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"Invite me?" Lydia was extremely surprised.

Katie was still on the side and added very displeased: "I think if we go together, Mr. Bingley will be very happy to welcome us."

Lydia looked over, and the helpless look in her eyes made Katie quiet down all of a sudden.

Obviously, the previous beating on this unreliable sister was very effective.

Mrs. Bennet quite agrees with Katie's thoughts: "Mr. Bingley will indeed welcome us, but Katie..."

She rubbed Katie's head: "For a while, we can't bother Jane's affairs."

Mrs. Bennet raised her head and looked out of the window expectantly, she couldn't help repeating in her mouth: "My lovely Jane is going to marry soon... she will marry such a gentleman soon... ..."

Jane was a little embarrassed: "Mom..."

After a while, Mrs. Bennet was always intoxicated waiting for Mr. Bingley's invitation letter.Every day, she dresses up Jane very carefully. .

Sure enough, since Elizabeth got engaged, Lydia was no longer Mrs. Bennet's favorite daughter.Obviously, every daughter who is about to get married can be promoted to her favorite treasure.

Just like now, Jane has been tightly hugged by Mrs. Bennet, as if she couldn't express how much she loves her, she is full of joy and satisfaction.

Mary ran over secretly, poked Lydia's hand, and joked: "If you want to become mother's favorite daughter again, just find a man and marry him..."

Lydia rolled her eyes, turned her head and tapped Mary's head lightly: "It seems like you would do that!"

Mary's face was slightly condensed, as if thinking of something, her head sank a little.

Lydia was secretly alert, she must have hit Mary's sore spot.Obviously, a rather ordinary-looking girl, among five daughters, must have been neglected by her parents for a long time.

So much so that she would be so intoxicated in the book.

"Mary, do you want to go horseback riding with me?" Lydia thought for a moment before asking.

There was some surprise in Mary's eyes, and she nodded quickly.

Although Mr. Bennet's real estate is not much, it is also acceptable.

At least, it has its own manor and horse farm, as well as a wide area of ​​planting land.

This also gives enough space for the two girls to enjoy the pleasure of riding.

"The horses in Dad's horse farm are really good!" Mary obviously rarely came to this place, and even her eyes, which were usually immersed in ink, became extremely bright.

Lydia did not respond to such words.

Mr. Bennet's stable is not large, and there are not many horses in it.More horses are used to transport goods or carriages.There are only a few horses that can be regarded as barely racing horses.

Lydia, who had been in the equestrian club in her previous life, patted the horse's neck lightly.This move made the horse snort very comfortably, and even the interaction with Lydia became more intimate.

"Oh, Lydia!" Mary looked envious when she saw it, "You must teach me why these horses like you so much."

Lydia turned her head and agreed with a smile.

These days, as a lady, the posture of riding a horse is actually sitting sideways.

This news didn't wake up to Lydia until she saw Mary's actions.

Sitting sideways is naturally very graceful, revealing the woman's graceful figure very smoothly.but……

Lydia pouted.

This way of sitting is also doomed to let the horse walk slowly.There is no such thrill of running at all.

Anyway, Lydia has also learned a thing or two in the equestrian club.Although it may not be really learned in the end, it is still possible to let the horse run in small steps, and even if you are more courageous, you can barely run it.

After experiencing that feeling, who can be satisfied with walking slowly.

Lydia looked around to see if there was no one around, and when she reached a more remote place, she turned around on horseback in a very cool way under Mary's surprised gaze.

Unexpectedly, he got on his horse just like that.

"Lydia?" Mary's eyes widened.

But the only response to her was Lydia's extremely cheerful laughter, and the sound of the horse's hooves, which was not fast, but very rhythmic.

"This is life!" Lydia said to herself, her legs tightened on the horse's belly, and she pressed the waves on the bumpy horse's back at a faster speed.

The refreshing wind passed by Lydia's ears, making her feel the coolness of autumn approaching for the first time.

After a whole afternoon of joy, even my legs became a little sore from exhaustion.Lydia was finally satisfied, and she boarded the carriage home with Mary.

Marie seldom rode, and apparently enjoyed the afternoon very much.Not to mention, Lydia also taught her how to interact with horses.

A little brown pony who was usually very quiet snorted at Mary, which made her extremely excited all day.

