[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

The morning air still smelled of dew and green grass, and the birds on the branches were chirping.

George Darcy sat on the bed in a daze.

Mr. Darcy turned to look at him, having dismissed the servant.

George Darcy was still dazed.

Mr. Darcy said: "George, I will give you a chance to explain."

George Darcy closed his eyes, his lips trembled a few times, "I, I have nothing to explain, everything is just as you can see."

His face was pale, his voice was hoarse, and he seemed to have lost his soul, listless.

Mr. Darcy pressed the table beside him with a cold expression, and he took a deep breath.

"As I see it?"

Mr. Darcy laughed angrily, "What did I see, do you mean the love letters you put in the box? Or the gems you cut out of your clothes that you hid next to your body? Or The empty drawer you were tricked into?"

George Darcy stared at his brother, "Have you read my letter?"

Mr. Darcy: "I only saw one, and this one showed me a forged letter signed by Joe, George, I don't believe you didn't see that it wasn't from Joe's handwriting."

George Darcy said stubbornly: "How do you know it's not? You haven't received her love letter, and she hasn't even sent you a letter!"

Mr. Darcy was stabbed by his own brother, showing an ugly look.

"Yes, I never received..."

George Darcy poked his neck, "The handwriting on it is hers. I compared the records she accidentally put in the book in the study, and the handwriting on it is the same."

Mr. Darcy: "Although the handwriting is the same, it does not mean that others cannot imitate it."

"You clearly know what kind of person Jo Wickham is. She loves God. Her love for everyone is the same as for each lamb. There is no difference. She will take care of the lamb, but she will never Would not write such passionate love poems to a sheep."

George Darcy's eyes were full of mist, as if he was about to cry in the next moment.

"How do you know it won't! You can't think she won't just because she hasn't written to you!"

Mr. Darcy turned paler than George Darcy, as if he were the one who was sick.

He clenched his fingers and said in a deep voice, "Yes, I don't have any of these."

George Darcy cried: "Then why do you say that I am a fake! You are jealous! Jealous of my getting Jo's love, brother, I know you like her too!"

His words cut Mr. Darcy's heart like a sharp sword.

But before Mr. Darcy could say anything, George Darcy trembled all over, covered his face, and sobbed softly.

"sorry Sorry……"

Mr. Darcy paused, and walked silently to the bedside.

His hand was on George Darcy's head.

"You've already realized it, why are you still lying to yourself?"

"No! I don't know anything! All I know is that I was so close to being happy!" cried George Darcy hoarsely.

Mr. Darcy: "Then why did you wait for her all night and didn't show up? You also know that Jo is not a man who breaks his promise."

George Darcy: "Also, maybe she was delayed by something, maybe something happened accidentally!"

Mr. Darcy sat down on the edge of the bed, pressing his brother's shoulders.

He stared into George's eyes, "George, be sober, do you think you can convince yourself with these words?"

George Darcy wanted to lift the quilt regardless, "I'm going to see her, something must have happened to her!"

Mr. Darcy clenched his shoulders, and said with great pain: "George, you clearly know that Joe has no love between men and women in his heart."

"It's all a lie from George Wickham, and he's just trying to take this opportunity to get you money."

"Did he take all your money and the jewelry that your mother left you?"

George Darcy wanted to refute, but could not refute.

George Darcy murmured dejectedly: "No, it won't..."

Obviously he has accepted this fact in his heart, but he still refuses to accept it.

Mr. Darcy sighed, "I checked in your room before, and basically all the valuable things here have been taken away by George Wickham. Before he left, it is said that he borrowed a lot of money from several relatives."

"He is planning to cheat a sum of money, and then he will never come back."

Mr. Darcy frowned, "I also sent someone to check Wickham's room, and all the valuables in his room were gone, even the antiques that belonged to the Darcy family that were placed in the room were secretly sold by him. A few pieces of his clothes are missing, his suitcase is gone, and even..."

He pinched the bridge of his nose, "... He asked me to arrange for him to go to the army. I wrote some letters to people I know, and he took these letters away."

"Isn't that enough to explain? He really left, and he left after making a lot of money."

"George, Wickham is a liar full of lies. How can you trust him? Do you know that he is here with me, using Joe to threaten me again and again, and how much money he took from me?"

George Darcy looked up at Mr Darcy in surprise.

Mr. Darcy: "Yes, he is so shameless that even his own sister, Joe, who has devoted herself to him and loved him, can threaten when she threatens, and betray when she says to betray."

George Darcy clutched at the quilt with a look of pain.

However, Mr. Darcy knew in his heart that what George suffered was not the money, but the fact that the dream he had been intoxicated with was false, and Joe never loved him.

He knew how George was feeling, because he had been like that too.

Similar pain...he really didn't want it to happen to his younger brother.

Mr. Darcy whispered: "Perhaps, what you said is also possible. I have sent someone to find Joe, and hope that nothing happened to her."

George Darcy looked at Mr. Darcy nervously, "Is there anything wrong with her?"

"No, no, no, what I said before was all nonsense, she must be fine."

Mr. Darcy: "I know, I just sent someone to look at it because I was worried."

"I have also sent for Wickham, and we will soon know where he is."

Mr. Darcy took out the pocket watch in his vest pocket and glanced, "Well, they should be back too."

As soon as he finished his words, a servant came in and said that Wickham had bought a ticket and left, and he was going in the direction of the military camp that Darcy wanted to recommend him to.

Before Wickham left, he spent a lot of money in the city, and even lost a lot of money in the casino.

Mr. Darcy said indifferently: "It seems that he lost all the money he cheated here."

