[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

The housekeeper's wife arranged for everyone to stay in a room. After resting in the room for a while, the maid came to inform that the dinner party had started.

Joe tidied up her robes and walked downstairs through the gloomy corridor.

"Woooo-"

There was faint crying in the corridor.

Joe paused and looked overhead.

The crying became quieter, and came faintly from the corner next to it.

Joe didn't continue to peek at the mad man in the attic, but instead walked in the direction of crying.

She turned the corner, and heard the sobbing sound coming from the room beside her.

She was standing at the door, and just about to open it, she heard the sound of a boy crying from inside the room.

The boy sobbed: "Are there really no ghosts in this house? Why, why do I see ghosts? Now there are ghost-hunting monks coming."

The maid said perfunctorily: "Master, there are no ghosts in the house. Don't listen to other people's nonsense. As for the guests who come to stay overnight...they will leave soon."

The boy choked hard again.

Joe raised his hand and knocked on the door.

The maid immediately opened the door and watched Joe warily.

Joe showed a gentle and harmless smile, "Excuse me, is there a crying angel here? I just heard the cry and I'm a little worried."

The maid was stunned for a moment, and then said helplessly: "Master Adler is crying, I'm sorry, I disturbed the guests to rest."

At this time, there was the sound of "clicking" footsteps in the room, as if a child was running over.

Qiao lowered his eyes slightly, and saw a small face sneaking out from behind the door.

The child has plump cheeks, a fair and lovely face, and a head of soft blond hair, just like Cupid and little angels in the story.

There were still tears on his face, and the circles of his eyes were red, but he looked at Joe full of curiosity.

Joe bent down and said softly, "So the weeping angel is here."

The little boy blinked, "I, am I an angel?"

Joe: "Yeah, don't you see? Your wings are right behind you."

The little boy immediately turned his head to look at his back.

Like a puppy chasing his own tail, he went around in a circle, but he didn't find his wings.

The corner of the maid's mouth twitched, watching helplessly as the lady guest was fooling the children.

"This guest..."

"Here are your wings."

Joe's hand scratched the little boy's back and plucked out a feather.

The little boy's eyes widened in surprise, "Wow, is this the feather on my wing?"

Maid: "..."

No, this is the quill used for writing on the desk.

Joe: "Yeah, take a closer look."

The little boy took his feather solemnly and couldn't put it down.

Joe: "Lovely little angel, what's your name?"

Little boy: "My name is Adler."

The maid sighed: "This is Mrs. Rochester's godson. Because both his father and mother are missing, Mrs. Rochester is his guardian now."

Joe nodded, "So it is."

Joe stroked the little boy's head.

The little boy seemed very happy to be touched by her on the head, and unconsciously narrowed his eyes, like a sweet kitten.

"You just said that this house is haunted?" Joe asked calmly.

The maid immediately exclaimed: "Guest, it's not like this..."

Qiao Qing glanced at her indifferently.

Mingming Qiao smiled so gently, but the maid seemed to be captured by some ferocious aura all of a sudden, making it difficult to speak again.

But little Adler didn't notice anything, he said cautiously: "I...I feel so, but the grown-ups say I'm talking nonsense, so I'm not talking nonsense."

Qiao asked gently: "Then can you tell me what you have seen?"

Little Adler: "I only occasionally hear strange noises in the house. Sometimes, at night, it seems that someone is running in the corridor. Also, sometimes I will see that the candlesticks are not placed where they should be. s position."

"Master!" The maid finally found her voice, almost screaming to stop him.

Little Adler was startled by the maid's voice.

Joe smiled and touched his head, "Don't be afraid, my lovely little angel."

For a moment, little Adler seemed to have no fear or fear at all.

He smiled at Joe.

Joe said to the maid: "It's time for the dinner party, and I'm going downstairs. Is Master Adler coming along?"

Maid: "It depends on what Madam wants."

Joe nodded in understanding, turned and went downstairs.

The maid stood there, a little uneasy. She turned and walked towards the direction of the butler, intending to tell the butler's wife what Miss Wickham had heard from Adler.

……

The hall was lit with candles, and the long dining table was set with flowers and golden cutlery.

Mrs. Rochester in a gorgeous long dress stepped into the hall and took the main seat.

The servants came pushing the dining car, and the delicious food was continuously brought to the table like flowing water.

During a meal, Mrs. Rochester showed how she was so good at dancing, and teased all the guests on the table.

The men sitting at the table didn't look very good-looking.

In the end, Mrs. Rochester had no choice but to toast Joe reluctantly and said, "Miss Wickham, I admire you."

Joe looked puzzled.

Mrs. Rochester gave a low laugh, "However, I still advise you that when you are having fun, you should enjoy it in time, and don't waste your youthful beauty."

