Pride and Prejudice: The Embarrassing Life of Miss Jane Bennett

London, England.

"Henry, is there any response to those letters you wrote earlier?" A slender and thin young man leaned lazily on his desk and asked the person standing at the door.

The young man's blond hair was not combed as meticulously as a gentleman nowadays, but instead looked a little decadent and hung on his forehead.

"Sir, the newspaper said that only one of them replied and attached a novella." After a pause, the young man named Henry said, "It's the whole novel."

"Oh?" The young man raised his eyelids slightly, allowing people to see the interest in those gray-green eyes.The young man curled his lips and asked, "Who is it?"

"It's Miss Jane Bennett, whose pseudonym is 'Aquarius Age'."

Hearing this, the young man raised his eyebrows high.

Aike Ruisi? Ai Zhi, Aquarius Age (AgeofAquarius)?interesting.I didn't expect that there would be Christians in such a backward place in the south with such a pseudonym.

Doesn't she know what entering the Age of Aquarius means?

"Wait, you just said that the reply was the woman who wrote a story outline and submitted it?" The young man suddenly remembered something and asked.

"Yes, it's Miss Jane Bennett who lives in Hertfordshire." Henry answered with a bow. :

"Bring me the novel she sent over." The young man said.

"This..." Henry hesitated.

"What? The novel is so well written that the old people in the editorial department can't put it down?" The young man said jokingly.

"I don't know, sir. I originally wanted to bring back the manuscript, but the gentlemen in the editorial department are still discussing it." Henry, who was expressionless, frowned suddenly when he said this, and then continued: "Mr. They seem to be discussing the plot... about whether the hero should do something."

"Oh? What kind of novel is she writing?" The young man became interested and asked.

"It's a Gothic novel, sir."

Hearing Henry's words, the young man leaned back in his chair with some disappointment, and murmured: "What good things can be written in Gothic novels, those ignorant old guys."

"Sir, there will be a banquet between you and the cotton suppliers and the owners of several other textile mills in a while." Henry decisively let go of his purely fun topic and moved on to the next one.

The spirit of the young man was instantly sluggish, and he said weakly, "Henry, I seem to have caught a cold last night."

Henry, who had kept his head down and expressionless, suddenly raised his head, looked at the young man, and said, "You didn't seem to have any signs of catching a cold when you were surrounded by girls talking and laughing last night."

"That's because we waited too long for the carriage at the end of the dance." The young man said without changing his face.

"Mr. Nicholas de Duran!" Henry emphasized

"Okay, okay, prepare the clothes for me." The young man rubbed his hair, stood up, and said.

"Oh, yes, I have time to show me the novel written by that woman." Before entering the dressing room, the young man said to Henry.

"Yes, sir."

"ash"

Please don't be overwhelmed by curiosity and compassion, especially at night.Because you don't know who the person you rescued is.

He could be a wounded knight, a prince in trouble, or a... bloodthirsty devil.

Nicholas was sitting in the swaying carriage, holding a thick stack of letter paper in his hand, reading the smooth and elegant calligraphy on the paper in the slightly dim light of dusk.

The story begins with a vulgar story.The beautiful and kind lord's daughter and the knight who guarded her rescued the wounded man who passed out by the river.A day later, the man disappeared in the room with the door tightly closed, leaving only a red, bloody gemstone pendant.

The girl just accepted the beautiful pendant, but she didn't know that the man she saved would come back every night to secretly spy on this mortal who saved her by accident.

With such a beginning, the following story is easy to guess.The man who had been hiding in the dark rescued the girl who was almost humiliated and her knight when the girl's father failed in the war with other lords, and brought them back to a castle with heavy curtains on every window.Then, during the beautiful nights together, feelings gradually arose.Only then did the girl discover the secret of this castle with an eternally weird atmosphere.

Black coffins, fresh corpses and bloodless crosses.

The girl finally discovered that the handsome man who was chatting with her by the fireplace with a goblet in his hand was not a hero, not even a human being, but a vampire.

The goblet in his hand was not filled with red wine that had been cellared for 20 years, but... blood.

As I read this, the sun has fully set.

The handwriting on the paper could no longer be read clearly, so Nicholas put down the letter paper and stopped trying to read the handwriting on it.

He underestimated that woman.

So far the story has been told without the vulgar descriptions that he considered almost Gothic.Just relying on her narration, he seemed to feel the darkness of the castle, those ferocious vines, the pale and bloodless servants and the eternal lifeless day.Even roses seem to only bloom at night.

