[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

"You...what are you talking about?"

Darcy felt the severe winter cold this night, and a cold air kept drilling into the crevices of his bones.

George: "Don't you understand?"

"Master Darcy let my sister go on condition that she swear."

Darcy's voice was extremely soft, "Swear what?"

George tilted his head and flashed a nasty grin.

"This... who knows?"

He stood up, patted the dust on the cashmere vest, and strode away.

Darcy looked at his back and called out to him.

George didn't pay much attention.

Darcy glanced at his mother who was sleeping peacefully in the bedroom. He leaned against the wall, slid down little by little, and hit the wall hard with his fists clenched.

Why did everything change overnight?

……

The shovel dug through the frozen ground and shoveled aside the soil mixed with ice and snow.

Darcy was dressed in black, silently looking at the dug cave, where his relatives would be buried in this black place.

It was still snowing in the sky, and the cold snow and ice slapped randomly on his face, his cheeks gradually became numb, and he couldn't feel the cold and pain.

Snowflakes fell on the black coffin, and before they could melt, they were covered by another snowflake. Gradually, a thin layer of snow also piled up on the coffin.

In such a weather, few flowers would bloom, and there was no need for everyone to offer flowers. As long as Mr. Zachary finished reading, they could fill the soil directly.

Mr. Zachary looked at the black book in his hand, his expression was solemn and calm, and his voice was gentle and majestic.

He didn't know how many times he had presided over such funerals, and he was already familiar with the process.

But Mr. Pastor, who is so familiar with the process, stumbled a little, and finally stopped reading.

Those attending the funeral looked at him suspiciously, but saw Mr. Zachary looking behind them in surprise.

People's eyes also follow where he is looking.

Between heaven and earth, heavy snow fluttered quietly.

Snowflakes almost obscured people's vision, and the world was pure white.

In this pure white room, a pure black figure that is getting closer and closer is particularly obvious.

In a simple black robe, Joe came across the cemetery, stepping on the snow.

She appeared to have traveled a long way, unwashed, with mud on the hem of her robe and on her boots.

However, her expression was gentle and solemn, like a black swan, walking through the graveyard lined with tombstones.

There is also a crow on a tombstone.

Seeing her approaching, the crow did not fly away, but tilted its head and kept looking at her with a pair of dark brown eyes.

Just when she was about to pass by the tombstone under the crow's claws, the crow suddenly spread its wings, flew up suddenly, and went straight to Joe's cheek.

Someone in the crowd exclaimed, and someone told Joe to avoid it quickly.

Darcy ran towards her in a hurry, but before she could take two steps, the crow obediently withdrew its sharp claws and landed on Joe's shoulder safely.

There is a magical tranquility in this strange scene.

When Joe approached in the wind and snow, everyone saw a red rose she was hiding in the sleeve of her robe, and the petals of the rose were still covered with ice and snow that had not yet melted.

The bright red roses are like flames, burning in the black and white world.

Mr. Zachary was surprised: "This weather... where did you find this rose?"

Joe said softly: "On the way from the village to Pemberley Manor, I accidentally found this one in the snow and ice, but it's a pity that it's the only one."

The system thought: I watched you shape it with your mental strength, master, you really lied and didn't make a draft.

Mr. Zachary couldn't help but said: "This one is already extremely rare, Joe, there are always miraculous things happening wherever you appear."

Joe lowered his eyes and looked sad. "Mr. Zachary, please don't say that."

Mr. Zachary reacted abruptly.

Yes, it seemed to good-natured Jo that she couldn't keep Mrs. Darcy alive, and that was nothing miraculous.

"People can't bring the dead back to life..." Mr. Zachary said softly.

If Joe can really be brought back to life, then, I'm afraid she will be firmly controlled by the upper echelons of the church, right?

Mr. Zachary felt a little chilled when he thought of the way he sent Joe's miracles to the higher-ups, but the higher-ups dismissed them.

Without a gorgeous family background, even a miracle can't make him go any further.

