Pride and Prejudice: The Embarrassing Life of Miss Jane Bennett

After sending the two Miss Bennets back to Longbourn and back to Netherfield, the servant and coachman came to report to the master.

"So the two ladies have arrived safely?" After thinking for a while, Bingley asked again: "Does Miss Bennett seem to be in good health?"

Darcy, who was writing a letter with his head down, raised his head when he heard the words.

"Yes, master. Miss Bennet looks good. When passing by Meryton, Miss Bennet went to the post office to pick up a letter."

"A letter?" The curious baby Bentley raised his eyebrows all of a sudden, as if he wanted to ask something more, but thought that even a coachman would not know anything, so he had to give up.

"By the way, Darcy, let's go for a walk on horseback tomorrow morning." Mr. Bingley read the book quietly for a while, and then said.

Darcy's quill paused for a moment, then raised his head, looked at the expectant Bentley, and asked, "Charles, for a walk on horseback, do you want to walk in the direction of Longbourn or in the opposite direction?"

Bingley's mouth, which was about to persuade Darcy, suddenly stopped, but he couldn't speak, and then his expression became extremely awkward.

Darcy seemed to find it a little funny, and then said: "Charles, even I still remember Miss Elizabeth once said that she walked every morning in the forest and hills behind Longbourn Manor, are you sure you don't want to accidentally Where to go for a walk?"

"May God forgive you, Darcy, you have become even more mean." Mr. Bingley was a little annoyed.

"I don't think God thinks that those who tell the truth need His forgiveness." Darcy picked up the quill indifferently, dipped in the ink, and began to write a letter.

"So, you don't want to go with me?" Bingley asked

Darcy made no answer, nor looked up.

"Fitzwilliam?"

"Yes, I don't want to." Darcy replied with a little irritability.

"I'll tell the servant to prepare the horses for tomorrow!" Bingley rushed out of the study as he thought of something he had to do.

The door of the study room was closed with a 'bang', Darcy raised his head, and his eyes unconsciously fell on a certain book that he had been putting on the desk.

"Don Quixote"

Orz...Mr. Darcy, don't you feel pain when you read this book?

On the other side, in Longbourn, in the room of Miss Bennett, Jian Lan was rolling around on her soft bed with a letter in her arms.

This is the reply that her heart is waiting for, the reply from The Times!

The letter was written by a trainee editor. He told Jian Lan that all authors who published serial novels for the first time need to submit all novels, and then all the editors in charge of this section will discuss whether to serialize this author. novel.It is impossible to write a detailed outline and tens of thousands of words like Jian Lan. Only famous writers can do this.Editors don't risk publishing a novel by a newcomer.The trainee editor expressed contempt for this little-known contributor, who was still a woman.The trainee editor said that the editors had already eliminated Jian Lan's manuscript without reading her outline, but he accidentally saw the beginning and outline of her story, and felt that it was necessary to make Jian Lan more realistic.

The benevolent gesture between the lines made Jian Lan feel toothache.

However, this letter still made Jian Lan very happy.

"Thank you so much, this..." Jian Lan opened the letter, looked at the signature, and said, "Mr. Nicholas Duran. If it weren't for your letter to vent your grievances as a trainee editor, I would How can you know where your shortcomings are?"

Jian Lan knows that Britain now has hundreds of years of popular literary trends, coupled with the writing style that has been honed for several years and the elegant calligraphy inherited from Miss Jane Bennett, Jian Lan will not underestimate herself, she definitely has This self-confident publishing novel.

Jian Lan picked up the letter and kissed it again, then took out the quill and ink, and sat in front of the dressing table.

If you can’t publish novels by newcomers, then my sister will write short stories for you.Do you think you can hurt me with that kind of tone, and mock me?Apprentice editor, Mr. Duran.

When my novel is published, I will definitely write you a thank you letter.

For some reason, Jian Lan had an image of a staid, vain and stupid young editorial trainee like Mr. Collins in her head.

Of course, when Jian Lan saw this Nicholas Duran, and Mr. Duran with a completely different identity, she couldn't help but feel embarrassing because of the imagination at this time.

To serialize and publish a novel, including taxes, manuscript fees and so on, it can only cost about two hundred pounds.There is no comparison with the rich people of this era.Thinking of this, Jian Lan began to express her strong resentment towards someone in Netherfield again.

Damn, I've worked so hard to publish fifty novels to barely cover your annual income. How can you make me feel so sorry for you, Mr. Darcy!

