[Pride and Prejudice] Wisdom

It is said that there is such a beauty under the lamp, but there is nothing wrong with that.

Lydia, who just finished a dance, has delicate eyebrows and slightly red cheeks, and under the light of the candlelight, many people are staring at her. Unfortunately, the person in the center of vision is not aware of it. What the hell, her throat was dry and thirsty, she just wanted to find some water to drink quickly.

It's a pity that she had only taken a few steps before she was stopped by a cheerful voice.

"Miss Bennet." Bingley pulled Darcy, who seemed to him very unhappy, to stand in front of her.

"Mr. Darcy said that he was sorry to you for yesterday's rudeness, and wanted to apologize to you personally." Bingley tugged on Darcy's sleeve, motioning him to speak.

The girl in front of him stared at him curiously, her light gray eyes seemed to be coated with a layer of mist after exercising, and Darcy put aside her gaze, and said coldly and reservedly: "I'm sorry. .”

Lydia looked at this proud and arrogant man with great curiosity and apologized to her, and it was better than nothing, but it was better than nothing, so the feeling for him was not so bad, but more importantly, ——Naturally, the hostess Elizabeth will come to help him deal with him.

The current Lydia never thought that she would be the one to be cleaned up in the future.

Of course, this is a later story, let's not mention it for the time being.

"It's okay." She nodded to Darcy, indicating that she accepted his apology, and wanted to go around them and find some water to drink.

"Miss Bennet." Bingley stepped forward to stop her. Lydia suppressed the dryness in her mouth and sighed deeply.

"What's the matter? Mr. Bingley?" How did Lydia feel that the blond male lead, Bingley, was getting more and more aggressive...

"That's it." Bingley smiled all over his face. Even though the hall was full of noisy voices, Lydia still understood his central meaning very well.

So you want to let yourself take this big iceberg to dance ballroom dancing?

She pursed her lips, showing a little embarrassment on her flushed face, and rejected him very tactfully.

"I don't think... I'm up to it."

"How could it be?" Bingley opened his eyes wide and looked at her: "I know you have outstanding dancing skills. Since the first day you came here, someone has recommended you to be my dance partner."

"Miss Bennett, you are an outstanding dancer. If you don't dance a few more songs and let me see your demeanor, it would be too cruel to me!" Bingley's good words seemed to be piled up on top. .

So why did you choose Jane as your partner?

Lydia really wanted to answer him like this.

But others have flattered her like this, and with the unobtrusive gazes of the ladies standing on one side, Lydia felt that if she continued to refuse, the original owner's reputation that had not been wiped out would probably increase a little more. Wipe the color of mystery.

Although Darcy was a bit arrogant, while some people complained about his inhumanity, they couldn't help being incomparably interested in his huge wealth and handsome face.

So facing the sideways face that was shining under the candlelight, a handsome face full of displeasure, Lydia rolled her eyes and agreed with a smile.

Just as the prelude to the minor tune sounded, Darcy, who had been driven away from the shelves, looked at the encouraging eyes of his friend behind him, and stretched out his hand helplessly to the person in front of him.

"Miss Bennet."

Lydia put her hand on his broad palm, making her slender fingers look even more slender. She glanced at the large group of people behind her whose eyes were about to pop out. Lydia felt better because she couldn't find any water to drink. , quietly bent the corners of his lips.

Darcy led her around in a circle, and Lydia nimbly passed under his armpit, her mind began to widen again, she couldn't help thinking that if a lady accidentally smelled a man's body odor while dancing, what would she do? what to do.

Of course, there was nothing on Darcy. Lydia took a moment to recall the scent she smelled just now. Under the man's innate sense of oppression, there was some light tobacco smell and mellow rum. .

Darcy pursed his lips and looked at the smiling girl. She was about the same age as Georgiana, but she had already exuded a different brilliance from Georgiana.

If my younger sister is a shy and soft rose flower, then the girl in front of me is definitely unrestrained... a rose?

Among a large group of harmonious dance partners, the atmosphere of the two of them seemed too unusual.

"Miss Bennet." Darcy hesitated to speak after careful consideration.

Lydia looked up at him, raising an eyebrow.

"What is it, Mr. Darcy?"

The two of them danced up and down to a merry tune, and the lace of Lydia's skirt curved beautifully.

"Forgive me." With that slight strange feeling, he couldn't help but preach to this girl who might be "going astray"?

Lydia twitched her lips. She didn't think there would be any good things to say next. She spun her footsteps, and she smiled: "Actually, you really don't have to say anything about it."

Darcy paused, not knowing why, even though she said this, he became even more preachy.

He has a rigid face, not like a person dancing in a cheerful crowd, and he is seven or eight years older than Lydia, but he looks like a father talking to his daughter.

"I think good conduct is very important for a lady." He pursed his lips: "Miss Bennet, what do you think?"

Lydia stood on tiptoe and nodded in agreement. The lace ribbon tied in her hair fluttered and fluttered against Darcy's face, which made him itchy. , but he pays great attention to appearance and manner, it is absolutely impossible for him to stretch out his hand to lift the ribbon in front of him at this time.

He lowered his head and saw the girl move her pretty lips.

"It is true that a person's character is very important, but I think it would be too rigid if all behaviors are done according to the prescribed lady, even if the character is good? What do you think, Mr. Darcy? "

Her voice was clear and crisp, as if it had been placed on the itch in his heart like a ribbon just now, but before he could recover, the girl had already slipped out of his arms lightly, smiling at the same time. He said goodbye.

"I hope you have a good time tonight, Mr. Darcy." Lydia said to him, and spit out a few words from her slightly opened mouth, which seemed to have a different kind of tact mean.