[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

His voice fades away with Twilight.

The lavender night quietly enveloped the surroundings like a strange dream.

Joe raised his hand, pulled the broken hair behind his ears, tilted his head slightly, and waited for his next words.

Even though Mr. Bingley was in a daze for a long time, she did not urge him.

She was just here with him, and this gesture of companionship and gentle guidance was enough to put one's guard down.

Mr. Bingley's coachman didn't understand what charades the two were playing, and he looked at Mr. Bingley frequently.

It was a long time before Mr. Bingley woke up.

It's like waking up from a long and bright midsummer night's dream, with a slight regret in my heart.

He suddenly felt embarrassed, his cheeks were extremely hot as if he had been exposed to the sun for a long time.

He coughed lightly, "Sorry, I...I..."

Ah, he had completely forgotten what he was going to say to her.

Mr. Bingley clenched his fist and hammered his leg in frustration, his golden hair was like gilt.

Qiao Wen said: "It doesn't matter, if there is anything important, I can wait here, or you can go to the church to find me at any time."

Joe took the reins, looking as if he was about to leave.

Mr. Bingley is a kind gentleman, how could he watch a lady walk alone at night.

He immediately said, "I'll give you a ride."

Joe glanced at his old horse, and then at his expectant eyes.

"Then... well, you can walk with me for a while."

Joe leapt onto the horse, his posture graceful and calm.

Her old horse walked slowly close to the carriage.

Mr. Bingley stared at Joe's old horse with bright eyes, "This horse seems to listen to you very much."

Joe smiled and said, "Probably because I took it on the road to realize its dream."

Mr. Bingley looked puzzled.

Qiao slowly said: "Don't look at it's age, but it has a heart that roams around. When others see it is old, they will only do good deeds to it, and keep him in a stable, waiting for him to die of old age. "

"what……"

Mr. Bingley expressed his feelings: "So, some people think that what is good may be evil, and these people may even be complacent because of their ignorance?"

Joe touched the old horse's neck, "Because of good thoughts, evil deeds, this is the limitation of human beings, so we must always maintain a humble attitude."

Mingming Qiao just expressed his feelings, but Mr. Bingley felt inexplicably as if his lungs had been poked.

He seemed to have found it on his own initiative because of what Joe had said to Brother Darcy in the cemetery before.

He didn't want Fitzwilliam Darcy to be sad, and he didn't want the two Darcy brothers to turn against each other because of her, and he didn't want her to be criticized by others because of being in such a situation.

Did he think he came here with good intentions, but actually did something wrong?

What was he going to do?

Oh, by the way, he wanted to ask Joe if the past between her and Darcy was as rumored, and also wanted to know what Joe meant when he said those words to George Darcy and Fitzwilliam Darcy, and more More... He wanted Joe to stay away from Darcy.

But is this fair to Joe?

Because of Joe's unintentional reminder, he suddenly realized that he was doing the same thing as Fitzwilliam Darcy's father.

Perhaps it was a disservice to both Mr. Darcy and her.

"Sigh." Mr. Bingley sighed softly. He really wasn't suitable for thinking about these things, and he wasn't good at making the right decisions.

Immediately he gave up his original course, and began chatting cheerfully with Jo.

Mr. Bingley was talking about what he had seen and heard in other places. To his surprise, Joe had a wide range of knowledge, even more than he knew.

She knew which fishing village had a very good local fish soup, which village held the ancient Dionysian festival in summer, and which village had beautiful flowers, beautiful lakes and magnificent waterfalls.

She has a rich vocabulary, and she will explain to him in other languages ​​what she can't explain clearly in her native language.

Mr. Bingley was lying on the window, his chin resting on his arm, and his eyes were getting brighter and brighter as he looked at her.

He had never seen such a well-informed girl, nor had he met a lady who knew so many languages.

"My God, Joe, you are too good!" He exclaimed.

Joe was stunned.

She wondered, "You...name..."

She lowered her eyes and smiled slightly, "...it doesn't matter."

Mr. Bingley suddenly realized what he had called.

His face was red, his arms were swinging wildly, "Ah, no, it's not like that, Miss Wickham, trust me, I didn't mean to offend you."

He just... Fitzwilliam's voice calling her Jo kept echoing in his head, and he called out the name without knowing it.

Fitzwilliam...

Mr. Bingley's blushing face slowly paled.

His eyes flickered, and he didn't even dare to look at Joe, as if he had done something wrong.

Joe smiled and said, "I don't mind. Names are meant to be called by people."

"Besides, when we all stand before God, we will no longer be Miss Wickham or Mr. Bingley. We will all be equal without any family glory."

"At that time, Joe was just Joe, and you were just you."

Mr. Bingley cooperated: "My name is Charles."

Joe looked at him first.

His cheeks couldn't help but get red again.

Mr. Bingley: "I, I thought, since I called your name, you ought to call mine too."

Mr. Bingley leaned out of the window, his cheeks flushed, his blue eyes bright and burning, "I want you to call me by my name."

Qiao's red lips parted slightly, and the tip of her reddish tongue poked out between her teeth, "Charles..."

Mr. Bingley covered his heart, with an expression of "something is not good".

Qiao Xu said: "Are you okay?"

Mr. Bingley leaned against the window and said in a weak voice, "Not good, not good at all."

