Crossing into Elizabeth Bennet

—The man who pampered her so much.

In this era, any man will always have a machismo plot.And Darcy, of course, is not lacking at all.

But he still tolerated Elizabeth's convulsions as much as possible within his own scale-the "whimsical" from time to time.

Even the beloved Pemberley, Darcy handed over to his wife to "torture and destroy" without hesitation.

Of course, when two equally stubborn people are together, it is inevitable that they will quarrel because of their respective stubbornness.However, whether it is the Cold War or the full-fledged martial arts staged.

The husband and wife will have a tacit understanding and reconcile on the next day. Therefore, the servants often see the Darcy couple strolling in the beautiful Pemberley Manor sweetly.

There is no acknowledgment or compromise between Elizabeth and Darcy. The two approach each other's souls by coincidence, and reconcile the edges and corners between each other.

This should be the so-called happiness.Elizabeth sat in the rocking chair with a vicissitudes of life and an ethereal smile. Her eyes were no longer clear, and she looked dimly at the distant mountains outside the floor-to-ceiling windows.

She sometimes wonders why she lived so long, when the relatives around her leave one by one, but she still can only watch their leaving back in a healthy way.

Elizabeth looked at her mottled and wrinkled hands with difficulty, they were no longer white and smooth, because they had become the hands of a centenarian in line with the years.

Just yesterday, her youngest sister, Lydia, also passed away.Mentioning this sister, Elizabeth smiled childishly.

She was always proud of being able to help this lovely girl escape the fate of notoriety.

"Darcy, it's time for you to come pick me up."

The wrinkled face was full of shy blushes, just like the Huaichun girl who fell in love with the man she liked many years ago.With difficulty, she raised her hand to touch her cheeks that were no longer smooth.He pouted and complained.

"Will you despise me?"

"will not."

The elegant voice echoed in the room, Elizabeth just looked up and saw the man standing in front of the window.He was wearing the crisp dress at the wedding.

He was still so dashing and handsome, Fitzwilliam Darcy stood there, stretching out that beautiful big hand to her, with a gentle and happy smile on his face, just like when he welcomed her to the altar many years ago and promised eternal life.

Elizabeth's eyes that had been dry for many years slid down tears again, and she said coquettishly with a gorgeous smile.

"You finally came to pick me up."

"Grandma, who are you talking to?"

"Mother?"

Surrounded by their children and grandchildren, they surrounded Elizabeth in horror, with pain that could not be concealed on their faces.However, at this time she was just staring at Darcy by the window.She smiled sweetly.

"Darcy, I miss you so much."

Wu Sheng happily talked about the thoughts she had suppressed for more than ten years. She was surrounded by mournful cries and closed her tired eyes.

She promised him that she would work hard to continue living, but she was just living.After Wu Sheng completely lost Darcy, she knew that her happiness had come to an end with his departure.

Why make her wait so long?Why let her stay?It's not that he didn't complain, but this resentment still couldn't resist the deep-seated love.

Waiting for this moment all the time, after all, Darcy has not forgotten that she is still waiting for him, and her Darcy has not forgotten Wu Sheng.

"Darcy, sorry to keep you waiting."

It is no longer the old face, nor is it the original Elizabeth Bennet's appearance.

Just Wu Sheng.

She took two steps forward, her long straight black hair swaying, and her big, black and beautiful eyes embedded in her beautiful face shone with dazzling light.

She stood delicately two steps away from Darcy, stood there shyly, and said delicately.

"I'm here to pick you up, Wu Sheng."

Darcy stepped forward, raised his hand and tightly held the girl's white and smooth little hands that were tangled together because of anxiety.

46Wedding ING

The altar of Westminster Abbey.

Darcy stood straight beside Elizabeth in a light gray dress. The neat cut, fashionable but dignified version just happened to be in harmony with Elizabeth's wedding dress as a whole.It can be seen that it is well-intentioned.

Darcy held Elizabeth's little hand in his big hand, interlocking his fingers.Although the two didn't look at each other, they sensed each other's breath tacitly, and there was similar emotion in their hearts.

The priest stood in front of the two, representing God's grace to allow the two to be together and to bestow the most heartfelt blessings.Elizabeth's face was drunk, and her mind was blank at this moment.

I only remember the 'I do', I only remember the wedding ring representing the oath, I only remember the archbishop's tolerant and loving command——

"Groom, you can kiss your bride now."

