heart to her, but she had never heard him say anything sweet to her, not even the proposal.She is so pathetic!

"Please get out, Mr. Darcy! You are not welcome here! Haven't you offended and insulted Mary enough? When you despise her, she will go away silently, and when you fall in love with her, she will be grateful? There is no such reason! She will never marry a bastard who violated her father's last wish and wantonly persecuted her childhood friend! You even want to separate Jane and Bingley and let them fall into the abyss of pain!" Elizabeth stood at the door with her eyebrows raised. Apparently she had overheard their conversation.

"I don't understand you, Miss Elizabeth?" Darcy said hoarsely.

"Wickham has exposed your true colors, and now the residents of Quanlangboen know what kind of person you are! You are mean, cold-blooded, and unfriendly! You will never be happy to marry you! Please get out!" Elizabeth will The door panel slammed, and Fitzwilliam smiled wryly at Darcy behind her.

Mary's annoyance and disappointment were instantly wiped away by her disturbance.She looked at Darcy in embarrassment, and found that his face was gloomy and his eyes were full of pain, and she couldn't help feeling sorry for him.She knew he must be innocent!But she couldn't defend him, it would only make Elizabeth more angry and persistent.

Darcy looked at Mary pretending to be calm, "I want to get an answer." His voice trembled imperceptibly.

"No, I cannot agree to your proposal, Mr. Darcy." Mary bowed her knees, with a sigh of relief in her heart.

Darcy stared at her fixedly, a certain fiery magma-like emotion was hidden in his deep eyes, which was about to erupt.His chest heaved violently, and the gloom exuded from his body even shocked the bold Elizabeth.She turned sideways and stood against the door.

Darcy took a step forward, approaching Mary.

Mary raised her jaw and looked back proudly.

Seeing no compromise in her blue eyes, Darcy's temples bulged with two blue veins, he gritted his teeth and took two steps back, bowed deeply to Mary, and then left silently.His steps were quick and chaotic, and soon he disappeared into the gray pine forest.

"I hope you will think again, Miss Mary. Darcy's love for you is unquestionable! He misses you every moment! He worked for two days and two nights in a row just to get to Rosings Manor in time to meet with you." You meet." Fitzwilliam raised his hat in greeting, and then left in a hurry.

Mary lost her strength for a moment, and sat down on the sofa behind her, covering her face with her hands and didn't speak for a while.

Elizabeth didn't know what to say, so she could only sit beside her and accompany her.

The room was dead silent.

"I really want to agree to his marriage proposal, if he can give up his prejudice against our family, if he can talk sweeter." After ten minutes, Mary whispered.

"Oh, Mary, I'm sorry, have I ruined your happiness? But I can't believe his character, the crime he committed against Wickham is terrible! Besides, he first belittled you and despised you, and now he comes again Saying I love you, this kind of change is really suspicious!" Elizabeth was about to cry.

"No, if he marries me with so many nitpicking and dissatisfaction, we are destined to be unhappy. Don't think too much Eliza, there is an old saying in the East - what I gain is my luck, and my life is lost. I think This is my fate, and I should accept it calmly." Mary hugged Elizabeth's shoulders and shook, her tangled brows slowly loosened.She didn't want to discuss Wickham's matter with Elizabeth. She had already established the facts, and it was useless to say anything.

When Sir Lucas and his party came back, the two sisters had returned to normal. They had no idea what had happened in this house that could shock their jaws.

As soon as Darcy returned to Rosings Manor, he locked himself in the study, took out a bottle of whiskey and drank two glasses.The acrid liquor stung his throat and also stung his heart.

"Hey, buddy, you need to restrain yourself!" Fitzwilliam pushed open the door and took the wine glass from his hand.

"No one can propose marriage successfully once. Girls always like to test their sweethearts over and over again." Fitzwilliam pretended to be relaxed and comforted, then remembered something and screamed again, "Oh, we almost forgot Wickham! Did you hear Elizabeth? He is discrediting you. Think how he would discredit you in front of Mary, who certainly would not marry such a 'villain' as you! I think you need to ask She explained it clearly!"

Darcy was stunned for a moment, and his decadent expression was swept away.Yes, with such a terrible misunderstanding, how could Mary agree to her proposal?He immediately walked towards the door, stopped halfway there, and returned to the desk to spread out the letter.

"I need to be quiet, Fitzwilliam. Also, thank you for your comfort." He said wearily.

"You're welcome." Fitzwilliam waved his hands with a curious expression on his face, "You won't give up on Miss Mary just because of this?"

"No, absolutely impossible!" Darcy shook his head firmly.

"Then let me give you a suggestion. Propose to her after she calms down. I heard that they will travel to the Lake District next summer, and they just pass by Pemberley. You can make a romantic proposal there. To be honest, your proposal this time The marriage proposal was terrible, and there was not even a single sweet word. Miss Mary's self-esteem must have been severely hit." Fitzwilliam laughed gleefully.I didn't expect Darcy to propose marriage so rigidly. Old Mr. Darcy would cry for his son.

"I thought I could show my deep love for her by enumerating all the difficulties in marrying her." The pain in Darcy's heart disappeared, leaving only chagrin and entanglement, and cursed softly, "Damn, I forgot that she is What a proud girl!"

"That's too unfortunate! She will only feel your condescension and mercy. You should read more romance novels, it will be very helpful for your second marriage proposal. The last suggestion, before you are 100% sure Don't speak again!" Patting his cousin on the shoulder, Fitzwilliam left with a smile on his face.