[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

After a very slow movement, Lydia got out of bed, changed her clothes, and gently pushed Annie awake.

She waited for Annie to wake up slowly, also yawning, looked left and right and changed her clothes before going downstairs holding Annie's hand.

After the two enjoyed breakfast, Anne planned to take her around the house.

Lydia had never been to Rosings Manor, and it was time for her, one of the hosts, to do her best.

The Rosings Manor is indeed magnificent and magnificent. It is hard to imagine how exaggerated and majestic the builder conceived the architecture of this manor at that time.

Lydia looked at the oil paintings on the wall full of historical traces almost in admiration.

She stands on top of a huge portrait.

In the center of the picture was a rather soft-looking black-haired aristocratic woman, leaning on the back of the chair, taking a nap with her eyes closed.The book in her left hand was slightly closed, and the gentle orange light fell on the corners of her eyes and lips, making her look extremely beautiful.

Her other hand was resting on her lap, rose vines were quietly winding around the wall beside her, and the sea in the distance was flickering with sporadic lights.

"Pretty, isn't it?" A familiar voice came from beside him.

Darcy came slowly, "The picture is my grandmother."

Lydia looked at him rather unexpectedly.

It's not because Anne is gone and replaced by her cousin, but because Darcy's words and deeds are unusual at this time.

Darcy seldom mentions his family in front of him, especially those who have passed away.

"I got my black hair from her," Darcy said. "She was a good elder, but I was too young to remember the details when she died."

"God will not be harsh on a person like her," Lydia comforted.

Lydia quietly leaned against Darcy and held his hand, trying to comfort him.

What she didn't expect was that Darcy held her hand instead.

Then, Darcy gently put his palm close to the side frame of the painting near the lake.

Lydia's field of vision was occupied by fierce white light, she had to close her eyes to temporarily block the too intense light.

When she opened her eyes, she felt that she had fallen into an illusion.

"A new skill you have mastered?" Lydia said in disbelief.

In front of him was the sea in the evening, and the sky was a grayish blue.

Darcy nodded and pulled her to the other side.

"I used to be around here when I was a boy," said Darcy, "and here, I remember, there is a boat."

Some distance away from a reef, he let go of Lydia's hand, told her not to move, and went around behind the reef.

Lydia circled around with her toes boredly, pointing to the white stones on the ground.

She wasn't particularly sure why Darcy had brought her here, but she guessed a little.

Darcy pulled out a small sailboat from behind, and the boat didn't look shabby, and it was very roomy.

He took Lydia's hand and let her go first.

The night was getting dark.The light from the distant lighthouse glowed, reflected on the water, fluctuating slightly.

The stars of the sky have also appeared in the vastness and depth of the deep velvet curtain, like diamonds.

Lydia breathed a sigh of relief and lit the lamp on the boat.

Darcy took the oars, and handed her one too.

The sea was calm, and Darcy probably wasn't as nervous as he appeared on the surface.

Although he didn't show his nervousness to the surface, Lydia sneaked a glimpse of his fingers clenched under his sleeve.

Lydia couldn't figure out why Darcy thought going to sea would be a good idea.

"I thought you would think it a good idea to have Lady Catherine or Anne look on," said Lydia.

"With other people around, I thought I might be a little nervous," Darcy said frankly.

The lights were dim, and Lydia seemed to be the only one reflected in his eyes.

"I don't think you're relaxed without anyone else around," Lydia teased him.

Darcy glanced at her a little angrily, as if he didn't expect her to be joking at such a time.

"Great, well," he said in surrender, "I didn't expect you to be so open about it. You know, if I succeed, this will be the first marriage proposal you've ever accepted. Proposals are always nice .”

"What if I don't agree?" Lydia asked suddenly.

"That's okay," Darcy said frankly. "Actually, I don't think I have enough charm to break your heart. So I chose this place. At least the lights are dim, so I won't be particularly embarrassed when I get depressed."

"At least now, it seems that you have a good chance of winning," Lydia comforted, "Look, at least we are a fiancee in name."

She was evidently referring to Darcy's passage through Mr. Bennet's threshold.

"I think the admirable Miss Lydia wouldn't mind putting on a few to add to her legendary record," Darcy said.

He seemed to be in a happier mood at this time, and even made fun of Lydia.

Lydia glared at him unhappily.

Who said last time that she would not laugh at her with that overly exaggerated compliment in the newspaper?

The evening wind blows across the sea, bringing calm ripples.

Lydia seemed to still be able to hear the sound of the waves beating against the rock wall, and the seagulls seemed to be singing too, and the romance seemed extraordinary.