"Lydia!"

When the carriage finally stopped, Lydia heard Mrs. Bennet's voice.

"Mom?" she asked.

Mrs. Bennet still had a look of joy, just like she looked at Jane with satisfaction these days.However, this time the smile on his face was directed at Lydia.

This made her a little worried.

"This afternoon, there is a letter." Mrs. Bennet looked expectantly, "It's from Mr. Bernal!"

Bernal?

Lydia's eyes widened slightly, and she quickly got out of the carriage.

"This is his letter, open it and have a look." Mrs. Bennet urged eagerly.

Lydia smiled and put away the letter, with a mischievous expression on her face: "Mom, I will find a quiet place to read it carefully."

Mrs. Bennet obviously didn't expect such a development. She couldn't see the letter from this lovely gentleman in the first place, especially if it was dedicated to her own daughter. It almost broke her heart.

Although she hadn't really read Richard's letters in the past few times, she also solemnly announced to Lydia that she would be heartbroken.

As always, Lydia waited until evening before reading the letter quietly under the light.

"Tell me quickly!" Mrs. Bennet couldn't wait any longer and walked over quickly, "What did Mr. Bernal say?"

Lydia pursed her lips. Even a person who has experienced it like her has to admit that Richard is indeed a pleasing gentleman.

"He said that the thoroughbred horse in the racecourse gave birth to two excellent mares," Lydia said.

Mrs. Bennet nodded again and again: "And then?"

Lydia smiled: "He said, maybe I would like such a horse..."

After listening to Mrs. Bennet, she screamed excitedly, just like every time Lydia relayed it to her.

"My God, Bernal must be very much in love with you!" cried Mrs. Bennet. "My dear Lydia, you are so lovely!"

Obviously, for Mrs. Bennet, every daughter is perfect.All lovely gentlemen will be intoxicated in front of them.

"Lydia, tell me quickly. How do you feel about Mr. Bernal?" Mrs. Bennet grabbed Lydia's cuff and asked anxiously.

When Lydia was asked this question suddenly, she was a little at a loss for a while.

A few times before, she was able to calmly pour a basin of cold water over Mrs. Bennet's head.

However, after sending letters again and again, Lydia also gradually began to feel that Richard was rare and cute.

Whether it's the pony this time, or the exchange of knowledge about the journey, Lydia is always moved.

This feeling is like she has become younger and has become that innocent little girl.I always feel a bit of a violent heartbeat for a letter from a man.

"When will Mr. Bernal come back?"

This question gradually rose to the same level of importance in Mrs. Bennet's mouth as when Mr. Bingley's invitation letter came.

"Don't worry, Jane." Elizabeth snuggled up to Jane's side, comforting softly, "It's only been half a month."

Jane nodded, with the usual calm smile on her face: "I didn't, Liz."

Elizabeth touched Jane's hair, smiled, and did not speak.

Lydia sat beside them and joked in a low voice: "Of course Jane won't be in a hurry, after all, Mr. Bingley's figure appears very often on the plain behind!"

Elizabeth opened her eyes wide, extremely surprised: "Really?"

"My God!" She thumped Jane, "You haven't even told me!"

Lydia raised her eyebrows, gently rubbed Jane's reddish cheeks, and joked with Elizabeth together: "Mr. Bingley is working very hard to meet Jane more times!"

Autumn is here, and the weather is getting cooler.

But Mr. Bingley still rode on the grass so frequently, and his mind was naturally very clear.

Jane blushed, and gave Lydia and Elizabeth a thump: "Stop teasing me like this!"

While they were playing around, the sound of a carriage sounded outside.

"It's the postman!"

After a while, Mrs. Bennet's voice was heard: "Oh, that's very nice! A letter from Miss Bingley!"

Elizabeth and Lydia smiled at each other, and turned their heads to look at Jane with a bit of ridicule: "It seems that even if we decide to let you go, poor Mr. Bingley will never let you go!"

Jane smiled, but the happiness on her face was hard to hide.

Mrs. Bennet came in, very eagerly: "Get ready! Miss Bingley invited Jane to Netherfield to enjoy dinner."

Lydia was about to make a joke when Mrs. Bennet's next words followed.

"And you, my sweet Lydia!"

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