Even Nicholas himself was shocked when the girl discovered that his hero was a vampire who would bark his fangs and bite the neck of a human.Even though today's novels write about those ghosts, the protagonists are all human beings.Generally, it is a story of a kind and brave hero and heroine defeating the evil devil in the castle and finally being together happily.However, that woman actually told him that this man, who was described as extremely elegant in terms of language, expression, dress, and behavior as a real nobleman, turned out to be an evil vampire?

Would a vampire have the restrained but passionate emotions she described, such contradictory but complicated human nature?

"Henry, what were those old men arguing about?" Nicholas asked, rubbing the center of his brows with two fingers.

"It seems to be talking about whether Catherine should be turned into a... vampire."

Nicholas was taken aback for a moment, and then thought instantly.Although the scene is described so horribly, it seems that the girl named Catherine and the hero with the same name as herself have already fallen in love.In all legends, vampires have the cursed longevity.If in the end this story is to end with the popular happy ending, then there is only one way to turn Catherine into a vampire.

But... Nicholas frowned, looking at less than a quarter of the letter paper he had read.Is she going to spend the next three quarters describing how to become a vampire?

"Hurry up and go home," Nicholas ordered.

"Not going to Miss Lavender's party today, sir?"

"No, turn around and go back to the house."

"Okay, sir."

That day in Meryton, Elizabeth walked with Mr. Wycombe for a while, and at night, she rushed to Jian Lan's room and told her what Wycombe had arranged for Mr. Darcy.

Listening to Elizabeth's so-called description without personal prejudice at all, Jian Lan seemed to see a dark and wretched character who was meaner and meaner than Harpagon.

Girl, are you sure you're talking about Darcy?

Jian Lan looked at Elizabeth embarrassingly, thinking so.

At that time, Jian Lan had recovered her composure long ago, but when she saw Elizabeth who believed in Wycombe, Jian Lan still said silently in her heart: Look, Mr. Darcy, you know how much you have failed, my sister Not only do they completely disbelieve that you are a noble character, but they also process you into a novel-like character with various means of expression...

After thinking about it, Jian Lan decided not to speak well of Mr. Darcy for the time being.First, I have always been a victim of Mr. Darcy's arrogance, and I have no position to say that Mr. Darcy is good. Second, I can't say anything about sisters. You don't know, Darcy's sister was almost abducted by Wycombe. Well, our little sister will certainly and definitely will be abducted by Wycombe in the future.

But at this moment, Jian Lan suddenly felt that there was something wrong, but after thinking about it, she felt that there was nothing wrong.Unable to figure it out, Jian Lan simply stopped thinking about it.

But not long after, when Jian Lan finally realized what was wrong at that time, Jian Lan almost wanted to jump and curse.

This shitty original!

"Darcy, are you going to London this time to meet some beautiful lady?" Mr. Bingley blinked and teased as he sent Darcy to the carriage.

"I don't know what Miss Elizabeth will think if she sees you like this." Darcy glanced at Bingley and said lightly.

"Darcy! I find you've been meaner and meaner since you came to Hertfordshire!" Bingley shouted in protest, "I only care about you as a friend! I really don't understand why, your footprints are almost Traveled all over England, and all of Europe, determined not to be moved by anyone."

"I don't understand you either, Bentley." Darcy stopped getting into the car, looked into the light green eyes of his good friend, and asked, "Are you really in love with Miss Elizabeth? Love her so much that you don't care what she does in the future." ..." Darcy paused, and finally did not say the word 'low'. "Love her so much that you don't care about her relatives? Don't you care about her sisters who behave inappropriately?"

Bingley froze for a moment, and then shouted again: "Darcy, really, may God forgive you. Sister? Is Miss Bennet not decent in your eyes? Miss Mary is not decent in your eyes either? In my opinion Come on, it's just that the two youngest sisters lack discipline."

Bingley did not notice the flash of emotion in Darcy's eye at the mention of Miss Bennet.

"Besides, I have already said that even if her uncles are so many that they can fill Gypsy Street, it will not affect their cuteness!"

Looking at Bentley, a smile flashed in Darcy's eyes, but only briefly.Then, Darcy said: "But if you really marry Miss Elizabeth, it means that you have to accept everything in the Bennett family. The trouble will not be just a few relatives who behave inappropriately."

I don't know who Darcy is talking to.

Bingley wanted to say something, but was interrupted by Darcy.

"Okay, you'd better think about it."

After speaking, Darcy got into the carriage and left without looking back.

He never made up his mind not to be impressed by anyone.

Darcy turned his head and looked at the receding field scenery.

It's just that I haven't met the person my mother told me about.

However, did you really not come across it?

"As for you, Mr. Darcy, since you are here to relax in the countryside and see the jokes of us people, please be a good audience, and you'd better not get too immersed in the plot of the play, and be careful not to get stuck in the mud at the end. Inextricable."

