[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

At night, the moonlight renders the night in the manor into a mysterious deep purple.

Fitzwilliam Darcy stood at the window, quietly watching the distant scenery of the castle.

The wind pouring in from the window blows up the white curtains, like fog pouring in from the mountains.

Unwittingly, his memory flashed back to the time when he and Joe hid behind the curtains and under the covers.

Tomorrow, he can see Joe.

The place is still at the funeral.

He pressed his temples.

The first time he met Joe was at the funeral, and he wondered if that meant some kind of misfortune.

However, what he didn't know was——

On the floor below where he was, there was the room of Jojo's other wife, George Wickham.

At this moment, his much-loved brother was quietly knocking on the door of George Wickham's room with a look of apprehension.

George Darcy had hardly knocked when the door was flung open.

Because the time was too short, even George Darcy, who knocked on the door, was stunned for a moment.

George Wickham leaned against the door, looked George Darcy up and down, and couldn't help but "tsk".

Wickham said unceremoniously: "It's obviously me who died, right? What are you doing with such an expression?"

George Darcy touched his face in confusion, "I...what expression did I make?"

Wickham shook his head, stepped aside, "Come in."

George Darcy hesitated.

"Hurry up, don't you want all the servants in the castle to know that you came to find me? I have no problem, I'm afraid your brother will think that I deliberately lead you into trouble."

George Darcy seemed to be stabbed by a certain word in his sentence, showing a guilty expression.

He lowered his head and said softly, "I don't need to wear it, it's already...too bad."

Wickham laughed, "Hey, are you trying to compare me with who is the more asshole, who is the worse?"

"Come in quickly, you're like a lamb, it's a long time before you learn how to be bad."

Wickham directly dragged him in and closed the door.

George Darcy stood anxiously in the middle of the room, and Wickham sat reclining in a chair in a relaxed manner.

He was wearing a white silk pajamas, his light brown hair was hanging down softly, and he looked like a noble young master ready to fall asleep.

He covered his mouth and yawned.

"Ah, if you have something to say, hurry up and talk about it. Are you here to challenge my patience?"

"No... not really."

George Darcy hesitated and looked ashamed.

Wickham: "Oh, with your expression, don't you come to me to confess?"

George Darcy immediately showed an expression of being guessed.

Wickham clicked his tongue, "I'm not my sister, so I don't have the mood to listen to other people's confessions. Besides, why don't you go to find Joe, this is a good opportunity."

"No...no!" George Darcy's face was pale, but his voice became smaller and smaller, "...it's impossible."

"I... I'm so bad."

Wickham sat upright and said with great interest, "I won't be sleepy if you say this."

"Say it out for me... Cough cough, give me the details, let me see what's wrong with you?"

George Darcy hung his head so that Wickham could see only the round center of his head.

"I... the first time I saw Miss Wickham was at my father's funeral. The first time I saw her, I felt... my heart didn't belong to me."

"She passed me, and I felt like I was hooked by the moon, tripped by the sun, and my eyes were full of stars."

Wickham suppressed a smile, "So?"

George Darcy: "I was originally in poor health, and I have gotten better these years, but my father and brother were afraid that I would get sick, so they didn't let me go out at will, and Miss Wickham didn't associate with Pemberley Manor at all. ... I really haven't seen her for a long time, I think if I don't see her again, she might forget me."

He clutched his trouser legs, and said with a sad face: "So, let me think again, is it only at a funeral that we can meet again."

"I'm afraid I'm crazy, I'm expecting a funeral!"

He suddenly raised his voice, and trembled slightly as if frightened by his own voice.

His legs softened, and he couldn't help but hold on to the railing of the bed.

"When I did think so, I too was intimidated by my malevolent desire."

George Darcy looked up with a pale face, "I was bewitched by the devil, right? That's why I made such a terrible oath."

"Huh? Devil?"

Wickham narrowed his eyes. "Have you ever heard the whisper of the devil? Or made any agreement with the devil?"

"What, what?" George Darcy looked bewildered.

Wickham relaxed.

"Tch, it seems that there is not."

It hurt him to think that this guy had really met a devil, but it turned out that what he met was just a ghost in his heart.

George Darcy: "Nothing? Is there no devil? No, there is. Just when I thought I could only meet Miss Wickham at a funeral, news of the death of Butler Wickham came."

Wickham tilted his head, "So, you think my father was cursed to death by you?"

George Darcy showed obvious worry and fear on his face, but even so, he stretched out his hand tremblingly, and handed the young man's thin wrist to him.

"I...please let me be judged by the church."

Wickham looked at him gravely, intently, as if looking into the depths of his soul.

George Darcy was almost suffocating.

"Who gave you the courage to come to me and admit that you killed my father."

Wickham stared at him, "Do you think that with Fitzwilliam protecting you, you can escape my punishment?"

George Darcy swallowed hard, "I, I didn't, I really want to apologize and make up for it."

"Make it up? How to make it up? Put you on the stake and burn it? Like treating witches before?"

Although George Darcy was trembling all over, he still insisted on straightening his back.

There was something of Fitzwilliam Darcy in him about him.

The next moment, Wickham suddenly laughed.

"Okay, I get it."

"Huh?" George Darcy was dumbfounded.

"Don't you do something to me?"

Wickham looked disgusted, "What are you doing to you? You have something worthy of my attention, unless you hate me once now and immediately feel happy again, otherwise you can stay where you are cool."

