[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia
Chapter 13
"Do you think my family is poor?" She asked incredulously, "Which aspect of me gave you this illusion?"
On what basis did this Mr. Darcy feel that she needed a job as a governess?
"I thought you were used to wearing shirts and trousers." Darcy pointed to the clothes on her body, and then she felt impolite, and withdrew her hand, "I thought your origin was more..."
Generally speaking, those who wear shirts and trousers, or long skirts, are mostly female workers with low status in society.
Not to mention Lydia's demeanor and behavior...
"The shirt and trousers are just for convenience," Lydia replied rather wordlessly.
She tugged on the clothes on her body, and suddenly remembered that in fact, she seemed to have complained about the clothes on the first day.
"Is that so?" Darcy teased, "I'm curious about your performance at the ball."
After seeing Lydia Lisuo's tree climbing, it was difficult for him to connect the skirt with this mysterious witch.
After all, it is hard for you to imagine that an elegant and virtuous lady can survive in such a place for such a long time, and can still do things that are far away for the upper class.
"I still know how to dance Makazu," Lydia thought for a while, and answered him seriously, "I can also do a little waltz, but the most familiar ones are country dances."
Her current teaching just came to the waltz, and after learning the previous Makazu dance, Ms. Anne secretly slipped a small gift for her.
Of course, it would be even better if you don't need to do homework.
Lydia regained her senses, took out the parchment in her backpack with a sad face, and began to think about how to get past the firelight.
"I still haven't finished the homework assigned by the tutor," Lydia sighed. "This is enough to show how wrong you are to ask me to be a tutor."
She looked at the parchment, and really couldn't think of any details of the relationship at the banquet that they hadn't discovered.
"What's the homework about?" Darcy frowned. "French? If it's this, I can help."
He has learned a lot of languages since he was a child. He cannot be said to be proficient, but he still has some strengths.
"It's an assignment about the details of the banquet," Lydia said, frowning, "I really don't understand..."
"Do you need my help?" Darcy asked.
After getting Lydia's permission, he got up and walked to Lydia's camp.It's actually just a few steps away.
Due to the coming rainy season, the two small thatched huts have been changed into relatively solid stone houses, and they have also moved from the initial low-lying low-lying area to a relatively high-lying place.
In order to take care of each other, Lydia simply agreed to the two places chosen by Darcy, and built a stone house not far away.
Darcy approached, lowered his head slightly, and looked over the girl's slender shoulders at her paper.
It's scrawled, but there's still a bit of casual elegance to it.
He frowned, carefully reading the contents of the paper.
I always feel that these things should not be written by this "Miss Bennet" who claims to be "from the country".
It was more like the tone of being in a high position all the year round, so ruthlessly holding something to discuss and argue.
It's not the tone that women often take with emotion, or evaluate from a certain point of view.
Just as Darcy was thinking about how to continue the rebuttal, he probably never expected that Lydia beside him had lost her mind.
To be honest, it was the first time Lydia was so close to a strange man.
The night in Africa was getting colder and colder, and his body temperature was a little high when he leaned over, making her feel a little dazed.
Even at past balls, Lydia was surrounded by her mother, her father, and her sister.
The closest distance between her and her dance partner is the moment when they clap their hands and applaud each other.
Lydia should have gotten used to Darcy's status as a helper or day laborer, standing beside her to help move things and do work as a coolie.
But he broke through the safe distance, approached suddenly, and looked at the paper in her hand so intently.
Although Mr. Darcy had good intentions, she also agreed to his behavior of crossing a safe distance...
But Lydia still had an uneasy feeling.
how to say?
Lydia looked at Darcy beside her, as if returning to the time when she first saw him in a trance.Handsome, handsome, rich and gentleman.
Lydia's heart skipped a beat.
She turned sideways to avoid Darcy's gaze, and shouted sullenly, "Here is the paper, you, you, you, stay away from me!"
Darcy took the paper a little puzzled, but he didn't like talking too much, so he didn't ask anything else.
He stared at the paper for a while, then ordered Lydia's board and new paper for her homework, and started writing with a quill.
Lydia looked at Darcy who was concentrating on the board to help her with her homework, at his thin lips pursed while he was concentrating on writing, a bunch of black hair hanging down, and his serious and stubborn eyes.
Think of his real [-] pounds a year.
There must be many suitors for him, Lydia thought, even if he was a mottled ugly man, with such a sum of money, there must be many people who wanted to marry him.
Not to mention he's not only not ugly, he's quite...
Lydia's mood was like a punctured balloon, deflated.
