[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

After the funeral, George Darcy was the first to find Joe standing in front of the tombstone.

Joe squatted in front of the tombstone, his black robe spread out on the ground.

She reached out and stroked the tombstone tenderly.

A crow stood on the tombstone, turned its head, and combed its shiny black feathers under the sun.

George Darcy stood silently behind her, staring blankly at the outline of her profile.

Jojo suddenly had an idea.

The system had a bad premonition, 【Wait, master, do you want to...】

Qiao Qiao smiled and said, "I have a good way to kill three birds with one stone."

"Come on, George, help me lure two men over here."

George responded with a smile in his mind: "Don't worry, I promise to complete the task."

Joe concentrated on touching the tombstone in front of him, as if he didn't notice a person standing behind him at all.

Until George quietly attracted the two of them.

Without looking back, she asked, "Excuse me, is there anything I can help you with?"

Her voice was gentle and intoxicating, but with a faint cry.

George Darcy felt that his hands and feet were numb, and he didn't know what to do for a while.

With a sudden jolt, he began to turn his pocket up and down.

"I... sorry, I shouldn't be looking for you at this time."

Qiao settled down, and then slowly said: "I should apologize. Death in the world is not real death. My father is going where he should be. I should be happy for him."

George Darcy remembered what everyone said in the cemetery, subconsciously said: "Happy for him to go to hell?"

Joe: "..."

The system was happy in Joe's mind.

Joe stood up while leaning on the tombstone, but did not speak.

George Darcy covered his mouth, "Yes, I'm sorry, I know I can't speak, ah, Mr. Wickham always taught me this, but I..."

The little curls of his despondent hair were falling down.

Joe turned around.

George Darcy stared blankly at her face.

She clearly still had tears on her face, but she tried to show a comforting smile, as if she was clearly suffering, but she did not forget to save others.

She said softly: "You must trust me when you come to me, and I will not live up to your trust just because of my own mood."

"Please tell me your troubles. If there is something I can help, that would be great."

With her hand on her chest, tears dripping from her chin, her gentle and fragile appearance almost broke George Darcy's heart.

George Darcy at last found the handkerchief in his pocket.

He squeezed the handkerchief and wanted to hand it to her, but when he realized something, he boldly raised his hand and gently wiped away Joe's tears.

The white handkerchief was soaked with tears.

Her eyes were filled with mist, and she smiled and shed tears at him.

"Little Mr. Darcy, I see your troubles. What are you troubled for?"

George Darcy opened his mouth, but he really couldn't say in front of such a Joe—"I'm all for you".

He pressed the veil to the corner of her eyes, and said softly, "Joe... no, it's Miss Wickham. I did something wrong. I want God to forgive my sins. Will God forgive me?"

Qiao smiled inclusively, "Yes, God loves the world, and will forgive the world."

"What do you need God to forgive you for? God will forgive you, but will you forgive yourself?"

George Darcy's heart tightened suddenly.

Joe: "If you don't mind, you can tell me as much as you want, I won't tell others."

George Darcy breathed out a soft breath, and made up his mind.

Suddenly, he knelt at Joe's feet.

Qiao looked down at him, but it was not surprising, as if someone had done such a move countless times.

George Darcy clasped his hands to his mouth, trembling like a sinner waiting to be judged.

However, he knew that it was not God who was going to judge him, but this cultivator who was as pure as the bright moon.

"I'm sorry..." His voice trembled, "I shouldn't have said this at this time, but I just can't bear it."

"I, I did something wrong, I did something unforgivable!"

In the twilight, the sky was burnt into deep red and light red.

The setting sun is reflected on the tombstone, dragging gorgeous traces.

It is obviously the most solemn place, but at this time it is a bit brighter.

The cemetery was silent, and under the witness of all the tombstones, a gorgeously dressed, beautiful and innocent boy knelt at the feet of a priest.

His snow-white cheeks were dyed red by the sunset.

His slightly trembling body was like a lamb to be sacrificed.

Qiao looked down at him with a gentle and elegant expression, but there was a feeling that she was sitting high above the clouds.

"I'm listening, don't be afraid, there is no one here except you and me."

This is a lie.

In addition to Joe and George Darcy, there are three other people hiding here.

George Darcy said softly: "I, I... I look forward to the funeral."

Joe didn't get angry, but watched him quietly.

George Darcy licked his lips and said carefully: "Because I fell in love with a woman at first sight at the funeral, so I have been looking forward to the arrival of the next funeral."

Joe raised his hand and gently stroked his head, "It's not your fault, there is nothing wrong with love."

His heart trembled heavily.

Seeing that she didn't blame him at all, George Darcy couldn't help but boldly said: "Even if my expectation caused your father's death?"

"No, his death was just a summons, and it has nothing to do with you."

Joe even smiled at him, "Love does not cause disaster, please don't blame love, and don't blame your loving heart."

Her tender relief brought George Darcy almost to tears.

Although his father and his elder brother doted on him very much, they had never comforted him so tenderly, and he had never felt what he felt today—as if his heart was soaked in warm milk.

George Darcy couldn't help but have more greed in his heart.

He asked, "What if I love someone I shouldn't? Am I wrong? Is there something wrong with my love?"

Qiao still told him: "There is nothing wrong with love. If she is the one you really love, you should love her like God."

