[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

"Nice to meet you all," said Mr. Bingley with a smile, and he nodded. "We..."

Darcy frowned, looking at Lydia, who was not dressed in a way he had imagined.

In fact, before Mr. Bennet came to visit, he had already heard that this "Mr. Bennet" had five daughters, all of whom were very beautiful.

But because the possibility of having the same name was too great, he didn't think about the lady he met in the magical space.

After all, the island of Great Britain is so big, Darcy thought it was just a subtle coincidence at first.

But when Mr. Bennet talked about the age of his daughter easily and proudly, Darcy thought about it carefully, and the lively and lovely daughter who was fifteen or sixteen years old in his mouth was quite mysterious with the girl in another world. The wayward Miss Witch hooks up.

Could it be that we actually encountered it?

Perhaps this country, the Hertfordshire country?

Thinking of this, Darcy, who has always been tired of banquets, rarely considered the dress.

He even asked Charles, who claims to be suave and suave, to help him look and choose whether this shirt or that shirt is better.

He was even teased by Charles for being "really restrained and shy" because of this.

shy?he?

The result is…

Although I really saw someone, it was indeed the same person, and the faces matched.

But Darcy turned his gaze back again, looking at Lydia in front of her, with her rumpled skirt, no gloves, disheveled hair, and a little sweat on her face.

...I don't know what to say.

Darcy sensed that Caroline was looking over, and moved away from Lydia again.

It's not good to look at it for too long and cause misunderstandings.

But he still felt a little strange.How should I put it, it was as if the fairy godmother suddenly appeared for real.

Unbelievable, and a little bit of a surprise.

Darcy slowly thought about Lydia's expression, and felt that Lydia in this appearance was indeed very real.

After all, Lydia herself is basically like this in Africa. She can wear all kinds of shorts, trousers and shirts casually, carry pillars and pull rattan canes to hunt and cook.

Like a real witch, but also like a fearless mad girl.

Although she used to look like "I must be pretty when I go to the dance", she emphasized her etiquette and various aspects.

Darcy had thought she would be neater, more dignified, and more serious in reality.But in person, I saw Lydia circling in the banquet hall with disheveled hair and cheering.

It seems to feel quite interesting, there is a feeling of "she should be like this".

Charles beside him and Jane, the big girl from the Bennet family, looked at each other, and slid onto the dance floor as if she had been charmed by her.

In all fairness, Jane Bennet is indeed the most beautiful girl in the audience.

Darcy doesn't know whether it's better to get used to it or to complain. Charles has always had a good eye.

He looked at Lydia, who was huddled behind his sister, and suddenly remembered that he hadn't danced with her yet.

He originally wanted to take a step forward and try to invite this mysterious lady witch.

But she made her way through the crowd after the introduction, found the original partner, and slid into the joyful crowd again.

"Mr. Darcy," Caroline beside him looked at him with pleading eyes.

Caroline obviously wanted to go dancing too, but it was a bit difficult for her to dance her first dance with a stranger.

Darcy silently thought about his friend, nodded helplessly, and made an inviting gesture to Caroline.

Lydia looked at the dance partner beside her and subconsciously breathed a sigh of relief.

Fortunately, run fast! ! !

But when she looked around the entire hall with sharp eyes, she found that the seat just now was vacant.

And Darcy was in the middle of the dance floor with that Miss Bingley, walking gracefully, and feeling uncomfortable when dancing gracefully.

"What's the matter, Lydia," asked the dance partner beside her with concern, "Are you feeling unwell? Are you going to take a break?"

"I'm fine," she pouted, trying to shake off the bad mood, "let's continue."

Joyful music and hearty laughter followed one after another. Darcy and others politely danced with Miss Bingley and Mrs. Hurst, then stood on both sides, frowning, looking at the shoulder-to-shoulder crowd.

His eyes flicked from Lydia to the Bennet couple.

Suddenly there was a tap on the shoulder.

"Hey, Darcy," came Mr. Bingley's grinning voice from behind, "why don't you go dance? There are so many beautiful ladies."

"Your sister is still dancing with other people. I'm too lazy to strike up a conversation with someone I don't know." Mr. Darcy stared at the sweaty Charles Bingley, who was obviously playing well. "Not to mention the most beautiful girl at the party." dancing with you."

"Come on, Darcy," Charles patted his friend's shoulder indifferently, "go down and dance, you see, the other girls in the Bennet family are also very nice."

