The heroine of the healing department is very rigid [Pride and Prejudice]

"Who is Frank?" Ms. Gray straightened up suddenly, staring straight at Mary with her soybean-sized eyes, like a dormant volcano about to erupt.

A while ago, the villagers were busy with the rat eradication campaign, so they forgot about Frank's gossip, so that she still didn't know about it.

"He was a soldier who was killed two months ago. The neighbors said that he once pursued Mary." Emily answered quickly.

Mary took a deep breath, she had never seen such an eloquent person, so that she couldn't speak for a while.

This undoubtedly fueled the opponent's arrogance.

"Mr. Heathcliff also knows about this." Emily raised her head triumphantly. She has also read the book "Wuthering Heights", so she is confident that someone like Heathcliff will not explain it for Mary.

But there are always accidents in life.

Heathcliff suddenly turned his horse back, looked Emily up and down, and let out a sneer.

"It seems that you know a lot about men, and I believe that the soldiers in the village are very willing to do business with you."

Emily looked bewildered, she didn't realize what Heathcliff was saying in time.On the contrary, Mary couldn't help laughing out loud.

The soldiers in the village were either drunks or gamblers or both, so most of the girls walked around them.Except for those women who rely on selling their hues.

Ms. Gray also reacted, she immediately took the rein and took a few steps back, as if she was afraid of getting something dirty, and her face became even uglier.

"You call me a whore!" Emily finally understood, she let out a piercing scream, and threatened Heathcliff with her riding whip.

It's a pity that she was not very proficient in riding horses. In order to please Ms. Gray, she used a side-riding method, so she accidentally fell off the horse's back and scared the other horses too. jumped.

This is terrible, because Ms. Gray also uses side riding, and her riding skills are not even as good as Emily's, so as soon as the pony moved, she also fell into it in embarrassment. In the grass.

Mary kept her head down, trying not to look too happy, but her shoulders shook from laughing.Mr. Bingley hurriedly tried to help them up, but Ms. Gray refused him righteously-because unmarried men and women must keep a distance.

As for Emily, she sprained her foot and had to be picked up by Mr. Bingley.Seeing this scene, Ms. Gray's eyes almost burst into flames, and she kept chanting "Aphrodite's sins are about to repeat itself" (Note 1).

This pasture is close to Netherfield Manor, so the kind Mr. Bingley suggested that Emily go to his house to rest for a while, and then go home in a carriage.

Netherfield's servants quickly prepared ice and medicine. Emily's ankle was not swollen too much, but she kept crying.This gave Mary the illusion that instead of spraining her foot, she had broken her neck.

Although people with broken necks can't cry at all.

"Take it easy!" Emily cried and yelled at the maid who gave her medicine, feeling very wronged.

She was living well in New York in the 21st century, but she was suddenly bound to a system, and then started a fast-traveling life.

There is no internet, no computer, not even a car.

She had had enough of these days.What's more, other people's systems have various high-end functions, such as providing space, and for example, gold coins can be exchanged for the actor's favorability value.

As for my own family, apart from occasionally reminding her who the big boss in the world is, she would only persuade her to "do good deeds every day".

She is not a nun, so she does no good.The more Emily thought about it, the sadder she became, so she cried louder and missed modern life more and more.

Back then, if someone dared to bully her, it must be because he didn't want to be in the class anymore.It's not like now, to live this kind of life under the fence.

Mary couldn't bear Emily's crying, so after getting Mr. Bingley's consent, she immediately left the living room and started to wander around the manor.

In the south-west corner of the Netherfield estate is a studio filled with paintings of Raphael, Leonardo da Vinci and Guardi.

Mary saw that the door was open and walked in.She has always liked works of art such as oil paintings and sculptures, but unfortunately she has no talent in this area, so she can only watch from a distance.

This studio can be said to have gathered works of famous artists from all over the world and all ages, but the work that attracted Mary the most was an unsigned portrait of a young girl.

The girl in the painting is sitting on the lawn with a parasol. She has blond curly hair, lake-like blue eyes, and a goose-yellow dress that is cut to perfection.

In good conscience, the level of this painting is far inferior to that of Raphael and the others. Although the paint is the best, the light is not well controlled.

From the girl's point of view, she should be sitting in the sun, so appropriate yellow and turpentine should be added to the background, but the author obviously didn't do this.

