[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

The sky was clouded with rain, and rain fell from the low and downward clouds.

"Clap clap-"

Bean-sized raindrops hit the pitch-black umbrella.

Jojo and his avatar and body George were held by two maids respectively.

She watched as her mother's coffin was slowly lowered into the long hole dug, the corners of the coffin sinking into the soft soil.

A white flower was pressed at the bottom of the coffin, and the petals showed a transparent color after being wet, sticking softly to the dark coffin.

She saw old Mr. Wickham holding up a dark umbrella in one hand, and clutching a handful of flowers in the other.

He lowered his head, and the gray hair on his head appeared more.

He pressed the delicate petals to his pale lips, and finally, leaning down, placed the white flowers on the coffin lid.

As if his back was bent by an inexplicable emotion, he slowly curled up and squatted by the pit.

Qiao Qiao could smell the strong emotion in him, it was love with a bitter taste, stronger than everyone around him.

Qiao Qiao asked the system: "Why are there so many people here, but only he has such strong energy? Is it because the deceased is his wife? Will the husband have such strong emotions when his wife dies?"

System: [When, of course not. 】

[Marriage, especially in this era, is not all due to love union, that book has made it very clear. 】

Qiao Qiao said slowly: "Marriage... Ah, sorry, I'm not very good at understanding this."

"However, if this method can absorb more energy, I can do it too. After all, I have dedicated this body to my home planet."

"If I have love, it must be great love for everyone on the planet. I love all creatures on the mother planet equally."

System: [So, to firmly control them?Put them under your watch? 】

Qiao Qiao said calmly: "No one knows the fragility of living beings better than me. My spiritual power can easily penetrate the bodies of all living beings and manipulate their thoughts. I'm just protecting them better."

The system's mental body trembled, and even though it didn't have a real body, it could still feel a chill rushing up its back.

Its owner is truly terrifying in a way!

Qiao Qiao absorbed the intense emotion floating in the air, poked his head, and looked around.

The adults next to him couldn't help sighing when they saw the baby girl in the maid's arms looking around ignorantly.

Such a young child probably doesn't know what the mother's death means, right?

However, this baby girl is really beautiful.

The adults in black dresses couldn't help turning their heads to look at the baby who seemed to be glowing in the dark weather.

They peeked at Jojo and whispered to each other.

Qiao Qiao didn't pay attention to these human beings who couldn't generate more energy. She was bored adapting to her current limp body, trying to reach out her little hand to touch the raindrops falling from the edge of the black umbrella.

The maid coaxed softly: "Miss, dirty."

As she spoke, she raised the black umbrella up.

As the black umbrella covering his sight moved up, Qiao Qiao saw a little gentleman not far away.

The little gentleman is only three or five years old, but he is trying his best to hold up a big black umbrella.

In his other hand he holds a white flower.

He stepped forward, bent down, and placed the flower on the coffin.

Jojo took a deep breath, enjoying a mouthful of rich and abundant energy.

Qiao Qiao doubted: "Why is his emotional energy so strong? Could it be that he is the same as old Mr. Wickham, is..."

System: 【Ahhhh, master, this is not nonsense! 】

Jojo stopped talking and blinked suspiciously.

System: [Don't say it, it's definitely not what you imagined, you have to trust the hero of this world more! 】

Qiao Qiao was thoughtful: "Is that so, is it because he is the hero, so his emotional energy is stronger than others?"

Jojo stared intently at Mr. Darcy.

System: [Master, don't think about doing strange things, where is your bottom line? 】

Qiao Qiao said lightly: "What are you thinking? Do I still have a bottom line? But what is the bottom line?"

System: [uh...]

So, the group of people on the mother planet must have misread it, what kind of bishop, this is clearly the Great Demon King of the evil god!

Qiao Qiao: "I just want his violent emotional fluctuations. It would be great if I could get closer to him."

At this time, the maid holding Qiao Qiao finally noticed the strangeness of Qiao Qiao.

She looked at the end of Jojo's line of sight, and then laughed, "So the lady is looking at Mr. Darcy."

The maid's eyes could not help showing a hint of longing, and she muttered softly: "Half Derbyshire will belong to Mr. Darcy in the future."

Little Mr. Darcy, who was holding a big black umbrella, seemed to feel the gaze and turned around.

Because of his actions, the water droplets on the tip of the umbrella drew an arc.

His cheeks were pale and thin, and his gray eyes were particularly lively.

His gaze was like a dove's tail feathers gliding across the sky before the rain, and he casually glanced at where Jojo was.

He didn't even let his gaze stay for a second longer.

The maid hastily straightened her hair, then looked up, only to find that the young master had already turned his head away.

The maid sighed in frustration.

The maid coaxed the baby girl in her arms, and said softly: "If you can marry the young master, the young lady will have a happy future, right? However, how could such a rich young master of the Darcy family marry the housekeeper's daughter?"

The maid sighed, "It's even more impossible to fall in love with a maid..."

Jojo looked around quietly, and at the same time borrowed his other pair of eyes—George Wickham's eyes to look around.

The funeral ended quickly, and the soil "slapped" on the coffin, gradually burying the dark coffin and pure white flowers.

Old Mr. Wickham seemed to be ten years old again, with his back slightly arched, sending away the funeral attendants one by one.

The rain was getting heavier and heavier, and the pale raindrops fell on the stagnant water, splashing milky white water splashes, and the muddy road wrapped in water splashes printed tawny mud dots on every pair of black shoes and trousers.

The maid hugged Qiao Qiao tightly and said in a low voice: "The rain is getting heavier and heavier, Miss and Master can't stay any longer."