Joe smiled and said, "I think what I'm doing now is very meaningful. Doesn't Mrs. Rochester think that everything she does is a waste of time?"

Mrs. Rochester froze for a moment, and fell into deep thought.

She curled her red lips slightly, and said wistfully, "You're right, it's a waste of time for me to do this, who made me wrong in the first place?"

She held her head halfway, her dark eyes glowing like a demon.

"There is no other way, I have stepped into the darkness, so I can only continue to waste my life."

Joe caught a familiar scent in her eyes.

Joe said softly: "It's not too late."

Mrs. Rochester hooked the earrings lightly with her fingers, looked up at the ceiling, and said with a smile, "It would be great if I could get to know Miss Wickham earlier."

Jo could feel a great deal of negative sharp emotion in her, but she suppressed it.

Jo absorbed her emotional energy, looked at her and said, "Is Mrs. Rochester feeling better now?"

Mrs. Rochester seemed to sense something, and touched her forehead in surprise.

She smiled and said, "It seems that Miss Wickham really doesn't need to worry people. If Miss Wickham can do me a favor, I'll give you a gift too."

Joe looked puzzled, but Mrs. Rochester obviously didn't intend to continue.

System: [Ahhh, what exactly is she going to say, and what gift is she going to give you, I hate the behavior of riddlers the most. 】

Qiao chuckled and said, "I have some clues, but she probably got my purpose wrong."

System: [Huh? 】

After dinner, Mrs. Rochester said: "As an after-dinner entertainment, we might as well ask the gypsy old lady who just came to the manor to tell my fortune. I asked her to do a fortune-telling before, and she is very accurate. You must try it. "

Mrs. Rochester smiled and said, "I will arrange for the maids to notify everyone to go."

After all, she stretched herself, "As for me, I still have things to do tonight. I'm going to the study first. I hope you all have a good time."

After that, she slowly got up and left.

The maid in the room also withdrew.

Allen said: "You also understand Mrs. Rochester's character?"

Mr. Darcy looked cold and haughty, and evidently did not want to speak.

Mr. Bingley shook his head and didn't want to say anything.

Qiao said: "There is also a little boy in this manor."

Allen paused for a moment, then whispered: "Yes, it's called Adler, and he's Madam's godson, but some people say it's Madam's illegitimate son, born to Madam with a French lover."

Jo couldn't help looking up to see how green that crazy Mr. Attic's hat was.

Mr. Bingley coughed and changed the embarrassing topic, "Is the fortune teller Mrs. Rochester said really so effective?"

Claude frowned slightly and said: "There are rumors that gypsy women are proficient in magical witchcraft and work with the devil, so they can let any man they fancy go wandering with them."

Joe shook his head, "It's just a rumor."

Claude: "I don't believe in these either, but their knowledge about herbs is worth learning."

Soon the maid came down and informed Mr. Allen that he could go up.

Allen was slightly stunned, and said with a smile, "Am I actually the first one? That's fine, I also want to meet this gypsy fortune teller for a while."

Allen tidied up his clothes and looked at Joe, "I'll try it out for you."

After Allen went up, it took a long time to come down.

When he went up, his steps were brisk and his spirit was high, but when he came down, his steps were slow, as if he had encountered some unsolvable problem.

Everyone saw him frowning and walking down worriedly. He didn't even talk to anyone, so he found a place to sit alone.

Mr. Bingley gave Mr. Darcy a wink.

Mr. Darcy shook his head.

The second place is Claude.

Claude: "It's not appropriate for me to meet her."

The maid seemed to have been prepared for a long time, and said with a smile: "Madam said, this is just a sideshow after dinner, don't take it seriously, it's just for entertainment."

Claude finally nodded.

The remaining three people stared at the stairs from time to time.

After a while, Claude walked down the stairs slowly.

His face was pale and bloodless, as if he had suffered a major blow.

Joe stood up and asked, "Bishop Frollo, are you all right?"

Claude raised his head slowly, staring at Joe absent-mindedly.

After a long time, he said dumbly: "It's nothing."

Mr. Darcy said seriously: "What happened? The lady offended the Bishop?"

Claude shook his head, "No, it's none of Mrs. Rochester's business, it's me..."

He smiled wryly.

Mr. Bingley asked curiously, "Are gypsy women really accurate in divination?"

Claude looked even worse, "For me, she can see through my mind almost at a glance."

He looked at Joe: "I don't feel anything strange, but she can speak my every thought and know my secrets. I don't think she is simple."

Mr. Bingley rolled up his sleeves, "Then we'll have to meet for a while."

Mr. Bingley said solemnly to Jo, "I'll get more information for Miss Wickham."

Joe: "Please Mr. Bingley take care of yourself first."

The maid invited Mr. Bingley up, and Mr. Bingley strode up the stairs at once.

Joe silently took a breath, the emotional energy in the living room is really rich.