The archbishop slowly closed the Bible in his hand, with kind eyes and kind face.He spread his arms slightly, with palms facing upwards, showing the Lord's tolerance to the world with an absolutely tolerant posture.

This clergyman has the absolute prestige of representing the oracle. Although Elizabeth did not understand the actual power of the church at this time, she also vaguely noticed why Darcy chose to witness their marriage here.

Elizabeth and Darcy looked at each other sideways, and only the beautiful and bright eyes on Qingsha's side that were familiar with the soul were left in her eyes.

Darcy often says that her eyes are beautiful, but Elizabeth thinks that Darcy's eyes are really attractive.Maybe this is the so-called beauty is in the eye of the beholder?

Amused by her own thoughts, Elizabeth's smile jumped out of unbelievable indulgence, but it was more lively than before.she grunts

Lu's eyeballs kept flickering, and it was obvious at a glance that he was thinking about something.

How could Darcy, who was always gazing at Elizabeth's cheek, miss it?He lowered his eyes and carefully traced Elizabeth's hazy eyebrows and eyes under the light veil.

She is finally his wife.

He was not in a hurry to kiss her, but raised his hand through the light veil, stroking Elizabeth's forehead and then her cheek.Such a smart girl is already his own.

This sense of accomplishment is what Darcy is willing to spend his whole life working hard on.Holding the edge of his wife's veil with both hands, slowly lifted this layer of "obstacles" that seemed to be non-existent, and then - the last layer of barriers between the two was completely removed.

The moment when I raised my eyes, it was engraved with eternity.The line of sight is entangled, and the disturbance is lingering.Then there is nothing else in the world, only the pair of penetrating eyes that reflect his figure on the opposite side.

Darcy's smile is extraordinarily gentle, which doesn't seem to be in line with his usual cold and arrogant image.Elizabeth teased the man who had been promoted to her husband with a voice that only the two of them could hear clearly.

"Darcy, you are not calm."

Even though she had aphasia for a long time due to nervousness, Elizabeth still did not forget her natural escape after recovering.

Darcy sighed helplessly, this ghost.He can already foresee the lively scenes in the future married life.

"My girl, you are so naughty."

The words were obviously resentful, but in a gentle and indulgent tone, the smiling Darcy raised the corners of his lips and his whole aura became elegant and unruly. His lips pressed against Elizabeth's and sucked gently.

It seemed that there was a delicacy he had been longing for for a long time.Elizabeth's face turned red when she was stimulated by her own thoughts. She is still a very innocent girl.

Fascinated by the tenderness brought to her by her husband, Elizabeth was frightened the moment she was suddenly picked up. She screamed uncontrollably. Although her voice was not loud, her pretty face was still flushed.

It was the first time to try the princess hug position, and the man holding her was her husband. Although she was shocked at first, after she really recovered, she was still teased by the girlish feelings that had been lurking in her heart.

She clung to her husband's shoulders, blushing and smiling very sweetly.

The long skirt didn't affect Darcy's striding forward at all. Elizabeth quietly nestled in the man's arms, and the originally turbulent emotions in her heart gradually calmed down.

In the days to come, her life will be dominated by him, and her life will be completely bound to his.I thought it would feel like being bound.But what she didn't expect was that she would willingly sink into such a besieged city.

The newly decorated carriage was parked steadily on the square outside the church.With elegant steps, Darcy hugged Elizabeth firmly and strode towards the carriage.

The wedding room is still temporarily placed in London. Darcy's original plan was to stay here for a few days before leaving for Pemberley.After all, that was Darcy's home.

Elizabeth has no objection to this, not that she has finally become virtuous and obedient, but that she really has nothing to question in this regard.

She actually wanted to find some small 'trouble' for her husband, but helplessly, with such a shrewd husband, it was impossible for any idea to be implemented.

Although he has lived in this mansion belonging to Darcy for a while, the meaning of being brought back by the carriage this time is different from the previous one.

As Mrs. Darcy, Elizabeth officially entered Darcy's life as the hostess.

Jumping off the carriage, Darcy stretched out her hand to Elizabeth, and the girl suddenly became arrogant. With her chin raised, she held her husband's hand and moved down the carriage quite aristocratically.

Then, without waiting for Darcy to say anything, he laughed.She held Darcy's arm, blinked her eyes and said coquettishly on purpose.

"Dear Mr. Darcy~"

"What is it, Mrs. Darcy?