I am aging gracefully in the world of famous books

No matter how much the outside world is talking about, in the Grove Manor, in order to suppress the negative impact of the scandal as soon as possible, the lady has already started preparations for Lord Essex's funeral.

On the second day after the incident, the obituary was issued. After that, she personally sat down to arrange things in an orderly manner. She also took the opportunity to fire her husband's confidant servants during his lifetime, so that the inside and outside of the manor became her one word.

On this day, John the butler found the lady with a bunch of keys.

"Ma'am, before James Burley was taken away, we found this bunch of keys from him, which should be related to the lord."

The lady glanced at it, and raised her eyebrows lightly: "This is the key to your lord's personal belongings collection room, right? You go and try it, and if you can open that room and the locked box inside, then report back to me."

Butler John nodded quickly, then asked:

"Ma'am, on the morning of your lord's accident, in order to distract James Burley, Doris Gray sent a false order that your lord would take her to Bath for a holiday.

Burleigh believed her lie, and took two servants to pack up the farewell. Now, some of your lord's personal belongings are still in the carriage. What should we do? "

"Let the servant move the suitcase back to the lord's collection room. You don't need to open it and put it away. After I'm done working for a while, I'll go and sort out the lord's belongings in person."

Butler John nodded yes, turned and left to carry out the order of the lady.

In the collection room of Lord Essex's personal belongings, Pei Xiang, who was hiding in the wardrobe, drank the last drop of milk. She licked her lips and counted the time in her mind. It was estimated that someone should come to open the door of this room.

Sure enough, more than ten minutes later, there was a sound of footsteps, someone whispered something, and then there was a sound of metal friction and friction, and finally, a crisp "click" sound came, and the door of the room swung open.

Someone walks in and walks the room for a week.

"You two, go down and lift those suitcases up and put them under this shelf."

"Hey, it's John's butler's voice." Pei Xiang, who was carefully curled up in the closet, thought to himself: "It seems that James Burley has really lost his power, but I don't know what will happen to him?"

Someone approached the closet where Pei Xiang was hiding, and Pei Xiang held his breath.

The man didn't stop, obviously not interested in the old wardrobe that could be opened at any time, his footsteps gradually faded away, and then slowly stopped.

Pei Xiang gently put down the dagger in his hand, counted silently in his heart, estimated where the opponent stopped, and guessed that it should be near the large locked boxes.

Sure enough, she heard the sound of trying out the key again, and after a few clicks, the lid of the box began to open and close.

Pei Xiang frowned secretly, knowing that if she continued to delay, she would not have the opportunity to leave the room quietly today. If that was the case, when the room was opened again, even if she was not caught, she would probably be dying of hunger up.

While the other party was checking the keys and checking the box, Pei Xiang silently pushed open the half door of the wardrobe, revealing a narrow gap.

At the other end of the room, the butler was bending over to check the locked boxes, with his back turned to where Pei Xiang was hiding.

However, his peripheral vision was able to scan the entrance and exit area. If Pei Xiang sneaked out at this time, he would definitely notice him.

"Thanks to my second-hand preparations." Pei Xiang muttered to himself.

She looked down at the transparent and slender fishing line in her hand. This is Lord Essex's favorite collection. It is said that he found a special workshop and craftsman to make it. It was stored in the corner of this collection room before, but now it is turned over by Pei Xiang. out.

Pei Xiang held one end of the fishing line, and the other end of the fishing line was tied to the wooden frame of the window not far away, and tied into a loose buckle that would fall off with a little force.

She waited quietly, and the two male servants who had gone out before returned.

The two each carried a long flat oak box inlaid with copper, carefully placed it on the open space of the room, then turned and left, and continued to carry the rest of the salute.

Pei Xiang silently calculated the time it took for the two of them to go back and forth, and waited for a while with a sinking heart. Finally, she guessed that the male servants had gone far away, and after hearing no noise in the room, she quickly pulled the button in her hand. fishing line.

Using the strength and skill she had practiced many times, she quickly and secretly pulled the transparent fishing line tied to the window back into the closet.

With this movement of hers, the half-diamond window that was not closed creaked, as if it had been accidentally blown open by the wind, and suddenly shook.

Butler John raised his head slightly, just in time to see that the blown open window knocked over the pot-bellied long-necked vase on the seven-drawer kitchen in front of the window. .

The crystal dish was originally full of beautiful stones collected by the lord during his lifetime. At this time, all these beautiful natural artworks were scattered on the floor, making a ding-ding-dong-dong sound of rolling down.

This scene happened in a blink of an eye, and John Butler was caught off guard. He took two steps towards the window, but it was too late to stop this series of "accidents".

"God, that bratty bastard Burley didn't even close the windows of the collection room. He really is a flattering villain!"

Butler John cursed in a low voice, trying to call for help, but found that he was alone in the room, and the two male servants had already gone downstairs to carry things.

He had no choice but to temporarily stop what he was doing, and walked to the seven bucket kitchen under the window, bent down to pick up the expensive small stones that rolled everywhere.

Just as Butler John was lying on the ground, reaching out to grope for the bottom of the cabinet, Pei Xiang managed to avoid the sight of the big housekeeper by covering it with various furniture and decorations in the room, and sneaked out of the room where she was hiding.

In the corridor, two male servants carrying suitcases appeared at the stairway. Pei Xiang quickly dodged and avoided the corner door passage often used by the servants.

It was a busy time during the day, and Grove Manor was about to entertain a large number of guests who came to attend the funeral.

Most of the maids were cleaning and tidying up the guest rooms, while the male servants handled all kinds of trivial affairs outdoors without touching their feet. In addition, the lady dismissed a group of Lord Essex's confidantes, so Pei Xiang's actions were almost insignificant. subject to any obstruction.