Joe looked at him.

But he blinked at her jokingly, "I don't think no matter what you do in the future, I'm afraid I won't hate you anymore."

Joe laughed: "Wouldn't that be nice?"

"Disgust hurts as much as it hurts, and when you hate someone else, it hurts you too."

Mr. Bingley: "It makes sense. It seems that when I hate someone, my chest will feel tight and my stomach will feel uncomfortable."

Joe: "For others, for yourself, don't be disgusted easily."

"If you don't know what to do? Then love, love your enemy, love your opponent."

"Love makes yourself better physically and mentally."

Mr. Bingley held his face in his hands and said in a daze, "Sure enough, it's what you can say."

No wonder she said that to George Darcy and Fitzwilliam Darcy in the graveyard.

She's too...too...

Even though Mr. Bingley grew up doting on his parents, he was kind-hearted, but he really couldn't do such a thing as loving his enemies and opponents.

After all, Joe thinks how good the world is, how kind he thinks of human beings, and how pure he is, so he can say such words.

Mr. Bingley said softly, "Have you been in the church?"

If she has been growing up in such a pure environment, it is not difficult to understand how she developed such a character.

Qiao shook his head and said, "I have been spreading the gospel since I was very young. I have personally visited all the villages I told you about before."

Mr. Bingley was startled. "What?"

Joe said seriously: "Sir, this is not something to be surprised about."

Mr. Bingley: "How often do you go out?"

Joe thought seriously, "Actually, I spend most of my time outside, and I mostly only stay in church for a few days."

"How could they make you a lady..."

Qiao looked at him tenderly, and said firmly, "I am a monk."

Mr. Bingley still didn't understand, "Why... why on earth..."

Joe: "Don't worry about me, I've been on a missionary journey since I was a teenager."

"Ten, what, age!"

Mr. Bingley said with a straight face: "Who is the pastor of your parish?"

Joe said with a little helplessness: "I just want to tell you that this incident is a happy thing for me, because I am trusted by others, and my actions can also bring joy to others, so there is nothing wrong with it." .”

Mr. Bingley: "Pleasure? Wait, what do you mean? Are you outcast? You must be outcast! Damn, you are so beautiful, no, I mean you are so kind, how can anyone bear the heart This to you?"

Joe shook his head: "There is no ostracism, no harm, they love me in this way, and I will work hard to repay their love, and I am worthy of their trust in me."

"My God!"

Mr. Bingley covered his forehead, and stared at Joe with watery blue eyes, full of sympathy and pity.

How could Joe be so good, how could someone have the heart to bully such a good Joe!

This face... How can you be so cruel to this face?

……

Soon, Mr. Bingley sent Joe to the door of the church.

It was already dark at night, but there were two confronting people standing at the door of the church.

They all turned their heads when they heard the sound of the carriage.

"Miss Wickham."

"You're back!"

Mr. Bingley looked at the man with a bad tone.

It was a well-dressed and handsome friar, and he looked like a friar of noble origin, and Mr. Bingley felt that this person looked familiar.

The man did not look at Mr. Bingley at all, but glared at Joe angrily.

Joe dismounted and asked, "What happened?"

Allen smiled and said, "It's nothing, but Mr. Evan wants to wait for you to come back with me."

Mr. Evan snorted coldly, "I came back so late, maybe I have gone to preach the gospel to some gentleman or lady? Have you forgotten your mission? Let's go quickly, this time to the village where the gospel is spread It's a little farther away, and a little more remote, but you can do it, right?"

"Ah, of course you can do it, after all you are an 'omnipotent' Miss Wickham!"

His tone was so sinister that even Mr. Bingley noticed his resentment for Jo.

Qiao Wen said: "Yes, Mr. Evan, I see."

Mr. Evan: "What do you know? You always say that you know, you know, I think you don't know anything, you haven't made any progress for so many years, you...you are really a piece of wood!"

The system imitated his voice and said quietly: [I hate you like a piece of wood! 】

Joe was scolded so impolitely by him, the expression on his face did not waver in the slightest.

She looked at Mr. Evan and said softly, "Are you feeling unwell again? You need me..."

"No need! Take care of yourself..."

"Enough!" Mr. Bingley couldn't help saying.

He couldn't stand it anymore, and he finally figured out who the person who had been targeting Joe was, and it turned out to be the person in front of him.

Hearing the voice, Mr. Evan was taken aback.

He turned to look at Mr. Bingley, "Who are you? When did you appear here?"

Mr. Bingley: "..."

He said helplessly, "I've been standing here for a long time. You didn't notice me, sir. I sent Joe back."

His words did not know how to poke Mr. Evan's anger.

Mr. Evan raised his voice suddenly: "What do you call her? What do you have to do with her? Oh, Joe Wickham, you broke your oath, I want to report you, and I want you to get out of the church!"

Mr. Bingley was startled.

Why did she hurt Miss Wickham by speaking out to help?

Mr. Bingley said quickly: "Sir, calm down. I have nothing to do with Joe. It's the first time the two of us met today. She didn't break her oath. Are you the pastor here? You are not qualified to let Joe Get out of church."

"I'm not eligible? I'm not eligible! No, I'm eligible!"

Mr. Evan suddenly went straight to Mr. Bingley, "Who are you? Do you know who I am? I am the son of the Earl!"