Emma and George had planned to go directly to Earl Taylor in Linshire, and if they were lucky, Mr. Brown might not have left, and if unfortunately he had already left, they would search for him. Neither of them expected Mr. Brown to come to the door first.

The two glanced at each other, and both saw a little surprise in each other's eyes. But if you think about it, this is normal, with Mr. Brown's current status and strength, if he doesn't know anything about the Duke's secret plans, he shouldn't be. After he understood the current situation, it was the best choice to come to the two to cooperate.

It wasn't raining much outside, and Mr. Brown was still dripping from the brim of his hat when he walked in, so it was obvious that he was in a hurry for a while.

As soon as the two sides met, when they didn't speak, they knew from their expressions that the other party had understood the general situation.

Mr. Brown was slightly surprised. He knew that George was not as incompetent as he appeared on the surface, but after finding out the mastermind behind it so quickly, George's power was even greater than he thought. He quickly mentally adjusted his assessment of George and the strategy of the conversation.

Actually, it was Emma's handiwork, but neither Emma nor George would tell the secret.

Now that both sides knew it, Mr. Brown felt that he could discuss the cooperation directly. He glanced at Emma, and it was a signal. The gentlemen are going to get down to business, so please leave.

Emma turned away without knowing anything, and she glanced at George. Emma had a good impression of Mr. Brown, but it was clear that Mr. Brown was not here to help but to negotiate a deal, and she was not comfortable with George negotiating alone. George shook his sister's hand, which signified his agreement for Emma to stay. He didn't want Emma to be his helper, but there was one thing he thought Emma had the right to know. "What really happened back then?"

Mr. Brown was also prepared before he came, and many things could not be explained clearly without explanation. Because of the breadth of the matter, the reason he didn't tell George in the first place was that he couldn't fully trust George, and it would be foolish to tell the would-be enemy about it. But now that the two sides have become a community of interests under the facilitation of the Duke, it doesn't matter if they say it. "Since you have to know. Mr. Brown's eyes were slightly empty, as if he was turning over the picture in his memory. "Back then, I was working under a certain Whig master, and because of the defeat in the faction's internal struggle, my army was sent to the vanguard on the battlefield, and nearly a third of the officers had been consumed, and I was sent to attack a city. The general plan is to use us as bait, attract reinforcements, and surround the point to send reinforcements. We got the word that they planned to surround us with reinforcements under the pretext that they had been ambushed on the road, a little later than planned, and demanded that we join forces inside and out. But when we are surrounded by reinforcements, the situation must be extremely unfavorable. Internal and external flanking attacks can lead to heavy losses. ”

Emma blinked, this was a knife killing, and it was easy to weaken Mr. Brown's faction while taking advantage of the military merits.

Mr. Brown continued: "The immediate order we got was to preserve our strength. But our superiors kept urging us to withdraw from the ambush detachment, merge all of them into the siege force, and do our best to attack the city. I was ordered to secretly lobby a few neutrals in order to stall for time. I was originally with my eldest brother. He paused for a moment and corrected the title: "There are rumors of your father's collusion, and in order to verify loyalty, your father has been assigned by the Duke to carry out this task and detain me. He told me that the Duke had told him to find a way to dispose of me, and that he would not do anything to me, but that he would not let me go under surveillance. I didn't set out alone, I had a group of people. At this, Mr. Brown's expression became more solemn. "They mistakenly think that your father is going to work against me, after all, we have always shown discord in front of outsiders, and all cooperation is secretly negotiated. They kidnapped ......" Mr. Brown glanced at Emma guiltily, vague. "There were hostages on both sides, and in the midst of a stalemate, suddenly word broke that I had been killed. They were out of control for a while, the scene was very chaotic, I don't know who fired the shot, and after calming down, I found out that ......"

Mrs. Kentra was found dead. Emma was shocked, and a tsunami of headaches struck, and some images loomed in front of her eyes, matching every word Mr. Brown said. While Mr. Brown's attention was on George, Emma nodded slightly.

George understood what Emma meant. He felt a little sympathy for Mr. Brown. Loyal subordinates mistakenly killed his eldest brother's wife for him, and he was ashamed of either side of the way. And the soft feelings did not make him ignore the point of this matter. "Who's the news from nowhere?"

"No evidence was found, but some signs point to your esteemed Duke. "Mr. Brown spoke of the Duke without the slightest hint of respect. "We've been looking into this for a long time, but the whole thing is too clean. ”

George's face froze, he didn't trust Mr. Brown very much, perhaps Mr. Brown had put the blame on the Duke in order to make the alliance stronger. But the duke did have a motive to do so.