The upper management thinks that Joe is no different from those liars who are grandstanding and bluffing, which makes Joe, who has already entered the church, in a dilemma.

The church is full of sons of nobles. Mr. Zachary didn't know how Joe offended them, so that before he knew it, Joe had been driven to a remote country by them to spread the gospel. Only one person left with her The servants of the church, and a scrawny old horse and a mule.

Mr. Zachary really couldn't imagine why these gentlemen and nobles would target an innocent and kind girl like this.

Mr. Zachary thought to himself: Joe is simple and ignorant of world affairs. She may not think that this is someone deliberately targeting her. She may even think that this is a trial given to her by God, so she left happily , without even saying a word to him.

"Joe..." Mr. Zachary wanted to say a lot to her, but now is not the time to talk.

He paused, and said slowly: "... Hurry up and offer flowers."

"You brought this flower here, you must want to dedicate it to Mrs. Darcy?"

Joe nodded earnestly. Even in a black robe, she was still pure like an angel.

Holding the bright red rose in her hand, she came to the dark pit.

She bent down and gently brushed away the snow on the coffin with her hands that were red with cold.

Her originally white and slender hands were now red and swollen from the wind and snow.

However, as if she couldn't feel the pain, she swept away all the snow on the coffin with a kind of piety and tenderness.

Finally, she slowly placed the rose on the dark coffin.

She pressed the coffin, bent down, and gently kissed the lifeless coffin.

Her eyes were closed, and white frost and snow formed on her eyelashes.

Everyone watched this scene silently and couldn't help holding their breath.

After a long time, Joe stood up straight again and bowed shyly to Mr. Zachary.

Mr. Zachary nodded and continued to host the process.

Darcy stood in the front row of the crowd, watching his mother being buried in soil mixed with ice and snow.

Out of the corner of his eye he caught a glimpse of Joe wandering the cemetery, eventually stopping at a headstone.

Darcy suddenly thought that the owner of the tombstone was Joe's mother.

His memory seemed to go back to that year.

In the blink of an eye, Joe in front of the tombstone disappeared.

Darcy looked for her trace everywhere, but she was nowhere to be found.

After the funeral, Darcy stops George.

George was wearing a black cloak with a jewel inlaid at the collar of the cloak.

He casually fiddled with the gemstones on his neckline with his white gloved fingers, "What does Master Darcy want from me?"

Everything about his body is exquisite, and the outfit is not cheap at first glance, and it looks like it is newly made.

Seeing George like this, Darcy couldn't help thinking of the plainly dressed Joe with muddy boots just now.

Darcy couldn't help but asked, "Where did you get the money for your clothes?"

Although his father loved George Wickham, he would not give him so much money to spend on clothes.

George chuckled, "Where did I get it? Of course it's mine."

Darcy frowned.

George: "Stop looking down on people. Although I am not as rich as you, the young master, I still have the dowry left by my mother!"

Darcy's face was pale, and he whispered: "I'm sorry, I don't know..."

Probably because of the state of mind of his mother's death, his dislike for George also decreased a bit.

George looked at Darcy's expression and smiled, "But, although it is my mother's dowry, I am not using my share."

Darcy looked at him.

George gave him a nasty smile, "I used my sister's share, how about it, does it seem that the clothes are more valuable now?"

Darcy showed an expression of disbelief, and then he glared at George.

"what have you done!"

George spread his hands and said with a smile, "What can I do? My sister left it to me voluntarily."

Darcy was shocked.

The only money Jo had was the paltry dowry her mother had left her, and if she gave George that, she would really have nothing.

Darcy didn't want to believe it, "How is it possible? It must be you! You lied to her with sweet words!"

George chuckled, "Even the young master can't frame others casually. I didn't lie to her. She did give it to me on her own initiative. I'm all thanks to the kind master Darcy."

Darcy was puzzled, "What does this have to do with my father?"

"It has a lot to do with it. Do you remember what I told you about your father forcing my sister to swear?"

