[Pride and Prejudice] Red and Black Queen

By the emotional energy in the room, Joe could almost guess what the "gypsy old woman" had said to the gentlemen.

It took a long time for Mr. Bingley to go up, but he didn't come down for a long time.

Mr. Darcy stood up worriedly, and after wandering around the living room twice, he walked directly to the stairs.

At this time, Allen's spirit has recovered a little.

He said: "Mr. Darcy doesn't have to worry so much. Although that old lady has the ability to read people's hearts, she will not cause harm to others."

Mr. Darcy said in a deep voice: "Sometimes, words are more lethal than actions. Mr. Bingley is a simple person, I am worried..."

"I'm back!"

Before Mr. Darcy finished speaking, Mr. Bingley came down the stairs laughing.

His mental outlook is completely different from others.

Everyone in the living room stared at him.

Mr. Bingley looked puzzled, "Huh? Is there something wrong with me?"

He looked around, out of Joe's sight, at Mr. Darcy, hoping he could explain to himself.

Qiao thought: Avoid me, obviously the old lady was talking about me.

System: [Maybe you were the one who told Alan and Claude. 】

Joe: "Isn't this obvious? After all, the emotional energy of a crush and entanglement is so rich."

System: [Good guy, so whoever has a crush on you can't hide it from you. 】

Obviously you know everything, but you pretend to be ignorant, you really deserve to be a demon monk.

Whoever admires her is asking for trouble.

Mr. Darcy: "What did she say to you, and why are you so happy?"

Mr. Bingley said with a smile: "Tell me something about my future wife. She said that I will meet my destined wife during this journey."

He showed his white teeth, "I think she's absolutely right."

As he said that, he still wanted to take a look in Joe's direction, but was blocked by Mr. Darcy.

Mr. Bingley seemed to have thought of something, and patted Mr. Darcy on the shoulder vigorously, "She also said that my wife and I are finally together, and we can't do without your help, kind Mr. Darcy haha, I don't know how to thank you .”

Mr. Darcy froze.

It was Joe he had just looked at.

For Mr. Bingley and Joe... Is he crazy?

If he had a chance, would he still have to wait so long?

The other two men in the living room also couldn't understand Mr. Bingley's complacent appearance. Why didn't they get good results, but he was good?

Allen couldn't help but said: "How can you believe what the old woman said, I think she is talking nonsense."

Claude also nodded at this time, "It's good that we believe in God, and there is no need to be distracted by such words."

System: [It's nice to say, the two of you were very depressed just now. 】

Soon, the maid called Mr. Darcy up.

Mr. Darcy glanced at Jo with vague apprehension before going up.

Joe smiled at him.

Mr. Darcy then stepped up.

"So I'm the last?" said Jo to the maid.

The maid nodded, "You can go up after Mr. Darcy comes down later."

Claude couldn't help but said at this time: "Is Miss Wickham also interested in love?"

Joe: "I'm just curious about the old lady's divination."

She looked at Claude and smiled, "Is she only divination about love? Her divination for you is also about love?"

Claude was stopped by her question all of a sudden, his lips trembled, but he couldn't say anything.

Mr. Bingley said happily: "Actually, I think what the old lady said is not unreasonable."

"I also asked about Mr. Darcy's love by the way."

He looked around, with a mischievous look, "Guess what the old lady said?"

Allen: "It's just nonsense."

He said so, but frowned.

Claude: "Probably a bad word."

Mr. Bingley shook his head, "She said that Mr. Darcy's arrogance will cause twists and turns in his love."

He stared at Joe without blinking, "However, his bravery and relentlessness will allow him to get love in the end."

He looked at Joe and didn't go any further.

The love between him and Mr. Darcy is relative. If Mr. Darcy can get a happy ending, then he will definitely not be happy; if he achieves a happy ending, how can Mr. Darcy get love?

After all, the Fitzwilliam Darcy he knew was a proud and staunch gentleman.

He is proud of his love, and he also has the faith and courage to stick to it for a lifetime.

How can he get love from the beautiful and heartless Miss Wickham who can't empathize with others?

Joe pretended not to see Mr. Bingley's gaze.

System: [Master, did you hear that? 】

Joe: "Yeah."

System: [What the old woman said is clearly the original ending of the story!But, but, why would she know? 】

Joe smiled and said, "Don't worry, we'll know the answer soon."

Saying that she was not in a hurry, she lifted the hem of her robe and stepped up the steps.

"Miss Wickham?" asked Mr. Bingley in a puzzled voice.

Joe looked back and smiled slightly, putting a finger to his lips.

Mr. Bingley's breath was stagnant, and he subconsciously looked at the movements of the other two people in the living room. The two of them didn't know what they were thinking, and they didn't even notice that Joe had sneaked upstairs.

He breathed a sigh of relief, turned around, and was about to ask something, but Joe disappeared in front of him.

Mr. Bingley: "..."

The cold wind blows against him.

……

Mr. Darcy opened the door and went out.

The light in the corridor was extremely dim, especially as there seemed to be no candlesticks placed in the corridor at the door of this room, which made it almost impossible to walk along the road in the dark.

He walked step by step, listening to his own footsteps in the dark, but couldn't help recalling the words of the old gypsy woman in his mind.

The old woman asked him if he was going on holiday in the Hertfordshire countryside.

After Mr. Darcy confessed, the old woman said that he would meet his love on vacation.

Mr. Darcy only wanted to laugh at that.

