[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

The red light of the sunset shrouded the entire cemetery, like a gorgeous veil over death.

Mr. Darcy watched Jo in silence, and said nothing.

Joe, too, accompanied him quietly, as he remembered.

for a long time.

Mr. Darcy said softly in the twilight: "No, Joe, you don't know anything."

Joe is a pure and ignorant person, she is as pure as snow in the sky, and she will never understand the difference between human love and God's love.

There is more divinity in her than humanity.

She will not understand human desire and pain, nor will she understand how despicable a person can be under the emotion of love.

For human beings, love is both noble and despicable.

Mr. Darcy had already experienced this very deeply when he saw his brother utter words of admiration to Jo.

But this kind of Joe is very good, she can be spotless, and she can not be entangled by these emotions.

Mr. Darcy said in the tone of a gentleman friend: "Don't be too sad."

Qiao Wen said: "I don't feel sad, sir."

Mr. Darcy nodded.

"How is Mr. Zachary?"

Joe: "He is unwell, and he is about to fulfill his wish and go to the place of God."

Mr. Darcy couldn't help but said: "Mr. Zachary has always wanted to go to the church circle in the capital, and wanted to take his priesthood one step further."

"However, it's not that simple."

"He's not in a diocese that deserves the attention of big names in the church, he's never been to a seminary, he's got no connections."

"Joe, do you want to go to seminary?"

Joe smiled slightly, "Mr. Zachary also told me about this, although to me, whether in the countryside or in a seminary, it's just a place to spread the gospel and a way to understand God's will, However, I don't want to live up to the expectations Mr. Zachary has placed on me."

"Mr. Zachary probably pinned all his unfulfilled dreams on me, and I really can't refuse."

"Then don't refuse." Mr. Darcy said immediately.

"Go out and have a look, Joe, and I'll do my best to make it happen."

His smoky eyes were full of apology, "When my father was around, he bound you, but now that he's gone, there is nothing that can bind you."

He looked at her like he was looking at the bird he picked up in winter, the little eagle that Joe had put back in its nest.

"Joe, you can do whatever you want."

This is the only thing he can do for her.

In her eyes, he is not the only one, he is no different from all living beings, he is the same as a beggar, a king, and everyone.

He restrained his delusional love, wanting to make her unfettered and pure.

Joe looked at him with eyes that seemed to penetrate his body through his soul.

Mr. Darcy didn't know what she saw in him, but he retreated under her bright and pure eyes.

"Mr. Darcy, I'm all right."

Mr. Darcy was taken aback for a moment.

Joe stood on tiptoe and stroked his hair tenderly.

Mr. Darcy, who shows an arrogant and deep appearance in front of outsiders, has soft hair.

Joe squinted his eyes and said with a smile: "I don't know what you are restraining, but I feel your pain and entanglement. If venting this emotion on me can make you feel better, then you are right. It doesn't matter what I do."

"Sir, just don't torture yourself. Love does not make people suffer. It is not love that makes people suffer."

For a moment, Mr. Darcy felt that all his emotions seemed to be hollowed out, and his heart was at peace.

System: [Uh, what you say is sweet and attractive, but what you say is never vague. 】

Joe: "The importance of emotional energy to our planet is like the importance of oil to a country in the future era. No, it may be more important than oil resources. Since the price of oil has dropped sharply, people are still free door-to-door delivery. I'm sorry for my home planet."

System: [Uh, there seems to be nothing wrong with this metaphor. 】

Joe withdrew his hand, "Sir, your condition is not very good, go back and rest earlier."

Mr. Darcy, who had entered a special state of tranquility, nodded.

All the negative emotions that accompanied love in his heart, the jealousy and impatience that arose from hearing George Darcy's words, and the irritation caused by daily trivial things seemed to disappear all at once.

His body and mind are clear and peaceful.

No wonder the people in the diocese like to call Qiao the "Saint of Immortality" in private. Being around her can really cleanse their emotions.

However, this name is really bad.

It will make the people above think that she did it on purpose to shake the trust of the parishioners in the royal family and the church.

However, it would be different if even nobles generally recognized her.

Seeing Mr. Darcy's intense emotions filled immediately after being emptied, Qiao couldn't help saying: "The protagonist is the protagonist, and the regeneration speed of this resource is too fast. Could it be that Mr. Darcy is the leek after spring, cut it One crop, one crop?"

"Did I be too merciful to him before?"

System: [Fortunately, you have the face to say such things. They grow up fast because their soil is fertile. Don't keep cutting leeks all the time. Be careful not to be noticed by him. 】

Joe: "Don't worry, as long as the sickle is changed quickly, he won't notice, unless..."

She paused, but did not continue.

Soon, the system noticed that George Wickham, who had been lying behind a tombstone, ready to attack Joe at any time, swaggered and followed Mr. Darcy directly.