George glanced at Darcy's face slowly, "So, my sister swears that in this life, she will never get married, have no children, and never fall into any worldly love or hatred. In order to show her determination, she will give away her mother's dowry. gave it to me."

Darcy only felt that something collapsed in his heart, and this inexplicable emotion weighed heavily on his heart, making him nearly out of breath.

George: "Although I don't like you, you will do a good deed anyway."

Darcy looked at him blankly, but his eyes couldn't focus because of his complicated thoughts.

George pressed his shoulder and grinned, "If you weren't too close to my sister, how could Master Darcy force my sister to swear poisonous oath?"

George laughed loudly, and patted Darcy on the shoulder, "My dear Fitzwilliam, half of the gems on my chest are due to you!"

How can people be so shameless!

Darcy stared at George with disappointment and hatred.

George tugged at the neckline, "Darcy, it's all your fault, you are the one who caused all this, and you are the culprit of everything."

He leaned close to Darcy's ear and said softly: "In the future, stay away from girls from good families, and don't ruin her."

George saw the direction behind Darcy, and immediately changed a solemn and worried expression to catch up.

"Godfather, be careful."

George supported Master Darcy who was about to get into the carriage.

Master Darcy nodded, satisfied with George's thoughtfulness.

He turned his head to look at his eldest son, only to find that he was standing alone in the distance, not knowing what he was thinking.

George said with emotion: "Fitzwilliam is just too young to accept the blow for a while."

Master Darcy's expression became more and more ugly when he heard this.

He tapped the bottom of the carriage hard with his cane, "Too young? He's older than you!"

He couldn't hide his disappointment with Fitzwilliam Darcy, turned to George and said, "Let's go first."

George bowed his head in agreement.

……

On the other side, before Joe left the cemetery, he was stopped by a handsome boy who said his surname was Fitzwilliam.

Fitzwilliam was the original surname of Mrs. Darcy, she was the earl's daughter, so Fitzwilliam was naturally the noble surname of the earl, and later, this noble surname became Darcy's name.

The energy in this young man is stronger than that of ordinary people, and he is probably also a character who appears in the later books.

Joe bowed his head slightly and did not talk to him too much.

But Fitzwilliam rubbed his head and said: "I accidentally heard about you and the church. I think they made too much noise. How could a lady be allowed to ride a horse to such a remote place alone?"

Qiao said softly: "Why not? God gave me such a mission, and I need to spread it to those who need it. Before God, we are not men or women, we are just human beings."

"Well said!" An exclamation sounded from behind Joe.

A thin man suddenly came out from behind the wall. This man was none other than Mr. Al, the tutor who had taught Joe.

Mr. Ayre took off his hat and bowed respectfully to Joe, "Miss Wickham, I admire you very much, and I plan to say goodbye to you today."

"You and Mr. Wickham no longer need my teachings. In other words, you should be my teacher in terms of morality and perseverance in the heart."

Joe said softly: "Mr. Al, then from now on you..."

Mr. Al smiled and said: "You don't need to worry about me, I have found a new employer."

He said softly: "I hope that one day in the future, I can meet Miss again."

As he spoke, he pressed the hand with the hat on his abdomen, bent slightly, took Joe's hand, and kissed the back of her hand.

Qiao shook his head and said, "Excuse me, I rode back and my hands were a little red and swollen."

Mr. Al held her hand with one hand and said with a smile: "No, I think this is the most beautiful hand."

"Miss Jo Wickham, I have never seen a girl as beautiful as you, either in heart or in face."

"Just please don't refuse the help of those who love you."

He nodded to Mr. Fitzwilliam beside him and said, "Please trouble yourself about this matter."

"Do not……"

Mr. Fitzwilliam was ashamed to say that it was because of Jo's beauty that he could not help standing up for her.

Although they are all sons of nobles, they are still in the church anyway, so they have gone too far.

【yes!Master, what you have done to those noble children in the church is too much! 】