Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

Peng Boli's wine cellar is more spectacular than the library, which reflects the owner's hobbies from the side.Brass-welded shelves are stocked with bottles of fine wine, divided into sections by origin and variety.There are hundreds of large wine barrels piled up in the deepest part of the wine cellar, and the fascinating liquid is fermenting inside.

"You turned the entire basement into a wine cellar!" Mary exclaimed, her voice echoing in the dark vault.

"Men in the Darcy family have a soft spot for good wine for generations." Darcy's deep voice is more magnetic in the open environment.Mary couldn't help trembling for him at the tips of her ears.

"Put this on, you'll feel a little cold later, it's only 55 degrees Fahrenheit here." Darcy took off the blanket from the hook, folded it in half, put it on Mary's shoulders, and straightened her hair.

Mary moved away uncomfortably, cupped the blanket with her hands, and thanked her softly.

Darcy withdrew his hand immediately, and said gently and politely, "Go in and have a look, what wine are you most interested in?"

"To tell you the truth, I like spirits the most. I enjoy the refreshing feeling brought by the fire burning my throat. With deep breathing, my mind and chest are agitated." Mary made a fascinated expression.This is the deepest memory when I was with my father when I was a child. The frontier full of yellow sand, the soldiers drinking in big bowls, and the loud military songs after drunk, now look back like an illusory dream.

Darcy was not surprised by this.He had discovered long ago that Mary had a penchant for spirits, and in fact he preferred them, too.Every aspect of her fit him so well, like a half body specially created by God for him.

"When it comes to spirits, the French talk about their brandy, we have our own whiskey, the Dutch are proud of their gin, there's rum in Cuba, tequila in Mexico, aquavit in Germany, Russia Chinese vodka, Chinese liquor and Japanese sake. I don’t have any Chinese or Japanese liquor here, but you can taste spirits from other countries.” Darcy said while taking out the several liquors he mentioned from the wine rack, and then Bring some wine glasses and a jug of water.

"Which one do you want to taste first?" He asked politely.

"Aquavit, I've never drank it." Mary licked her lips.

Darcy's eyes were glued to her pink tongue and wet lips.His pupils shrank slightly, and he felt that his self-control was loose for a moment, so he had to use a detailed introduction to divert his attention.

"Aquavit's main raw material is potatoes. The potatoes are boiled and then fermented with rye or barley maltose, and then a distillate with a purity of 90.00% five is produced using a continuous distillation method. This distillate is diluted with distilled water and added with various Spices such as grass roots and bark. It is similar to gin in terms of its production method. As for the types of plants used and the amount of them, they vary from place to place, so there are subtle differences in flavor. Diluted aquavit The typical alcohol content is between 40 and 45 degrees, which will definitely set your throat on fire."

As he spoke, he opened the wine bottle, poured a little and handed it to Mary.

Mary sniffed the aroma of the wine first, then took a small sip, and then pressed the tip of her tongue against the roof of her mouth, letting out a slight sigh.The hiss was extremely sexy in an empty and dark environment.

Darcy's body was stiff, and it took a long time before he asked in a hoarse voice, "How do you feel?"

"It's full of the fragrance of plants." Mary said affirmatively after a moment of recollection, "I also tasted the smell of pear wood."

"Your sense of taste is very keen. The cask holding the aquavit is made of Sydney wood, and after years of precipitation, it has already absorbed its fragrance." Darcy's deep and hoarse voice revealed a smile, and he was with Mary Wine tasting is a great pleasure, she really loves wine and not for the attention of men or addicted to alcohol.

"You have a drink too." Mary raised a glass to him.

Darcy sat beside her, poured a little for himself, and licked it lightly with the tip of his tongue.He always felt that today's taste was particularly special.

"Try this tequila." He poured Mary a glass of water, and opened a rather fancy-shaped bottle after she finished cleaning her mouth.

"White tequila has not been aged. The silver-white aging period is three years. This golden yellow aging period is at least four years. The taste is very unique. It comes from the small town of Quitla in Mexico and is the most authentic. Tequila." Darcy explained slowly while pouring.

"The alias of tequila 'Kitla' originated from this town?" Mary asked curiously.

"Yes." Darcy nodded, motioning her to taste.

The aroma of this wine was so strong that Mary couldn't help but take a long gulp.

Taking a deep breath, she said happily, "The taste is too fierce! I like it!"

Darcy smiled and said, "I like it too! There is a unique way to drink this wine, do you want to try it?"

"What method?" Mary's bright blue eyes looked at him without blinking.

Darcy suppressed his racing heart and took a bottle of sea salt from the locker.

"Put out the back of your hand." He spread out his palm.

Mary put her hand in his warm palm.

He sprinkled the sea salt on the back of her hand, and said softly, "Smoking sea salt while drinking, the local Mexicans love this way of drinking, you should try it too."

This way of drinking was so peculiar that Mary was immediately intrigued.She took a sip of the wine, then licked the back of her white hand with the tip of her tongue, her lazy posture was like a lioness taking a nap, exuding wild beauty.Darcy froze for a moment, then immediately put his hands on his forehead to cover the alluring picture in front of him.After a few minutes, he said in an unusually hoarse voice, "How does it taste?"

