[Pride and Prejudice] My husband loves me again

Elizabeth stood on the spot, feeling a numbness spreading from her legs and climbing up her tailbone, her limbs seemed to be washed away by heavy rain.As a married woman, she would have liked to do something to respond to Mr. Darcy's compliments, but this road only led to the conservatory, and Elizabeth forced herself to give up the idea immediately.

This wasn't Pemberley, they couldn't do what they wanted, and even in Pemberley she couldn't do anything to the "unmarried" Mr. Darcy.

Elizabeth couldn't help feeling amused, and suddenly envied that girls 200 years later could do whatever they wanted.

"Since Mr. Darcy is so kind to you, I think for the time being that my legs are really beautiful, so I shouldn't be wearing a skirt to cover them up." Elizabeth seized the loophole in Darcy's words and insisted not to give up her position: "I You won't be burdened with this burden just because you praise me!"

Darcy did not find Elizabeth offensive, but he was happy to discuss these issues with her, and the two of them always had endless interesting things to say, which was enough to dispel some regrets, such as the regret that they could not get close in public, but compared with For these, Darcy would rather maintain the gentleman's etiquette, and get closer to Elizabeth's heart through conversation.

"If you're really curious about how it feels to wear trousers, you can...Miss Elizabeth, I mean you can try it on the sly," Darcy said cleverly. You can't meet anyone, so it's hard for anyone to find out what you did."

"You seem to be very experienced, Mr. Darcy, so how many bad things have you done secretly?" Elizabeth teased him.

How many bad things have you done?Darcy did not remember, he remembered that when he was a child he had picked little berries in the woods, and kept a heap under his pillow, to the wrath of Mrs. Reynolds, because the sap was so difficult to clean; He let go of his mother's nightingale in the cage; what else, he emptied old Mr. Darcy's wine collection in order to catch duckweed on the pond.

Later, he had to take care of the entire family's livelihood, and his gentlemanly style and growing age prevented him from doing these things again.

But he was happy to share these joys with Elizabeth.

"It's up to you to find out, Miss Elizabeth," said Darcy, whose face softened because of the memories of the past. "I'm sure you'll be interested."

Don't set a flag, Mr. Darcy.

Because once Elizabeth married into Pemberley, Mrs. Reynolds, the housekeeper, would gossip with Elizabeth about everything. For a period of time, Darcy couldn’t adapt to the occasion where Elizabeth and Mrs. Reynolds appeared together because of the funny things he did when he was young. .

When Elizabeth thought of this, her dark and beautiful eyes were full of light.

Darcy was intoxicated by that look. Here, the birds were singing and the flowers were fragrant, the path was deep and deep, and the greenhouse was not far in front of him. He couldn't hold back the urge to touch him, so he quickly took a few steps, and faced each other at an inconspicuous step. Elizabeth stretched out her hand: "Please be careful where you step."

Elizabeth obediently handed him her hand, although she didn't think the steps would cause any trouble.

"This back garden is relatively small." Darcy pointed to the greenhouse not far away: "It's best not to use walking in Pemberley. Miss Elizabeth, you may consider letting me teach you how to ride a horse."

"So the question is back to the skirt again, Mr. Darcy," Elizabeth tried not to look down at the tightly held hands of the two of them. Yes, Darcy didn't let her go after climbing the steps. He was obviously very nervous , the palms of his hands are slightly sweating, which is completely different from the contact when he was dancing with gloves on. When he will no longer be nervous in the future, Mr. Darcy’s palms will be warm and dry: "If you wear a skirt, you must ride on the side saddle. Convenient, but also dangerous."

Darcy also agrees on this point, the side saddle is actually more dangerous than the cross saddle used by men, and the reason why this thing appears is too funny, in fact, it is covered by a skirt, and the lady's legs can't be seen under the skirt, there is nothing there It is not an indecent issue, but the social concept is such a convention.He could not deny the truth of Elizabeth's words, because he himself did not allow Georgiana to take the risk of riding.

But as a fiancée, he had better not openly discuss with Elizabeth whether to cross his legs.

"If you remember the first time we met alone, Miss Elizabeth," Darcy reminded her of that time when she got stuck in the mud, "then you'd better learn to ride a horse. I can't promise to show up so timely next time."

Elizabeth replied cheerfully: "But you showed up, Mr. Darcy, always in time," and she hinted at his prom shoes: "Well, I can learn to ride a horse with you."

She agreed so easily, but Darcy thought of some inappropriate things. With Elizabeth's boldness and vivacity, she might really be able to ride a horse in a saddle with her trousers on when no one was around.Trousers are so tight these days that they often embarrass gentlemen, forcing them to show off their thick, muscular legs like peacocks.

In fact, Darcy felt that unmarried ladies did not really understand the advantages of strong and powerful legs.

