[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Whatever Mr. Darcy may say, George Wickham seems determined to go to war.

And who could change George Wickham's mind?

Mr. Darcy, in spite of his displeasure with George Wickham, could not let him die.

Mr. Darcy said earnestly: "Mr. George Wickham, don't make impulsive decisions just because of a moment of impulsiveness. You should think about it again recently. If you go back on your word, you can come to me at any time."

Mr. Darcy glanced at Jo. "Miss Wickham?"

Joe looked at Mr. Darcy, "Mr. Darcy, let him decide on this matter, maybe he can really spell out a future?"

The system couldn't help but said: [What if you can't make it together?Although your spiritual body is immortal, the physical body you have molded will also be injured if it encounters gunfire. 】

Qiao said casually: "If he can't spell it out, then I can only spell him out."

【what? 】

"I can clean up the fragments of his body and squeeze him out again."

System: 【It turns out that with you, the body can be discarded daily or monthly. 】

Joe looked into Darcy's eyes with a gentle look, "He has grown up and can make his own judgment, Mr. Darcy, you don't need to be responsible for him."

Mr. Darcy's heart, which was pierced by Mr. Wickham in various ways, seemed to have been treated well.

His brows and eyes softened, "Since you said so, then fine."

Mr. Darcy looked again at George Wickham, and shook his head helplessly.

Joe asked George a few more words in a gentle voice, and George had a "you're so annoying" expression on his face.

He perfunctorily said: "Okay, okay, I get it, don't come to me if you have nothing to do, I have something else to do."

Mr. Darcy frowned, stared at George with disgust, and said, "Miss Wickham, since Mr. Wickham doesn't welcome us, let's leave."

George's impatient treatment was what he had always wanted.

Mr. Darcy was vaguely uncomfortable.

Joe: "Okay, let's leave now."

George pursed his lips and smiled at Joe, and then hooked two fingers on his own lips.

Jo turned her back, and walked towards Mr. Darcy, and presently a rich, bitter-sweet taste rose from her mouth.

This is the taste of chocolate candies.

I don't know how George got this chocolate candy here, but at this moment, let the two of them taste it together.

Joe turned his head.

George: "Oh, what to look at, I'm fine, don't come to see me in the future, just give me some money."

Mr. Darcy turned around sharply, "You don't need to remind me about this matter, I will do it myself."

He glanced at Joe, afraid that Joe would offer to give George money. After all, no one knew better than him how poor Joe was.

Mr Darcy added: "My father told me on his deathbed to support you more."

He stared at George, "I will give you what I should give you, and I will give you less, and you have to do what you should do."

George pulled his face and said with a smile, "Don't worry, kind Mr. Darcy."

Joe: "Then..."

Mr. Darcy bent his arms and smiled a gentlemanly smile.

Joe had to put his arm up.

When the two went out, George collapsed on the sofa with a blank expression on his face, laying his pillow on the spot where Joe had just sat.

He stretched out his hand to twist one of his curly hair, and slowly chewed the chocolate in his mouth, hoping that his sister could fully taste the sweetness.

……

Joe and Darcy didn't go very far when they bumped into a familiar face.

The man was taken aback when he saw Darcy, "Darcy? Why are you here?"

Darcy: "Mr Fitzwilliam, I am here to see a gentleman named George Wickham."

Mr. Fitzwilliam smiled, "So he is your friend, the surname Wickham..."

His eyes fell on Joe.

Joe: "George Wickham is my brother."

Mr. Fitzwilliam was surprised, "Well, I really can't see it."

He looked at Joe and said helplessly, "Your brother and sister have very different personalities. Mr. George Wickham has become a well-known thorn in our side within a few days of his arrival."

Mr. Fitzwilliam spread his hands, "I even heard about me who wasn't in the barracks."

Joe blinked, with a dazed look on his face, "Stab...stab the head? Does it mean that George didn't do well in the army?"

Mr. Fitzwilliam was silent.

Mr. Darcy coughed, "Probably because he has just arrived and is more excited."

Mr. Fitzwilliam: "Oh, maybe."

The two talked to each other, at least they skipped the question.

Mr. Fitzwilliam looked around and said in a low voice: "At this time, you should take him back. In recent days, many noble sons have left the barracks."

Mr. Darcy: "That's why we came, but Mr. Wickham is unwilling to leave."

Mr. Fitzwilliam couldn't help admiring: "Mr. Wickham is really a warrior."

Mr. Darcy: "..."

You have not been with him for a long time. If you have known George for a long time, you must not be able to say such a thing.

Joe nodded in agreement, "George is excellent."

Mr. Darcy almost let the expression on his face break down.

Darcy looked at Mr. Fitzwilliam, "What about you? Are you going to..."

Fitzwilliam nodded helplessly.

Darcy frowned, "Even if you are a lieutenant colonel now, it's not safe to go to that kind of place."

Fitzwilliam: "Maybe I'll be a colonel when I get back."

Darcy: "Why do you..."

Fitzwilliam said helplessly: "After all, I'm a young son who didn't inherit the family property. If I can't marry a rich wife, then I have to work harder."

He glanced at Joe, stood up straight, put his legs together, and said seriously: "Miss Wickham, it's great to see you here, can you give me a blessing?"

Qiao Wen said: "Sir, what kind of blessing do you need?"

Mr. Fitzwilliam: "Just wish me a safe return."

As he spoke, he straightened his trousers and knelt half-kneeled in front of Joe.

Several other people present were taken aback.