She pouted, but this kind of person is doing her homework now!
Lydia suddenly became happy again.
This happy mood lasted until she woke up and had breakfast.
Then Kitty pulled her and walked towards the door of the study mysteriously, "Mom is talking to Dad."
"What does that have to do with us?" Lydia asked in confusion, "I don't think it has anything to do with it?"
Kitty winked at her, and the two of them tacitly walked lightly.
That's probably something interesting.
"Ah, listen," Kitty breathed softly.
Lydia approached through the gap in the door, watching Mrs. Bennet excitedly tugging at Mr. Bennet, "Have you heard? They're coming! You have to go!"
"What's coming?" Mr. Bennet frowned. "And I don't think I have any reason to go?"
"Oh, Mr. Bennet, you know exactly what I'm talking about!" complained Mrs. Bennet. "Here comes Mr. Bingley whom I mentioned last time!"
"I'm afraid it has nothing to do with my insistence on visiting him?" Mr. Bennet waved his book.
"What?" Lydia whispered to Kitty next to her, "Mr. Bingley, who earns four or five thousand pounds a year?"
That out-of-town gentleman who rented the Neyfield estate they mentioned earlier?
"I think so!" said Kitty excitedly.
"I told you," Elizabeth hurried over, pulling them back forcefully, "you can't eavesdrop on—"
"Five thousand pounds a year, Lizzie!" said Kitty excitedly.
"What five thousand pounds—" Jane also squeezed forward.
"Mr. Bingley," Lydia added, "don't squeeze me—"
Just then, the door opened.Mr. Bennet took the vase and was taken aback for a moment.He shrugged and said in surprise, "So many people?"
Then he quickened his pace and walked quickly towards the restaurant.
"You must promise me to visit him quickly," Mrs. Bennet followed, almost running with her skirts up, "my dear, you know, he must marry one of them!"
"I don't think I need it," said Mr. Bennet idly setting the vase.
Before Mrs. Bennet yelled in disappointment, he turned around and smiled at Mrs. Bennet, "I went there yesterday."
The room was quiet for a while, and then burst into cheers.
"Mr. Bennet, how can you be so bad!" Mrs. Bennet said angrily, "You can't pity my nerves!"
"I think so," he said lazily, "it has been my faithful companion all these years."
Everyone laughed, but Mrs. Bennet snorted.
"Dad, will they come to the dance next week?" Lydia asked expectantly.
This half a month is either in Africa or training, or staying at home and being carried by my sisters to practice dancing and recite knowledge points together.
Although the new teacher "she" is not as serious as Ms. Anne, she is not as friendly as Ms. Anne.
Although the class is just memorizing, reading books, and writing some reflections after reading, but Lydia is so bored!
Mr. Bennet kept it a secret on purpose, and waited for everyone to get a little anxious before answering this question slowly.
"I think so," he said.
Lydia jumped up, "Jane, those new dresses we made..."
She eagerly said, "Can I wear it?!"
"And we have new shoes made to order!" Kitty added. "I'm trying to match the headband I made earlier with the shoes!"
[I don't understand,] the system waited for Lydia to return to the room humming a song, and then asked inexplicably, [Since the host can live on his own ability in the future, why is he so excited about the gentleman who is coming soon? 】
Lydia picked up the skirt, feeling that there was a flaw in one or the other.
With the continuous courses, her vision has also improved, and sometimes she always feels that she spent a lot of money wrongly.
"How should I put it?" Lydia simply dropped the stack of skirts, lay down, and answered the system's questions seriously.
"Because the only way to meet strange men these days is through balls," she said. "You can't expect me to marry a guy who watched each other wet the bed when they were kids? I'm going to go crazy, I'm going to go crazy .”
【But you can go by yourself. 】
"It's hard for me to meet strangers in the first place, and I can only choose randomly to marry the person I like," she counted, "Even if I can escape boldly according to what you said, I can't even rent a house." A cheap carriage."
Lydia sighed, "This world itself is too difficult for the ladies."
[Host,] The system suddenly thought of a good idea, [I think you should need a tutor? 】
It looked at the one with the lowest price among the applicants, and it was very suitable, [Only need to provide catering, the real one, how about it? 】
"Teach me how to run away from home?" Lydia smiled, "Thank you, I don't think so."
Although she can tell a lot of truths now, the real reason is that she wants to go to the ball to breathe.
[Teach you how to get out of your comfort zone,] the system said seriously, [I think, you must at least understand that you are the one who is picky. 】
"Of course I'm being picky." Although Lydia didn't understand what the system was saying at all, she still refuted the system's statement.
