[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Joe glanced at the direction of the curtain, "It will touch him even more if he sees me in this kind of place."

system:【……】

ah!Yes, the two still have common memories under the curtain.

For a white moonlight like Jo Wickham, Mr. Darcy may not be able to get rid of her memories for the rest of his life.

System: [However, master, how do you know that when he is alone in the study, his mood will fluctuate greatly? 】

Joe: "Obviously, he saw the letter informing him of George's arrival at the barracks, and maybe the person who contacted him said something else, which made him uneasy."

[Can you guess this too? 】

Joe smiled, "After all, George has done the preliminary work over there. Recently, as long as I receive Mr. Darcy who opened the letter, I can easily get resources all the time."

"Sure enough, there will be rewards if you pay."

System: 【... Are these words used here? 】

"Okay, I'm going back first, wait a while, Mr. Darcy is coming to see me."

"Moreover, my mental strength tells me that Mr. Bennett in the room shows signs of waking up."

Jo avoided the servants and went back to Lydia Bennett's room.

She rearranged herself into a prayerful gesture.

As soon as she had done so, Lydia Bennett's fingers resting on the bed moved lightly, as if they had cooperated with Jo.

Lydia's eyelashes trembled, and she slowly opened her eyes.

When he just opened his eyes, it was still difficult to focus his sight, and the hazy light pierced into his eyes, making him unable to help but close them again.

He turned his head to avoid the light, and opened his eyes again.

In the shadow of light, he vaguely saw a figure.

His sight slowly focused, and the image of the person in front of him became clearer and clearer.

Jo knelt by the bed, leaned her elbows on the bed, clasped her hands to her forehead, closed her eyes, and prayed intently.

The light fell on her arms, casting a shadow on her fair face.

Lydia described Joe's appearance in detail with her gaze, and every time he glanced at it, his heart would involuntarily jump for joy.

He couldn't help breathing lightly, for fear that he would disturb Joe.

He didn't want Joe to know that he was awake.

Lydia didn't know how long she looked at it, all she knew was that her heart beat violently for a while, and then slowly slowed down, as if she had found a rare calm, but staring at Joe for a while, he couldn't bear his excitement. Mood.

"Boom-thump-thump-"

The door was knocked.

Joe, who was praying, put down his hands and slowly opened his eyes, but suddenly met a pair of eyes full of fascination and fanaticism.

Joe showed a surprised smile, "Mr. Bennett, you're awake!"

Lydia coughed embarrassingly, "Ahem, I'm sorry to trouble you."

Joe shook his head, got up and went to open the door, "I have nothing but trouble for Mr. Darcy."

She opened the door and looked at Mr. Darcy outside the door in surprise.

"Mr. Darcy, have you not gone to rest?"

Mr. Darcy glanced at Mr. Bennet, who was opening his eyes and looking in this direction.

He whispered: "Well, there are some things I want to tell you. Now that Mr. Bennett is awake, you don't have to keep guarding him."

Lydia asked in a daze, "So, Miss Wickham has been taking good care of me?"

He looked at Jo with bright eyes, "Miss Wickham is an angel."

Joe pursed his lips and smiled, shaking his hand, "I haven't been taking care of you all the time, you're exaggerating."

Mr. Darcy sighed inwardly.

Joe is like that, even if he does a good thing, he doesn't want others to know.

Lydia also disagreed and said, "Miss Wickham, don't be humble, I know that you have been watching over me, and you have been kneeling beside my bed and silently praying to God for me..."

Lydia pressed her heart, and there was a hot flash in her heart.

He had never been treated like this before, and never again would anyone be like Miss Wickham.

"Miss Wickham, please let me do something to thank you, or my heart will be disturbed."

His heart was beating wildly for Miss Wickham.

The system was silent for a while.

You...how should I put it?The master has clearly told the truth, why don't you believe it?

She really hasn't been looking at Lydia Bennett!

Joe looked at Lydia and said seriously: "Mr. Bennett, please don't say that, this is what I should do."

Joe raised his hand and brushed the broken hair back, smiling very gently, "Whether it is as George Wickham's sister or as a priest, this is what I should do, it's not that I helped you and saved you , but God, please don’t thank me, please thank God.”

