[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

The morning light is still good, shining into this spacious country house.

John Watson sat on the leather swivel sofa in the study, shaking out today's morning newspaper, frowning and thinking about something.

Although his friend Sherlock Holmes was invited, he was quite anti-customer.

The great detective is concentrating on using the copper microscope he "gifted to Watson", carefully adjusting the gears to observe the things under the lens, picking up the pen from time to time, and writing something in the open notebook on the side.

Suddenly, the retired detective said without raising his head, "So Watson, have you decided to solve this matter thoroughly?"

He was obviously referring to the incident at Rosings Manor a few nights ago. In fact, the Mr. Heathcliff involved in Miss De Boer obviously did not make any contribution to the society after returning home, imprisoning his wife, Torturing and killing adoptive brothers and coveting wives' sister-in-laws, such inhumane things have not been left behind.

As the local sheriff, Watson obviously has to deal with this. On the one hand, he must live up to his duties, and on the other hand, he needs to be worthy of his conscience.

Watson turned to him, put down the newspaper in his hand, and said jokingly, "Holmes, it seems you know it again?"

In the past ten years or so, he has almost gotten used to Holmes' careful scrutiny, which made Holmes sigh.

Holmes put down what he was holding and turned around abruptly, causing the table to creak.

"Please, take it easy, Holmes," said Watson slowly. "I really don't want this to be the first thing to blow my eardrums out since I moved here. If you do, Mary will absolutely Complain to me all afternoon."

The "Mary" he called was his wife, the mistress of the house.

"Then let's talk about something else," said Holmes, leaning back on the table. "An afternoon dinner, I suppose?"

He asked, "Do you know anything about Miss Bennet?"

"If you are asking about her relationship with Lady Catherine's nephew, Mr. Darcy," said Watson, "it is obvious that they must be lovers."

This is obviously easy to judge for a person who is not young.

"No, no, no," said Holmes, "not only that, but she does not seem to intend to give up her career, and has some hesitation about this relationship."

"How do you know that?" Watson put the newspaper on the coffee table and stood up while supporting the sofa. "I don't think I have told you much about her family background?"

"So you haven't seen how I have deduced these things." Holmes folded his hands on his chest, and the windbreaker behind him swayed slightly, "Watson, if you use the logical reasoning I have taught you, you can always find something. There are clues, not what it is now."

"I confess I am taken aback by this, my dear Holmes," said Watson briskly, "but as lunchtime comes, I think we must go down to dinner, don't we?"

Holmes cast a steady glance at him, "Perhaps you are right."

The protagonist they are talking about is holding a pole, flicking the white ball on the ground left and right flicking boredly.

"I don't know why you think this is a fun activity," Lydia complained.

She didn't like this very restricted movement, especially in front of Lady Catherine, who obviously couldn't switch back to men's clothes.

Playing golf in a dress that cinches at the waist is like going to sea in a dress.

Not to mention that Lydia is not omnipotent. She tried to find a position several times, but failed to drive the ball into the hole.

Lydia held the pole angrily, "I don't believe I can't get in!"

A hand behind her reached Lydia's pole.

It's Darcy.

He held Lydia's waist seriously, and carefully taught her how to do it.

Lydia's mind completely drifted away from the ball in front of her.

She turned her head to look at Darcy, there were a few locks of sweat-soaked hair on his serious and meticulous side face.

Lydia reached out and carefully brushed the hair back behind him.

There was an itch.

Darcy said helplessly, "Look at the ball on the ground and concentrate on it, Lydia."

Inexplicably, Lydia couldn't help but said, "The ball is not as interesting as you."

Darcy was amused by her sweet words.

"I see what you mean," said Darcy.

He held Lydia's pole helplessly, drove the ball into the hole, and then took Lydia's hand and walked under the parasol on the other side of the court.

"Go down and have some dessert, some tea or coffee," Darcy said with a slight smile, "are you satisfied, Miss Lydia?"

"That may have to add a 'Mr. Darcy' card to the gentleman sitting next to me," said Lydia, "but anyway, why do you know that Mr. Holmes?"

Darcy looked at her unexpectedly, "Oh, I don't seem to have told you what's going on. He was the detective who recovered George Wickham before the incident happened. Mr. Holmes and my My father is an old friend, he was handling a case nearby at that time, so I entrusted him..."

the other side.

Anne and her mother, Lady Catherine, sat on comfortable outdoor chairs and enjoyed their interaction.

She put down the porcelain cup with twigs in her hand, leaned back slightly, and watched the two go to the other side.

"They really do match, don't they?" exclaimed Anne.

"Maybe, my dear." Madam Catherine moved a little uneasy, "I think, although I do admit that Lydia is a good girl, I still can't judge whether she is suitable for Fitzwilliam. He may It is more suitable for some girls who are more law-abiding, gentle and family-friendly."

She looked at Lydia who went away with her nephew, and always felt that it was impossible for her to stay at home honestly after marriage.

"Mom, you know Lydia's temperament," Anne said, "I don't think they will have any conflicts because of this. Cousin Darcy is a bit indifferent in dealing with others, but his carefulness and caution are not fake. The two must have discussed it." After finishing these things, we will negotiate with each other and decide on this marriage."

