[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

Both Friedrich North and Fitzwilliam Darcy had a lot to say to Joe, but because the three of them were in the same carriage at the same time, they couldn't say what they wanted to say calmly .

In the end, neither of them opened their mouths to say anything until the carriage returned to the seminary.

Before leaving, Friedrich promised again that he would take good care of Joe's brother.

In this regard, the system can only wish him good luck.

Mr. Darcy got off the carriage and said to Joe: "As I said just now, Mr. Bingley and I are going to the country for vacation, and we also want to see more scenery along the way. Maybe we can go with you."

Joe looked at him.

Mr. Darcy smiled, "Of course, Miss Wickham will take care of you along the way. After all, the only decent doctor I know is Miss Wickham."

Joe said helplessly, "But I'm not a doctor."

Mr. Darcy: "But I believe Miss Wickham can save me."

Obviously he came here to help Joe, but what he said seemed to be deliberately asking for Joe's help, which made Joe unable to refuse.

Joe nodded: "Thank you, Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy."

Mr. Darcy couldn't help a smile on his serious face, his smoky eyes were like the evening sky, and her figure was reflected in his sky.

"Thank you, Jo . . . Miss Wickham."

Because of the identities and statuses of the two, even if Darcy's heart is full of honey-like feelings, he can only express a little bit of his heart in a tactful and tactful way.

……

The next day, Mr. Allen, who was invited by Friedrich North, stood in front of Joe.

When Joe saw Alan Sorrell again, he was standing under a thick oak tree by the side of the road with a book between his hands.

He raised his head and silently looked at the dense tree crown above his head. The mottled light spots fell on his young and handsome face, but his deep black eyes seemed more intense and intoxicating.

Obviously he was wearing a black robe, and he looked like a quiet priest, but he was like a volcano under the thin ice, with a mania and enthusiasm that could sweep everything.

He was never suitable for the immutable church, he was born to be with glory and passion.

However, he suppressed all his emotions, and wrapped the sharpness and intensity of his character under a calm expression and a handsome and weak appearance.

Joe stood behind him, silent.

He whispered: "Sorry, I have no intention of introducing myself, and I don't need to introduce myself. After all, I won't come here to study."

Joe smiled softly.

Allen froze, and immediately turned around vigorously, his eyes widened in surprise, "Joe!"

Qiao Yingying smiled, "Mr. Allen."

Allen's cheeks were flushed, as if he had been sunburned.

He narrowed his eyes and said with a smile, "Miss Wickham, I have already heard a lot about you in the countryside."

He said with emotion: "Sure enough, you have been working hard, and now you have become a bishop."

He looked deeply at Joe's purple robe, and there was bottomless desire in his black eyes.

Joe: "Congratulations to Mr. Allen for successfully becoming an official pastor."

Allen smiled embarrassedly, coughed lightly, and blushed on his cheeks.

"Yeah, so many years of hard work are finally not in vain."

Joe: "Actually, I didn't want to bother Mr. Allen this time. It's my own responsibility. How can I bother Mr. Allen?"

Allen said with a smile: "If Miss Wickham was going to another place, I might follow the advice and not follow, but Miss Wickham's first stop is going to Thornfield Manor, so I will I have to go with you."

Joe seemed to understand something, "Could it be..."

Allen said helplessly: "Yes, Thornfield Manor is in the parish where I am the pastor, and Mrs. Rochester is also the benefactor who supports me to become the parish priest."

Joe stared at Alan.

Allen suddenly felt that he couldn't bear her gaze for a while.

He stopped, "No, Miss Wickham, don't look at me like that. I'm actually doing well. You don't need to worry about me."

He was silent for a while, and said slowly: "Although Mrs. Rochester has a bad reputation, I have never had an intimate relationship with her. I can swear to the gods and my future!"

He seemed to be afraid that Joe might misunderstand something, so he explained in a panic.

Joe smiled, "Mr. Allen, you misunderstood. I respect Mr. Allen's character, and I also love the future that Mr. Allen is looking forward to."

In the eyes of Alan Sorel, or Julien Sorel, God is far less important than his future, and his oath to the future is more credible than his oath to God.

Joe showed a sad expression as if he felt the same way, "I know that Mr. Allen has been working hard for that future. Since the future is so important, please don't use it to swear."

She raised her head, "I have always believed in Mr. Allen."

She had an expression of pure goodwill.

Alan's heart moved, both moved and ashamed.

Allen whispered: "Miss Wickham, I am ashamed of my trust in you, because I still have a secret from you..."

Joe smiled, "Even if Mr. Allen is not Mr. Allen, it is enough for me to know that your soul is still you."

"I……"

Joe stopped him, "Mr. Allen, stop talking."

"Please keep your secret, because I know it will make you feel more secure."

Joe smiled softly, "I like Mr. Sorel's secret."

Allen was stunned. He didn't know if Joe really knew something, but compared to the name Allen, the real Sorel's surname was the real part of him.

Joe smiled at him, "Sir, get your luggage ready, we're going on the road together again."

Joe's words brought his memory back to that year.

Allen smiled under the oak tree, and under the dappled sunlight, the smile seemed somewhat illusory for no reason.

"it is good."

Jo steps back away, mouth full of sweet emotional energy.

Joe turned, stepping more and more briskly.

She said with emotion to the system: "In the past few days, some of my sweet points have exceeded the standard. Oh, what a sweet burden."

