[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Mr. Darcy stood restlessly at Joe's door, but because of Joe's poise he stepped in.

"Crack."

Darcy turned his head immediately and saw that Joe closed the door smoothly.

Seeing him looking at him, Qiao looked back innocently, "What's wrong?"

Mr. Darcy said helplessly: "Miss Wickham, you..."

His Adam's apple moved, rubbing the scarf up and down.

"What are you looking for me for?"

Mr. Darcy frowned. "Is it George Wickham? Mr. Evan? Or Mr. Bennett?"

His frown became tighter and tighter. "Could it be Mr. Dorian Gray?"

Joe laughed: "Why do you mention them?"

"because……"

Darcy became silently disturbed in his heart.

Could it be that he cared about them because of her?

Joe: "Not because of them, but because of you, Mr. Darcy."

"Me?" Mr. Darcy was flattered.

Joe nodded earnestly, "Mr. Darcy has been in a very distressed mood recently, and his spirit is not very good."

Mr. Darcy sighed, his expression tender and helpless.

Although this kind of trouble was brought to him by Joe's younger brother, but being able to get Joe's care, it seems that these troubles are not considered troubles.

"I'm fine. Maybe it's because I haven't had a good rest recently. Don't worry."

Qiao Wen said: "I think it would be great if I could help Mr. Darcy share his troubles."

Mr. Darcy covered his mouth with his hands in embarrassment, and murmured: "If you want to look at me like this, I won't be troubled."

Joe wondered: "What? Did Mr. Darcy say something just now?"

Mr. Darcy shook his head and said with a smile, "I'm really fine."

Joe: "However, I see that Mr. Darcy's heart seems to be very heavy."

Darcy: "..."

That was because of being pissed off by Mr. Wickham.

Joe: "You can confide in me if you can, I won't tell anyone."

She said embarrassedly: "Many people say that after talking to me about their troubles, the mind will become calm."

"I have helped many people, and I want to help you, Mr. Darcy."

She clasped her hands together nervously, and stared at Darcy with wide eyes, "Is that all right, Mr. Darcy?"

Joe like this... He couldn't refuse at all.

Darcy looked at Joe and laughed, "Well, shall I confide in you now?"

Joe sat down on the edge of the bed.

Mr. Darcy rubbed the seam of his trousers, and sank to his knees.

Joe held out his hand to him.

He glanced at Joe, then lowered his head as if he couldn't bear her gaze.

He slowly put his hand into hers.

His hand was several times bigger than hers, it was not so much that she was holding his hand, it was more like he was wrapping her hand.

The corners of his mouth raised slightly, and his tone became lighter, "The things I've been worrying about lately... are just a few things. It's nothing more than the business left by my father, and..."

He looked at Joe.

Joe grabbed his hand tightly, "I know, God will forgive you."

Darcy smiled wryly.

Forgive him for loving an ascetic monk who professes to be unmarried?

Will God forgive him for coveting God's angel?

Mr. Darcy whispered: "I don't expect God to forgive me, Miss Wickham. I just want to know, will you forgive me?"

Qiao brows and eyes were gentle, "Yes, no matter what Mr. Darcy has done, I will forgive, and God will also forgive. Please, Mr. Darcy, don't blame yourself too much. There are many responsibilities that should not be placed on Mr. Darcy alone."

"I think George must have given Mr Darcy a lot of trouble."

Joe took Darcy's hand, "Is there anything I can do for Mr. Darcy?"

Her eyes were bright and honest, like stars in a black night sky.

As if to seduce him.

No, he wasn't doubting Joe's character, it was just...

Mr. Darcy pursed his lips.

It is undeniable that when he heard Joe's words, his heart couldn't help but move around, but at this time, he had to restrain his burning emotions, otherwise, it would only hurt Joe.

Joe didn't need the affections of a gentleman at this time.

Darcy whispered: "If there is anything you can do for me, then please get rid of Mr."

Joe was taken aback, and subconsciously said: "Darcy?"

