Dear Mr. Darcy [Pride and Prejudice]

Mr. Darcy has always been restrained and slow in emotion, but at this moment he was so blessed that he was keenly aware that Emma's attitude towards him seemed to be somewhat different from the past.Maybe it's the slightly dodging eyes, maybe the trembling eyelashes, maybe it's the speechless atmosphere at the moment.Although it sounds a bit strange to say this, Mr. Darcy has a feeling that Emma seems to have realized that they are different in gender since today, and treats him with a woman's attitude towards a man, instead of the previous frankness that made him feel uncomfortable. Heartbroken attitude.

The two were silent for a moment, only the wind blowing in their ears.

Emma recited in her heart several times □Empty Is Color is the fault of the moon, and looked up at Mr. Darcy again. Because of her psychological preparation, her heart did not have the reaction just now.This relieved her. "In short, we have already left the town. Since the servants are leaving from all directions, I'm afraid we won't be able to meet for a while."

Mr. Darcy knew this too, but he was not worried about the servant, and the question before him was where they would spend the night.It didn't matter to him, October was late autumn, and if Emma didn't want to have a fever, she might not be able to stay in the wild for one night.

When Mr. Darcy frowned and thought about this practical problem, Emma's thoughts drifted away.The parish police officers do not actually have much administrative power, they belong to the executors, and those attackers colluded with some people, but not all of them.In this era of England, it is not a trivial matter to be involved in a case of kidnapping the Earl's lady.If those people tricked the police officer with their rhetoric, the police officer would definitely take the initiative to confess them to get rid of the crime if something like this happened.That's the best way to go.If the police officer is willing to do these things, there must be a deeper connection with those people, not just money.This can be regarded as a clue she has.

After much deliberation, Mr. Darcy decided that it would be better to find a village or town for lodging. After running for so long, the surrounding area was surrounded by yellowing grass and some crops, and there was no shelter and windproof place.However, he didn't know where these people came from and how powerful they were. In order to prevent making wrong decisions, he needed to check with Emma what they knew. "Can you confirm the safety of the surrounding area? My teacher is in a small town about a hundred miles from here."

Emma didn't know where it was safe, but she knew a little. "If those people in the surrounding areas have the same control as in the town, they will definitely not wait until the town to do it, because that will completely expose the fact that they are in collusion with the police officers. It is best to do it in the middle of the two towns " She said, suddenly found a black shadow in front of her, and the outline seemed to be a low house. "Village!"

Mr. Darcy also saw the blackness, which, in his experience, was the village.However, out of prudence, he thought it would be better not to enter.Although Emma's speculation just now is very reasonable, after all, it is a speculation and not a fact, in case...

Emma thought the same way.At this juncture of life and death, missing a night of sleep would at most make you sleepy. This place is not far from the town, and if those people's eyeliner came back to the town to inform them after entering, they would be in danger.Sleepy or Dangerous?

The two chose to be sleepy at the same time, and it was useless to talk aloud. The other party had already expressed their attitude by not slowing down or making a request.

But fate always messes up plans, and this time was no exception.

The moon was over, and Emma suddenly felt that the speed of the horse slowed down.He was on par with Mr. Darcy, but now he has fallen behind.

Mr. Darcy, who had been keeping an eye on Emma, ​​reined in when she fell behind Mr. Darcy, and turned the horse. "What's going on?"

Emma also reined in the rein and jumped off the horse, looking carefully. "I don't know. He doesn't look very well. There's a little froth at the corners of his mouth." Emma is a good rider, but it's hard to get her to see a horse.

Mr. Darcy has a lot of knowledge about horses. Although he will not spend a lot of money to buy thoroughbred horses like George, he also has some superficial understanding of horses. After all, horses are very common in his life. If there is a problem, he can more or less hear some experience when the servant checks. "How long have they been without food and water?"

Emma said awkwardly: "I don't know." She never asked about such trivial matters.

Mr. Darcy examined the horses carefully. "This symptom is relatively common. The biggest possibility is insufficient water and overwork." Of course, there may be other problems, but with his limited knowledge, he can only make such a judgment.

This was not a big problem at first, but now that there is no water and no rest, it has become a big problem.Emma looked up at the distant village.Where are you going?

Mr. Darcy's concerns were exactly the same as hers. "Give up this horse, or go to the village ahead."

Emma disapproved of giving up the horse.First of all, it is inconvenient to escape.Secondly, the eating and drinking time of the two horses will not be much different. One horse can't hold it anymore, and the remaining horse is definitely not in good condition. If two people ride together, it is estimated that they will not be able to last for a long time.Once there is no horse on the way to escape, they are too passive. "Let's enter the village. But you can't enter like this, we have to make up a suitable identity and story, and it's best not to reveal your identity..."