But if Miss Elizabeth was wearing trousers, what kind of wonderful scene would that be?She loved to walk, her legs were straight and slender, and the burgundy velvet jogging material would stretch on her legs. Darcy believed that the curves must be more graceful than the necks of swans raised in the pond of Pemberley Manor.Not only that, the pants will also expose the entire buttocks...

He quietly lowered his eyes, and found that the skirt was indeed completely invisible.

Elizabeth noticed that Darcy's eyes looked strangely.

She knew him, knew that he was seriously thinking about how women would look in pants, so seriously that it was ridiculous, and the model in his imagination must be himself.Elizabeth would know, of course, because riding in trousers was an unspoken game between her and Mr. Darcy during the five years that were secret only to herself.

After all, Mr. Darcy had to do it himself in order for the tailor to keep the secret.

As expected, their topics ran in strange directions without hesitation, which was allowing Darcy to challenge his self-control.

He dragged Elizabeth to get under the lush flower trellis.

"Wait, wait," Elizabeth called to him, "the vines are messing with my hair."

Go back to the guests with disheveled hair, and Elizabeth's reputation will be ruined. Who would believe that she just got into a flower stand.

It was only then that Darcy realized that he had not thought about it, muttered something in a low voice, turned around carefully, and pushed aside the tiny leaves and flower buds for Elizabeth. The skin on her cheeks was more delicate than the flower buds. Once in contact, the breath of the two was close enough to blow on each other's faces, and Darcy couldn't help but put his lips on the bud on Elizabeth's cheek.

Even though there was still something there, Elizabeth felt that the flower bud didn't exist at all, because Darcy's kiss on the cheek was as soft and intoxicating as the petals.

His lips moved down cautiously again, lest he disturb Elizabeth.

It's a pity that Elizabeth had to stop him, because messy hair and rouge would directly ruin the reputation of both of them: "You stepped on my skirt, Mr. Darcy..."

Darcy tilted his head and leaned on Elizabeth's shoulder.

"Damn dress..." he cursed.

"Oh, you said something very ungentlemanly." Elizabeth pretended to be surprised: "I can pretend that I didn't hear it, but can I not ride a side saddle in the future?"

"Okay," Darcy backed away with a sullen face, of course he wasn't really angry, he just wanted to calm himself down: "Whatever you want, I will do it for you, Miss Elizabeth, but you have to keep it safe for me." Secret, about that 'damn dress'."

Elizabeth smiled and got out of the flower stand: "Naturally, I want to keep a secret for you, Mr. Darcy, I'm glad you finally hate skirts."

They walked back on the same road, away from the fragrant flower stands and the deep and ambiguous environment, Darcy was polite again, and for the sake of each other's reputation, Elizabeth knew it was right, but she believed that Darcy was the same as her, in her heart My regret is not just one or two points.

But after seeing the person coming, this charming feeling soon dissipated.

The guests all set off to participate in the evening celebration at Doctor Brown's mansion not far away. There were only two or three groups of people chatting and chatting on the lawn in front of the church. Elizabeth saw Anne who looked like a female fighter at a glance. It wasn't that Colonel Fitzwilliam was handling Madame Grenouille with ease, and Elizabeth had no doubt that she was about to jump on and fight.

As a new friend, Miss Maria was in a difficult situation.

She didn't know whether to help her mother or Annie, she stood there with a bewildered expression.

"Mr. Darcy, Miss Elizabeth, you are finally back." Mrs. Grenoye saw them at a glance. As long as Darcy was around, she could always see him at a glance. He was the meaning of all her troubles.Mrs. Grenoye herself knew that this might be a ridiculous obsession, but it was because she already had everything that she couldn't tolerate this only regret. After gaining supreme power, doing whatever she wanted was the only way to express power.

This is the same as winning the lottery and suddenly getting rich overnight without knowing how to spend the money.

Naturally, Darcy would not let her pointed words ruin Elizabeth's reputation, he made a gesture and took out his pocket watch: "It's only been about ten minutes, Madame Grenoye, probably you have been flattered too much, and you don't know what it's like to wait. "

How could she not know, she had been waiting for more than 20 years.

But it's pointless to quarrel with Darcy, why should she have a conflict with the male god?Mrs. Grenouille cast her eyes on Elizabeth. She was naturally extremely harsh and contemptuous of the heroine. Even though she was a gentleman's daughter, she was a peasant with no money and knowledge. Such a wild girl was not worthy of Darcy's liking.

These are all gold fingers prescribed by Austin, and she refuses to accept it.

Mrs. Grenouille suddenly saw a wisteria petal between Elizabeth's loose hair at the sideburns. This is not enough to explain anything, but in her eyes, Elizabeth's crime of seducing Darcy has been confirmed.

Sure enough, she is a country girl, what kind of good daughter can a low-quality middle-aged woman like Mrs. Bennet teach, and she seduces men in the garden in broad daylight.

She obviously forgot that she was a mistress, but she was cursing the heroine as a "little slut" in her heart.