That soft and pleasant voice, that sentence, seemed to appear in my ears again.

"Stuck in the mud? Can't get out of it? You think too much of yourself, Miss Bennett!"

Darcy lowered his face and said to himself.

When Jian Lan took a walk in the morning the next day, she found that Mr. Darcy hadn't come.

Jian Lan regretted beating herself a hundred times in her heart.Who are you going to ask Mr. Collins to flatter you? !

Resign yourself to fate, this is the woman, and her name is capricious.

"Darcy was off to London last night on business, but will be back when we give the ball," replied Mr. Bingley.

Mr. Darcy, I never expected your presence so much.Turning her head and seeing Mr. Collins complimenting Mr. Darcy in front of Mr. Bingley, Jian Lan wailed in her heart.

Two days later, it was the day when they got together at Aunt Philip's house. Hey, it was the well-informed kind of gathering that Mrs. Bennett said that 24 families had dinner together o(╯□╰)o

Jian Lan slipped away under the cover of Elizabeth and Mary while her cousin Collins was praising Aunt Philip.Is she easy?Thought Jian Lan who got rid of Cousin Collins.She was obviously wearing a western classic, but it looked like she was wearing some kind of spy war novel.She used all kinds of empty city tricks, anti-indirect tricks, and best tricks.

In the end, it was successful in exchange for Mrs. Bennett shouting at Jian Lan: "Jane, please take pity on my fragile nerves!"

Tell the truth, Mrs. Bennet, dare you touch your underwear and say, who in our family will not pity your nerves?You dare? !

Doesn't even Lydia bow before your fragile nerves?

Although she was slandering her, Jian Lan just gave Mrs. Bennet a very pure and docile look, then lowered her head aggrieved, and did not speak.

Damn, if she is lucky enough to wear it back, she must go to the Beijing Film Academy of Chinese Opera or something, and then choose Xiaobaihua to act, she is familiar with it.

Mr. Bennet lifted his eyes from the newspaper, glanced at Jane with a smile, blinked, and then buried his head in the newspaper again.

"Oh, Mr. Bennet, tell me about Jane, how could she neglect Mr. Collins so much?!" Mrs. Bennet saw that her eldest daughter was not allowed in, so she turned to persuade Mr. Bennet.

"My Mrs. Bennet, how much more enthusiasm do you want for Jane? You know, even Elizabeth is not as enthusiastic as your beloved Mr. Bingley."

"I'm angry when I say it, Lizzie! Don't you want to be the mistress of Netherfield?!" Mrs. Bennet's anger was successfully transferred to Elizabeth.

Seeing that Elizabeth was more reticent than Jane, Mr. Bennett smiled and winked at Jian Lan again, then remained silent.

Women like Mrs. Bennet have always had this characteristic. If you distract her, maybe she will go to Hill after a while to order something, and naturally forget you. On the contrary, if you talk to her Debate, then you will never win.Because she will always have a big killer - that good friend who will never leave her - fragile nerves. .

I have to say, Mr. Bennett, you've got that guy's temper out of his head.Looking at Mrs. Bennett, who did not know when she started to praise Lydia for her handsome red uniform Wycombe, Jian Lan thought to herself. .

Jian Lan lowered her head and continued her needlework.

Returning to Aunt Philip's party, Jian Lan turned around and came to a slightly remote room, where several officers and wives were divided into two tables to play cards.There are too few people and it's not easy to hide. Jian Lan curled her lips and planned to find another place, preferably with big curtains. If she stood back then, that Mr. Collins would definitely not be able to find her!Stay safe until the party is over and go straight to bed.Her cousin, who abides by all etiquette, will certainly not bother her anymore. .

"Miss Bennett?"

A pleasant but unfamiliar voice sounded from behind Jian Lan. .

Quickly adjusted his expression, turned gracefully, and looked at the source of the sound. .

Handsome and ugly face, unconscious eyes, thin and sexy lips, bright but slightly frivolous smile, and the red uniform that can kill thousands of girls. .

Even Jian Lan, who has seen all kinds of two-dimensional and three-dimensional beauties, has to say that Wycombe does have the capital to be obsessed with.His smile is like a poppy. He knows the danger, but he will still be attracted involuntarily. .

Thinking about it, Mr. Darcy would not fall in love with such a wretched man... Jian Lan covered her face when she imagined the plot of him and Darcy [being alone].

Looking at Wycombe like this, and remembering the Wycombe in the [-]th edition who looked too indulgent, Jian Lan couldn't help but cursed in her heart.

This shitty TV show!