In fact, the background of this painting is very dark, and a lot of gray is used, which is somewhat incompatible with the image of the girl, but there is an inexplicable sense of fit.

"It's not ladylike to walk around someone's house."

An indifferent voice interrupted Mary's "art journey", and Heathcliff had changed out of his riding clothes at some point, and stood at the door of the studio with a bad face.In fact, he had disappeared the moment he entered Netherfield.

"Mr. Bingley said that I can walk around on the first floor." Mary explained, and she found this man more and more strange.

"But it doesn't include this studio." Heathcliff's complexion seemed even uglier, he was holding a glass of tequila, his black eyes were bottomless, "because this studio belongs to me."

"Your?" Mary was dumbfounded. "You mean, you collected all these works?" Even though she didn't like to judge people by their appearance, she still couldn't connect the gloomy and eccentric person in front of her with art.

"You should go." Heathcliff still had that expression of keeping strangers away, he opened the studio door a little more, his lips were pursed into a straight line, and his whole body exuded a chill.

Mary looked back at the portrait of a woman in a yellow dress in the center of the studio, and finally left unwillingly.

In the living room, Emily was still crying, and the veil was covered with tears and snot.Mr. Bennet and Ms. Gray tried to help her into the carriage, but as soon as they touched her Emily's cries grew louder.

In the end, Mr. Bingley had no choice but to suggest that Emily should temporarily stay in Netherfield for a few days, and then go home after her injury recovered.

After he finished speaking, everyone present had the illusion that Emily's crying suddenly became smaller.

This overnight stay will definitely promote the relationship between Darcy and me. Isn't there a similar plot in the original book (Note 2), and Emily's little plan is crackling.

But Mary would not let her wish.

It didn't occur to her that Emily wanted to stay overnight because of Darcy, after all, many people thought Darcy was as annoying as Heathcliff.She just found that Ai Mier's ankle was fine at all, but the skin was scratched a little, so it looked slightly red, but it was definitely not sprained.

So, just when Emily was sure that the relationship between herself and Darcy was about to heat up, Mary suddenly said coolly, "It is not proper for a young lady to stay in the home of a strange man." After finishing speaking, she did not forget Glance at Ms. Gray.

"A decent lady wouldn't do such a thing." Ms. Gray said immediately, and mercilessly picked Emily up, ignoring the other party's yelling, and dragged her to the carriage.

Before getting into the carriage, Mary took another look at the flock of pigeons on the lawn of Netherfield Manor, and finally couldn't hold back, and told Mr. Bingley that pigeons would also spread the Black Death.

"Pigeons carry as many diseases as rats. You should pay more attention to their management and clean the loft in time. Rats like to make their homes in that kind of place."

"I've been told that before." Mr. Bingley looked troubled. "But my mother and sister liked them very much, so..."

"Then manage them carefully and try to control their flight range." Mary reminded.For hundreds of years, the Black Death has been the number one enemy of European countries. It is so powerful that it makes people change their faces.

"What good will it do you to ruin my good work?" Emily stared at Mary sternly. She just encouraged Ms. Gray to work as a supervisor on the pasture and "casually" mentioned something about Frank.As a result, no one would have thought that it would be so unlucky.

"Then what good will it do you if you target me every day?" Mary asked back.

Emily was choked and unable to speak, so naturally she couldn't talk about the system, unless she wanted to be burned as a witch.

"What good does it do you to ruin my reputation? Don't forget, you live in my house now." Mary chased after the victory.

"This will be my home sooner or later, and you will all marry off. My brother is the heir to the Bennet Manor." Emily raised her eyebrows proudly.

"The premise is that your future sister-in-law is willing to let you live at home."

"You are jealous that I have a brother, do you like my brother?"

"I don't like short, thick men."

The two argued endlessly, Mary's expression was as ugly as swallowing a fly, Emily was not much better, her corset was so tight that it was difficult to breathe.They didn't stop until a flash of fire shot up from the sky.

Mr. Bennet picked up his speed and hurried home with great anxiety.Fortunately, it was not Hertford (Note 3) that caught fire, but the village next to them.

Mrs. Bennet stood at the door, her face was pale, her eyes were red and swollen, and she was trembling all over. She rushed up and grabbed Mr. Bennet's shoulder, and opened her mouth several times before she could speak.

"Elizabeth went to the next village three hours ago."