[Comprehensive] The daily life of Miss Downton Fourth

Towards the afternoon of this day, Watson returned to Baker Street after finishing his day's work.He hadn't had a word with Mrs. Hudson today because he had a difficult patient.Not in a very good mood.

Standing at the window overlooking the street, Watson silently inhaled and exhaled, inhaled and exhaled.All these actions fell into the eyes of Sherlock who was sitting on the sofa, but he didn't mean to ask what happened at all.

Because Mr. Holmes was engrossed in the experiment at hand, the chemistry experiment.That's right, it's the kind of dangerous chemical experiment in which the mixing of two solutions can cause an explosion or produce poisonous gas if you don't pay attention.

Of course Watson didn't know, he didn't take a close look at what Sherlock was doing except entering the door.But even if he paid attention, he didn't know that the reagents of different colors were so powerful.

"Aren't you going to ask me what happened, Sherlock."

Sherlock, who was called, put down the dropper in his hand and took a moment to look at Watson.

"I guess that's a bit of a waste of time, after all I don't want to hear you complain about a patient who is too demanding, or a nurse who is not understanding."

Watson choked on his words, he shouldn't have asked his friend, and he felt even worse after asking.

Depressed, Watson went to sort out his letters. He desperately needed readers' affirmation to stabilize his mood, otherwise he might not be able to resist moving out of Baker Street.

Today is also the day I want to punch Sherlock.

Flipping through Watson, he saw a letter that didn't belong to him. It must have been thrown in by Sherlock again.

"This is yours. Let me see who sent it. Lord Grantham of Downton Abbey."

Sherlock found out who the Earl of Grantham was from his memory, and asked Watson to open it to see what the letter said indifferently.He didn't mean to come by himself at all, and he took it for granted.

"Well, he said that there was a small hunting party in the manor recently, and he wanted to invite us to go together."

It wasn't the case Sherlock was disappointed, and as for the hunt forgive him for not being interested in those.

But today Watson wanted to play against him, "Needless to say, I know you will not go. Then I will write back and say that I will visit soon."

But when it comes to hunting, Watson is not involved much.You have to think about what you want to bring. Cynthia didn't trouble Watson for too long, and Cynthia's came along with the letter welcoming the guests.

In the letter, she helped Watson briefly list some necessary things, and explained that other Downtons were prepared, and hoped that he would have a happy journey.

Watson was amazed by such a considerate move, and he specially emphasized a few words in front of Sherlock.To keep reminding him of his inappropriate words and deeds in the carriage last time is simply to offend the lady.

Finally came the day of Watson's departure. In order to prevent Sherlock from forgetting that he had left, Watson specially left a note next to his experimental equipment.

On the other side, Downton Abbey is also preparing to welcome new guests. Cynthia woke up very early that day. She told her servants that she wanted to go horseback riding in the morning.

So Gwen prepared her riding clothes in advance and asked Cynthia to change after breakfast.Riding clothes are rare trousers, but unfortunately there is a big skirt outside that completely covers it, and the skirt is so long that it can drag the floor.

Cynthia, who put on her riding clothes, was another beauty, very heroic.Cynthia went out after wearing a set of riding boots, a hat and gloves. She hadn't ridden a horse for a while, so she shook the leather gloves uncomfortably.

When she went out, there was already someone waiting at the door holding rum.Rum was Cynthia's usual horse. He was bought and given to Cynthia when he was a foal, and he has been with her for many years now.

Rum has a smooth and shiny black coat, and it is said that his father is also one of the famous racehorses on the racetrack.

Horse racing and jamming are also one of the common entertainment activities of the British aristocrats.There is an English proverb: There are three most important things for a British gentleman: wife, mistress and bet register.

It can be seen what those "gentlemen" are like.

Unlike modern times, the 1911 side ride was the only position in which ladies were allowed to ride.Cynthia sat sideways on the saddle, refusing the people next to her to follow her on horseback.

"I'll be back soon, Lauren, you should trust my riding skills."

Before Lauren expressed his concern, Cynthia had already rode Rum away.

After getting used to it for a while, Cynthia couldn't help but start to speed up. This area is a wide lawn.She could ride the horse and gallop for a while as she wished, and the acceleration of the speed made the originally refreshing wind sting on her face.

The lace on the hat was also lifted by the wind, and Cynthia's eyes opened wider.After running like this for a while, she slowly slowed down.

Cynthia touched Rum affectionately, "It seems that you are very healthy, and it seems that they took good care of you when I was away. I am sorry that I have been away for such a long time."

After slowing down, Cynthia started to leave the lawn and run elsewhere.

From time to time on the road, you can see a few towering trees, and a winding stream will suddenly appear in front of you.A group of small animals gathered by the creek. When they heard someone coming, the hares jumped to the hiding place in a hurry, and the pheasants suddenly fluttered their wings and flew high.

For a while, the forest seemed to wake up, and Cynthia walked slowly to a bright and quiet lake.

This place seems to be a small pool isolated from the world. I don't know when it was formed.Cynthia often comes here alone, and the quiet and peaceful atmosphere always calms her down.

She got off the horse neatly, took off the big skirt that was in the way and threw it on the ground casually.

A gust of wind blew through the forest, and the tree shadows on the lake began to tremble, and the yellow leaves were blown to the ground by the wind.Cynthia knelt down and picked up a leaf and slowly placed it on the lake. If the leaf sank, she would pick another one and never tire of it.

The fish in the lake swim slowly in the clear water, without any fear of people next to them.It is estimated that it has never been salvaged before, so it is so reassuring.

After playing for a while, Cynthia lay on her back on the ground with her hands behind her head, staring at the sky in a daze.

"It would be nice if I could return to modern times after leaving the forest. Is this a dream or what..."

This is what she often said when she came here when she was young. Now Cynthia is not obsessed with whether she can go back, but when she comes here, she will think of this secret that only she knows.

Rum swayed around, seeing his master lying there, he also moved over there, and the horse's head kept hitting Cynthia's face.

"Rum, Rum, go and play. Oh, I can't eat my hat, please let go."

Cynthia got up quickly to start a hat fight with Rum, and those thoughts flew away.

After staying there for a while, Cynthia took Rum and slowly left her secret base.There she could drop her skirts, go after pheasants, catch fish, whatever it was that pleased her.

But when Cynthia put on that inconvenient big skirt, she became Downton's Fourth Miss again.

The smile on Cynthia's face, who rarely relaxed outside, was filled with genuine joy. When she returned the rum to the caregiver, she also asked to reward it today.

"It's doing very well today, and its speed hasn't slowed down. I'll visit and take care of it in two days."

When Cynthia was about to take off her gloves and hat, the waiter suddenly reminded her that two people were coming here.

It must be the guests who came to participate in the hunting activities. Cynthia stopped and turned to greet the guests.This dress is a bit abrupt, who made her the only one here now.

After seeing who it was, Cynthia couldn't help raising her eyebrows.Didn't Mr. Watson say he would visit alone?Why is there suddenly another Mr. Holmes?

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