In an instant, the emotional energy pouring out of Mr. Darcy was like hot chocolate solution, almost scalding her.

Darcy coughed lightly, his smoky eyes were full of smiles, "Yes, I'm here."

Joe paused, and said softly: "Actually, what I want to say is - you are an upright gentleman, your integrity will hurt you, if George does something to you, please tell me, I will will stop him."

She squeezed his fingers tightly, "And, I wonder what Darcy... sacrificed for me."

"Have you been troubled by George before? Maybe this matter also involves me."

Darcy froze for a moment, "Have you become sharper?"

Joe raised his hand and stretched out his fingertips to poke his heart through the air.

"Every time I see you, your heart seems to be very tangled."

Darcy smiled, "Miss Wickham, you were always right before, but this time you were wrong."

"When I see you, I feel nothing but joy in my heart."

"Mr. Wickham..."

In order to reassure Joe, Mr. Darcy closed his eyes, and once again said against his conscience: "He is not as bad as you said, I just had a misunderstanding with him, just solve it."

Darcy opened his eyes again and said with a smile, "It's not a big problem, but it's something that worries you."

Joe looked at him seriously, as if looking into his heart through his smile.

Finally, she bent down, opened her arms, and hugged him.

The familiar aroma overwhelmed him again.

Qiao softly said: "With me, you won't have troubles, and I will help you clear up all your troubles."

As her words fell, Darcy felt as if he had fallen into a warm bath, and the warm water flooded him, washing away all the tiredness and troubles from his whole body. His heart was peaceful and his mind was clear.

Joe straightened up again, looked at Darcy with a smile, "Would this be better?"

"I think you need a hug."

Darcy looked at Joe in shock and incomprehension.

Why does a hug from her seem to purify the body and mind?

Are all the rumors about her in the parish true?

Darcy murmured softly: "This really caught me off guard."

Darcy: "This...does this meet the requirements of the church?"

Joe nodded frankly, "Of course, God will not be stingy in giving believers a comforting hug."

Darcy's ears turned red, "Then, can we continue?"

Before Joe could speak, Darcy jumped up.

Mr. Darcy, who has always been calm, was a little at a loss.

"No, no, no, what I said just now is that I'm dizzy. In short, I'm fine, I'm fine, really..."

He smiled at her, "You have a good rest, I'm leaving."

After all, he hastily closed the door and left.

When he went out, he leaned against the door and pulled his collar impatiently.

He scolded himself in a low voice, "Fitzwilliam Darcy, you are too unreserved!"

He killed himself, but couldn't bear the joy in his heart, so he secretly raised the corner of his mouth.

Across the door, Joe, who had just absorbed all the emotional energy of Mr. Darcy, ushered in another wave of sweet and joyful energy.

Joe was surprised and surprised, "Mr. Darcy is really a generous person!"

"Before you leave, don't forget to leave some thoughts for me."

The system hesitated to speak, wanted to complain but didn't know where to start, it was almost suffocated.

……

In the early morning of the next day, an unexpected guest came to visit.

This man was none other than Mr. Dorian Gray who ran away yesterday clutching his waist.

He wore expensive clothes, and the buttons on his body were all polished with precious stones, which shone brightly on him.

He was still playing with a cane inlaid with gold, silver and precious stones in his hand, and he didn't even look at the others.

As early as the maid came to inform Joe of Mr. Dorian Gray's arrival, Jo had already felt his presence.

The emotional energy in his body is stronger than what he saw yesterday. Obviously, he has only seen the devil not long ago, and he has accepted some gift from the devil.

System: [If he doesn't accept the devil's gift, it's impossible for his waist to heal so quickly. 】

When Joe came down from upstairs and went to the drawing room, Mr. Darcy had already received the sudden Mr. Dorian Gray seriously.

The butler who has been taking care of the capital mansion for Mr. Darcy does not agree with Mr. Darcy's decision.

After all, Mr. Darcy's reputation was excellent, and Mr. Dorian Gray's reputation could not be worse, and there is no one in the whole country with a worse reputation.