He had already met his love.

It's a pity that when Cupid shot the golden arrow at him, he also shot a lead arrow at his beloved.

Unrequited love is torture to him alone.

The old woman said that he would put aside his status and love that woman deeply.

Mr. Darcy could bear it no longer.

He leaned on the sofa, said coldly and reservedly: "Don't keep talking about what happened."

The old woman froze for a moment, "Your arrogance will frustrate your love."

Mr. Darcy could hardly refrain from laughing.

arrogant?

When had he ever been arrogant in front of Joe?In front of her, he can never ask for him. He will always be the one who hides under the rose trellis, behind the curtains, and in the quilt, frightened and helpless, but only she can find Fitzwilliam.

Mr. Darcy said indifferently: "I don't know which servant in my manor leaked the things you said to you. It seems that my manor really needs to be rectified."

But how can anyone who is familiar with him not know this?

What kind of divination is needed?

Mr. Darcy hides the bloody love deep in his heart, and he really doesn't want to be judged by such an outsider.

He got up and said: "What is your purpose, just say it."

He stared at the fortuneteller indifferently, "I don't believe you have no purpose."

The old gypsy woman seemed taken aback by his sudden attack.

"You...you...no, you haven't been to Longbourne, but you have met your love? Why? How come?"

Mr. Darcy frowned. "Longborn? Where is my love?"

He sneered, "Then you are indeed mistaken, my love has never been in that place, it exists in..."

He couldn't hide his pain for a moment.

He took a deep breath and said slowly, "It's somewhere I can never reach."

His love existed in Joe's heart made of lead.

The old woman was confused, "Are you Mr. Fitzwilliam Darcy?"

Mr. Darcy: "I am."

"No, you are not!"

Mr. Darcy frowned and said, "Are you doubting my identity? Can you see the carriage with the Darcy family crest?"

"I don't know what Mrs. Rochester wants you to do. To attack me, I'm afraid she has made the wrong idea."

He turned and walked towards the door.

Holding the doorknob, he suddenly stopped when he was about to go out.

Mr. Darcy: "Never do anything to Miss Wickham, or..."

Mr. Darcy turned his head and said: "...I will never let that thing go."

What he meant was that no matter whether it was a person or a devil who targeted Joe, he would be in control.

Mr. Darcy, who was standing in the corridor, recalled his memory and walked on.

Suddenly, he stopped.

He rubbed his temples, looking a little dazed.

He turned around and slammed directly into the wall next to him.

He didn't stop until his arm touched the wall.

However, this made his expression even more puzzled.

He rubbed his nose and said in a low voice, "Strange, am I hallucinating?"

"Why do I think Joe is here?"

Moreover, this feeling is getting stronger?

Could it be that he missed this?

Even Mr. Darcy, who has been secretly in love for many years, couldn't help but blush.

He pinched the collar with his fingers, and seemed to feel that there was not enough air in it.

At this time, a voice suddenly sounded in his ear——

"Are you calling me?"

Mr. Darcy gave a start, and turned round.

The arm slipped across the softness.

He took a step back suddenly, as if he saw a tiger, his body was about to stick to the wall.

He hugged his arm that had just been rude, and said in disbelief: "Joe? No, Miss Wickham, are you here?"

Joe smiled. "I've been here all the time."

Mr. Darcy: "Then..."

Didn't she hear everything he said just now?

No, there are more.

Mr. Darcy's Adam's apple moved, and he said with difficulty: "How long have you been up here?"

Qiao smiled and said, "Let me think about it. I've been here for a long time, and you and the fortune-teller have also chatted for a long time. I stood at the door and waited for a long time."

Mr. Darcy: "..."

Standing at the door, didn't you hear everyone?

Is it his hallucination?Why does he feel that Joe is like a witch now, deliberately teasing him?Make him feel up and down?

Mr. Darcy picked up his shattered calm, and reluctantly said: "I didn't say anything, that fortune teller is a fake, and what he said is not accurate at all."

Joe: "That's right."

In the dark, where Mr. Darcy could not see, Joe smiled like a devil.

"Isn't the divination about love? Could it be that she didn't predict Mr. Darcy's love correctly? Why would Mr. Darcy know? Could it be...Mr. Darcy has already encountered love."

Mr. Darcy caught his breath.

He heard Joe's approaching footsteps.

There is a wall behind him, and it is inevitable.

"Mr. Darcy?" continued Jo.

Mr. Darcy could not help groaning in pain.

Merciful and kind Miss Wickham, would you torture me less?

Joe seemed to have heard Mr. Darcy's cry in his heart, and replied in his heart with a smile——

No, my upright and lovely Mr. Darcy, who made your reactions charming and funny, producing a lot of emotional energy and great taste?

System: [Oh my god, is this the person you like?Your favor is the devil's favor. 】

Mr. Darcy, how did you fall in love with such a devil?

There are no windows in the corridor, which is cramped and dark.

Originally, the environment here was enough to make people breathless, but what Joe did was to force Mr. Darcy to suffocation.

Mr. Darcy's Adam's apple seemed to be trembling faintly.

He closed his eyes, trying to suppress the emotions in his body.

"Miss Qiao, yes, I have been shot by the golden arrow of love, but unfortunately, the lead arrow was shot by Cupid into the heart of the one I love."

He opened his eyes again, and the expression hidden in the darkness revealed the pain he was suppressing, "My...Miss Qiao, do you have anything else to ask?"