However, Jian Lan quickly returned to reality this time.She doesn't need that much money, as long as it's enough for her to take Mary out for a walk.Moreover, doesn't Britain still have an example of Grandma Agatha in front of her?I am not afraid that the money given is not much, I can keep writing, keep writing, live and write until I am old, and write until my father and son chase my articles together!It was written that a certain old man told his grandson before he died, after Mr. XX wrote the ending of this story, he must remember to tell his grandpa who killed the courtesan!Is it the lover or the cynical painter?

Jian Lan thought ambitiously.No, I was still very excited at the beginning, and then it was direct obscenity

What should short stories attract people?

The first thing Jian Lan thought of was Gothic novels.

But... Jian Lan frowned... She vaguely remembered that the first Gothic novel was published in the 60s of the eighteenth century, in which elements such as darkness, horror, blood and so on brought the intense thrill to the readers, which made the readers unable to stop. Gothic novels are out of control. In Jian Lan's age, it should be time for Gothic novels to decline.Because too much erotic/erotic and violent plots have reduced the Gothic novel to a very low level, it has almost become a representative of low-brow literature.With the publication of Mary Shelley's series of novels, the Gothic novel probably completely became history.

After collecting information from various sources these days, Jian Lan discovered that the current novel is not published in 12, but in [-], when the original novel was published. In [-] years, the three Bronte sisters will publish novels ...

But speaking of it, the times are different, and the plot can be basically ignored, right?Unknowingly, Jane began to make excuses for her mistakes again.

Returning to the part of the novel, Jian Lan brushed her cheek with the end of the quill pen, thinking deeply.

Sentimental novels and Gothic novels are probably the most acceptable types of novels at this time.You can write a novel like this first, get acquainted with readers and editors first, and then she will be easily accepted when she writes different themes.

If you are sentimental and incompetent, then gothic.

It is Jian Lan's advantage to write new ideas with old themes. If you write about love/eroticism, I will add elements of pure love.You are violent and bloody, then I will join the medieval chivalry.

Well, Jian Lan turned her head silently. Although she thought the knight was an X, it was still okay to use it to deceive readers.And Dracula and vampires have not yet come out... Is there anything in this world that girls can imagine more than a handsome, elegant, and long-lived vampire?If this story were placed in modern times, Jian Lan would probably be bloodied by angry readers...but in this era...it shouldn't be a problem, right? !It will take decades for the bloody film of 400 years to come out.

In this way, Jian Lan devoted most of the night to the outline of the story.So when Jian Lan was dug out of the bed by Elizabeth the next morning, she was very resentful.

She completely forgot that yesterday she had sworn to Elizabeth that she would take a walk with her every morning and exercise herself.

However, when the autumn morning breeze blows head-on, Jian Lan feels refreshed for a moment.

What a blessing to be born human!My dear sunshine, drizzle, clear wind and white clouds~"——Jian Lan, who is completely immersed in the storyline at the moment.

"Mr. Bingley?!" Jian Lan's flying thoughts were pulled back by Elizabeth.

Opening her eyes, Jian Lan saw Bentley riding a white horse in front of her and Elizabeth.

"What a coincidence, Miss Bennett, Miss Elizabeth!" Bingley got off his horse and saluted the two ladies.

Jian Lan turned her head silently

Coincidentally, your sister!Do you think I can't see that clear look in your eyes that says you want me to disappear soon? !Flip the table!

In the morning, Bingley returned to Netherfield contentedly, and happened to run into Darcy.

"It seems that your wish has come true," Darcy said.

"Well, yes." Bingley smiled, and then said: "But Miss Bennett is here." Then, Mr. Bingley frowned, and said: "And her dark circles are serious again, it seems that Bennett Ms. still needs to be supervised by Ms. Elizabeth.” Having said this, the enthusiastic Bingley planned to find a chance to talk to his lovely and equally enthusiastic Elizabeth tomorrow.

Nima!

After a long time, Jian Lan learned of what Bentley said that day through Darcy, and really wanted to provoke Elizabeth to let Bentley sleep on the washboard in the guest room.

The next morning, when Bentley had put on his riding clothes and was about to go out, he found his good friend Mr. Darcy was already waiting there.

"You..." Mr. Bingley was very surprised.

"The weather is fine today, and it might be a good idea to go out for a ride." Mr. Darcy said without changing his face.

