Pride and Prejudice the Poor Princess

Mrs. Reynolds brought two maids and cleaned the house from inside to outside.The old, scratched table was replaced with a white lace tablecloth; the mottled, falling wallpaper was pasted back.After most of the day, the house finally barely reached the standard for her to live in.

Darcy went to the police station in the East District and asked them to pay more attention to the security of Putin Lane in the near future.The Darcy family had a huge influence in the church, and the sheriff agreed almost immediately, and an additional group of patrolmen was sent that day.Of course, the Darcys will cover their recent paychecks.

It was three o'clock in the afternoon when Darcy returned to the temporarily rented house, and the two maids had already left. Mary and Mrs. Reynolds were standing on the balcony, beating the newly replaced quilt and pillows with iron bars.More drying and patting can make the bedding stained with the smell of sunlight, making it soft and comfortable to sleep on.

Mary was wearing a white apron, and a light blue scarf was wrapped around her head. A strand of hair mischievously ran out and hung down her cheek, and when the wind blew, it stuck to her moist lips.She didn't care about it, she concentrated on patting the pillow on the balcony, and every time she tapped, tiny fluff came out and danced around her.The golden sunlight shone on her and the fur, forming a hazy halo.

Fascinated by the picture in front of him, Darcy stood downstairs and stared.It was clearly the most plain and common scene, but it made him feel the taste of happiness.

A fluff stuck to the tip of Mary's nose. She pursed her mouth and blew, then sneezed loudly.She covered her mouth and nose, two teardrops appeared from the corners of her eyes, and when she lowered her eyelids, she finally found Darcy standing quietly downstairs.His back was straight and he was looking up at her with a smile on his lips.

Mary blushed for a moment, but quickly adjusted and waved to him.Mrs. Reynolds also spotted the master, and hurried downstairs to open the door for him.

"What do you think? The musty smell has dissipated a lot, shouldn't it affect your sleep?" Mrs. Reynolds led him into the bedroom on the first floor and asked worriedly.You know, Mr. Darcy has never lived in such a bad house.

"No problem." Darcy nodded, glanced roughly at the furnishings of the room, and asked with a frown, "Miss Mary's room..." He was afraid that his fiancée would be wronged.

"You don't have to worry, Miss Mary's room is the best and cleanest." Mrs. Reynolds understood him immediately.

Mary, who had just walked downstairs, heard the conversation between the two, and felt warm in her heart.In her hand was a silver bowl in which were several pieces of burning wood.

"Miss Mary, have you prepared spices?" Mrs. Reynolds immediately turned around when she smelled the strong fragrance, and asked with a look of surprise.The musty smell in the house was completely suppressed.

"Just now, I passed by a spice shop and bought several blends. It can soothe the nerves and repel insects, but the smoke is too strong." She wandered around the room and smoked all the hidden corners.Although she is a princess of benevolence and filial piety, she is only half a servant in front of the queen mother. Especially when she first entered the palace, in order to quickly gain a foothold, she not only has to know what a servant should know, but also has to be proficient in it, so that the queen mother Can't live without her.She did it, and her skilled life skills have become her most valuable asset.

"Is it much better now?" Putting the silver bowl on the windowsill, she looked at Darcy with a smile.

"I think I can sleep well tonight." Darcy nodded, turned sideways and asked, "Can I have a look at your bedroom? If there is something I am not satisfied with, I can ask someone to replace it immediately."

If it was in the past, Mary would never let the outsider step into her boudoir.But Darcy was different, she only hesitated for a few seconds before agreeing.

Mary's room was indeed the cleanest and neatest, and it was equipped with a small dressing table. Although the color was a bit old, the style was very classic.The four-poster bed was hung with lavender veils, which flew up when the wind blew, revealing the same lavender sheets and bedding underneath.A fragrance lingers in the air, evoking infinite reverie.No one can imagine how mottled and gloomy this romantic room was before.

Darcy stood beside the bed for a while, and the image of Mary Ann sleeping could not be restrained in his mind.He was even imagining the style of her pajamas, whether it was the same lavender tulle, with a low neckline and a high skirt inlaid with delicate and gorgeous lace.Her bare skin must be as white as snow, as delicate as a flower petal, as smooth as porcelain...

His body was burning, especially his lower abdomen.He sternly warned himself not to think about it, then looked away in embarrassment, making sure that there was nothing inappropriate in the room, and left in a hurry.

Mary saw the reddish tips of his ears, and sat on the edge of the bed and chuckled when he was far away.Mr. Darcy is so shy that he doesn't even feel comfortable visiting a lady's room, just like those pedantic scholars in Daxia. (heavy fog!)

Seeing that it was almost four o'clock, Mrs. Reynolds remembered that she had to prepare dinner.The kitchen was empty, not even half a sack of flour.

