[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

"I can't do it, ma'am, I'm afraid..."

Mr. Will hesitated to speak, and shook his head at Mr. Darcy.

Master Darcy looked serious, turned his head to the butler Wickham and said: "Send someone to call Fitzwilliam back. He can't miss his mother's funeral."

"Also, please invite Mr. Zachary over."

Butler Wickham bent down and withdrew with a sad expression.

This is to let the priest listen to Mrs. Darcy's dying prayer, right?

Master Darcy stared at the woman lying on a very ornate wooden bed decorated with silk and lace, but as thin as a bone.

Obviously he had already sent someone to invite the pastor, and he had accepted the fact that his wife was about to die, but he still turned his head and looked at Mr. Will, his smoky eyes were full of tiny hopes.

He whispered: "Mr. Will, is there really no other way?"

Mr. Will lowered his head, "I can't do anything, unless a miracle comes."

"Miracle..." Master Darcy didn't know what he thought of.

"Cough." Mrs. Darcy coughed suddenly on the bed.

Master Darcy took a step forward subconsciously, and stopped again. He waved his arm to signal the maid to step forward.

Mrs. Young quickly squeezed away the people around her, leaned forward, helped Mrs. Darcy, who kept coughing and could only open her eyes slightly, as if she had something to say.

Master Darcy clenched his hands, lowered his head slightly, and said softly: "Is there anything else you want to tell me?"

Mrs. Darcy shook her head with difficulty and pain.

She tilted her head up, pressing her head on Mrs. Young's shoulder, opened her mouth in pain, and trembled feebly.

"Joe..." She called the name weakly and hoarsely.

Master Darcy stepped forward and pressed Mrs. Darcy's shoulder, "You are tired, take a good rest."

Mrs. Darcy closed her eyes, breathing hard, "Joe... let Joe..."

Master Darcy's expression was not very good, "There are some things you need to think about carefully."

He bent down, approached Mrs. Darcy's ear, and whispered: "You still have a young son, he will not inherit the estate of Darcy's family in the future, if your dowry is not left to him, he can only become a priest, Or marry a rich enough merchant lady."

Mrs. Darcy's eyelids trembled a few times, and she slowly opened her eyes, her absent-minded eyes gradually focusing.

She watched her husband silently.

After taking a few breaths, she said softly, "None of the things you worry about will happen."

Mrs. Darcy turned her head away, "Call Joe... come in."

Only then did Master Darcy nod, and sent the servants beside him to find Joe.

The servant froze as soon as he went out.

Master Darcy frowned, dissatisfied: "What are you doing?"

The servant pointed to the front, "Master, Master!"

Master Darcy walked over with a serious expression, but he saw a lot of people gathered in the corridor, only a place by the window was vacant, which looked particularly conspicuous, and in the center of the vacant place was a girl in a white skirt kneeling.

She bowed her head slightly, praying devoutly, the moonlight fell on her skirt, emitting a hazy white light, as if she was shining.

Master Darcy said, "Joe."

Joe didn't move.

Mr. Darcy was about to speak again when George Wickham emerged from the crowd, and gave Jo a very winking pat.

Jo was in a trance, and she still had a pious and compassionate look on her face. When she turned her head to look at Master Darcy, her eyelashes shone slightly in the moonlight, and there was a teardrop there.

Master Darcy's expression softened a little, and he said, "Joe, go and see her."

Jo staggered to his feet, dazed, and almost floated into Mrs. Darcy's room.

Seeing that she is so sincerely sad for Mrs. Darcy and praying for her safety, Lord Darcy can't help but change his prejudice against her in the past.

Perhaps, Joe is really pure and white like the Lord's lamb, without worldly desires.

Jo goes to Mrs Darcy's bedside

Mrs. Darcy tried weakly to sit up.

Mrs. Young stopped her and said, "Ma'am, you are still weak now, so if you have anything to say, just say so."

However, Mrs. Darcy insisted on getting up.

Mrs. Young had to support her and cooperate with her actions.

Mrs. Darcy finally sat down on her knees on the bed, folded her hands, and bowed her head to Jo.

Qiao was slightly stunned, and turned to look at Master Darcy.

Lord Darcy: "Is she going to say her dying prayers?"

"Where's the pastor? Where's Mr. Zachary!" Master Darcy's voice was full of tension and anger.

"My lord, the priest is still on his way."

Master Darcy looked at Joe suspiciously.

Although Qiao has worked in the church before, can she really do this kind of thing at such a young age?

Joe turned his head and said softly, "Ma'am, now is not the time."

She pressed Mrs. Darcy's hand, her voice was like a gentle breeze, "You will see Master Darcy, God said, it is not time for you to return to God's arms."

She bent down, and kissed Mrs. Darcy's forehead as if kissing a rose.

