[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Lydia didn't even look at it, she just turned to the last page and signed her name smoothly.

She didn't remember to ask until she saw Elizabeth put the things into the document bag properly.

"What is it about?" Lydia asked curiously, "I forgot to read it."

She didn't think of it at all just now, but now she is a little curious.

"You really have no memory," Kitty said, tapping her head. "Lydia, you fool."

The pillow she held in her hand didn't hurt at all.

Lydia took the opportunity to grab it and pounce on Kitty.

"Hmph," Lydia didn't get up from the sofa until Kitty was so scratched that she smiled and said that she had surrendered.

Elizabeth leaned on the pillow, watching the two making a fuss comfortably.

"It's a joint reputation," Elizabeth said, "I found a lot of women who are well-known in the social and cultural circles to jointly support my proposal."

It didn't go well at first, with considerable stakeholder opposition, but the Queen was quite in favor.

The queen doesn't care. Is it true that a man is supposed to serve in the service in name, so is he really obliged to serve?

It's better to give money uniformly, or become a buyout system.

What's more, she doesn't think there is any difference between men and women. The best example is that she sits on the queen's seat, and her country is so prosperous.

"I signed too," said Mary.

She was carrying the suitcase, and her fiancé stood behind her, "He said he would come and spend the holidays with me."

Lydia saw Mrs. Bennet's eyes light up, and hurriedly went to the kitchen to gather food.

She smiled helplessly, and she might be scolded again later.

In addition to Mary's fiancé, Mr. Bingley also came to visit.

In addition, Mr. Le Ferroy, who was there at the beginning, and Mr. Sharp, who had the cheek to come over to eat and drink.

Among the five daughters, there are four sons-in-law, only Lydia has remained silent for a long time.

During the walk, sure enough, Mrs. Bennet mentioned this.

"Lydia, I think the assistant next to you is very good." Mrs. Bennet took Lydia's hand and looked sideways at Lydia. Quite Feng is also good for you."

"It's good for me because I'm the captain and his boss," Lydia explained helplessly, "Mom, don't think so much..."

"Nonsense," Mrs. Bennet glared at her. "The way he looked at you was exactly the same as the way Mr. Bingley looked at Jane at that time. Could I still be wrong?"

Lydia was silent.

"Well, Mom," she said with difficulty, "he may not be looking at me, but the newly prepared plant sample in the bottle."

Mrs. Bennet glanced at her daughter, who was getting longer and more beautiful.

"Can't you pay attention to yourself," she said bitterly.

The youngest daughter who was once the most active activist at the ball is now holding bottles and jars as treasures.

"I'm not talking about you," Mrs. Bennet said earnestly, "Your four sisters already have someone they like, if you don't..."

"What are you worried about?" A lady walked towards her, holding her daughter's arm, "Worried that your famous Lydia won't get married?"

Her tone was harsh enough.

"No, no, no," Mrs. Bennet said calmly at this moment, "I'm not worried about that."

She raised her voice, "I'm afraid that there are too many young talents here. I can't see it. What if the gate of the house is stepped on and collapsed. You know, Lydia's brothers-in-law are all young and promising. , why should I worry that Lydia won't find a husband."

She said in a strange way, "It's not like your Miss Jin, when will you get married?"

This sentence really poked the lady's trachea.

"Don't be complacent," she said viciously, "Looking at Lydia's appearance, I think any gentleman with some taste and requirements would not want to marry a lady who is away from home all day as his wife."

The lady picked up her daughter and walked to the side, while Lydia looked at Miss Jin and smiled helplessly.

The relationship between the two is not very good, just a nodding acquaintance.

But Miss Jin has a rich dowry, and she doesn't worry about her future life, it's just that her family is a little anxious when she sees her getting older.

After taking a walk with her mother, Lydia went back to wash up, then lay down on the bed and slept for a while.

Half asleep and half awake, the sound of thunder and rain sounded, as if flowing in her ears, Lydia yawned and turned over.

Light thunder rolled across the sky, and Lydia heard someone calling her name.

The voice seemed to be covered by the thunderstorm, if there was nothing, but the familiar one could not be more familiar.

Lydia was so disturbed by the noise that she couldn't sleep, scratched her hair, and walked barefoot to the window, trying to see which acquaintance was yelling outside.

The heavy rain also prevented people from sleeping.

Pushing open the wooden shutters, a familiar figure stood out in the rain.

His clothes were soaked, but he was still calling her name.

Does not seem to have an umbrella.

Thinking of this, Lydia casually put on a few clothes, put on her shoes and ran outside.

Passing by the door, I didn't forget to take an umbrella, and then ran towards my seat under the window.

It happened that Mary was sitting in the living room writing with her fiancé, and she raised her eyebrows unexpectedly.