As he followed, he rubbed his shoulders and made a gesture of cutting leeks with a knife in Joe's direction.

system:【……】

It was a pity Mr. Bingley didn't look that way.

Yes, Mr. Darcy, and Mr. Bingley, who were attracted by George Wickham.

George Wickham would not say in front of them—"Come, come with me."

He just walked in Joe's direction with a very suspicious gait, and turned his head three times, as if he was going to sneak up and do something bad.

Mr. Darcy and the kind-hearted Mr. Bingley, who were always worried about Joe, were naturally caught out of the water by George Wickham like fish that had bitten the bait.

Mr. Bingley stepped into this trap out of worry and curiosity.

It can be seen that Mr. Darcy's younger brother confessed to a priest who swore not to marry, and he was shocked and forgot to avoid it. Then, his kind nature made him worry about his friend Mr. Darcy.

Immediately, he discovered an even more shocking scene.

He knew that his friend, Mr. Darcy, had always been a noble character, but he didn't think that he...he actually admired this priest.

Seeing this, he could not help thinking of some rumors about Mr. Darcy.

It is said that Mr. Darcy once loved a maid in his family when he was a teenager, and even wanted to marry a maid. What is even more frightening is that this maid not only has no status, but also does not have a penny of dowry, which provoked Darcy In the anger of the old gentleman, old Mr. Darcy separated the two of them alive, sent Mr. Darcy to study in the earl's mansion, and drove the maid out of the manor. He even forced the maid to make a vicious oath to make her Do not marry, and even send her to a monastery, so that she can completely stay away from the secular world.

Mr. Darcy has a noble character, has never had a lover, and has no rumors of marriage. He is extremely decent in matters of men and women, and he is also very fair in official affairs. The only "stain" on his body is probably love when he was young and frivolous. About the maid of the manor.

Envious Mr. Darcy spread the gossip, and most took it as gossip or proof of Mr. Darcy's youth, and when they spoke of it, they handed the listener a The self-evident ambiguous smile.

Mr. Bingley never believed these gossips, he trusted Fitzwilliam Darcy whom he had actually seen and known.

However, what he saw and heard today completely overturned his understanding.

Was that Mr. Darcy, who was restrained, gentle and restrained when facing the female monk, really the Mr. Darcy he knew?

Although he didn't express his love, every look, every movement, and even every pause in his words spoke of love.

He was already hopelessly in love, but he had to restrain himself.

Mr. Bingley could hear the nun's voice, and of course what she had said to George Darcy and Fitzwilliam Darcy.

In his opinion, this female monk has never had a relationship between a man and a woman. All she has in her heart is love for God, and she substitutes this love into the emotions of ordinary people.

This... shouldn't be right?

Mr. Bingley put his hand to his brow, feeling only a headache.

He is not a good thinker, so he always relies on the judgment of others to act.

In the past, he relied on the judgment of his parents, but after getting to know Mr. Darcy, he thought that Mr. Darcy was more knowledgeable and wise than him, so he always relied on Mr. Darcy's judgment to act.

What was Fitzwilliam thinking?

There is something wrong with what Joe said, right?

He vaguely felt that Joe's words about love were too ignorant of the world, but such ignorance of the world was like a meat cleaver to those who loved her.

Her words pierced their hearts.

Because Fitzwilliam Darcy was involved, Mr. Bingley couldn't believe his own judgment, and he wanted to ask Darcy what he thought.

Before that, he wanted to see what kind of person this female monk was.

What kind of woman can make Darcy admire deeply, but bear it for many years?

And what kind of woman made both George Darcy and Fitzwilliam Darcy different from her?

After watching Mr. Darcy leave, Mr. Bingley tidied up his clothes silently.

His heart was beating violently, and he had an inexplicable feeling that he was about to go to the battlefield.

really weird.

……

Joe took the reins and led his old horse to go.

She said to the system in her mind: "One still needs to listen to the language of one's own body. A strong heartbeat is sometimes a sign of danger."

"Birds know how to return to their nests before danger comes, but some people like to jump into traps."

Joe looked at the golden-red sunset gradually oppressed by the blue-purple night in the distance, and the lush forest before the sunset.

She was about to get on the horse when a voice came from behind——

"This monk, please wait a moment."

Joe held the reins and looked back.

The last ray of sunlight under the oppression of the sky reflected on her face, making her movement of looking back almost into a dynamic beauty. The rays of light streaked across her hair and chin, and the light seemed to have a sandy texture.

Sitting in the carriage, Mr. Bingley, who was poking his head out to stop her, suddenly lost his voice.

His blue eyes narrowed for a moment.

He had thought that this female monk should have an appearance worthy of Darcy's eyes, but he had never imagined that her appearance was so magnificent.

He thought of a poem that a missionary once went to the Egyptian pharaoh's temple and found on the wall of that temple——

"When you gently walked by my side, you took my heart away..."

Her beauty would cause war.