Obviously Mrs. Darcy was seriously ill, her face was ugly, and she couldn't take a bath. She had an unpleasant smell on her body, which could only be covered up with a strong smell of spices. The combination of the two was particularly unpleasant, but Joe didn't seem to smell it. At this point, she loves everyone in the world equally, and kisses every suffering soul.

After Mrs. Darcy was kissed by her, the expression of enduring pain suddenly disappeared on her face, and she showed a peaceful and satisfied expression, as if all the pain in her body disappeared at once.

Jo helped the peaceful Mrs. Darcy to lie down slowly.

Mrs. Darcy let her move like a marionette.

Jo stooped, and tucked Mrs. Darcy tenderly.

Mr. Will stepped forward hurriedly, "Wait..."

Under Jo's reproachful gaze, he swallowed his voice, and reexamined Mrs. Darcy.

Master Darcy frowned and said, "Mr. Will?"

Mr. Will looked at Joe in disbelief, showing that he had encountered some difficulty.

Master Darcy urged: "What's the matter?"

Mr. Will came back to his senses in a trance, "It's amazing, Mrs. Darcy's condition has stabilized all of a sudden."

"what?"

Master Darcy looked at his wife who was sleeping peacefully.

"Didn't you just say..." Master Darcy's suspicious eyes fell on Mr. Will.

Mr. Will was also very embarrassed. After all, he had just issued a death notice to Mrs. Darcy. As a result, Mrs. Darcy was out of danger so soon.

Mr. Will pondered, as if thinking of a reasonable explanation.

"Ah, this must be God's will."

A familiar voice suddenly sounded at the door.

Mr. Will and Mr. Darcy turned their heads and saw Mr. Zachary, the vicar, standing at the door, crossing his chest with a pious expression.

Mr. Zachary nodded to Master Darcy, "I'm glad that my purpose didn't come true this time, but I have an important matter to discuss with you."

Master Darcy naturally knew what he wanted to say.

If Mrs. Darcy's turn to safety is really thanks to Joe... No, how could it be!

Master Darcy thought disdainfully in his heart: others don't know what the church looks like, doesn't he know it?

At this time, only the eldest son of aristocratic families has complete inheritance rights, while the other sons hardly inherit much. If they still want to live a wealthy life, they must marry a rich lady, or be arranged by the family to have a relatively good errand. Well, most of these errands are church priests or positions in the army, so the church is just a place for nobles to fill their children who have no inheritance rights so that they can support themselves.

The aristocrats of the diocese have a great deal of power to decide the matters of the diocese, and the church personnel above dare not say anything at all.

What kind of church is just a tool of the nobility.

Although Lord Darcy knew it in his heart, he couldn't say it out.

Moreover, since Jo let Mrs. Darcy pass this test, no matter whether she is really capable or lucky, he is willing to help her in this good deed.

Master Darcy nodded, "Let's talk in the study."

From Mr. Darcy's attitude, Mr. Zachley knew that he was not running in vain today.

He followed with a smile.

Master Darcy turned his head to Mrs. Young and said, "Don't let them all crowd here, it's shameless."

Mrs. Young's eyes lit up.

In Pemberley Manor, she even had a limited number of times to see the master, let alone get orders from the master directly. It seems that she was right to take the job of taking care of Mrs. Darcy this time.

Mrs. Young immediately said, "Don't worry, I will do it."

She began to drive people away with arrogance and arrogance.

Mr. Will was carrying a bag full of medical equipment, and looked at the girl in front of him curiously, "Miss Wickham, if you don't mind, can I check your body? Don't worry, I won't be rude. "

Joe came back to his senses and said with a smile: "Sir, I believe in your character. Although I don't know what I just did, I am willing to cooperate with you."

Mr. Will was ashamed and grateful that he had to bother such a little lady just because of his own curiosity.

The two looked for another place to chat, and Mrs. Young drove most of the people who had gathered in the corridor away until she came to a beautiful boy leaning on the window sill.

Mrs. Young smiled and said, "Master Wickham, there's nothing to see here, and the corridor is cold, how about..."

George smiled and turned sideways, "Mrs. Younger, fortunately Mrs. Blue is not here, isn't it?"

Mrs. Blue was brought over by Mrs. Darcy from Earl Fitzwilliam's house. She has been taking care of Mrs. Darcy all the time. If she is still here now, Mrs. Younger can't intervene.

Mrs. Young looked at the boy in front of her and said, "Master Wickham knows where Mrs. Blue has gone?"

George smiled mischievously, "I don't know, but I saw Mrs. Blue and Mrs. Catherine secretly talking in the corner before. Maybe she went to see Mrs. Catherine."

Mrs. Young: "Is she going to tell Lady Catherine to let Lady Catherine come to see Mrs. Darcy for the last time?"

Mrs. Young pondered: "But how did she know? She wasn't here when I came."

George: "Naturally..."

He lowered his voice, as if he wanted to tell her something secretly.

