[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

that lady?

Lydia recalled it for a long time, but she couldn't remember the specific name of this Miss de Boer.

Of course, maybe my cousin Collins thought it was too offensive, and he never mentioned the name of this "extremely honorable" lady in his mouth.

In fact, Lydia vaguely felt that this cousin's style of flattering was absolutely unique.His unique use of paragraphs, exquisite sentence matching, and very smooth and unembarrassing long speeches are definitely the best among pastors.

She felt from the bottom of her heart that if this cousin came to such a segment while praising God, God would probably like it.

"However, does this protective cover have any side effects?" Lydia asked with a little headache, "Will it cause damage to Miss De Boer?"

【If a clear mind and a gradually healthy body are damages, then it's really a bit bad for her," the system replied listlessly.

Lydia was half relieved, and then wondered how to get the protective cover back.

[There is a stamp on it, and my name is also written on it, which is exclusive to 101,] the system said, [As long as I see her at that time, I can get it back. 】

After a while, someone knocked on the door.

When she opened the door, her hair was curled up and she was wearing an ivory white dress. She had an elegant temperament and a high-spirited appearance, as if she was a beautiful, beautiful and holy Kitty like a Greek goddess.

[Host, stop, stop,] the system complained, [The infection from your cousin is too serious. 】

"Don't think I don't know that you're surreptitiously imitating Collins' compliments," said Kitty with a chuckle.

Holding a full pie and a couple of glasses of cider, she walked up to her, complaining loudly, and set it on her table.

"Next time you do something like this halfway," Kitty said dissatisfied, "Never expect me to cover it up for you again."

She was pestered by Cousin Collins opposite for at least half an hour because of Lydia's departure!

"It won't happen next time, oh no, there will never be a next time," Lydia said forgivingly, "I'm curious, what did he say that made you so angry?"

She kept stuffing pies and fruits into her mouth, and her hungry stomach was instantly satisfied.

"After you left, he asked us if you were not in good health," Kitty complained while nibbling on the pie, "asked about your health for half an hour, and then told us about it for an hour. The Miss de Boer. He should be glad that father finally turned the conversation to his words, otherwise I think the fire above mother's head is as high as the factory chimney in Hertfordshire."

She gestured exaggeratedly.

Indeed, it is extremely impolite to be a guest at home to hold on to the hostess’s discomfort for a while, grab Lydia to talk about something, and let her accompany that Miss de Boer.

Lydia's focus was elsewhere.

"Isn't this specially made for me?" Lydia quietly took another piece of apple pie, and aggrievedly received her sister's blow on the head.

"Eating so much at such a late hour, are you a pig raised on our farm?" Kitty snorted, "Of course I take the portion for five people." Bennet's piggies are not ordinary piggies , is the kind that can eat and sleep super.Of course, there is also a pretty good price.

But this does not prevent Lydia from choking on her sister.

"I'm a pig, what are you," she quipped, "a pig breeder?"

As if choking on the pie, Kitty slowed down, and continued, "Aren't you curious about the honorable lady heir?"

"Curious," Lydia shrugged, "but I can't even figure out why such a good pastor would—"

She looked at Kitty without saying a word, and the two reached a tacit consensus.

"It's more than that," Mary came in with the book in her arms, "he even seems to think that flattering is a science!"

She sat down softly, and touched the cover lovingly.

"What is this?" Lydia asked curiously.

She reached out to reach for it, but was dodged by the usually inflexible Mary.

"I won't tell you," Mary tilted her head, "hehe."

She put the book aside, took a glass of orange juice, took a sip as if she was enjoying it, and then was stimulated by the sour taste bursting from the tip of her tongue, and she burst into tears.

"You didn't add sugar?" said Mary disapprovingly. "It loses the soul of the orange juice!"

"Some would be nice to drink," snorted Kitty.

"So what are you doing in my room?" Lydia looked at the sisters who were talking to themselves, and asked her soul, "Have you finished your homework?"

"Of course—no," Elizabeth sprang up and tapped her little sister on the head.

Lydia covered her head, "It would be stupid to knock again!"

It was Jane who had a conscience and pulled her aside, "We suspect that Mom wants to marry you to Cousin Collins."

Lydia shuddered.

Thanks, I was intimidated.

She is now beginning to wonder if her ears have misheard, or if she did something wrong today.

This definitely doesn't exist, how could it be...

Except for Jane, Elizabeth was the prettiest in the family, not to mention a bright and perceptive girl indeed.

"I can't tell for a while whether it is mother who thinks Cousin Collins likes you terrible, or Cousin Collins who likes you is more terrible," Kitty patted her on the shoulder comfortingly, "but I think mother will definitely not be reconciled. The brain probably turned back."

Lydia thought so too.Her mother's attitude towards her seems to think that she can leapfrog to marry a lord...

"Even if mother is willing, it depends on whether you are willing or not," Elizabeth also said, "What's more, I feel that Mr. Collins probably doesn't like you, maybe it's just that mother thinks too much."

"System, you already knew about this?" Lydia asked.

[Don't worry,] the system replied, [He doesn't have any feelings for you, but he has a little affection for Elizabeth. 】

"Which one do you mean is better?" Lydia said with a headache.

The purpose of this cousin's visit is to choose one of the five young ladies in the family. The affairs of Jane and Mr. Bingley have not been settled, and Elizabeth also seems to have made up her mind to study at Cambridge University.

Not to mention that the protective cover that spent all her hard work is still on that Miss de Boer.

Things happened one after another, and she was almost overwhelmed by hanging up and beating her.

"Real life is unsatisfactory. In the past few days, I will stay in Africa to earn a fixed hard work value," Lydia said to the system.

The system agreed.

On the other side, Rosings Hill.

After a long rainy day, it was rare for it to clear up, and Miss de Boer, who had been indoors for a long time, rarely came out for a breath of air.

In the past two days, her asthma has improved a lot, which made her mother, the lady who is always arrogant and arrogant, also a little bit happy.

"Anne," Madam Catherine said with some concern as she put her arms around her daughter, "It's still a bit cold, let the maid get another coat." She looked at her daughter lovingly, her brows furrowed.

Although my daughter was wearing a summer skirt and a coat, she was born weak. Once she caught cold, she would have a high fever and sleepless nights.

"No need, Mom." Miss Ball patted her mother's hand reassuringly, "I feel pretty good. Did you send someone for me? Is there a lady named Bennet nearby?"

Holding the little fluffy thing in her hand, she was a little worried, "I hope I can find this missing lady soon. It must be very sad to lose such an important amulet."

The author has something to say: Today's update!

I modified it a little earlier, let me talk about it here

It was a coincidence that I conceived this story in the first place. It was basically a story of five sisters who became friendly with each other.

It's really hard for me to write bad things about people, so I designed a virtual classroom similar to a classroom, connecting several people together, which can be regarded as changing the temper of several people, and also putting Lydia among several people stuffed

I feel that there is still a lot to write about this story. I don’t have enough energy and time, and I can’t handle some details in place. Occasionally, I worry that everyone who is still following the article will be a little tired of what I wrote. In fact, I am a little distressed.

I still hope to have some feedback orz, everyone’s comments are also one of the ways to spur me