Lydia Bennett clenched the quilt tightly, hoping to use this action to restrain her trembling body from excitement.

He saw it, he saw it!

He saw the light of the soul in Joe!

What did God save him!

When he was trapped in that shoe store, he prayed countless times every night, but finally got nothing.

If it must be said that God saved him, wouldn't it be Miss Wickham?

But even his ignorance and emptiness would not have uttered such words as would get him and Miss Jo Wickham into trouble.

Lydia said softly: "I understand, I understand, Miss Wickham, can you let me be by your side? I also want to be like you, I want to be like you! Please teach me, I will follow you and learn from you."

This time, Joe did not refuse.

She said with a gentle expression, "God loves the world, and God will not reject any believer."

Lydia couldn't help but burst into a satisfied smile, "Thank you."

How could a soldier's red uniform compare with Miss Wickham's black robe!

Miss Wickham in her black gown is so beautiful that she is not like a mortal!

The system couldn't help but said: [Your fanboy is born. 】

Joe replied in his head, "That's not what George wants to see."

system:【……】

Lydia Bennett was so enthusiastic, the fire in his heart could not help but burst out from his eyes.

Mr. Darcy poured cold water on him at this moment.

Mr. Darcy said: "Mr. Bennett, I'm afraid you won't see Miss Wickham for a long time in the coming days, because Miss Wickham is going to study in a seminary, and the seminary has strict requirements. I’m afraid there will not be accepting you to go with them.”

Lydia was instantly lost. He thought for a while, and said anxiously: "It doesn't matter, I can find another place to live and wait for Miss Wickham's call."

The system couldn't help but use its mental power to secretly outline two dog ears on Lydia's head, and also narrated for him in line with Lydia's loyal and infatuated expression——

[Wang!woof! 】

Joe: "..."

Only Jojo and the system can see the dog ears drawn by the system with mental power.

Joe remained calm, nodded and said: "During these days, Mr. Bennett can also go to church to see more, study hard, and understand a lot."

Lydia nodded frantically.

The system sketched a fluffy dog's tail for him, wagging it back and forth.

Joe's expression remained unchanged, and he said gently: "Mr. Bennett will take a good rest today."

Lydia slid along the sheets, lay obediently on the bed, covered with a small quilt, and smiled flatteringly at Joe.

Joe stepped forward and touched Lydia's forehead.

Mr. Darcy's face was strained.

Joe said in a soothing tone: "There is no fever anymore. It seems that Mr. Bennett's illness is really cured."

Lydia whispered: "Thank you, I know that you stopped the doctor from bleeding me."

Qiao revealed a look of reminiscence, and said softly: "Because I have seen other people follow the doctor's orders and use bloodletting therapy to treat them when they are sick..."

"The bloodletting therapy did not cure them, but made them weaker and even died. I...I don't want to see death anymore."

Mr. Darcy dropped his thoughts at once, and gazed at Jo apprehensively.

Joe smiled reluctantly, "Although death is a way to return to God, I still want to keep my loved ones."

Joe lowered his eyes and said, "I'm not a devout believer."

spouse……

Lydia's face turned red all at once.

He covered his face, feeling at a loss and excited, "I, I understand, Miss Wickham doesn't need to explain, everything you did was right."

Mr. Darcy glanced at Lydia.

He would not be jealous or angry about such things, because he had already known that the love that Jo talked about was not the same as the love they said.

Joe, aware of Mr. Darcy's thoughts, couldn't help sighing inwardly.

"It's easy for a person to develop antibodies if you often pluck wool around him. You see, Mr. Darcy is neither jealous nor angry when he hears me say love, and there is no fluctuation in his heart." Joe secretly whispered to the system.

She was filled with pity and regret, "There is a huge oil field in front of me, but it's a pity that I can't squeeze out a drop of oil."

System: [That's because Mr. Darcy is about to be drained by you! 】

Save Mr. Darcy!

Mr. Darcy comforted Mr. Lydia Bennett in his capacity as master of the house, and asked him whether he would send a letter home himself, or whether he would send a letter to Lydia's family, explaining the situation for him.