The male servant who came to report the situation wiped the sweat from his forehead, and said falteringly: "He, he also did a terrible thing."

Mr. Darcy said to himself: I am not surprised at all.

He asked in a deep voice, "What happened? What did he do?"

The male servant said with a sad face: "After he was drunk, he met an earl's son on the road, and he pressed him into the mud and beat him up, and then left."

Upon hearing this, George Darcy's eyes widened.

Mr. Darcy clenched his fists, "He is really causing trouble everywhere. Didn't Joe know about this? Earl's son, there are very few earl's sons here, recently in the city..."

Mr. Darcy paused, "Who is the earl's son?"

Servant: "Mr. Brian de Evan!"

Mr. Darcy was speechless for a moment.

Well, there is no need to hide it. Wickham hit Mr. Evan in the church. He just wanted to keep Joe from being bothered by these things, and it was unlikely.

Mr. Darcy got up, and paced up and down the room with an ugly look.

"Prepare the horse, I'm going to visit Mr. Evan."

He lowered his eyes and silently straightened his sleeves.

For the sake of Joe, Wickham has made these messes, and he has to settle them.

Just as Mr. Darcy was about to go out, a servant hurried over and said in a low voice, "Sir, Miss Wickham is here."

Mr. Darcy was delighted at first, and then at once understood what had brought Jo to come.

He looked at the servant who had gone to inquire about Joe secretly.

"How did you bring Miss Wickham back?"

The servant was also very depressed, "Sir, I don't want to, I will keep your instructions in mind, but, but, when I was standing at the door of the church and secretly inquiring about Miss Wickham's situation, a priest seemed to be arrested Beaten, limped back to church, and Miss Wickham hurried out."

"I immediately followed Miss Wickham at a distance, as you ordered, to see if she was well, and absolutely did not intend to disturb her."

"However, I saw Miss Wickham driving in the direction of Pemberley Park from a distance, and I took a short cut back at once to give you the news, sir."

Mr. Darcy squeezed his fingers. "Priest?"

I'm afraid it's Mr. Evan after the war with George.

Why would he involve Joe in it.

Mr. Darcy waved his hand, "I see."

He straightened his collar, and immediately strode out in a hurry.

George Darcy immediately wanted to throw the quilt out of bed.

Mr. Darcy turned his head, "You have to rest first, and you can't get out of bed casually."

George Darcy: "But, I want to..."

Mr. Darcy sighed: "Since Jo came here, she must have known about the stupid things George Wickham did. Now that she knows, it is impossible for her not to come to see you."

He took a deep look at his younger brother, "You should know how to behave and what to say."

"Don't make Joe worry too much, you should rest in bed."

George Darcy certainly didn't want to see Joe frown for him.

He could only nod obediently, "Okay, I see, brother."

He licked his dry and pale lips, "Whether she loves me or not, I don't want to make her sad."

"It's just, brother..."

His smoky gray eyes were like the sky covered with dark clouds, dark and lifeless.

"...I really hurt."

Mr. Darcy said in a low voice: "It's just a matter of getting used to it."

"Love is not an emotion that often brings joy and joy to people, and even most of the time, it may bring jealousy, pain, worry and worry about gains and losses."

He turned to go out.

George Darcy watched his brother's blurred back with teary eyes.

For my brother to say such a thing, he must have felt deeply, right?

……

Not long after Mr. Darcy arrived at the gate of the manor, he saw Joe Wickham, dressed in black and with loose long hair, riding his horse.

She came like a cloud, but made his heart beat with joy.

Joe jumped off without waiting for the horse to stop.

Mr. Darcy subconsciously took a step forward and stretched out his hand, as if to catch her.

But she landed steadily in front of him, without even tilting her body.

Darcy clenched his fist again and lowered his arm in frustration.

Joe smoothed his messy hair back to his shoulders, and his expression was unusually tense.

"Sorry, because I came in a hurry, the bun fell apart on the way."

Mr. Darcy shook his head, "It's not that I haven't seen you as a child, it doesn't matter, you just treat Pemberley Manor as your own home."

Joe smiled, "Speaking of which, I haven't been here for a long time, and it doesn't seem to have changed here."

Mr. Darcy was silent.

Since he inherited the Pemberley Manor, no one can easily touch the plants and trees here, because there are memories of him and Joe everywhere.

Joe: "I'm here mainly for George's business."

She paused, and seemed to realize that this statement was ambiguous, "It's for your brother, and it's also for my brother."

She lowered her eyelashes and said softly: "I'm very sorry, I didn't manage him well and let him do such a disrespectful thing."

Mr. Darcy subconsciously said: "It can't all be blamed on him, and I didn't expect George Darcy to be so gullible."

Faced with such a temptation, who can resist it?

When Mr. Darcy saw Wickham's love letter written in Joe's handwriting, his veins were almost scalded by the poisonous blood of jealousy.

He asked himself at this moment, if he was the one who was so deceived, would he really be able to resist indulging in this false dream?

Even knowing it was fake, it still made people unwilling to wake up.

Because, this is exactly the delusion that has been desired for a long time.

Joe shook his head, "You are such a considerate and noble gentleman, you still have to speak for him at this time."

Mr. Darcy looked at Joe and asked softly, "Go ahead and talk, it's cold outside."

Her hair was disheveled, and she hurried over on horseback, with dew and a bright yellow petal still on her black satin hair.

Mr. Darcy stared at the falling flowers on her head, and asked, "How much do you know about this?"

Qiao smiled bitterly: "I met Mr. Evan in the church, and I learned something through Mr. Evan..."