Emma stared at the overcast sky overhead. Her consciousness was awake, but she was hurting everywhere in her body, and she couldn't move for a while. "Georgiana, Georgian?" Georgiana remained motionless in her arms with her eyes closed, unable to know if she was stunned or knocked on her head.

"Tick-tock. "A drop of rain fell.

It's a disaster. Emma sat up in pain and tried to move her hands and feet, but fortunately there were no fractures. But Georgiana's situation was a headache for her. The cherub was unconscious, and his left foot appeared to be fractured.

Emma glanced up the slope and couldn't see anything, the two of them rolled too far. Moreover, because of the shrubs on the slope, she could clearly feel that the direction had changed several times when she rolled dizzily, and it was not a straight line. She couldn't take the unconscious Georgiana for such a long walk. If it hadn't rained, they could have waited here, but the priority now was to find a place to shelter from the rain. There were four valets, one was wounded, one was going to the doctor, one was protecting Miss Daisy, and the rest hadn't been found yet?

Emma squinted her eyes and looked around, and saw that they were very lucky, there was a small cabin not far away. She had seen a similar one, built in the middle of the forest to provide a resting place for hunters. Emma drew a large e&g on the ground with her foot to indicate that they were here, and then used the knife she carried to her body to cut off two shrub branches, untie the lace around her neck, and secure Georgiana's left foot. Once it was tied, Emma put Georgiana's arm on her shoulder and struggled to move it to the hut. Usually it's only a few minutes away, and the two of them walked twice as long. Fortunately, it didn't rain much at the beginning, and there was still a mat on my head, so I didn't get wet.

Emma brushed away a strand of sweat-soaked hair from her forehead and peered through the window. There was no one in the hut, much to Emma's relief. She and Georgiana seem to be two prey that have no minions and can't resist, and it would be bad if they met someone with bad intentions.

This type of hut that provides a place to rest is not locked on the outside, but it can be locked on the inside. Emma felt uneasy, and pressed the small wooden table against the door. Probably having used up all the bad luck of the day just now, there was still a little firewood left in the hut, and some water in the jar. Emma made sherbet with pulp for Georgiana that night, and saw the cook make a fire, and used flint and lighters for a long time as she remembered, but the wood was damp on rainy days, and she couldn't light it.

Georgiana shivered unconsciously, her hands cold. Emma gritted her teeth and took off her close-fitting corset. Nowadays, women's cover-up skirts have large necklines, which can expose the petticoat inside, so there is no way to sacrifice the bodice without the petticoat. The two of them only got a little wet from their overskirts, and their close-fitting corsets were not wet. Using the bodice as an introduction, the warm light of the fire finally jumped on the firewood.

Emma took off Georgiana's slightly wet skirt and put it on the floor, holding her in her arms, and the two of them nestled by the fireplace. Georgiana felt the warmth and finally stopped shivering. Emma roasted for a while, and her body gradually warmed up, but the wound on her back jumped and hurt terribly. When she rolled down, she tried her best to rub her back against the obstacle to slow down. There are lavender on the slower side of the slope, and the side where they roll down is steeper, and there are high and low shrubs, so there is a certain blind spot in the view. She was worried that there would be a boulder or other danger at the bottom of the slope, but she couldn't stop it. When Emma was wearing the petticoat just now, she found that the petticoat had been cut a lot, and there must have been a scratch on her back, and eighty percent of the wounds went into the sand.

Emma was worried about the wound being inflamed. She covered the window with her skirt that she had taken off, poured the water from the jar into the pot, and boiled it for a long time. Wash your hands carefully with boiling water first, then take off the petticoat from the shoulders to expose the back, and scrub the wound with boiling water a little is considered a simple disinfection. There was no clean strip of cloth, so Emma had to wait for the water to cool a little, and poured the water directly on her back. If there was a mirror here for Emma to see how much she was hurt in the back, she wouldn't have done it.

"Ahh

"Bang dang. The door slammed open.

Emma, whose eyes were dazzled in pain, couldn't see who it was for a while, so she grabbed her petticoat with one hand and covered it on her chest, and pulled out a knife with the other hand to hide behind her.

