Chapter 26 Jade Rabbit Moves to a New Home Drinking Games Can Also Flirt
The man took a moment to realize what Alice was saying. The scene of that night suddenly appeared in his mind, the very close breathing, and the words that captivated his mind.
He was in a trance for a moment, and only came to his senses when he noticed the lady in front of him looking at him with undisguised inquiring eyes.
His face turned pale and red, and he didn't know whether he should be angry at her reckless words and actions, or thank her for not saying that suggestive word in public.
After admiring the man's changed expression, Alice returned to her usual ladylike appearance, bowed gracefully and flexibly, and saw him and Mr. Darcy off with her family.
Adrian Moran maintained his composure as he bid farewell to everyone and returned to the mansion in a carriage. Feeling much better than he had been that morning, he took John to St. George's Church. After repeated prayers, his heart gradually calmed down.
Back at the mansion, John hung a gas lamp on the bedroom wall, and the room finally had light.
The dim light revealed the room's furnishings. The only decorative touch was the wicker rabbit on the bedside table. Next to it were two medicine bottles, given by the young lady, placed side by side. Bass's medicine, in a random glass bottle from a local pharmacy, was in a bottle. He took only seven pills and recovered, so he brought the remaining two back home. The newly formulated Xiaofeng Sanxue Pills were in a specially ordered, intricately painted bottle from Alice's Pharmacy.
Thinking of the way a certain lady addressed him, he decided to go to bed early tonight.
He was completely unaware of the annoying lady. Instead of resting late at night, he transformed into his original form and returned to the hotel room he had been in that morning.
She changed back into human form and flicked her finger, waking up Wickom who had been knocked unconscious by her demonic energy.
The person still lying on the ground suddenly woke up, some not realizing what had happened. Suddenly seeing Alice standing before them, they felt something was wrong and backed away, "Miss Alice, why are you here?"
She approached step by step: "Don't worry, I have always been fair. You will pay back what you owe. I won't ask you for more." Alice held a silver knife in one hand and a transparent medicine bottle in the other.
Wickham retreated to a cabinet behind him, then suddenly jumped up and swung his fist, trying to catch Alice off guard. However, he was easily kicked down and fell heavily to the ground, coughing up a pool of blood.
Alice forced the pills from the bottle into his mouth, then grabbed Wickham by the collar, lifted him up, and pulled him back, so that the pills went down his throat.
He tried desperately to struggle, but was held tightly, a cold knife slashing back and forth across his face.
Wickham stopped moving instantly, fearing that the knife would injure him. "Miss Alice, let's talk it over. We... um, um..."
He suddenly couldn't speak and his eyes opened as wide as possible.
"Didn't you just use your sweet talk to persuade Lydia and Georgiana to elope with you so that you could get their money?" Alice gestured at his face with a knife.
"Oh, and this face." Without wasting a second, he exerted force with his hands, and several bloody marks appeared on both sides of Wickham's cheeks. Blood dripped down his face to the floor.
"Without this face and this mouth, let's see how you can seduce the ladies." The knife that Alice used to cut her face was attached with a few wisps of evil spirit. The evil spirit penetrated into the skin along the blade and would continue to prevent his face from repairing.
Those who originally wanted to make a profit from this deal fell into silent madness.
Alice yawned, threw the bloody knife away, and went home to sleep.
A few days later, an invitation to a moving-in party arrived at Adrian Moran's house. The same invitation was also sent to the Earl of Camden's old house, inviting the Countess of Camden to attend.
Alice only invited her London friends and family, Adrian Moran, and his mother to the move. Mr. Bennett returned to Longbourn the day after finding Lydia. He said that only the air there made him feel comfortable, and he felt that he had been away for too long. Perhaps even Mrs. Bennett's loud cries would feel dear.
Mr. Adrian Moran, who received the invitation and was forced to attend with his mother, arrived with a stern face.
"The old Countess of Camden." Alice greeted her politely, looking like a typical English lady.
The newly purchased house was a terraced house near the intersection of Shaftesbury Avenue and Piccadilly, roughly midway between Bond Street and St. George's Church. It was a purely residential structure, spread over three floors. The ground floor was for daily living and entertaining, the second floor had six bedrooms, one for each of Alice's sisters and her parents, and the third floor was her own private space.
Several groups of people have been shown around tonight, and Adrian Moran and the old Countess of Camden are the last.
We toured all the way to the third floor. Alice pointed to the largest bedroom, indicating that it was hers. She added, "It's quite spacious, and comfortable for two people. Now that I'm alone, it feels a bit empty."
As he spoke, he looked towards a certain gentleman, but the man lowered his brows, pretending not to hear.
Instead, he met the eyes of the old countess.
"Miss Alice, perhaps you could consider buying the townhouse in Bath?" the old lady brought up the topic again.
"I wanted to buy it, but they wouldn't let me." Alice sighed, seeming to be both angry and resentful.