"Where are you going, Lydia?" Mary asked.

"I'll tell you when I get back!" Lydia said.

The mud splashed by the rain hit her feet and splashed on the hem of her favorite skirt, she didn't seem to notice it.

It was the first time for Lydia to run so fast with the ever-shrinking distance, and secretly hated that her house was quite big.

Panting, she raised the umbrella over Darcy's head, "Why did you come out without an umbrella?"

Darcy took the big, roomy umbrella and turned the ribs a little.

Lydia didn't realize that his palms were cold the moment she touched him.

She immediately took Darcy to the house, "Hurry up, hurry up, it won't be better if you catch a cold later."

Pulling Darcy's sleeve to pull him there, and occasionally dislike Darcy for walking too slowly.

Darcy held her silently.

Lydia looked over suspiciously.

"I'm glad," he said, "I'm glad you care so much about me."

His voice was hoarse and seemed a little dry.

Hearing what he said, Lydia almost felt the fur around her explode.

"I, I, I don't care about you!" Lydia insisted, "I don't!"

Darcy seemed to hear this, and lowered his head as if disappointed.

His originally stretched eyebrows and eyes gathered together again, looking depressed.

The two were in a stalemate in the rain. After a while, it was Lydia who broke the situation first.

"Let's go, you don't care if I care about you or not," Lydia said awkwardly, "It will be a 'cold' to care about you later."

Her statement made Darcy smile.

Lydia pulled Darcy towards the door, and Mary raised her eyebrows quite unexpectedly when she saw Darcy.

However, she still planned to get up and serve a bowl of hot soup to this suspected "brother-in-law".

Before Mary got up, her fiancé pushed Mary down, went to the kitchen familiarly, helped Darcy heat up some soup, and found his own change of clothes, which he lent to him.

Lydia admired everything.

"So why is he here?" asked Mary. "It's a thunderstorm, no umbrella, and dirt underfoot. He didn't come here from Derbyshire to find you?"

Lydia shook her head subconsciously, "I can't, maybe I didn't bring an umbrella when I went out, and the servant went to fetch things."

She stared at Darcy, and told the servants to help him clean up a room, and at the same time told him to go to bed after drinking.

Darcy was surprised, "Don't you want to ask me what I did?"

He remembered that Lydia had always been very curious, and she never gave up until she got the answer.

"Nothing is more important than going to sleep first," Lydia ordered, "After drinking, go to sleep, and I'll ask you when I get up."

Not seeing her for two years, her childishness seems to have faded a lot.

Darcy nodded with a smile, and consciously followed the servant upstairs.

Lydia looked at his back and let out a sigh of relief.

"System, can you tell me what you are hiding from me?" Lydia asked.

[The host has no way to know now,] the system hesitated and said, [The host can ask Mr. Darcy to tell the host. 】

"That must have something to do with me," said Lydia firmly.

Leaning against the wall with her arms around her chest, she said unhappily, "I'll find out anyway. If you don't say it like this, I can also ask."

[The system can't say,] The system explained bitterly, [Insufficient permissions. 】

"So Darcy has higher authority than you?" Lydia pulled out a bit, and immediately asked, "Why, he is going to be an official? Your official in the main god space?"

The system stopped talking immediately.

Seeing that she couldn't get anything to say from the system, Lydia sighed in disappointment.

By the time Darcy woke up and came down, the rain had almost stopped.

Several other people had gone out for the dinner. Mrs. Bennet knew Darcy was here before she left, and she smiled at her mysteriously, and said that there was no room in the car, and there were guests at home, so they could not be left alone at home.

Lydia had to stay and wait for Darcy to get up.

During this period, Lydia played with the specimen twice, wrote another manuscript, and drew a sketch.

Lydia was sketching a potted plant when Darcy came down.She looked at the potted plant intently, raised her pen to roughly estimate the size, and then lowered her head to draw carefully.

The light and shadow hit her side face, making it look quiet and beautiful.

It was a quiet and peaceful mood, which seemed to convey a message to Darcy through the invisible air—a message of home.

"Lydia," he began, "I'm coming down."

Lydia stood up.She had heard Darcy's footsteps a long time ago, but she didn't know what to do, so she simply pretended not to hear them.

She turned her head to look at Darcy. It seemed that he hadn't changed much in the past two years.

"us…"

"I…"

The two spoke at the same time, and then paused at the same time, as if they did not expect to have such a tacit understanding with each other.

"Shall we go for a walk?" said Darcy. "Shall we go for a walk?"

This is obviously an invitation, and it couldn't be more straightforward.

"Okay," Lydia agreed.

She straightened the hem of her skirt and followed Darcy who stepped out of the door first.