On what basis did this Mr. Darcy feel that she needed a job as a governess?
"I thought you were used to wearing shirts and trousers." Darcy pointed to the clothes on her body, and then she felt impolite, and withdrew her hand, "I thought your origin was more..."
Generally speaking, those who wear shirts and trousers, or long skirts, are mostly female workers with low status in society.
Not to mention Lydia's demeanor and behavior...
"The shirt and trousers are just for convenience," Lydia replied rather wordlessly.
She tugged on the clothes on her body, and suddenly remembered that in fact, she seemed to have complained about the clothes on the first day.
"Is that so?" Darcy teased, "I'm curious about your performance at the ball."
After seeing Lydia Lisuo's tree climbing, it was difficult for him to connect the skirt with this mysterious witch.
After all, it is hard for you to imagine that an elegant and virtuous lady can survive in such a place for such a long time, and can still do things that are far away for the upper class.
"I still know how to dance Makazu," Lydia thought for a while, and answered him seriously, "I can also do a little waltz, but the most familiar ones are country dances."
Her current teaching just came to the waltz, and after learning the previous Makazu dance, Ms. Anne secretly slipped a small gift for her.
Of course, it would be even better if you don't need to do homework.
Lydia regained her senses, took out the parchment in her backpack with a sad face, and began to think about how to get past the firelight.
"I still haven't finished the homework assigned by the tutor," Lydia sighed. "This is enough to show how wrong you are to ask me to be a tutor."
She looked at the parchment, and really couldn't think of any details of the relationship at the banquet that they hadn't discovered.
"What's the homework about?" Darcy frowned. "French? If it's this, I can help."
He has learned a lot of languages since he was a child. He cannot be said to be proficient, but he still has some strengths.
"It's an assignment about the details of the banquet," Lydia said, frowning, "I really don't understand..."
"Do you need my help?" Darcy asked.
After getting Lydia's permission, he got up and walked to Lydia's camp.It's actually just a few steps away.
Due to the coming rainy season, the two small thatched huts have been changed into relatively solid stone houses, and they have also moved from the initial low-lying low-lying area to a relatively high-lying place.
In order to take care of each other, Lydia simply agreed to the two places chosen by Darcy, and built a stone house not far away.
Darcy approached, lowered his head slightly, and looked over the girl's slender shoulders at her paper.
It's scrawled, but there's still a bit of casual elegance to it.
He frowned, carefully reading the contents of the paper.
I always feel that these things should not be written by this "Miss Bennet" who claims to be "from the country".
It was more like the tone of being in a high position all the year round, so ruthlessly holding something to discuss and argue.
It's not the tone that women often take with emotion, or evaluate from a certain point of view.
Just as Darcy was thinking about how to continue the rebuttal, he probably never expected that Lydia beside him had lost her mind.
To be honest, it was the first time Lydia was so close to a strange man.
The night in Africa was getting colder and colder, and his body temperature was a little high when he leaned over, making her feel a little dazed.
Even at past balls, Lydia was surrounded by her mother, her father, and her sister.
The closest distance between her and her dance partner is the moment when they clap their hands and applaud each other.
Lydia should have gotten used to Darcy's status as a helper or day laborer, standing beside her to help move things and do work as a coolie.
But he broke through the safe distance, approached suddenly, and looked at the paper in her hand so intently.
Although Mr. Darcy had good intentions, she also agreed to his behavior of crossing a safe distance...
But Lydia still had an uneasy feeling.
how to say?
Lydia looked at Darcy beside her, as if returning to the time when she first saw him in a trance.Handsome, handsome, rich and gentleman.
Lydia's heart skipped a beat.
She turned sideways to avoid Darcy's gaze, and shouted sullenly, "Here is the paper, you, you, you, stay away from me!"
Darcy took the paper a little puzzled, but he didn't like talking too much, so he didn't ask anything else.
He stared at the paper for a while, then ordered Lydia's board and new paper for her homework, and started writing with a quill.
Lydia looked at Darcy who was concentrating on the board to help her with her homework, at his thin lips pursed while he was concentrating on writing, a bunch of black hair hanging down, and his serious and stubborn eyes.
Think of his real [-] pounds a year.
There must be many suitors for him, Lydia thought, even if he was a mottled ugly man, with such a sum of money, there must be many people who wanted to marry him.
Not to mention he's not only not ugly, he's quite...
Lydia's mood was like a punctured balloon, deflated.
She pouted, but this kind of person is doing her homework now!