Anyone who associates with Dorian Gray is simply putting a "self-defeating" brand on his head.

Therefore, almost all the ladies of the rich and noble families in the capital city have told them not to get close to Dorian Gray, and those ladies who are not well-known and who are a little older and don't care about their reputation, they like to go to Dorian Gray's banquet very much.

After all, Dorian Gray was a good-looking boy despite his bad reputation.

However, the butler could not change Mr. Darcy's mind.

The steward watched Dorian Gray with great nervousness as soon as he entered, fearful that his conduct would dishonor his master.

Dorian Gray, who came today, had no interest in finding something for Mr. Darcy at all, and he did not put on an arrogant and disrespectful posture, but sat on the sofa and looked in the direction of the door expectantly.

Mr. Darcy talked to him, but he didn't listen to it at all, and only responded with "uh-uh-ahhh".

Seeing his appearance, the butler was both angry and relieved.

Soon, Joe appeared at the door.

Dorian Gray rose suddenly.

He tugged at the hem of his clothes, straightened his back, walked gracefully in front of Jo, saluted her, and even kissed her hand.

Joe did not reach out his hand for a long time, but hesitated to speak.

Dorian Gray stared at Joe with his beautiful blue eyes, and asked in a low voice: "Miss Wickham, I'm sorry that I was rude to you yesterday because I was unwell. Today I made a special visit to apologize."

Joe folded his hands on the robe, and replied with a smile: "You don't need to apologize, and you don't need to be like this. I have been worried that it was because you bent down to kiss your hand before that caused your waist discomfort. Please go and don't do it again. Take good care of your body."

Dorian Gray froze.

He straightened up holding his cane.

He raised his arms, showed his waist, and said with a smile: "Look, my body is completely recovered now."

His waist was thinly wrapped by a red girdle, exuding the delicacy and weakness of a noble boy.

Joe pointed his fingers between his eyebrows and shoulders, and said sincerely, "Thank God."

Dorian Gray showed a mocking look, "I'm afraid you are thanking the wrong person, because the person who cured me is not a god."

Joe looked at Dorian Gray tenderly, "Sir, you don't recognize God, but God has been watching you."

Dorian Gray's eyes sank, and his eyes on Joe were particularly complicated.

He suddenly raised the corner of his mouth, "As expected of the kind Miss Wickham, I heard that you have the title of saint in your parish?"

Joe shook his head, "How dare I be holy?"

Only saints who have made great contributions to missionary work and are recognized by the church will be canonized.

She used to let this reputation spread in the countryside for the convenience of absorbing emotional energy, but in the capital, she could not admit this reputation.

Dorian Gray: "No, no, I think Miss Wickham is very suitable for this title."

He bit his knuckles, lowered his eyes and smiled, "I've seen quite a few church members, and most of them are just like ordinary people. Being abandoned by me seems like they are going to die."

"But I think Miss Wickham is different."

He stared at Joe, and there was a purple light in the depths of those blue eyes, as if another pair of eyes were looking at Joe through his eyes.

Dorian Gray remembered what he had said when the devil came last night.

The devil said: "Joe Wickham's soul is unparalleled in the world. There is no one in the world who is purer than her soul. I want her soul."

The devil even threatened him: "Dorian Gray, although you and I signed a contract, I will make you immortal, healthy forever, and satisfy all your desires. After you die, your soul will belong to me, but this is not without price. Yes, have you ever seen a portrait of yourself in your treasury."

"Your illness and aging will not appear on your body, but will appear on you in the painting. If you can't meet my requirements, the person in the painting is your future."

Dorian Gray panicked and ran to the warehouse to search for his own paintings.

As a result, he saw a dirty and ugly monster.

The devil leisurely appeared behind him, pressed his ear and said, "You help me get Joe Wickham's soul, and I will make your painting look brand new again."

Dorian Gray immediately and flusteredly assented to his request.

However, when he saw Joe again, he was full of resentment.

Why is he so dirty and she is so pure?

Why is he already in hell forever, but she is favored by gods and devils?