She hugged Jojo and hurried to the carriage in front of the cemetery, but saw old Mr. Wickham at the gate of the cemetery.

Old Mr. Wickham was talking to Mr. Darcy. The young Mr. Darcy was wearing a collared shirt with a straight back. He stretched out his hand to the butler who had taken care of him, imitating the appearance of an adult, wanting to comfort him hit him.

Old Mr. Wickham rubbed the corners of his red eyes, and showed a bitter yet relieved smile to Mr. Darcy.

Soon, a middle-aged man got out of a carriage, and the manservant at the side opened an umbrella for the man.

The man stood behind little Mr. Darcy, his pale face was somewhat similar to Mr. Darcy's, and his pair of smoky gray eyes were exactly the same.

The maid made a small surprised sound, "Master Darcy."

After old Mr. Wickham saw Mr. Darcy, he stepped forward quickly and said something in a low voice. Old Mr. Darcy held a cane in his hand, nodded slightly, and talked with him.

Little Mr. Darcy stood aside, patiently listening to the conversation between the two, and he was facing the direction where Jojo was.

The maid holding Jojo was ready to move again.

Now even Qiao Qiao's system can't stand it anymore.

[Sister, please forgive him, he is still a child! 】

However, the maid didn't hear the system's advice, and when she saw old Mr. Wickham waving at her, she immediately stepped forward with Jojo in her arms.

Jojo: "Well, I didn't feel wrong just now, did I? Mr. Wickham is calling George behind us, right?"

System: [So, it's really embarrassing to receive the wrong love. 】

When the maid Le Diandian ran forward, she found that old Mr. Wickham had slapped her in the face.

She looked dazed, not knowing what she had done wrong.

Mr. Darcy at the side said politely in a still immature voice: "This is Miss Wickham, right? Can I take a closer look?"

Immediately, the maid hurriedly sent her daughter to Mr. Darcy.

Old Mr. Wickham looked even worse.

Old Mr. Darcy smiled and said nothing more.

Little Mr. Darcy was stunned for a moment, and immediately handed the umbrella in his hand to the male servant beside him, while he stretched out his immature arms and hugged Jojo carefully.

As soon as he touched this baby, which was as soft as a ball of cotton and a cluster of white clouds, Mr. Darcy couldn't help but stiffen all over.

He held his breath and looked to his father for help.

However, his father was having a serious discussion with Butler Wickham.

He pursed his lips, lowered his head, and stretched his arms straight, not daring to move.

Jojo turned around.

Little Mr. Darcy's breathing was stagnant, and the water was almost forced out of his eyes.

"Oops" and "what to do" were written in his eyes.

Qiao Qiao said to his system: [The human body is too difficult to use, as if wearing a thick layer of clothes, my perception of the outside world will become worse, and the human body is really delicate , It's easy to feel uncomfortable, I feel like I've been pierced by two spears now. 】

The system sucked in a breath of cold air: 【What you said is too exaggerated, it's just because you feel that Mr. Darcy's hugging posture makes you uncomfortable. 】

Qiao Qiao looked at the male protagonist in the book in front of him and raised his hand.

Little Mr. Darcy looked at the beautiful baby girl with puzzlement and novelty.

Qiao Qiao held his brow with soft hands.

Little Darcy waited patiently for her next move.

The maid was taken aback, "Miss..."

Little Darcy glanced at her, and stopped the maid's attempt to stop her.

With bright eyes open, Jojo stroked little Darcy's head again and again with her little hand.

Little Darcy felt that being pressed so lightly by her, it seemed that all troubles had disappeared, and his whole body was extremely comfortable.

He couldn't help smiling slightly, his arms softened a little, and he held the baby slowly and rocked without any teacher.

"……is this okay?"

Old Mr. Darcy called several times before little Darcy reacted.

He immediately raised his head to look at old Mr. Darcy with a shamed expression, "Yes, father."

The old Mr. Darcy said helplessly: "I mean to let both George and Joe move into the manor. After all, Mr. Wickham has been in the manor all the time. It is not very good to leave only two children at home for the servants to take care of."

Only then did little Mr. Darcy realize that his father was asking for his own opinion just now, but he was only interested in playing with the baby and didn't hear anything.

He said with a serious face: "Please do this, father."

Old Mr. Darcy nodded and said with a smile: "It seems that you like Joe very much, so you must be able to get along well with George."

Old Mr. Wickham said helplessly: "Although Joe and George are twin siblings, they have different looks and temperaments."

Little Mr. Darcy lowered his head, looked at the lovely child in his arms, and couldn't help saying softly: "So your name is Joe..."

Mr. Darcy said slowly: "I want to be George's godfather, what do you think?"

Old Mr. Wickham: "This..."

He thought of his deteriorating health, and the pair of children left unattended after his death.

His back was even more bent, and he said with a humble and respectful expression: "Thank you, master."

Old Mr. Wickham picked up George who was in the arms of the maid beside him. George was still quiet, watching his father calmly with a pair of honey-colored eyes.

Old Mr. Darcy said with a smile: "What a handsome young man."

Qiao Qiao turned his gaze to his avatar.

Very good, it is already developing in the direction of the plot in the book.

Realizing that Jojo's attention was not on him, little Darcy couldn't help but tighten his lips, his little heart felt like a thorn on a rose vine, feeling vaguely uncomfortable.

He looked at George Wickham. Although he was Joe's younger brother, he looked completely different from Joe.

George has light brown hair and light brown eyes, while Joe has black hair and eyes as dark and bright as the night sky.

what.

He whispered in his heart: my brother is not as beautiful as my sister at all.