The people outside the door were stunned by the scene in front of them. He didn't walk in or speak, and seemed to freeze into a stone in an instant.

The pain subsided slightly, and Emma relaxed the moment she saw the comer, and took out the knife hidden behind her and inserted it back into the sheath. "It turned out to be you. I thought it was the bad guys. ”

Mr. Darcy seemed to have been lifted by her words, and with a shake of his hand, he slammed the door shut.

The wind from the closing of the door made Emma's shoulders feel cold, and she realized what kind of posture she had just appeared in front of Mr. Darcy, and the blood rushed to her cheeks instantly. didn't bother to clean up the wound, so he put the petticoat on directly. The heart is up and down. She was not slow to pick up her petticoat, Mr. Darcy should not have seen anything that he shouldn't see, right?

Emma comforted herself for a long time, but she couldn't help but cover her face with her skirt in annoyance. I knew that I would put a barrier around when I took off my clothes. She really didn't expect that someone would be able to come in even if the table was locked and blocked. Did Mr. Darcy kick the door open?

Mr. Darcy was also not well.

Time goes back to just now.

Arrive at the forest where you are hunting. George dragged Alvin away first, announcing a fair showdown between men.

Mr. Smith looked at George's back with regret, he wanted to take this opportunity to get closer to George, but unfortunately George had to play alone with Elwin. Mr. Smith Jr. was tired of his father's efforts to sell his sister to George, and was pleased with George's departure.

Now that Mr. Stock's target was only Mr. Darcy, he naturally approached Mr. Darcy very enthusiastically. "Mr. Darcy, I don't know what kind of prey you like, there are no big animals here, but the meat of the birds is good. You can take it home for a while and add some game to your lunch. ”

Mr. Murray would never be flattering like Mr. Stoker, but he also did not want to give up close opportunities to his old rivals. "Mr. Stoker, you don't have a lovely daughter, you probably don't know much, how can you let the three young ladies see such a bloody scene? ”

Mr. Smith doesn't have a crush on Mr. Stoker either. He hated these guys who were too poor to maintain their dignity and looked down on merchants as descendants of nobles. "That's right, my lovely little daughter, Daisy, has been educated in the most appropriate way since she was a child, and every day she sees classic paintings, beautiful jewelry, and elegant books, and she faints at the sight of blood. ”

Mr. Smith Jr. was drunk and said very indecent things, what pure affection. Although others didn't know that he was referring to Miss Daisy, Miss Daisy knew very well in her own heart, and went back to cry for a day. Mr. Smith Jr. felt guilty on the one hand, and Mr. Darcy was too arrogant and unkind on the other. He couldn't help but say, "Mr. Darcy doesn't seem to think that a lady deserves special care. ”

Mr. Stoker had just been attacked by his old rival and the wealthy businessman he didn't look up to, and when he heard Mr. Smith's words, he immediately retorted: "Mr. Darcy is the most gentlemanly person I have ever met, how can he not take care of the lady's feelings, it is my suggestion just now that I have not thought it through." ”

Mr. Smith glared at his son. At the beginning, George said that he was the benefactor of the Kentra family when he introduced Mr. Darcy, so Mr. Smith did not hit Mr. Darcy with his idea, but he also had a lot of respect for Mr. Darcy. Later, when he returned home, Mrs. Smith, who was keenly aware of the wrong thing, pressed Miss Daisy, and he learned that his daughter's favorite person was Mr. Darcy. Although Mr. Darcy has land and wealth, after all, he has no title, and he is not as good as George, who has a title, no parents and brothers, and a bit of a reckless personality, such an earl needs a father-in-law who can manage money like him. He was worried that George would know who Daisy wanted would choose adult beauty, and he and his wife took turns persuading their daughter to stay away from Mr. Darcy. Fortunately, Daisy has always been obedient, and when she was asked to talk to Mr. Ross more, she was reluctant but did not refuse, and this time was no exception. When he saw Mr. Darcy again, Mr. Smith felt that he had to be careful not to offend the benefactor of his future son-in-law, and on the other hand, not to be too close to Mr. Darcy, lest Mr. Darcy think that he meant something else. "Mr. Darcy's sister is still there, how can she not take into account the feelings of the young ladies. John, haven't you been looking forward to today? It's been a long time since we've seen who played more in today's game. ”