"I've thought about it for a long time," Darcy said, holding Lydia's hands tightly and looking straight into her eyes. "Look, no one is more in tune with us, is there? I hope to spend my life with you, I I have also struck a balance, will you marry me?"

His words looked more decent than last time.

Lydia shook her head and looked directly at him.

"I think there's something else I must tell you," she said.

"What's the matter?" Darcy smiled wryly, "Now I always feel that it seems that not so straightforward a rejection is a kind of victory."

He had to admit that he always saw so much uncertainty in Lydia that he couldn't even believe that he could really let her marry him.

"If you marry me, Mr. Darcy," said Lydia, "I swear you marry a woman who has never done anything to disgrace you, and never will. But you know, my profession keeps me from You, once rumors spread, our identities are not equal, do you understand what I mean?"

She looked at her sweetheart, "I don't think our distance is a problem, but I am afraid that the rumors caused by the distance will make our hearts alienated."

"I don't think that's a problem, Lydia," Darcy said. "That's why I chose to be the system."

He understands the distance between the two, so he chooses to make the distance no longer a distance.

[Hey, you haven't taken office yet,] the system yelled dissatisfied, [Can you take care of the single system? 】

It was almost overwhelmed by the sour taste of love.

"Give you a day off with pay," Darcy said directly, "Remember to play a song for us before you leave."

[Okay boss,] the system said, [Leave immediately. 】

Darcy's words were applauded by the system, and before it left, it didn't forget to play the tune that Darcy asked it to.

The sound of the piano flows slowly on the calm sea, rising and falling with the waves.

The moonlight shone on Lydia's body, as if covering her with a layer of white gauze.

"One more question," Lydia said, "I will never endure any inquiries about these after marriage. I hope you will always maintain the most basic trust in me. Can you accept it? If you think it is too If it’s too much, then please hurry back to Pemberley Manor in Derbyshire and leave me alone as if I’ve never seen you before.”

After all, if she didn't hurry up, she might not be able to help but beat Darcy to calm down.

"That's not too much, I'm surprised you even asked that question," said Darcy, "I won't let you go."

He raised Lydia's hand and kissed her fingertips lightly.

"Is that reassuring, Miss Lydia?" Darcy asked. "Is there an answer now? Yes? No?"

He looked up, looked Lydia in the eye, "Or, 'Go away, you frivolous fool'?"

Lydia laughed amusedly, but then she became serious again.

"I have to be honest with you, I've known I liked you for a while," Lydia said.

She looked at Darcy half kneeling on the boat, "But just now, I decided that I want to love you, just like loving every one of my relatives."

She couldn't believe the feeling at first.It is so fragile that any unexpected thought can destroy it.With the lessons learned from her family members, she was even a little afraid of this short Miaomiao, fearing that she and Darcy would be reduced to the level of her father and mother, which even made her have the urge to tear up this little Miaomiao with her own hands.

It wasn't until love slowly and slowly soaked her in things again and again that she suddenly realized that there might still be something different.

"The answer is..." An indescribable joy welled up in Darcy's heart.

"I accept," Lydia said briskly.

She then kissed her new fiancé on the cheek, "Hello, my 'new' fiancé."

Darcy grinned dumbly.

He took Lydia's hand, almost wanting to dance with her on the boat.

It was Lydia who stopped him.

"I don't think it's the best chance to dance," Lydia said nervously. "You don't want my new dress to flip into the water, and you have a great shark fight on a day like this?"

This remark made Darcy laugh again.

"I'm not worried about that," Darcy said briskly, "then let's go to the center of the sea."

"Here, you let me row the boat right after you proposed?" Lydia said incredulously, "I've only been on vacation for a few days!"

"After all, there is no one else around," Darcy said, "otherwise, how could I be willing to make you too tired?"

Lydia had no choice but to wave the paddle angrily, and rowed the boat to the middle of the sea with Darcy.Fortunately, it seems that because of being in the painting, it is as effortless as rowing a boat in the lake, and you can even feel that you are getting closer to the moon.

As soon as she got to the middle of the sea, Lydia breathed a sigh of relief.

Then she couldn't wait to let go of the paddle, and lay down carefully.

"Look, Darcy," she looked at her fiancé beside her, "do the stars in the sky look like the ones you saw in Africa before?"

She was talking about the first time, when the two of them stared at the stars in a daze.That was also the first time when Darcy became irresistibly attracted to Lydia.

Darcy turned his head and looked at her gently.

"I think so," he said.

The author has something to say: Annie who hid in the corner and eavesdropped: ?You stood in front of the portrait for a while, and then decided to live forever?

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