Crossing into Elizabeth Bennet

Yes, I think it will. "

Darcy leaned slightly to salute, then turned and left.

After Darcy left, Charlotte stood beside Lizzy:

"What does Mr. Darcy mean? Did he invite you to dance?"

"I think that must be asked of Mr. Darcy himself."

Lizzy didn't want to talk much.

Charlotte did not intend to give up, she was about to speak again, but the music of the first dance had already sounded.

Lizzy bowed her knees and said goodbye.

Everyone was surprised to see Darcy standing on the dance floor, and standing opposite him was Elizabeth, the second lady of the Bennet House.

"You look very happy. I think Colonel Forster's joke must have made you very happy."

Darcy held Lizzy's hand and walked the dance steps, his eyes chasing his partner all the time.

"Oh, we were just trying to get him to give a ball at Meryton."

"It's really very exciting. Of course, this is what the ladies are passionate about."

"You underestimate the lady!"

Lizzy was not very satisfied with his answer.

"Dear Elisa, please believe that I never mean to underestimate the lady. I have a thoughtful and profound female scholar by my side. At least I dare not underestimate her."

"I'm curious, who can win such high praise from Darcy."

Lizzy was a little pantothenic, why didn't she know there was such a person?

"It's you, Elisa. I really dare not underestimate you."

"Mr. Darcy,"

Lizzy pouted dissatisfiedly,

"Are you mocking me?"

"God, how could I be ironic about you, I'm definitely sincerely praising you."

"I just read a few miscellaneous books. How can I be called a female scholar? Mr. Darcy is too flattering on me."

Darcy smiled and didn't answer, just admiring Lizzy's flushed cheeks when she was sulking with satisfaction.

Lizzy adjusted her mood a few times, and awkwardly brought up a seemingly irrelevant topic.

"I thought you didn't like dancing, Mr. Darcy, though it is indeed one of the more popular entertainments of the day."

"That's right, it's not just popular in the upper class. What savage can't dance?"

"That's a bit harsh of yours. Even if you dance very well."

"It's my honor to be praised by you. I really don't like it, and I never force myself."

"Then I sincerely hope that you will not be in trouble by dancing with me."

Lizzy was a little angry, even though she knew he had no other intentions and he was telling the truth, she was still angry at his incomprehension.

"Of course not, Eliza, I'd love to."

Cooperating with his words with inexplicable emotions, he suddenly clenched his hand.

The sudden increase in strength caught Lizzy off guard. She stared blankly at her right hand which was completely wrapped in his palm, allowing him to spin and slide her.

It was also at this time that Lizzy strongly felt the difference in strength between men and women, and she passively matched Darcy's dance steps.

The rapid heartbeat can only be relieved when switching places with the girl next to him during the rotation.

However, even if she left Darcy's control, she could still feel the burning force on her fingers, and then she had to face Darcy again.

As soon as the music ended, Darcy looked at Lizzy's back with a smile.It was identified that the direction she was running was the balcony behind the heavy curtains.

Darcy is satisfied, so that he doesn't have to figure out how to coax Lizzy, who left in a fit of anger, to agree to his invitation to dance again.Since she didn't want to step on the dance floor again, he was more than happy to spend the remaining time on the balcony with this girl who made his heart beat.

In a very good mood, she turned around and walked to the dining table, picked up a glass of wine, and started to follow Lizzy.

But he was stopped by Miss Bingley who happened to pass by.

"I can guess what you're thinking."

Miss Bingley raised her head confidently and smiled triumphantly.

"I'm sorry you can't guess!"

Darcy took a sip of the red wine and had to stop for a while. He didn't want to ruin Eliza's good name.

"You must be thinking to yourself: What a dull ball, and the company of these vulgar, rowdy people is unbearable! I have to say, I feel with you, and I really want to hear our sharp-tongued Mr. Darcy. How to evaluate and blame them."

Miss Bingley didn't care about Darcy's rebuttal, she thought it was the usual attitude of proud people, so she just expressed her inner thoughts on her own.

"So, you're completely wrong. I think it's wonderful. Honestly, I'm just thinking about how much I can be surprised by a smart and pretty girl!"

Miss Bingley was stunned, and then fixedly fixed Darcy's eyes.

"I'm curious, which lady can win such high praise from you!"

"........."