George Darcy did not expect that Mr. Wickham would ignore the confession he had been preparing all night.

"Aren't you going to take revenge on me?"

Wickham: "I've seen people asking for money and food, but I haven't seen anyone asking for revenge. Okay, my father's death has nothing to do with you. If you want to say who killed him, you can only say He was killed by ignorance, tsk, you didn't see that he was tricked by Mr. Will to spill the pot of blood."

In other words, if it was not human emotion but human blood that provided energy for him and his planet, he would be a doctor immediately, and he would be able to feed the entire planet with bloodletting therapy in a few years.

The blood shed by human beings due to ignorance and ignorance can be twisted into a long and thin rope, which can circle the earth and stars several times.

George Darcy: "And yet, I want to see Miss Wickham, and am delighted at the coming funeral."

He blankly said to his son that he was happy about his father's funeral because he could see his daughter at his father's funeral.

Wickham stared at him dumbfounded, wondering whether he did it on purpose or just by nature.

Wickham: "Do you think I won't beat you because of my good temper?"

George Darcy: "Eh? But I...ah!"

He finally realized his weird approach.

With a pale face and a look of remorse, "Hold, I'm sorry, I didn't mean that."

Wickham waved his hand, "Okay, if you want to confess, go confess to my sister. By the way, don't you know how to use such a good reason?"

"Don't worry, even if you completely expose your dirty thoughts to my sister, my sister won't blame you."

He showed a strange smile, "She loves all people in the world equally, whether they are good people or bad people; whether they are beggars or kings."

"Go and confess to her, he will purify your heart."

The system is matched with George Wickham's mood: [Small, let's see if my sister doesn't suck you up! 】

George Darcy: "Yes, yes, but why are you helping me like this?"

He was puzzled and curious.

Wickham smiled slightly, "Because I also hope that my sister can have a good home. In my opinion, you are the most suitable person."

George Darcy was flattered, and the ignorant young master couldn't believe it.

Wickham: "Don't worry, you do what I say, my sister must like you the most."

George Darcy answered at once.

"You don't have to have a psychological burden. You are not the only one who is looking forward to seeing her at the funeral. It's just that some people are better at pretending than you."

George Darcy opened his eyes wide.

His mood, which had calmed down, became uneasy again.

That person like him... who could it be?

Also in this estate?

Wickham satisfactorily extracted his emotions in return for his evening consultations.

System: [I knew there was no free lunch in the world, who would have thought that there is no free confession. 】

George Wickham said indifferently: "It's God's business to forgive him. It's good that I didn't send him to see God directly."

system:【……】

……

In the anticipation of everyone... Huh?Is there something wrong?The funeral of Butler Wickham came.

Because only a butler died and was buried, not many people came, and the level of guests was not as high as when Lord Darcy died.

Just because of the presence of Mr. Darcy and his younger brother, many people who wanted to do business with Mr. Darcy also mixed in and wanted to take the opportunity to talk.

Joe Wickham officiated at the funeral.

She heard many people pointing at her, saying that she was the old lady without a penny dowry.

Then, in the blink of an eye, these people were stopped by George Wickham to borrow money one by one.

George said with a sad expression: "I'm going to a university town to study law, but I don't have enough money. Master Darcy is different from Master Darcy. He... he can't give me much support, because my father passed away, and I have no money with them. Darcy's family has nothing to do with it anymore. The lawyer also said that I can't get my father's inheritance for a while because it requires very complicated procedures. However, the school is eager to urge me to pay the tuition fees. I... I really have no choice Oh, you are all my father's close friends during his lifetime, can you lend me some money to let me temporarily turn around, don't worry, as soon as I get my father's inheritance, I will return it to you immediately, double the amount, I, I You can swear on my father's grave!"

These people wouldn't refuse poor George at a funeral, even for dead old Wickham's sake.

In particular, he swore on his father's grave.

They all agreed and gave him a lot of money.

The system pondered over this matter, but felt that something was not quite right.

【Master, what are you doing? 】

George: "Oh, I'll double the money back later, and borrow a bigger sum, and after that, I should start leaving the Darcy's and go join the army, well, don't even think about getting their money, Oh, whoever made them dare to laugh at Joe, I'll make them a laughing stock themselves."

"Oh, I'm such a kind person. There are too few deceptions in this era. I let them grow their brains for free."

The system said painfully: [What have you learned in my treasure house of knowledge! 】

George jumped up and down to borrow money on one side, while Joe on the other side read the eulogy solemnly.

She scanned the crowd calmly, but found a new face.

This new face obviously came for Fitzwilliam Darcy, and Fitzwilliam Darcy was not surprised to see him, and even exchanged a few words with him with a gentle expression.

Joe heard someone in the crowd talking about him, calling him "Mr. Bingley."

Joe put his hands on his chest and lowered his eyes silently.

Great, new energy generator... yuck, new characters have appeared.

She is about to act.

Before the plot begins, please lend me your emotions.

While she was watching Mr. Bingley, the others were silently watching her.

According to legend, Miss Wickham can see the souls of the dead, so why does she keep looking at the ground?

Did old Mr. Wickham go to hell instead of heaven?

The people who came to the funeral and were deeply baptized by Miss Wickham's reputation were stunned.

I always feel like I know some great secret!