"Mr. Darcy, I have to go to the nearby grocery store and buy some ingredients." She said, taking off her apron.

"I'll go with you, just to get familiar with the environment." Mary went downstairs slowly.

"Please wait a moment, I will accompany you. This is not Grosvino, there are decent gentlemen and ladies everywhere." Darcy put down the newspaper in his hand, stood up and changed his clothes.

"Then you two go, I want to tidy up the storage room." Mrs. Reynolds's eyes flashed, and she put on her apron again.

Darcy nodded noncommittally, but his heart was filled with anticipation.Seeing Mary in home clothes, he had the illusion that she was already his wife.

The two changed into the most common clothes and walked towards the nearby grocery store.This is a street dedicated to selling ingredients, because it is close to dinner time, there are a lot of people coming and going.Mary guarded her purse, looking around curiously.In case she was bruised, Darcy put his arm on her shoulder and led her through the crowd.

The strong masculine breath lingered in the nose, and the light body temperature blended with each other, making Mary feel very at ease.She looked up and gave Darcy a sweet smile.Darcy's eyes darkened for a moment.Ever since that day, he has never wanted to kiss her lips.

Because it is a slum area, although there are many shops, the variety of ingredients is not rich.The Thames River is rich in eels, which can weigh hundreds of catties in a net, and it is effortless to catch them, so the price of eels is very cheap.Eel jelly has become the most popular food in the East District, and there is a wooden barrel full of eels in front of almost every store.

Without a choice, Mary pointed to a shop with a cleaner window and said, "Let's go and have a look there."

Darcy put his arm around her shoulders and squeezed past, and they both stooped to examine the eels in the bucket.

There was a small net bag next to the bucket, and Mary picked it up and fiddled with it, trying to pick out the fattest and most vigorous.An eel flicked its tail vigorously, splashing water all over her face, and she closed her eyes with a cry of surprise.

Darcy laughed lowly, took out a handkerchief and wiped her cheeks carefully, and pinned the messy hair on the side of her cheeks behind her ears, her movements were extremely gentle.Mary's ears were so red, she didn't dare to look at him when she opened her eyes, and continued to pick eels pretending to be calm.

After paying the bill, and handing Darcy the net bag, Mary walked towards a shop specializing in vegetables.

"These potatoes have sprouted, I'm afraid they can't be eaten." Darcy whispered in her ear, and the strong masculine breath sprayed on her jade-white cochlea.

Mary felt that her ears were going to catch fire, and she gave Darcy a look with her big wet blue eyes, putting a little distance between them.She had some doubts that he did it on purpose!

Darcy was expressionless, but his brown eyes were full of smiles.In the past, Mary always wore a gentle and demure mask, keeping a close distance from everyone.But now she began to show her truest emotions in front of him, whether tender or angry, happy or angry, every aspect fascinated him deeply.As time went by, not only did his feelings for her not extinguish, but it became even hotter.

Holding her shoulders firmly, Darcy led her forward.After comparing several shops, the two finally chose one of them, and squatted down to choose carefully.There are still a lot of germinated potatoes. In this case, we can only pick the ones with fewer sprouts as much as possible, and remove the poisonous parts after returning.

"This looks good." Darcy handed a potato to Mary, and smiled contentedly after receiving her appreciation.At this moment, he is not at all like the cold-faced gentleman rumored by the outside world.

"Okay, enough for the three of us." Mary clapped the plaster on her hands.

With a promise, Darcy took out a handkerchief and wiped her fingers carefully, with a focused expression as if she was wiping a precious work of art.

Mary wanted to break free, but she couldn't do anything when she met his deep eyes.

The atmosphere that followed was somewhat silent, but it was undeniable that the distance between them became closer, and they could understand each other's thoughts with just one look without talking.They shuttled through the crowd, from shoulder to shoulder to arm in arm, and when the ingredients were finally bought and squeezed out of the block, they let go in embarrassment, and then walked back to the temporary rented house without saying a word.

Mrs. Reynolds, standing on the balcony looking out, saw Mr. Darcy following Mary, carrying a number of net bags.There was no sign of impatience on his face. On the contrary, he kept gazing intently at Mary's back, with an extremely gentle expression on his face.When he found some potholes in the road, he would speed up and come to her, stretching his arms to protect her, in case she fell.He is no longer the rigorous and taciturn head of the Darcy family, but an ordinary man who is deeply in love.

Mary's cheeks were flushed, and there was a sweet twinkle in her blue eyes.She pretended to be calm, but her light footsteps revealed the happiness in her heart.When Darcy was not paying attention, she would peek at him, her pink lips slightly raised.

"What a lovely couple. It seems that the Darcy family is about to usher in a grand wedding." Mrs. Reynolds said to herself with a smile, and then turned and went downstairs to welcome the owner back.