Mr. Darcy felt vaguely that he had forgotten something, and it was not until Miss Kentera jumped on his horse with great agility that he suddenly realized that he had overlooked something. This audacious young lady actually straddles the horse like a man!

Behind him were the servants of Bloombury Manor, and Mr. Darcy could not speak, but tried to remind Miss Kentray with a stern reprimanding glance of what an unseemly thing she had done.

"Sir. Miss Kentra had been speaking in a hoarse voice that was different from her usual voice, and "when you have found a suitable saddle for me to sit on my side, little Mr. Kentra may be dead." ”

Miss Kentra was so shy and introverted in the past, and today she behaved so disrespectfully, all for the sake of her brother, whose life and death were uncertain. Mr. Darcy was grateful for Miss Kentera's affection for her brother, and although he did not agree, he also expressed his understanding.

Actually, Mr. Darcy thinks too much. As a newcomer today, Miss Kentra has no brotherly or sister affection for little Mr. Kentera. Although in the memory of the original owner, Mr. Kentera Jr. was kind to her. Such efforts are basically to preserve their innocence and their lives.

The rain has stopped. Countless white stars converge into a galaxy across the night sky. The damp earth has a slight fragrance. Occasionally, a house finch that was woken up in the forest opened one eye, and before it could be seen which creature was disturbing the dream, the sound of the horse's hooves had disappeared.

Soon, a group of more than a dozen people came to the door of Swo Manor. A manservant tried to call the janitor, but Miss Kentra stopped him and leaned over to Mr. Darcy's side and whispered, "The janitor was bribed by Clark to try to catch me as I escaped, and was accidentally kicked unconscious by my horse." With that, she glanced at Mr. Darcy with some weakness. At this time, it must be his people who can be sent by Clark to guard the door, in fact, she deliberately made a sound to lure the janitor out. Then she lifted the reins, and the horse's front hooves lifted, just enough to kick the poor janitor to the ground. At this time, he hadn't fainted, but he couldn't move for the time being. She took the stick that had come out of the kitchen and struck the janitor's head again. Then he was tied up and stuffed in his mouth.

Mr. Darcy's expression did not change, but there was a little pity in his eyes. He could not have imagined that there was such a brave young lady in the world, and he thought that poor Miss Kentra had almost been injured by the rude janitor and had escaped by luck, but was frightened.

Miss Kentra breathed a sigh of relief, and secretly prayed that Mr. Darcy would be so calm when he saw the janitor's misery. "We can just go in. I'll go back to my room quietly. Please go straight along the main road, I suspect that my brother is in the middle or left of the building, and the hounds will need to help him find him. ”

Mr. Darcy took note of it, and motioned for Miss Kentra to go first. The valet came and quietly pushed the door open, and Miss Kentra pulled down her hood, lifted her skirt, and ran lightly down a path, her slender figure disappearing into the night.

How Mr. Darcy negotiated with Clark will not be mentioned for the time being. Miss Kentra hurried back to the room, vigilantly pushed the door open a crack, and was relieved to see that the bound maids, Lena and Mrs. Richard, had not yet awakened. As soon as her spirit relaxed, Miss Kentra immediately felt dizzy, and could not help but cover her mouth and retched twice, and collapsed limply on the bed.

A feeling of weakness and dizziness makes Miss Kentra unable to distinguish between hallucinations and reality. I suddenly felt that I was still in the 21st century, and I drove to work in an OL suit.

The scene of the twenty-first century street gradually distorts, and a girl dressed as an eighteenth-century maid walks up: "Miss, are you okay?"

In the next moment, she had already sensed the danger from the memory of the original owner, and at this time, a handsome man with brown hair walked in, bowed slightly, and looked at him tenderly with blue eyes: "My little pity, I will definitely seek justice for my uncle." I will take good care of you in place of my uncle, you are my unique treasure. With a gentle but undeniable movement, he took her into his arms and reached for the strap of his petticoat. "My dear, I will hold you in the palm of my hand for the rest of my life. Lena, the maid on the side, screamed jealously: "Mr. Clark, Miss can't do it these days. ”。

As Clark's figure faded away, Lena put on a gentle and gentle countenance, brought her a glass of wine, and urged her to drink a little and get some sleep. She glanced at Mrs. Richard, who was staring at her, and looked up. Although I sucked most of the wine with the handkerchief in my sleeve, I drank some of it. After a while, she began to feel dizzy. In order to collect enough hypnotic liquor, she pretended not to have a big reaction and asked for two more glasses. After three glasses she asked Lena and Mrs. Charles to drink with her, and found an opportunity to twist the wine from the veil into their glasses.

Lena and Mrs. Charlie fell to the ground and disappeared, and the janitor sprang up to her, looking at her suspiciously, as if ready to pounce on her. "Take your hood off. Then he snapped and fell under the horse's hooves.

"Ugh. Miss Kentra retched twice more as she lay on the head of the bed, and vomited only some water. Except for the cooking wine that she couldn't avoid, she hadn't dared to eat since yesterday afternoon.

"Miss, miss?" there was a maid knocking on the door outside.

"Honey, why did you run away?" said Clarke's apparition as he looked at her tenderly and affectionately. Miss Kentra trembled and bit her arm. She didn't have much strength, but she bit hard, and the blood gradually spilled out, staining her pale lips red.

The maid was very anxious, and knocked twice, and suddenly the door opened. Miss Kentra was pale and fully dressed. "Lisa, what made you lose your basic etiquette?"

"Miss, Mr. Darcy from Derbyshire just brought someone in directly, saying that a maid had asked him for help to prove the young master's innocence. ”

"Oh?" Miss Kentler raised her eyebrows, revealing a standard aristocratic smirk. "Beloved, that valiant maid is you. ”

"W-what?" Miss Kentler looked like a beautiful ghost without blood in the dim candlelight. Lisa couldn't help but shudder.