"But the negotiation is not the final result," said Lady Catherine. "You are still too young, Anne. I thought Lydia would like some gentlemen who are gentler and kinder, who can accompany her on the expedition, and the status may be slightly lower. A little, not a decent gentleman like Fitzwilliam. And Fitzwilliam, I am afraid that he will abandon the family business just to go on a trip with Lydia, and that would be a big joke."

"But Lydia looks bright like that, doesn't she?" said Anne. "I don't think there's anything wrong with it. It's not me and Cousin Darcy, anyway, and if that's the case, they're both fine."

"Perhaps you are right," said Lady Catherine thoughtfully, "but is our guest coming?"

On the other side, Watson, who got off the carriage, took a few steps forward and knocked on the door.

He looked at the towering building in front of him, "It really has the accumulation of history, doesn't it?"

His friend Holmes shrugged his shoulders noncommittally.

Soon, someone opened the door.

"Good day, sir," said the maid.

"Is Lady Catherine at home?" said Watson cheerfully. "We are here at her invitation."

"Then you must be Mr. John Watson, the Sheriff," the maid replied softly, "I will inform you, please come in and sit in the study for a while."

She opened the hall and led them in. She took the hat and cane from the two and placed them on the other side.

Soon, Lady Catherine led her juniors over.

After some polite greetings, the maid served tea and snacks, and the two leaned back a little, and began to tell stories.

Taking care of the women present, it was not an overly bloody case involving murder or fighting with weapons, so Watson picked a case about royal family secrets that had been published in newspapers, at least 15 years ago.

In other words, this case that claimed to affect the course of European history was solved quietly when Lydia was only a few years old.

Lydia clasped her hands, and Lady Catherine and Anne were also sitting upright, listening intently.

The heroine, Ms. Irene Adler, seems to be not only a superb singer, but also an extremely skilled adventurer.

Hearing the word adventurer, Lydia and Darcy looked at each other, then smiled knowingly.

In Watson's mouth, this lady is obviously resourceful, her courage, and her carefulness are all admirable.

Holmes closed his eyes, leaning on the sofa, and seemed to have fallen asleep.

But the corners of his mouth raised from time to time, which obviously meant that he was not only listening, but also listening seriously.

After hearing the story, several other people happily talked about Holmes' disguise in the case, but Lydia sighed very softly.

She thought that no one could hear the sigh, but she didn't expect Watson to turn to her sharply.

"Why are you sighing, Miss Bennet?" Watson asked a little puzzled, "I thought that a lady like you would like this Ms. Adler very much?"

This question made Lydia stunned for a moment, but then she remembered that this gentleman used to be a military doctor.

"I have to admit that I quite like this Ms. Irene," Lydia said frankly. "I just occasionally feel that she is not a person in the first place, and I feel a little sad about it than the time she wasted."

"The word entrusted and inhuman is over," Annie said playfully. "They are not on the same level. This sentence is enough to describe them, I think."

Indeed, this resourceful lady and the king who easily broke his promise and dared not take responsibility are completely on the same level, but this is obviously not what they should say.

"Now, girls," began Lady Catherine, interrupting them, "it's time for supper, my dear."

She got up and turned to Watson and Holmes. "I take it you don't mind going to the restaurant with us?"

"Our pleasure, Lady Catherine," replied Watson, glancing at Holmes.

After the meal, they met for a walk for a while before they decided to say goodbye and leave.

Darcy sent people to the door and opened the door for them himself, "I hope you and Mr. Holmes spent a wonderful afternoon here."

"I think so," said Watson.

He picked up the gloves on the table, and Holmes took the cane and hat beside him, put them on neatly and nodded to Darcy.

"Good-bye, then," said Darcy.

"Goodbye, little Mr. Darcy," said Watson, "thanks to Lady Catherine and your hospitality, and sincerely wish you and your fiancée a smooth, happy and healthy life after solving such a little trouble."

Seeing Darcy's stunned expression, Watson smiled.

It wasn't until they got into the carriage slowly that Watson couldn't help laughing.

"My God, Holmes," he said, leaning on his cane and looking at his friend, "Mr. Darcy looked astonished. I finally know how interesting a little drama is."

"However," Watson asked again with some doubts, "speaking of it, old friend, why did you ask me to tell this story about 'that lady'?"

The corners of Holmes' lips curled slightly in response to his question.

"My dear Watson," he said casually, "that is up to you to decide."

The author has something to say: Watson: ?Why do you want me to guess again?

The "Scandal in Bohemia" mentioned in the extra episode: The king and princess of Bohemia were about to get married, but they were threatened by this lady because they had intimate photos with their lover Irene Adler when they were young.In order to settle the matter, His Majesty the King turned to Sherlock Holmes, hoping to get the picture back.I personally think that the biggest difference between the king and Irene is that the king considers himself as the top of the nobility, and it is impossible for him to marry the lower/middle-class Irene. arrogance.He did recognize Irene's beauty and intelligence, and thought she would make a good queen, but regretted her unequal class.

The quite profound class consciousness and arrogance and prejudice embodied in this are actually similar to each other / whispering

I hope this episode is not too ooc/put your hands together and pray