Mr. Fitzwilliam is the son of Earl Fitzwilliam. Although he cannot inherit the title and property, his status is extremely noble, but he kneels down to an ordinary woman.

Even though everyone was astonished, Joe still had a sincere smile on her face. She didn't seem to care about these things like status at all, as if she wouldn't be surprised even if the king knelt down to her .

Mr. Fitzwilliam had been paying attention to Jo's expression, and seeing her acting like this, he couldn't help showing a knowing smile.

"Miss Wickham has never changed."

Joe cupped his face.

Her hand was pressed against his warm cheek, and her oppressive features kept getting closer, bit by bit, occupying his eyes and mind with beauty.

Even if Mr. Fitzwilliam is already a mature man, he can't resist Joe's oppressive and mysterious beauty.

She lifted Fitzwilliam's chin.

His lips trembled slightly, and he suddenly said timidly: "No, wait..."

Her lips, which seemed to be close to his lips, moved upwards, and gently touched his forehead.

"bless you."

Mr. Fitzwilliam's heart was empty, his mind was empty, and he seemed to be hollowed out from head to toe.

Until Joe left, he still stood there in a daze.

……

After leaving, Darcy looked at her lips frequently.

He probably felt that his behavior was too rude, so he forced himself to look away, but after a while, he involuntarily looked over again.

Before he could say anything to explain his behavior, Lydia took the lead and said, "Miss Wickham, you just... just..."

Joe: "What happened to me just now?"

Lydia scratched her head, "Didn't you realize something?"

Joe laughed and said, "Aren't you going to say that I shouldn't kiss his forehead? It's just a blessing. If this blessing can make him survive the battlefield, I don't think there is anything wrong with such a behavior."

"I don't see any men or women in my eyes. We are all God's people."

Lydia Mosey suddenly realized, "You are really different!"

Darcy turned his head and let out a soft breath.

Though...but...he wants to...no, Fitzwilliam Darcy, you don't!

"You finally came out," Mr. Evan stepped over in two or three steps, "I've been waiting for you here for a long time."

"Come with me, I ask you to do it today." Evan stared at Joe and said.

Darcy stopped him, "Mr. Evan, what do you want Miss Wickham to do? It's always better to make it clear first."

Evan said coldly: "It has nothing to do with you."

Darcy still wanted to stop, but Joe raised his hand and held his blocking hand.

She smiled and advised, "Don't worry, Mr. Darcy, I'm fine. I have something to tell you when I come back."

Mr. Darcy moved his fingers slightly, "Then... I'll wait for you."

Joe nodded.

Mr. Evan snorted and took Joe away.

While waiting for their conversation, he had hired a carriage.

After Mr. Evan and Joe got into the carriage, he couldn't wait to say: "I told that guy before that I will take someone to see him today, and we will go to his house now."

"That..." When the matter came to an end, Mr. Evan hesitated again.

Joe felt him shake violently.

Joe was afraid of canceling the trip, so he comforted him: "Mr. Evan, if you feel uncomfortable, I can still relieve you here."

Mr. Evan looked at Joe, "No, I, Miss Wickham, you must not fall in love with that Mr. Dorian Gray. Anyone who falls in love with him will become unhappy."

"If...if... well, how could I have come up with such a dizzy idea at that time!"

Mr. Evan said bluntly: "Miss Wickham, at this point, let me just say it directly, just because Dorian Gray is relying on his good looks to play with my sister's feelings, I want him to try too I tried to fall in love with someone, but I couldn't get any response, so I chose you."

"I'm sorry, I think we'd better go home, I..."

Joe took his clenched hand.

Evan looked up.

Joe smiled helplessly: "Mr. Evan, don't blame yourself, this is also human nature, I can understand."

"However, I may not be able to do what you ask...to make someone fall in love with me."

"Because I don't have that outstanding appearance, and I have never experienced a relationship between a man and a woman."

Evan: "No good looks? Joe, don't you often look in the mirror?"

Mr. Evan thought for a while, and blushed again inexplicably, "I'm sorry, I didn't know what I was thinking at the time. In fact, I didn't want you to tempt him. I just want you to show your usual appearance in church and go Influence him, at least let this lascivious and promiscuous young man become an ascetic monk."

Joe: "The choice of penance does not depend on other people's persuasion, but depends on the priests' own hearts."

"For Mr. Evan, I am willing to give it a try and try to influence that boy."

Evan's eyes widened, excited and hesitant.

Qiao smiled lightly, "If I can do this, I will be able to save more people who are deluded by beauty."

Mr. Evan grabbed Joe's fingers with his backhand, unable to speak with excitement.

"Thank you, thank you."

Joe smiled and said, "I should thank Mr. Evan for giving me such a special opportunity to save the world."

Mr. Evan looked at Joe admiringly.

"Miss Wickham, some people say that Lin Gray made a deal with the devil, you must be careful."

Joe: "Where there are devils in the world, God's light will illuminate there."

System: [After all, who can have you as a devil. 】

Joe stirred up his mental strength, causing the curtains beside him to flutter, and he was bathed in bright sunlight.

Mr. Evan felt a sense of divinity from her, and couldn't help kneeling on the spot.

Soon, the carriage stopped in front of a magnificent mansion.

Joe looked out the window at the mansion with a smile on his lips.

She said to the system: "What a strong spiritual energy, is this the energy of the devil? I would have come earlier if I knew there was a big treasure hidden here."

"System, get ready to start working."

Devil, wash your neck and wait for me.