Darcy didn't answer, but just took another sip of the red wine, thinking about how to get rid of this pestering lady.

"Oh, Mr. Darcy, please do tell me. I don't give up easily, you know."

Really impatient with Miss Bingley's entanglement, Darcy finally mustered up great courage to admit:

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet."

"Miss Elizabeth Bennet?"

Miss Bingley repeated in a low voice, in astonishment, the answer Darcy had announced.

"I'm really surprised. How long have you been looking at her?—or when will I get your invitation?"

"I expect you to make such wild remarks, Miss Bingley,"

Darcy shook the wine glass calmly and gracefully,

"I have to say that women's imagination is really amazing. Your brain has never had boundaries. In your eyes, time and space can be crossed at any time."

"Because I know you, Mr. Darcy, if it's what you believe, then there is nothing wrong with it 100%. But, I have to say, you will get a very interesting mother-in-law."

There was malice and schadenfreude in Miss Bingley's face.

When she found that no matter what she said, Darcy's face was as calm as ever.She thought that the second lady of the Bennet family was not enough to pose a threat.

Because of her mother and her sister, of course her father also contributed a lot.The bad mood because of witnessing Darcy and that Elizabeth's first dance changed wonderfully.

Her sharp mouth became sharper and meaner, and she kept counting Elizabeth's terrible family members and relatives one by one.

Lizzy leaned against the balcony's sculptural marble railing.

Fleeing here from the dance floor, I calm down, but I still have some expectations in my heart.

Thinking about whether Darcy would come to find him, or avoid the annoying dance noise like himself.

However, as time passed, her heart also changed from eager to cold.

Because Darcy didn't come.

Yes, how could she forget that she is not a special existence.

Darcy had not only invited her to dance, but also Miss Bingley and Mrs Hurst.

As for Miss Bingley, Lizzy knew that she was in love with Darcy.

She is no longer the Elizabeth in the original book, she does not have the so-called aura of the protagonist, nor does she have cheating fingers.

She even has family and relatives that Darcy looks down upon.

Even Elizabeth, whom Darcy admired in the original book, inevitably received Darcy's censure for this.What's more, it's me who doesn't have a special halo?

Besides, Miss Bingley, she has all the advantages she has not.

Her brother, Mr. Bingley, is Darcy's approved friend.Her family was well-mannered, and she also had a considerable legacy and a good name.

There are many things that she can't compare to.How can she compare with her?

From the very beginning, she didn't have any qualifications to fight Miss Bingley.

Tears dripped down her eyelashes, and Lizzy wanted to disappear from here so much that she hid in her bedroom and cried.

She is not reconciled, if it is in the 21st century, she can confidently pursue the person she likes, but here is an era that is bound by the reputation of morality and etiquette.A well-matched family is the only criterion for evaluating a good marriage.

She shouldn't let her feelings go and fall in love with Darcy without any scruples.But is this something she can control?

In other words, if Darcy hadn't provoked her from the beginning, and just let her watch from a distance, then she wouldn't have been in such heart-wrenching pain.

I have never felt that the time spent alone on the balcony is so difficult.Lizzy tidied up her chaotic emotions, trying her best not to be seen as strange.

With her head down, she got out of the curtain, walked quickly to the gate and waited.

Because of Jane and Mr. Bingley's reluctance, Lizzy had to wait by the gate with Mrs. Bennet, who looked relieved, and Mr. Bennet, who looked impatient.

She didn't look at anyone, just focused on her carriage.

When they stopped at the bottom of the steps, Lizzy no longer cared about the noise around her, and her quick steps could almost be regarded as running down the steps.

Lizzy's chest was full of grievances, and tears rolled in her eyes.

The carriage was close in front of her eyes, and she stretched out her hand to open the door.

At this time, a big warm hand stretched out from the side and held her fingertips.

Lizzy was startled, she turned her head hastily, and suppressed the scream that came to her lips when she saw Darcy.

"Eliza, what's wrong with you?"

Darcy frowned slightly, looking at Lizzy worriedly.

"I am very well, Mr. Darcy."

Lizzy stopped looking at Darcy's face at first, she stretched out her hand and opened the car door stubbornly.

Pull out the fingertips that were tightly held by Darcy.

Relying on his own strength, he boarded the carriage alone.

"I do not