After the exchange between the two, Mr. Darcy motioned Joe to go out, and then he closed the door mercilessly, cutting Lydia's enthusiastic gaze through the crack of the door.

……

Mr. Darcy took Jo back to the study.

In the study, opposite Mr. Darcy's desk, a soft and comfortable chair had been placed, and the table beside the chair was filled with refreshments and tea.

Joe glanced at the dark night sky outside, and thoughtfully did not speak, but enjoyed the long-late "afternoon tea" with peace of mind.

The food in the barracks was not very delicious. George lay on the hard plank bed in the middle of the night, listening to the snoring of his comrades in arms, and smelling the unpleasant smell of the men after training, he silently smacked his mouth and tasted Mr. Darcy with Joe. Well prepared food.

Jo had some refreshment, wiped her hands with her handkerchief, and looked at Mr. Darcy.

While Jo was eating, Mr. Darcy, who sat across from her, was always looking for something to do, turning over the letters now and then, or opening them with a letter opener, and then burning the wax needed for stamping.

However, it was obvious that he was absent-minded when doing these things, and his eyes could not help but fall on Joe.

Joe looked at him, "Mr. Darcy seems to have something to say to me."

Mr. Darcy paused, and put down the blackened wax in the silver spoon.

He looked at Joe solemnly and said, "You are very devout, Miss Wickham. I have never seen a more devout believer than you."

Joe froze for a moment, his eyelashes fluttered slightly, "Thank you, Mr. Darcy."

She turned her head and said helplessly: "It seems that every time I need Mr. Darcy's comfort, obviously this should be my job."

Mr. Darcy said seriously: "Miss Wickham, you comfort and save the world, and I am here to comfort you."

Joe blinked lightly and smiled broadly.

"Mr. Darcy, if there is a need, my arms are always open to sir."

Mr. Darcy coughed lightly, and said in a low, shameful voice, "Miss Wickham!"

He was cramped and helpless.

He clearly knew that Joe didn't mean anything when he said these words, but it was hard for him not to think about it because of his admiration.

He remembered what he was going to tell her, and Wei Wei's shy expression instantly restrained.

Joe secretly felt sorry.

Mr. Darcy's shyness is delicious after all.

Mr. Darcy: "I have had a letter from the colonel in Mr. George Wickham's army."

Mr. Darcy handed the letter to Jo.

Joe didn't reach out to take it.

She hesitated: "Just tell me directly, I believe Mr. Darcy."

Mr. Darcy could not restrain a wry smile.

He didn't know if Joe would say those words after he told Joe the bad news.

Mr. Darcy took a deep breath, "The colonel didn't say it clearly in the letter, but he hinted to me that recently, George's army is not safe, because we are likely to have a war."

After he finished speaking, although he was afraid that Joe would show him a look of blame, he still bravely looked at Joe.

Surprisingly, Joe's expression was as calm and gentle as ever.

Mr. Darcy: "Sorry, I didn't notice this before, it's my fault, I'll try to make it up."

Joe comforted: "Mr. Darcy, it's not your fault. I think if you knew about it, you would never make such an arrangement."

Mr. Darcy's feelings of guilt had hardly risen when Jo quickly called him "Mr. Darcy."

He looked back.

Joe stared into his smoky eyes with a smile, "It's not your fault, what I said didn't mean to make you feel guilty, and I don't think it's a bad thing."

Mr. Darcy was startled, "Joe Miss Wickham, you must know that this matter is not that simple."

There was a shadow in his eyes, "Especially when you just said that you don't want to see death again."

"I don't want... I don't want to be the one who brings death to you."

One of the last things in the world he wanted to do was upset Joe.

Joe said helplessly: "Mr. Darcy, I believe in you, and I also believe in George."

Her eyes were bright and firm, "I have always believed that George is an excellent person, he is smart, he is tough, he is not afraid of hardships and dangers, and he is especially good at breaking through in difficult situations. He will definitely prove himself."

"This time, it's his chance to prove himself."

The more Mr. Darcy listened to Jo, the more erratic his eyes became.

Wait... wait, is the George Wickham you're talking about the same George Wickham I know?

Why does the more I hear George Wickham in your mouth, the more I feel strange?