He pointed to Lydia who had just finished the break, grabbed Darcy who was about to turn her head to leave, and whispered, "Look, there are her sisters here, and the other ladies of the Bennet family are all free. gone."

"You know what you're saying here can only spoil your interest," Darcy didn't pay attention to what he said in the second half, and he said dullly, "I don't think I have to force myself and not Dance like that."

He didn't expect that this sentence was heard by Lydia, who was not one o'clock or two o'clock with sensitive ears.

Lydia, who was walking towards this side, froze for a moment, then angrily pulled Elizabeth away.

"What's the matter, Lydia?" Elizabeth was pulled away blankly, "Aren't you going to get a drink?"

Before she could react, she was pulled away.

"You're not going to please ladies like that, Darcy," sighed Charles. "I don't know what Caroline thinks of you."

His little sister was fascinated by Darcy, and there were many suitors, but the marriage has been dragged on until today.

"You'll have to ask her yourself," Darcy said bluntly, "but you, don't keep your little beauty waiting too long."

When Charles heard the words, he turned around and found that Jane stayed where he was, looking at him with bright eyes.

The ever gregarious gentleman trotted over, looking totally in love, and danced with Jane again.

Darcy watched the two come together before turning his head to look for Lydia.

Maybe you've already danced one?Should we take a break?

He had other things to say.

But looking at the empty place, Darcy frowned.

You were still here just now?

Gardens, secluded corners.

"I hate that Mr. Darcy," said Lydia angrily. "He's so rude!"

She actually thought that this person could still speak well!It was exactly the same as the beginning!Just a bastard who judges people by their appearance!

Pooh!

"What did he say?" Elizabeth asked curiously.

She didn't hear it, but just looked at Lydia's excited reaction, and vaguely guessed that it was not a good word.

"Say we're bad, don't want to dance with our girls," Lydia rolled her eyes, "Damn! He doesn't even take a mirror to look at himself!"

After watching so many videos with the system, her ability to swear has improved a lot.

"That's right," Elizabeth pondered, "That's really too much."

"It's really too much," Lydia retorted angrily, "it's super invincible and too much! It's too much, too much!"

"Okay, okay, I see. I see you are so excited," Elizabeth teased, "I thought you liked him?"

"Who would like him," Lydia subconsciously retorted, "follow his half Derbyshire?"

She tried her best to sarcasm, "Most people obviously have a good impression of him because they think he is rich!"

"Hey," Elizabeth teased, "that's the best way. Speaking of which, when we went out this morning, didn't there be a letter?"

She remembered that Hill seemed to be holding something and putting it in Mr. Bennet's study.

"It seems so," Lydia winked at her sister, "I guess Uncle Gardner's reply has arrived."

She really misses this generous and neat uncle!

"Let's go back first," Elizabeth couldn't help laughing, "You don't want to hear your mother nagging, do you?"

The two sisters looked at each other and smiled, and went back arm in arm.

When they walked in through the small door, they just ran into Mrs. Bennet pulling the embarrassed Jane, boasting to Mr. Bingley.

"How do you feel, Mr. Bingley?" said Mrs. Bennet exaggeratedly. "How did you dance with Jane?"

"Oh, yes, very pleasant, ma'am," said Mr. Bingley rather flatteringly, "your daughter is a very good dancer."

"Yes, yes," said Mrs. Bennet, "indeed, Jane is the best dancer in town, and she is very pretty."

Lydia's radar suddenly rang.

She stepped forward and took her mother's hand.

"Mum," she interrupted Mrs. Bennet, "can we go home?"

Then he glanced at Mr. Bingley and Mr. Darcy in embarrassment, bowed his head and saluted, and then turned to Mrs. Bennet.

"Lydia, I'm chatting with Mr. Bingley." Mrs. Bennet glanced at Lydia without much blame, "We'll be back in a while."

She glanced again at Charlotte, as if she wanted to blow Jane into the air by stomping on her.

"Mom," Elizabeth said helplessly, "I want to go home early."

"Me too," Mary hurried on.

"All right, all right," said Mrs. Bennet half-headedly, half-showy, "you see, there are so many girls in the house, and all of them are so beautiful, what a lot of trouble--"

"You are quite right, Mrs. Bennet," Bingley agreed. "I have a sister, a sister, and I have devoted a lot of time and energy to it."

The topic gradually shifted away from Jane, and Jane was relieved.

The last time my mother praised her, she even repeatedly said that someone wrote poems to her when she was a teenager!

This is too embarrassing.

Darcy stood aside, silently watching Lydia's shining eyes.

Before she said a word in private, she was going back?