She walked forward along the narrow and dark passage, and at another exit, she re-entered the corridor of the main house on the east side of the Grove Manor, which was near the master bedroom of the Lord Madam.

Pei Xiang remembered that the lady had three frequently used cloakrooms, which were connected in turn, and they were connected with her master bedroom, occupying all the space on the third floor on the east side of the main house.

——The next thing is the funeral, the lady needs to wear plain clothes that fit her status as a widow, so she will temporarily put aside some bright and gorgeous dresses.

——This year's new dress has already been delivered. With the character of the lady, she is not the kind of person who keeps the dress for a few years and then refurbishes it as a new dress.It would make her feel degraded, reduced to the ridiculous level of a poor country gentleman's wife.

—so the lady will think of packing up her new clothes and giving them away.

——Let me think about it, based on the daily gossip of the maids, she should secretly give the new clothes to her sister who is not in a good financial situation after marriage, and maybe even some of Lord Essex's life. Collectibles are sent out together.

——Maybe, this will be my chance to leave, and I should find a way to let them ship me out as cargo.

While thinking about the next move of the lady, Pei Xiang slipped into the temporarily unattended cloakroom. She checked the three rooms and found that the clothes in the second room were obviously not needed by the lady for the time being. of.

"It seems that this is the place."

Pei Xiang carefully looked at everything in the room, and soon found the suitcase containing this year's new clothes.

Because of the collection of expensive and luxurious clothes, these clothes boxes are very large, and the delicate fabrics inside are full of exquisite lace and hand embroidery, and even pearls and broken gems.

In order to keep the clothes in good condition, they tried not to fold or squeeze them when they were packed, and with matching hats, gloves, folding fans, shawls and other accessories, Pei Xiang found that this kind of big suitcase is enough to fit a person up.

——As for the weight, the servants who carry things don't ask too much.

——Who knows if the lady will secretly send other valuable things to her own sister by taking the opportunity of presenting clothes?Things like books, metal utensils, leather hunting gear, even food...

—I could also make all the big boxes extra heavy so that I wouldn't be obtrusive among them.

She was thinking about her future plans in her heart, thinking about various loopholes and accidental compensation methods, and after weighing it over and over again, a relaxed smile finally appeared in her eyes.

Pei Xiang really felt that her luck was very good. Although the start of time travel was a difficult mode, things went smoothly afterwards. If she had no intentions and intentions, she should be able to leave here smoothly.

——The gallows is getting farther and farther away from me...

Thinking about it, the smile on Pei Xiang's face stagnated slightly, and she suddenly scratched her cheek in embarrassment.

——When choosing a hiding place this time, we can no longer only focus on survival issues such as eating and drinking water. Other physiological problems also need to be solved in time...

— Ugh, I miss hot showers and smart toilets!

While Pei Xiang was researching her new hiding place, Grove Manor began to have guests visiting one after another.

"Sir Romney, Mrs. Romney, I am very grateful that you two can take the time to come here."

"Mrs de Boer, it is good to see you again, Mr Darcy, when did you arrive in Kent?

Please be sure to stay at our Grove Manor for a few more days. Lord Essex said before his death that you are the best young man, and you cannot be overstated. "

The lady rose to greet the new arrivals, and introduced them to the previous visitors.

After a group of people introduced each other, the topic turned back to the funeral at the Grove Manor. Whether it was true or false, they all comforted the lady in condolences and expressed a few words of shock and anger when they first heard the bad news.

After some nostalgia and reminiscences, the topic gradually became less serious. The lady asked the maid to serve tea and snacks for everyone, and talked about the recent arrangements in a soft voice.

"So, the patrol team in your house and Mr. Morris still haven't found that Miss Doris Gray? This kind of efficiency is really too slow."

After Catherine de Boer had a few words with the lady, her expression became very serious, and she strongly suggested:

"If you want me to say, you should search from house to house, no matter if it is a farmer or a town resident, they have been favored and protected by your house for so many years, at this time, they should cooperate with you to catch the murderer as soon as possible.

You should not leave all the outside affairs to other people, you must go to inspect it yourself. "

The lady wiped the corners of her eyes with a handkerchief, and she was not willing to take this talk. The hostess of the Rosings Manor was always domineering and troubled.

Mrs. Romney smoothed things over with a smile:

"Eliza is so sad. She has to take care of the children and attend to the Lord's funeral. The arrests outside are all handled by the men. She has no extra energy to deal with these for the time being."

Mrs. de Boer frowned and took a sip of tea, not very satisfied with the lady's attitude.

She was on the point of saying more, but her nephew, Mr. Darcy, looked up at her, and the lady swallowed the ensuing words of advice.

She snorted coldly in her heart, and felt that the lady was a little ignorant. The relationship between the Lord and his wife of Essex had long since faded, and everyone knew it well.

Now the lord unexpectedly passed away early, leaving only his children who are not yet grown up and sensible. As a mother, the lord lady should do her best to protect the property of the children.

She just suggested that the other party search for the murderer, and she didn't really ask her to try her best to avenge her husband, but to let the lady take advantage of the opportunity to catch the fugitive and leave the impression of being in charge among the nearby tenants and residents.

Regardless of whether the reputation is vicious or evil, at least people must know that the lady is not easy to mess with.

In this way, the tenants will not push back when paying rent, and the managers and agents of the property will not dare to cheat.

These were her years of experience as a widow, Catherine de Boer!

The atmosphere in the living room was subtly silent for a while, and someone immediately brought up another topic, which was about Doris Gray's background.

With new topics of conversation, the atmosphere between the host and guest became harmonious again.