System: [Ah, stop your Versailles behavior! 】

Joe rubbed his belly, "I thought Claude would have something to say to me before we set off, but it turns out he didn't."

"It's a pity, it's too sweet, but I can eat more."

system:【……】

……

On the day of departure, the church only prepared a convenient carriage for Joe. The carriage looked simple and plain on the outside, but it was extremely comfortable inside. It seemed that someone had specially ordered it to be prepared.

However, Jo, as if she didn't understand anyone's intention to please her at all, calmly boarded the carriage with Julien and Claude.

It is also a coincidence that Claude's bishop's diocese includes the diocese where Pastor Yulian is located.

The two of them simply exchanged greetings when they got into the car, then ignored the place and looked down at the books in their hands.

Joe put his hands on the table, his eyes kept falling on Claude, without moving aside.

Claude lowered his head, revealing a white neck from the purple collar, looking extremely indifferent.

However, Joe knew that her gaze had already put a heavy burden on him. The more she looked at him, the more his emotional energy rolled and jumped like molten lava.

This is really an easy way to mine.

Joe stared at Claude intently, as if he was slowly flipping through a book.

Claude's body became more and more stiff, and the fingers holding the page trembled slightly.

His fingers were like two twigs constantly moving, turning a page stiffly.

Allen lowered his head, his eyes were flickering, and his expression was cold.

"Da da da--"

His fingertips tapped on the table, making a clear sound.

Claude still lowered his head and pursed his lips.

He pinched the paper vigorously, perhaps because of too much force, leaving traces on the paper.

"Whoa-"

Allen turned the page violently.

"hiss--"

Claude shook his hand and almost tore off all the pages of the book.

Finally, he gave up.

His hands covered the pages of the book that he had accidentally torn a little bit, showing a distressed expression.

He could never win Miss Wickham.

Claude took a deep breath, slowly raised his head, trying to act as if nothing had happened.

"Miss Wickham, is there anything I can do for you?"

Joe froze for a moment, "I've been looking at you, has it affected you?"

Claude really didn't want to say yes, but he was indeed disturbed.

Claude lowered his eyes and said, "Miss Wickham..."

Joe: "Sorry, I just wanted to see if your injury is healed."

"Injured?" Allen finally found a topic to interject, "Mr. Frollo, are you injured?"

Claude's breathing was stagnant, and his whole body froze.

He closed the book, slid his hands down the table, and grabbed his legs tightly.

A sick smile appeared on his pale face, "It's okay, those injuries have healed up long ago, thank you Miss Wickham."

Before Joe could speak, Allen smiled and said, "What injury? Is it serious? I still have the medicine."

Claude looked at Allen, "Pastor Sorel, my injury has healed, thank you for your concern."

Allen said with a smile: "It is my duty to care about the health of the Bishop, but how did Miss Wickham heal the injury of the Bishop Frollo?"

He rested his fingers on his chin, narrowed his eyes, "...I'm curious."

Claude's jaw tightened, and he looked at Allen with guarded eyes, "Don't Pastor Sorel know about Miss Wickham's epiphany?"

"This... of course I know this."

Allen smiled and said: "When we were young, I was the one who accompanied Miss Wickham to every village and cured every patient."

Claude clenched his palms tightly, "Pastor Sorel and Bishop Wickham have known each other so early?"

Allen: "Yes, this is probably an encounter bestowed by God."

"I am very grateful that God allowed me to meet Miss Wickham at the most desperate time."

Claude's eyes were sad and painful, "Yes, who can say the will of God?"

System: [Good guy, the names they use are constantly changing, and they're almost ashamed to see each other. 】

Joe absorbed the emotional energy with a cheerful face.

Allen smiled and said, "I heard that Bishop Frollo is a great ascetic, so you have remained a virgin until now?"

"It's really not easy, and I hope that the bishop can continue to persevere. Purity and faith are the qualities of a monk."

Claude stared at Allen, and suddenly said: "Yes, I have practiced hard for a long time, and I have recently realized that hard cultivation is the experience that God gives to mortals, and only through experience can I achieve what I want. I obtained what I want through purity of mind and body. happiness, I advise Reverend Sorel to do as much as I do.”

Claude said coldly: "I almost forgot to ask, is Pastor Sorel married?"

Allen's breath stagnated, "Of course I'm not married!"

Claude said without hesitation: "So is it not a virgin?"

Allen's cheeks were red, staring at Claude.

However, Joe noticed that his eyes were still sneaking at him.

The system excitedly said: [Oh my God, can I listen to such a hot topic?Come on, come on, say a little more! 】

Allen was silent for a while, then chuckled, "Of course I am too. Although I didn't declare myself as an ascetic monk, I have always maintained a consistent practice of mind and body, and I have never indulged my body or body."

Allen looked at Claude: "Master Bishop, virginity should not only be physical, but also spiritual? Don't indulge the flesh and body... Then, has the Bishop ever indulged his heart?"

Claude was almost bent by this last straw.

The corners of his eyes were red, and he looked at Allen bitterly and said bitterly: "Then, Pastor Sorel, who is united in body and mind, is your unity in body and mind all for God? Do you also have ulterior motives in your heart?"

Allen's breathing was almost stagnant.

Both of them looked calm, but their hearts seemed to have been punched hard by each other's words.

["One thousand injuries to the enemy, eight hundred self-injury", what a "seven wound punches" to fight each other! 】