Smith and his son walked in the other direction. Mr. Stoker, Mr. Murray, and Mr. Darcy went into the woods together. This pair of old enemies are together, talking and laughing. Mr. Darcy was already in a bad mood, and he was troubled by their quarrels, and for some reason he always felt a little uneasy. Although there were four valets, two of them were brought by Mr. Smith, in case they weren't responsible enough or

Mr. Stocke boasted to Mr. Murray: "You must not have seen such a beautiful starling, whose feathers are as beautiful as a black and white rainbow." I walked slowly, approached slowly, and hit it with one shot. ”

Mr. Murray smiled slightly, "Oh, I really haven't seen such a beautiful starling, because I usually prey on robins." ”

"Unfortunately, I've never seen you hit your prey. ”

"In that case, why not come and have a game?" Mr. Stock?"

Mr. Stocker choked. "Well, how can we put down our honored guests and play on our own?"

"Please don't worry about me. Mr. Darcy took the reins. "Georgiana just told me to go back early. You can go to the game, forgive me for missing me. ”

Mr. Stoker had no excuse and was led deeper into the woods by Mr. Murray. Mr. Darcy turned his horse's head and walked back.

Emma and Georgiana rolled too fast to see what happened next. Georgiana was still tugging at her mane and couldn't fully let go, and Emma pounced with all her might, and the frightened horse was hit and almost fell on its side. Had it not been for a manservant who rushed up and grabbed the reins from the side, the horse might have rolled down the slope with Emma. At least 200 kilograms of horses not to mention directly hitting the two people, even if they are caught while rolling, they may be seriously injured. Emma had no idea how lucky the two were to escape. But the force of the horse's fall was too great, and the servant's hands were dislocated at once.

The division of labor between the four valets is somewhat different from what Emma expected. The young man who was unfortunate enough to be kicked by a horse may have broken his ribs and needed a servant to go to the doctor. Seeing that it was going to rain, the injured could not move at will, but someone had to do their best to move the unconscious Miss Daisy to a place where they could take shelter from the rain. If you want to find a doctor, you have to ride a horse, and you can't ride a horse because your hands are injured. But if Emma and Georgiana were both seriously injured or unconscious, the servant with wounds on his hands would not be able to bring them back. The four manservants are really sad. Mr. Darcy, who had returned at this time, radiated like a savior in the eyes of several servants.

Mr. Darcy saw the scene on the slope from a distance and felt that it was wrong. After listening to the servant's account, his face darkened. Immediately let an uninjured servant ride to the doctor. Then he and the other servant, who was not injured, put the immobile manservant on horseback and walked slowly, and then let him carry Miss Daisy on his back and take the servant with his wounded hands to find a place to shelter from the rain, leaving marks along the way. And Mr. Darcy himself went to find the two young ladies who had rolled down the hill.

The steep slope was too steep to ride, and Mr. Darcy walked down as he searched for the mark. At this time, the clouds were thick, the sky had already darkened, and the traces of rolling down were not particularly obvious, and the raindrops that began to drip made it even more blurry. Once or twice Mr. Darcy had seen dark marks on some bushes with fibers and suspicious bloodstains, and he could not imagine how much Emma and Georgiana had been wounded, and he was more and more anxious, but he was still careful with his steps. Mr. Darcy knew that if he slipped and injured himself, there really would be no one to save Emma and Georgiana.

Before he reached the bottom of the slope, Mr. Darcy saw the big e&g, and his anxious mood calmed down a little. This word is supposed to be Emma's handwriting, and finding a place to shelter from the rain proves that their lives must not be in danger.