"Will you resent because God can't be by your side all the time? Will you be wronged because God can't just give you love?"

George Darcy opened his eyes wide, "Of course not."

Joe: "Then you shouldn't love her because she's the wrong person, and you shouldn't be annoyed because she can't give you the same love you have."

"Remember, true love should be pure in body and mind, love the person you want to love like serving God, and offer everything you have. If God looks back, it will be your glory; if God cannot respond to your love, You should stick to it too."

"Everyone in the world is a cultivator. What we cultivate is love. What we cultivate is great love. What you cultivate is deep love. Although there are differences, the end point is the same."

George Darcy was stunned by the words, and it took him a long time to react.

"You mean, I can love? I... Miss Wickham, can I love you?"

Joe smiled gently and tolerantly, "I love you too, my lost lamb."

She lowered her head, held George Darcy's flushed face with excitement, and kissed him on the forehead.

"May God bless you, may your love bless you."

George Darcy's brain was congested, and blood was flowing everywhere in his body. He wanted to run, he wanted to scream, and he wanted to release his emotions.

"Thank you very much, Jo, no, Miss Wickham."

George Darcy grabbed the corner of Joe's jet-black robe, bent down slightly, and kissed the robe that looked like a crow's feathers.

He raised his head and stared at her with bright eyes.

He shall love her as God.

Jo stroked his head in relief, sucking in his excited, joyful emotional energy.

George Darcy gradually felt his heart calm down.

Joe withdrew his hand in satisfaction, "Thank you for your trust."

Also, thank you for your hospitality.

The system didn't understand what Qiao just said until now, 【Master, what you just said seems to be brainwashing! 】

【You, you are simply brainwashing him, making him your faithful believer. 】

Joe smiled purely and beautifully, "I don't know anything, I just gently comfort his people, I don't even know that the person he loves is me."

system:【……】

Ahhh, as expected of the bishop known as the "monster monk", he is so good at deceiving people's hearts!

Jo watched George Darcy leave contentedly.

The system saw that George Darcy's footsteps were slightly sloppy, as if his body had been hollowed out.

The system pouted, 【Why do I feel that after you drained their emotional energy, they seem to have entered the sage time? 】

It's impossible to think about it!

【Ah, wait, there is one more important thing, Mr. Darcy and Mr. Bingley are watching around! 】

Joe said calmly, "I just want them to see it."

"Look, how much their emotions fluctuate. It seems that today is a good day for the energy 'no money, free gift'."

System: [Don't talk about emotional energy like free traffic in a certain modern time and space! 】

Qiao knew that someone was watching him, but he didn't seem to notice it.

She looked at the tombstone again, and said to the crow on the tombstone, "Let's go, we should leave."

Holding a book with a black cover, she turned and passed through the tombstones.

The crow flapped its wings, chased after her, and landed safely on her shoulder.

Obviously her whole body was pitch black, but her whole body was like pure white snow.

Jo turned a tree and saw the people waiting for her under the tree.

"Joe."

Mr. Darcy was dressed in solemn attire and held a noble cane in his hand. It was obvious that he looked like an aristocrat all over his body, but his fingers in white gloves kept stroking a pure black gemstone on the top of the cane, revealing Express his inner anxiety and uneasiness.

Joe bowed. "Mr. Darcy."

Mr. Darcy was slightly taken aback.

He has heard this name from many people. He used to be proud of this name. This surname represents the history and glory of his family, but now that this name comes out of Joe's mouth, he seems to have been stabbed in the heart one knife.

He paused and said in a low voice, "Long time no see."

Qiao smiled softly: "I don't think you and I haven't seen each other for a long time."

She looked puzzled: "Are you waiting for me here?"

Mr. Darcy nodded earnestly.

Joe laughed, "Actually, you shouldn't have come to see me."

Mr. Darcy looked into her eyes, his smoky eyes were gentle and reserved, and he said softly, "I know, Joe, I know everything."

The father who separated him and Joe was buried in this cemetery, and maybe he was watching him and Joe meet.

He violated his father's expectations, and his actions may even cause Jo to break her vows.

...he knows it all.

However, he could only restrain his heart.

Qiao Wen said: "However, I am very happy that you can come to see me."

Mr. Darcy's eyes seemed to be lit by the sunset.

Joe: "Your heart is full of hesitation, worry, pain and guilt."

"I am very happy that you can find me at this time."

Mr. Darcy caught his breath.

He lowered his eyelashes and restrainedly clenched the jewels in Joe's eyes, "Yes, I came to you because of my sin."

Joe: "You are innocent."

Mr. Darcy looked at her. "Jo?"

Joe looked at him with understanding eyes, "As I said, love is innocent."

"Your heart is full of love, Mr. Darcy, and you must be brave for your love."

If Mr. Darcy did not know Jo's character, he would have thought she did it on purpose.

Mr. Darcy smiled wryly, "Did you just..."

He wanted to confess his eavesdropping just now.

Joe stopped him, "Sir, I know."

She raised a finger and pressed it against the peak of her lips.

"You don't need to say it, I know it, and God knows it too."

"God forgives you."

Her brows and eyes were smiling, containing an indescribable meaning, but still clear and pure.

She seemed to say "I forgive you".

Mr. Darcy was silent, but his heart beat more and more violently.