"He must be too stupid." The old countess glared at her stupid son.
Idiot: Did you really think he didn't understand what they were talking about? And he brought it up right in front of him, oblivious to the others. It's hard to say it wasn't intentional.
A pharmacy was set up right next to the bedroom to prevent her from having to go into the kitchen all the time to hide her inhumane methods of making medicine.
Next to the pharmacy is a room that looks like it has nothing in it.
"This is a room intended to be used as a studio," she volunteered.
"Oh? Miss Alice also has a good understanding of painting?" The old Countess of Camden raised her eyebrows and asked curiously.
"I'm just interested and want to try it." Alice said with a hint of meaning.
Both of them understood. The gentleman, who had been silent and bowed his head all the way, finally reacted. He looked up at the painting studio with a wide view, then at the young lady chatting and laughing with his mother, but still said nothing.
After the tour, the group sat down to have dinner on the first floor.
Alice suggested playing drinking games.
"What are drinking games?" Mr. Bentley was always curious about things he had never seen before.
"It's a party game," Alice explained. "We can choose a more elegant version. For example, in each round, someone will be the judge. The judge will choose a word, and each person will recite a poem using that word, moving forward in order. Those who can't recite a poem will be fined a glass of wine."
"Alyssa, do you mean that if the first person's command is at the beginning, then the second person's command must be second?" Elizabeth understood a little.
Before Elizabeth could finish, Mr. Bingley exclaimed, "This is too difficult! Counting the words, this is really not easy."
"Then in the first round, as long as the poem contains the command word, it will be considered correct." Alice thought for a moment and lowered the difficulty.
After all, it was a celebration of the host's new home, so those who understood the meaning responded sparsely. It was just right for the dining arrangement, with each person speaking a few words. Several elders declined to participate.
Alice often played drinking games in Heaven. Although they were very different from Western poetry, she said, "The officials take turns to play the game. I'll demonstrate. This time, the game will be "Spring."
She thought for a moment and said, "Pull a piece of spring light and throw it into the earth, leaving a rosy mark."
"Elisa, your poem is wonderful. It doesn't explicitly describe the beauty of spring, but it describes it everywhere." Mr. Bentley praised her generously.
She just looked at the gentleman opposite her, her fingertips touching her lips intentionally or unintentionally, full of suggestive meaning.
"Spring has a predetermined destination, which is the lush leaves of summer, the fruits of autumn, and the bleak winds of winter." It is not you, Miss.
The man pretended not to see her movements after he finished speaking, picked up the cup in front of him and took a sip. Only after he finished drinking did he realize it was wine.
It seemed that his illness had really healed, and his temper had returned. Alice picked up a piece of meat with a fork and put it into her mouth, watching the man chew slowly.
Darcy then proceeded to say, "The seasons have no special meaning; eyes like spring water are more worthy of being written about and praised."
Elizabeth retorted: "The seasons change every year, where life and death meet, new life sprouts."
Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst showed no interest. One recited a classic line from a famous poet, while Mr. Hurst simply raised his glass and drank, muttering, "I don't care what the order is. I just want to drink. How can I stop you?"
Next it was Mr. Bingley's turn. He looked into his fiancée's eyes and said, "Next spring I will be the happiest man in the world because I have you and we are one."
Jane suppressed her shyness and said, "The spring breeze brought my reply. Love is a mutual response."
Finally, we have Georgiana and Lydia. Georgiana learned a lot at a young age, and although her poetry is somewhat academic, it contains young personal insights and philosophy, which has been unanimously praised by everyone.
As for Lydia, everyone present could only barely praise her for being playful and down-to-earth. She practically wrote down all the reasons why she'd forgotten about Wickham in the past two days. After receiving her share of the dividend, she went to Piccadilly and bought some of the latest fashions. Her negative emotions vanished, and she stopped caring about anything else.
No one in the room was a poet, and after more than a dozen rounds of drinking games, everyone could barely recite a few lines of poetry or make up a few lines in the first few rounds, but later they gradually lost the game. After everyone drank a few cups, they dispersed to have fun on their own.
Elizabeth played the piano beside them, and the Darcy siblings were fascinated by the music.
Mr. Hurst finally got his wish and asked the old Countess of Camden, Mr. Bingley, and Mr. Gardiner to play whist. Jane watched beside Bingley, and the two of them discussed which card to play from time to time, or looked at each other sweetly.
Mrs. Hurst, Miss Bingley, and Mrs. Gardner chatted about fashionable silks. Lydia tried to join the discussion, but was ignored. For the Bingley sisters, becoming relatives with the Bennets meant socializing, but they couldn't accept Lydia, who they considered completely unbecoming. Fortunately, Mrs. Gardner responded to her niece's chatter, keeping things peaceful.
No one except the old Countess of Camden noticed that two people were missing from the hall.
"Sir, I told you I have a gift you can't refuse." Alice's voice came from the balcony in the night.
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