"The salty ones are more salty, and the spicy ones are more spicy. This is a double stimulation to the tip of the tongue and the throat." Mary's clear and sweet voice was tinged with a hint of drunkenness.She felt that her body was a little hot, and she pulled off the blanket covering her shoulders.

Her warm skin touched the cool air, and she gasped comfortably.

This panting irritated Darcy's nerves.His hands holding the wine glass trembled, he slowly crossed his legs, and asked in a deep voice, "Mexicans are addicted to spicy food, so they like this way of drinking very much. Do you still want to continue?"

"You can't bear it?" Mary squinted at Darcy.Her cheeks were pink, her lips were bright red, and even the end of her eyes was dyed a layer of pink. The look in her eyes was extremely charming, piercing Darcy's heart like a needle.She didn't know that she was like a flower blooming against the moonlight, making people want to shake off the dewdrops on her body, and then severely break her branches.

A thin layer of sweat broke out from Darcy's palms.In order to prevent slipping while grabbing the wine bottle, he took out a handkerchief and slowly wiped his fingers, using an elegant and calm posture and a serious expression to cover up his burning body.

"Try this bottle of vodka. It is made from grains or potatoes and has a very clear taste." Subconsciously, he chose the strongest bottle of vodka, which has an alcohol content of up to 60.00%.

"Pour it up." Mary rinsed her mouth with water, and then took a clean wine glass.Perhaps because of the interference of alcohol, her attitude towards Darcy became more and more casual.

Darcy uncorked the bottle and poured her some.

The liquor of vodka is transparent, especially crystal clear in the glass.Marie fell in love with its texture at first sight.She dipped a little bit with the tip of her tongue, and her eyes glowed charmingly, "It's not sweet, not bitter, not astringent, only the stimulation like a flame. I like its purity!"

"Vodka is best for quick or dry drinks. Do you want more?" Darcy raised his glass to signal.

"Okay, have another glass." Mary tapped the table with her fingertips, and Darcy filled her immediately.She raised her head and gulped it down, then silently experienced the feeling of a storm blowing in her stomach, and did not realize that her mind was falling into chaos.She obviously forgot that she had changed her body, and she was no longer the Princess Renxiao who was never drunk before.And she drank mixed wine, which made her more likely to get drunk.

After two more drinks, she began to shake.

"You're drunk." Darcy said in a hoarse voice, holding her shoulders.

"I'm not drunk." Mary sounded normal as she brushed his hand away.But when Darcy met her foggy, wet eyes, she knew that she was indeed drunk.Her slender waist softened, and she leaned on the back of the sofa chair. While rubbing the center of her eyebrows with her fingertips, she said in a commanding tone, "Change and take off my shoes, I want to lie down for a while."

She was lying on the sofa, putting her feet on Darcy's lap and shaking gently.Her posture was so lazy and noble, and her command was so natural, like a true royal princess.

Darcy chuckled, and took off her shoes obediently.Because of the hot weather, she didn't wear socks. The soles of her feet were only half the size of Darcy's palm. The toes were round and lovely, and the transparent nails were attractive pink.Darcy couldn't laugh anymore, and stared at a pair of beautiful feet with deep eyes.When he regained his consciousness, he had already held them in his palm and played with them.

Just as he ordered himself to let go quickly, Mary had already put her feet back, curled up on the sofa like a sleepy cat, snoring softly and cutely.She was already asleep, and it was incredible that she maintained her graceful posture even when she was drunk.

Darcy smiled helplessly, and pulled out the blanket to cover her body.He bent down to check her sleeping face, and as soon as he got closer, he smelled a strong smell of wine, which emanated from her slightly opened mouth, and was stained with her unique fragrance.Darcy squinted, his head was a little dizzy, and he felt a little drunk.

His eyes couldn't help but freeze on the bright red lips, his hand gently stroked her soft cheek, and finally lingered between her lips.He stroked and rubbed, and his throat became more and more dry.

After a long time, he finally leaned over slowly, chasing after the two red lips that fascinated him.When he was about to touch her, her warm breath made him hesitate for a moment.At this moment, Elizabeth's call came from outside the wine cellar, and he straightened up immediately, looking towards the door with a dark face.

When Elizabeth and Bingley came in, Darcy's expression had returned to normal.

He stood beside the sofa where Mary was sleeping soundly, with his hands behind his back, his chin slightly raised, and his posture straight, which was a posture of protection.

"She's drunk." Before Elizabeth could ask, he spoke first.

"Can I take her back to the guest room? She will get sick if she sleeps here." As soon as he finished speaking, he added another sentence politely.

"Of course. Please, Mr. Darcy." Elizabeth immediately nodded in agreement.She had no doubt now of Darcy's character.

Darcy carefully hugged Mary into his arms, took a deep look at her sweet sleeping face, and walked out of the wine cellar with steady steps.

Bentley also wanted to leave, but stopped when he saw several bottles of famous wine on the round table.He scratched at his hair, but finally failed to resist the temptation, and stayed to drink.

Mary didn't wake up until after eight o'clock in the evening, and the Gardners rented a carriage to visit her because they were worried about her.

When Mary came to the living room to apologize with a face of shame; when the carriage she was leaving gradually merged with the night, Darcy felt that his second marriage proposal must be put on the agenda as soon as possible.He desperately wanted to get close to her, and took her as his own openly and as a matter of course.