"Indeed, that's the best idea!" Mr. Bingley replied with a smile, looking at the dark clouds above his head.Anyway, Darcy is right in everything, because he always has a point... Never argue with him.

And the next day, when Jian Lan, who stayed up midnight to revise the outline of the story, saw Mr. Darcy riding a black horse, she didn't even have the heart to complain.

Nima, do you need to invite this great god just to get rid of me?As for?As for? !

Jian Lan... Does this mean you don't even have the heart to complain?

It thus became so that Mr. Bingley led the horse and Elizabeth went ahead.Mr. Darcy led the horse and walked behind him...

Jian Lan looked up at the sky, it was cloudy.Looking down at the ground, the crops were almost harvested.Looking forward to Elizabeth and Bentley, that is a sweet feeling.Then he took a sneak peek at Mr. Darcy, who was probably ordered to trip him...

Hey... Mr. Darcy's aura is so strong that he can't continue to play the leading role... What a sad life this is.

Unknowingly, a strong resentment and black energy surged out of Jian Lan... so strong that Elizabeth, Bingley and Darcy all suddenly felt that this autumn seemed a little too cold.

Elizabeth turned her head, looked at Jian Lan with a little worry, and asked, "Jane, I brought a shawl out, do you want to put it on?"

As she spoke, Elizabeth took out a shawl from the small handbag she was carrying.

Before Jian Lan could say anything, Mr. Darcy quickened his pace, walked up to Elizabeth, and took the cashmere shawl.

Then Elizabeth passed the shawl to Mr. Darcy in a daze, and then Jian Lan took the shawl from Darcy in a daze.

In fact, Jian Lan really wanted to take a step back, saying that the minister is terrified, Your Majesty... Why did you do such a thing just to get closer to Elizabeth?

Well, since you can become brother-in-law with Mr. Vikum, this little thing is nothing

Jian Lan took the shawl and put it on with peace of mind, and smiled genuinely at Mr. Darcy

It is said that the world famous books that Jian Lan read when she was a child were all published by Beijing Yanshan Publishing House. Jian Lan has seen the famous 'cashmere' shawl in many world famous books.Especially in the books of the father and son Dumas and Dumas.There was a time when Jian Lan thought, is this 'cashmere' a shining brand?That must be the originator of Dior and Chanel... As a result, when Jian Lan learned the word Cashmere, which was translated as 'cashmere, cashmere', she was very sad for her ignorant childhood...

"simple?"

"What's wrong? Honey?" Jian Lan regained consciousness.

"Just now, Mr. Bingley told me that he wants you to get better soon!" For some reason, the expression of her gentle and lovely elder sister looked a little sinister at the moment.

That's because the natural Mr. Bentley bravely pointed out your dark circles...

"Thank you for your concern, Mr. Bingley." Jian Lan said with a friendly smile out of courtesy.

"Miss Bennett needs to recover as soon as possible. We are still waiting for you to sing a song at the banquet." Mr. Bingley said, showing eight small white teeth.

"What?" Jian Lan's eyes widened in surprise.

Let me sing a song? !This is crazy!Elizabeth, do you want to include the eldest sister in the army of shame? !

"Last time in Netherfield, Miss Mary said that Miss Bennett liked Mozart very much. Caroline, Louisa and I were all looking forward to Miss Bennett's performance." Mr. Bingley looked at Jian Lan. Without realizing it, he continued to speak with high spirits.

"I'm really not good at singing, Mr. Bingley." Jian Lan replied with a dry smile.

"How come? Elizabeth said that you always like to play the piano and sing together."

Playing the piano and singing...

"Does Mr. Bingley want me to sing 'The Magic Flute', 'Don Juan' or 'The Marriage of Figaro'? To be honest, I would like to sing, but I'm afraid I'll scare away your guests."

"So Miss Bennett knows "The Marriage of Figaro"? Great, you are as versatile as the rumors say!" Mr. Bingley said that he did not hear Jian Lan's voice-over at all, and followed Jian Lan's words. .

Jian Lan almost couldn't catch her breath, her small face was flushed red.

Sing, sing your sister!

Also "The Marriage of Figaro", I can barely play the prelude, it's not bad, but also with the score.As for singing, what do you ask me to sing for you who can't even sing at karaoke with a score of 90?

Do you want me to sing you "I don't want, I don't want, I don't want to grow up" by playing Mozart's Sonata No. 40 in G minor, Symphony No. 1, Chapter [-]?

Nima!