How can I not reveal my identity?Master and servant?brother?brother and sister?It can't be a couple... Mr. Darcy coughed and pulled back his thoughts.But he soon discovered that he was too naive, because Emma called him: "Uncle."

Emma did it on purpose. Seeing Mr. Darcy's stunned expression due to excessive shock, Emma almost laughed out loud, turned her head to cover it up with a cough, turned her head again to hide her smile, and said seriously : "Whether it's a master or a servant or a friend, they can think of everything we can think of. It's better to say that I am your nephew." The most important reason is that it is not easy to arouse suspicion. Of course, she is also a little selfish.

Mr. Darcy was extremely distressed. He was indeed older than Emma, ​​but the difference between the two was less than ten years old. He wouldn't be in the generation of Emma's uncle, would he?It is true that some people said that he was more mature and stable than his peers when flattering him. Did it not only refer to his ability to handle affairs, but also his appearance?Mr. Darcy had an impulse he had never had before—to take a good look at himself in the mirror.

Mr. Darcy's unnaturalness was a bit obvious, and Emma hurriedly added to explain: "I only have the clothes of the noble young master that are specially made, and this servant's coat is found randomly, without shoulder pads or the like. The little boy is okay, and there is a certain gap between the figure and the adult man. If you restore women's clothing, I can't explain why I don't ride out with you late at night in a carriage. This is just a stopgap measure, and you look very young and handsome." Emma said the last sentence I was a little guilty when I spoke. Mr. Darcy is indeed very handsome, but he is not the type of boy. He is tall and calm and has a strong aura. He looks older than his actual age.

This is the first time that Emma has praised him so bluntly and warmly, but Mr. Darcy is not excited at all, and always feels that these words are said to comfort him_(:зゝ∠)_

No matter how bitter Mr. Darcy was in his heart, the two finally decided to be the same as uncle and nephew, because it was the best from an objective point of view.

Fortunately, Emma can't talk when she's wearing men's clothes, so she doesn't have to listen to her calling her uncle.After getting along with Emma for a long time, Mr. Darcy has learned to enjoy the bitterness.However, there are even more heartbreaking things waiting for him in the village.

the other side.

Mr. Brown was taller than George, and he gave George a condescending look, as if he were looking at an innocent child.

George was already dazzled by anger, and pointed at Mr. Brown with a gun: "Why did you kill my father! How did he treat you when you were an illegitimate child that everyone looked down on? Without your father's support, you can Became an officer? Later, the Duke forced him to kill you, but he didn't do it, and his mother was killed because of this. Don't you have any conscience and shame?"

Mr. Brown ignored the gun George pointed at him, and waved his hand to stop the servant who wanted to aim at George. "not me."

George's hand holding the gun has bulging veins: "Still quibbling!"

Emily is an outsider. She noticed something was wrong, and reminded George in a low voice: "It seems that it is really not him, and the pursuers behind did not make a move." If Mr. Brown is really the mastermind, why didn't he confront the pursuers behind him? Flank to kill George and his party?The chasing soldiers went out without making a move after entering the woods. This was not the reaction they should have when they saw the chief envoy. It seemed that they were a little afraid of Mr. Brown or respected Mr. Brown so that they would not hurt him by mistake.

Although Emily's voice was very low, the gunshots stopped, and the woods were silent at night. Mr. Brown still heard these words. He glanced at Emily, then at George, with complicated eyes. "I owe you nothing to your father. You, you and Miss Kentra, have nothing to do with me."

George is still full of doubts, but if Mr. Brown is the mastermind behind the scenes, there is no need to continue to pretend now, just kill them in front and back. "Father sacrificed mother for you, and you didn't even attend his funeral."

Mr. Brown didn't want to say any more, but George mentioned the woman who was unfortunately killed. He really felt guilty for Emma's mother. "Your father didn't sacrifice your mother for me. If you must find someone to settle the score, go to your respected Lord Duke." After finishing speaking, he wanted to turn his horse's head around.

George's hand had been lowered a little, but when he saw that he was about to leave, he raised it again. "It's not clear yet! How do you explain that these mad dogs don't come here when they see you?"

The moonlight was dim, and Mr. Brown's expression was not very clear. It seemed to be twisted in pain, and he seemed to remain expressionless all the time. "No comment." He hated George's words to describe those people very much, and he couldn't help it after a while. "Stop being a victim."

George's hand trembled. "What's the meaning?"

The author has something to say: I’m sorry, I took the overnight train yesterday, and today I’m too sleepy to write any more. I’ll make up for it tomorrow~