Lydia suddenly became happy again.
This happy mood lasted until she woke up and had breakfast.
Then Kitty pulled her and walked towards the door of the study mysteriously, "Mom is talking to Dad."
"What does that have to do with us?" Lydia asked in confusion, "I don't think it has anything to do with it?"
Kitty winked at her, and the two of them tacitly walked lightly.
That's probably something interesting.
"Ah, listen," Kitty breathed softly.
Lydia approached through the gap in the door, watching Mrs. Bennet excitedly tugging at Mr. Bennet, "Have you heard? They're coming! You have to go!"
"What's coming?" Mr. Bennet frowned. "And I don't think I have any reason to go?"
"Oh, Mr. Bennet, you know exactly what I'm talking about!" complained Mrs. Bennet. "Here comes Mr. Bingley whom I mentioned last time!"
"I'm afraid it has nothing to do with my insistence on visiting him?" Mr. Bennet waved his book.
"What?" Lydia whispered to Kitty next to her, "Mr. Bingley, who earns four or five thousand pounds a year?"
That out-of-town gentleman who rented the Neyfield estate they mentioned earlier?
"I think so!" said Kitty excitedly.
"I told you," Elizabeth hurried over, pulling them back forcefully, "you can't eavesdrop on—"
"Five thousand pounds a year, Lizzie!" said Kitty excitedly.
"What five thousand pounds—" Jane also squeezed forward.
"Mr. Bingley," Lydia added, "don't squeeze me—"
Just then, the door opened.Mr. Bennet took the vase and was taken aback for a moment.He shrugged and said in surprise, "So many people?"
Then he quickened his pace and walked quickly towards the restaurant.
"You must promise me to visit him quickly," Mrs. Bennet followed, almost running with her skirts up, "my dear, you know, he must marry one of them!"
"I don't think I need it," said Mr. Bennet idly setting the vase.
Before Mrs. Bennet yelled in disappointment, he turned around and smiled at Mrs. Bennet, "I went there yesterday."
The room was quiet for a while, and then burst into cheers.
"Mr. Bennet, how can you be so bad!" Mrs. Bennet said angrily, "You can't pity my nerves!"
"I think so," he said lazily, "it has been my faithful companion all these years."
Everyone laughed, but Mrs. Bennet snorted.
"Dad, will they come to the dance next week?" Lydia asked expectantly.
This half a month is either in Africa or training, or staying at home and being carried by my sisters to practice dancing and recite knowledge points together.
Although the new teacher "she" is not as serious as Ms. Anne, she is not as friendly as Ms. Anne.
Although the class is just memorizing, reading books, and writing some reflections after reading, but Lydia is so bored!
Mr. Bennet kept it a secret on purpose, and waited for everyone to get a little anxious before answering this question slowly.
"I think so," he said.
Lydia jumped up, "Jane, those new dresses we made..."
She eagerly said, "Can I wear it?!"
"And we have new shoes made to order!" Kitty added. "I'm trying to match the headband I made earlier with the shoes!"
[I don't understand,] the system waited for Lydia to return to the room humming a song, and then asked inexplicably, [Since the host can live on his own ability in the future, why is he so excited about the gentleman who is coming soon? 】
Lydia picked up the skirt, feeling that there was a flaw in one or the other.
With the continuous courses, her vision has also improved, and sometimes she always feels that she spent a lot of money wrongly.
"How should I put it?" Lydia simply dropped the stack of skirts, lay down, and answered the system's questions seriously.
"Because the only way to meet strange men these days is through balls," she said. "You can't expect me to marry a guy who watched each other wet the bed when they were kids? I'm going to go crazy, I'm going to go crazy .”
【But you can go by yourself. 】
"It's hard for me to meet strangers in the first place, and I can only choose randomly to marry the person I like," she counted, "Even if I can escape boldly according to what you said, I can't even rent a house." A cheap carriage."
Lydia sighed, "This world itself is too difficult for the ladies."
[Host,] The system suddenly thought of a good idea, [I think you should need a tutor? 】
It looked at the one with the lowest price among the applicants, and it was very suitable, [Only need to provide catering, the real one, how about it? 】
"Teach me how to run away from home?" Lydia smiled, "Thank you, I don't think so."
Although she can tell a lot of truths now, the real reason is that she wants to go to the ball to breathe.
[Teach you how to get out of your comfort zone,] the system said seriously, [I think, you must at least understand that you are the one who is picky. 】
"Of course I'm being picky." Although Lydia didn't understand what the system was saying at all, she still refuted the system's statement.
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