Mrs. Young bent over him.

George smiled, "...I told her."

Mrs. Young was dumbfounded.

George said incomprehensibly; "I saw Mary, the maid serving Mrs. Darcy, rushing over and asked her what happened, and she told me that my wife was dying, so I unconsciously told Mrs. Blue. The lady ran so fast that she didn't even see Mrs. Darcy getting better."

Mrs. Young stared at George incredulously.

I didn't expect him to be so scheming at such a young age.

Mrs. Young: "Why are you doing this?"

George put his hands behind his head and leaned against the wall, "Why? Mrs. Younger, you should know best."

"I always feel that you are the most suitable candidate for this position after my father quits this position. After all, you have worked in Pemberley Manor for so many years."

George tilted his head, "My father is no longer a housekeeper, and those servants who are already jealous of me may not be as respectful to me as they used to be."

Mrs. Younger smiled, "You think a lot at such a young age. You are Lord Darcy's godson, so what can they do to you?"

George: "It's never Darcy who manages Pemberley Manor, but these ordinary servants in the manor. Regardless of their low status, I can drink a pot of them if any of them have a bad idea, for example , In such a cold weather, why did you forget to light a fireplace for my room? I’m afraid I’ll get sick and have a fever? Not every child can be as lucky as Darcy, and some children will die because of a fever.”

Mrs Young caught her breath.

I didn't expect this George Wickham to see it so thoroughly.

George raised his head, even looking at Mrs. Young who was older and taller than him, she didn't look suppressed at all.

"As I said, it will not be any Darcy who will be in charge of Pemberley Park, but you, Mrs. Young."

"I deliberately told Mrs. Blue that I sent Mrs. Blue away to help you."

He smiled with crooked brows and eyes, looking extremely innocent, "I'm helping you now, and it's also for myself. After all, I may need your help in the future, Mrs. Younger the housekeeper."

Mrs. Young was so coaxed by his words that she almost beamed.

No wonder so many people in the house liked George Wickham, the rascal was such a sweet talker!

This black-hearted appearance is the complete opposite of Joe, who is ignorant of the world and doesn't care about the world. I don't know how Butler Wickham gave birth to such a pair of diametrically opposite children, like the polar opposites of black and white. .

Mrs. Young: "Understood. I also want to thank you, Master Wickham. Jenny has already told me what you helped him last time."

George touched his nose and said with a smile: "Ah, she said it. I really didn't expect it. I always do good deeds without leaving a name."

The silently eavesdropping system couldn't hold back and gave him a sip.

For some reason, his master's vest named George just felt particularly annoying.

"How come?" George replied in his head, "I think my role is so cute, who can say no to an angelic boy like me?"

system:【……】

The system was afraid that if he continued to chat, he would not be able to help vomiting out all his knowledge, so he quickly changed the subject.

【Master, you saved Mrs. Darcy? 】

George: "I didn't save her, I just absorbed all her emotions and put her into a peaceful state."

The system sucked in a breath of cool air.

[In this case, wouldn't she be left with an empty shell? 】

People on their planet have a different perception of Earth humans than Earth humans have about themselves, because Earth humans don’t have spiritual power, and the emotions that can provide energy for spiritual power and the entire planet are easy. It is the core structure of human beings. If this core is removed, human beings will only be left with skins. People on their planet can even imitate their emotional core with spiritual power, so as to achieve the purpose of manipulating them.

"Is it an empty shell? I stuffed a little bit of my spiritual power in it,"

Downstairs, after talking with the doctor, Joe sat by the fireplace, smiling and gazing at the fire.

She said in a gentle voice that could heal people's hearts: "She begged me for this. She should thank me. It was I who allowed her to stay until she saw her eldest son."

The system trembled and said: [Master, is this really the case?Don't you choose to prolong Mrs. Darcy's life because you coveted Darcy's emotions when he watched his mother die in front of you? 】

Joe smiled, stretched out his hand, and let the light of the fire fall on his soft palm.

"Ah, it was an accident. I just wanted to enter the church earlier, and I don't want to play maid games here anymore."

The system dare not speak.

But why doesn't it believe a single word the master said?

At this time, a figure entered the room where Joe was.

The man closed the door, came silently, and sat down on the rug at Joe's feet.

The boy, whom Mrs. Young thought was bad, hugged his knees and sat obediently at the feet of the kind and innocent Joe.

Jojo controlled Joe to stretch out his hand, smiled and stroked George's light brown curly hair, which looked sweet and soft under the firelight.

Qiao Qiao said with emotion: "As expected, I pinched it out by myself, and it really fits the texture I like."

George lowered his head and rubbed against her palm, as if he was extremely dependent on her.

Qiaoqiao controlled George to take out his handkerchief again, and wiped his mouth for Joe.

Yes, yes, both of her waistcoats are working fine.