Obviously, the most convenient place to shelter from the rain is the log cabin in the forest in front of you. Mr. Darcy walked briskly over and suddenly heard Emma's shrill cry of pain. Mr. Darcy's heart faltered for a moment, and he grabbed the shot/gun and ran a few steps towards the closed door. And then

The raindrops of beans fell on Mr. Darcy's body, and he was drenched through, but he still stood straight in the doorway, like a cold, lifeless statue. Emma was facing the door sideways, her slender neck, fair and round shoulders, soft undulating curves, and a moment of trust that appeared when she saw him: "It turned out to be you, I thought it was a bad person." These words lingered in his ears and lingered.

"That, that. The door of the hut suddenly opened, and Emma stood behind the door with half of her face exposed, and whispered, "Come in first, it's raining heavily." Emma was embarrassed in the house for a long time, and suddenly remembered that it was still raining heavily, even if it was a very embarrassing and embarrassing thing that made people want to hide, he couldn't let Mr. Darcy get out in the rain, he just meant well. Gritting her teeth, Emma opened the door.

Mr. Darcy did not dare to look at her, even though she was now fully dressed, and did not go in. "Are you and Georgiana hurt?"

Emma's first reaction was, "I'm fine." After saying that, I felt that it was wrong, why did I take off my clothes and scream just now? Hurriedly added: "It's just that my back is a little bruised." Georgiana seems to have broken her left foot, I don't know if she was frightened or hit her head, and she still hasn't woken up. However, the breathing and heartbeat are very stable, there are no other uncomfortable reactions, and there should be no concussion. ”

Mr. Darcy came in anyway, to see the unconscious Georgiana.

As Georgiana lay by the flickering fireplace, her breath was long, her cheeks flushed slightly with warmth, as if she were just sleeping quietly. Mr. Darcy made sure that Georgiana was not seriously injured, so he longed to walk and whispered, "It's raining hard outside, and when the rain is light, I'll go back with Georgiana in my arms." ”

"Wait a minute. Emma stopped Mr. Darcy. Although she knew that Mr. Darcy must be very, very embarrassed, it would be unwise to go out in the rain. Even the summer rain was very cold, and Mr. Darcy's face was pale just now, probably from a cold. What if it turns into pneumonia?, she stammered, "Well, it's raining heavily outside." There is no need because, this, we all know is just a misunderstanding, a small misunderstanding. Well, you can close your eyes and rest by the fire for a while. ”

Mr. Darcy looked her in the face for the first time from just now. "Misunderstanding?"

"yes, yes. Emma nodded violently. "I absolutely trust your character, this is a momentary mistake, but no one else knows, so"

"Miss Emma Kentera. ”

Emma looked up in surprise, startled by Mr. Darcy. It wasn't the first time she had seen Mr. Darcy in a bad mood, but she had never seen him like this.

At this time, Mr. Darcy's eyes were like a storm that was about to break out with extremely depressed eyes, and his voice was as cold as ice and snow. "Obviously, you have no idea how to keep a normal distance from a man, and you lack the necessary care for a lady. You can try to learn these from today, for the sake of your fiancé. Mr. Darcy could no longer deny that he was indeed in love with Emma, but that the affection was undeserved. He is not an upright and noble gentleman in Emma's mind, he is a shameless coward, rejoicing in Emma's closeness, and at the same time trying to excuse himself, refusing to admit that he is in love with her, in order to prove that these closeness are not deviant. These were the words that he should have sued Emma when he first found out about her special care for him, but he did not. From now on, let Emma stay away from him completely.

Emma's eyes widened in disbelief. She did take special care of Mr. Darcy, but she tried not to let Mr. Darcy know about it as much as possible, and she could not hide it, such as her help in the sale of weapons to the French, and she would put the credit on George. Emma thinks she is thick-skinned, and if she still needs to have a good relationship with Clark in the first place, Clark slaps her in public, and she can still greet her with a smile, looking for a chance to prove that Clark is the murderer and revenge back. But Mr. Darcy was a close person whom Emma respected, and such indiscriminate accusations against her made her aggrieved eyes red. "I, I don't know you think so. I know now. ”

Mr. Darcy was trembling at Emma's voice, and it felt like his heart was being clenched hard, but he held back, said nothing, and turned and walked into the rain. This time Emma didn't stop him again.