Mr. Brown could sense George's hesitation. "Your father thinks so too, and I will prove later that he does have that judgment. With that, he returned to his original narrative. "Because the scene was too chaotic, I didn't know who fired the shot, and no one admitted it afterwards, and the murderer couldn't be found. I want to leave the kidnappers in the hands of your father. He didn't embarrass me and refused. Just make me swear that I will never be involved in their grievances. Therefore, I knew what your father was doing at that time, and I did not give warning. That is, he watched the hand that followed him step by step towards death. It was the first time in all these years that Mr. Brown had spoken out about it, and he had been tormented by his conscience all these years, and he was in a dilemma, and it was better to say it. "Revenge also includes revenge on their families, because your mother lost her life innocently, so I have no reason to stop it, but when it came to the families of those who were not involved in the original incident, I stepped in to stop it. ”

Emma suddenly wondered if this uncle refused to act in the desperate situation faced by the Kentra family when she crossed over. If he wants to be fair and treat everyone equally, he can't interfere with these people's revenge on the Kentra family. On the one hand, he is a loyal subordinate, and on the other hand, he is a brother who is indebted, and he must have suffered a lot of inner torture.

George thought of this as well. He was still a little resentful, thinking that this uncle was too ruthless when the family was facing a crisis, and today he found out the reason. He softened his tone a little and didn't dwell on the issue. "So, let me start with what I know. ”

By the time Mr. Brown left, it was already dark. The two sides made a plan to cooperate, and Emma's heart was a little more settled. She sat alone in front of the window, outside which was a deep night, and the rain was continuous, and the water droplets were falling to the ground. A hint of chill seeped in.

Emma clenched the warm cup of tea in her hand, and suddenly missed Mr. Darcy a little. Maybe it's because those □□ get along with each other and don't have time to think about it when they are busy and anxious about this matter, and now they feel a little unaccustomed to being separated. At that time, he left in a hurry, the future was uncertain, and he did not say goodbye well. Counting the time, Mr. Darcy should probably be in Derbyshire. So what is Mr. Darcy doing on such a rainy night? He has always disliked excessive noise, and is probably reading alone.

Emma was not wrong in her judgment, and normally Mr. Darcy would sit alone by the window on a rainy night and read, and he liked to be quiet in the sound of the rain, and he had done so for the past twenty years. But that's not the case right now.

Mr. Darcy was thinking about Emma. He held the spine of the book in one hand, and his eyes did not fall on the book, but at the night rain outside. At the speed of George's arrival, they should have been back in Yorkshire. I don't know if things are going well. Perhaps, Emma is now anxiously thinking about what to do.

Emma was so absorbed that when her thoughts finally returned, she wanted to take a sip of the tea, only to find that the tea had cooled down. Emma laughed dumbly, she had always been resolute, and since she wanted to know about Mr. Darcy, she contacted him. It stands to reason that Mr. Darcy should have been told that he was safe. However, at this time, it is very inappropriate for a man and a woman who do not have a marriage contract to communicate privately. Emma was not prepared to write to Mr. Darcy herself. She didn't want Georgiana to know about this for the time being, so she hit George with the idea.

George was sitting on the couch drowsy, and little by little, he suddenly woke up when he heard Emma tell him what he was doing. Emma was right, Mr. Darcy was also involved, and now the matter was tentatively reported to him, and it was reasonable to say that he was at peace. But he always felt that something was wrong. I couldn't help but peek at Emma with a suspicious gaze.

Emma generously let him look at it.

Maybe maybe he was really thinking too much? George muttered in his heart, tentatively asking, "Is it enough to just report safety?"

Emma looked at him with a smirk. "I would also like to thank Mr. Darcy. By the way, I've been in the care of Mr. and Mrs. Thomas all this time, and I want to send them something. She wasn't going to tell George about it. After all, the crisis has not yet passed, and if Mr. Darcy is confessed to him at this time, telling George that if the crisis is greater than imagined and he needs to avoid other countries, how will this matter end?

George couldn't figure out Emma's attitude, but he knew that Emma didn't want to say it. And if Emma doesn't want to say it, he can't get half a word out of it. George had no choice but to sit down at the table with a hundred and twenty curiosity. It just so happened that he and Mr. Darcy had some things to do with it, which could be sent along with this letter. He pulled out a piece of letter paper and lit the candle a bit.

Dozens of miles away in Derbyshire, Mr. Darcy also pulled out a piece of stationery. Brighten up the candlelight a bit. He wasn't going to send them out, but he really wanted to write them to Emma, so he wrote them for the time being. In the future, it may be given to Emma in person.

Mr. Darcy wrote: "Dear Emma. After a pause, he crossed off the dear. The term may be too frivolous. Mr. Darcy pulled out a new piece of paper. Dear Emma. No, Mr. Darcy mentally denied the title of Emma, and it was disrespectful to use it without Emma's permission. Although he already naturally calls Emma Emma in his heart.

Mr. Darcy spread out another piece of paper. Dear Miss Kentra, No, it's too blunt and distant. Mr. Darcy chagrined to deny the beginning. It looks as rigid and emotionless as the beginning of an official document.

After a long hesitation, Mr. Darcy had a dozen pieces of stationery in his hand, and at last, Mr. Darcy wrote: "Dear Miss Kentra." Mr. Thomas had solemnly admonished him that no young lady would like a gentleman who was uninteresting in his pursuits. Appropriate boldness is conducive to bringing feelings closer.

The candles in the Yorkshire drawing room and the Derbyshire living room were lit for a long time until late at night. 166 Reading Network