[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Now I can only pray to God, Bentley thought.

When Darcy fell asleep drowsily, he vaguely heard him calling "Miss Bennet".

Bingli persuaded his younger sister to invite five sisters to live in the manor, but also because of luck.

Maybe, as soon as Darcy's sweetheart comes, he will be fine?

Although he thought so, Charles Bingley knew his sister's nature well.

Don't look at her coming and going with the ladies of the Bennet family, taking care of each other, chatting and joking with each other, harmonious and happy.

However, once she heard that a certain Miss Bennet had won Darcy's heart, she would make a fuss and would not let it go.

Charles also knew that in fact, Darcy was willing to tolerate his sister's admiration for him all the time, instead of avoiding him far away, it was completely out of face.

Because of the friendship between the two of them, and because Caroline is Georgiana's friend, it's not easy to be angry.

But the sister's entanglement from beginning to end also added a lot of trouble to this friendship.

He yawned, got up to leave, and quietly closed the door, wishing his friend a good night's sleep.

Of course, it's best to open your eyes and see his sweetheart.

The only carriage in the Bennet family was driving swayingly on the muddy country road, surrounded by lush greenery, the vast fields and the sky intertwined, the color of a country oil painting.

Although it is such a beautiful scenery, no one has the time to appreciate it.

The five of Lydia were squeezed into the carriage and almost fell asleep.

The creaking wheels, the sore waist from being bumped, and the weird smell wafting in from outside the curtain.

To be honest, going to the manor by carriage is much worse than going to town by car.

Lydia kept complaining in her heart that Darcy was ill at such an untimely time, which made her exhausted and had to run to see him.

At this time, she ignored that she could wait for the night, but opened the curtain for a while, and then opened it again, urging Tom who was driving the car, and asked him how long he had left.

"Lydia, I think you can't wait," Elizabeth said holding the book in her hand, "Have you finished today's exercises?"

She was referring, apparently, to the assignment of the "lady indescribable".

"No," Lydia shook her head, "It's too difficult, I can't write."

She shook her head sadly, "I won't..."

The lady's homework was too complicated, and her knowledge was comparable to that of the National Library, and this was in direct proportion to the homework she assigned to five people.

All in all, it didn't move at all anyway.

"Lizzie," she shook her sister's hand, "show me, I want to read yours, I can't write it..."

Elizabeth took out her and Jane's homework as usual. Before she could take out her share, Lydia snatched the whole stack of papers.

She pulled it out with a whoosh, and quickly removed the parchment, but only an afterimage remained on Elizabeth's hand.

"Good sister," Lydia said coquettishly, "Lend me to have a look!"

"I see who borrowed your homework, she is your good sister," Jane joked.

Elizabeth and Jane are the best at writing, and they are also the most liked by the teacher. In comparison, Kitty and Mary, who gather in a corner to discuss hair ties, are not as good.

Of course, no matter what, it's better than Lydia who was distracted in class...

Lydia shook away the memories that popped up in pain. It hurts too much to be punished to stand still in class and hit her palms!

Afterwards, there was incineration therapy, obviously to make her funeral a one-stop process.

She glanced at the lush green scene outside the carriage window, then lowered her head, and concentrated on studying the homework of the two of them.

Blow rainbow farts while reading.

"It's so well written, Jane," Lydia praised loudly, "The words are beautiful, the language is fluent, and the idea is first-rate!"

Jane looked at her and smiled, her gilt-like hair fell from her shoulders, her eyes were as blue as sea water, and the beautiful Lydia was startled.

"What about me?" Elizabeth pulled out from the ribbon, raised her eyebrows and looked at Lydia, "How about my writing?"

"Very good, very good, three-dimensional novelty, unique expression, excellent writing," Lydia had no choice but to boast again.

After she finished speaking without changing her face, Elizabeth's fingertips ticked.

Lydia leaned over, and Elizabeth whispered to her, "Then tell me, it's mine or Jane's."

Lydia was caught in a dilemma for a while.

She turned around and couldn't help but shivered, "I think I'm the prettiest!"

"Oh, is that so?" Mary interjected, "Then I'll pinch the pretty little belly."

"itch!!!"

Not long after, the carriage arrived at the gate of the manor.

The owners of the manor, Mr. and Miss Bingley, were waiting at the door early in the morning, waiting for their arrival.

"Thank you, Mr. Bingley," Jane greeted Mr. Bingley.

The two of them fell in love with each other when they caught eye.

Caroline next to her was handled by Elizabeth. Although she was a little impatient waiting, basic social etiquette was still required.

Lydia was the last to jump off the carriage.

Holding her sister Kitty's hand, she first looked at the huge villa, which was said to be "a long time no one could build", before she noticed that there was no Darcy in the pick-up team today.

"So sick?" Lydia thought to herself.

As a visitor, it stands to reason that you should not come so early.

But since Miss Bingley invited her to stay for a short stay, it must be quite intimate, so there is no need to worry so much.

Or, I'll go up later to see how Darcy is doing?

Lydia thought about it and felt that this method was feasible.

She waited and waited, and accompanied her sisters to finish visiting the largest mansion in Hertfordshire, without waiting for even a chance to be alone.

On the contrary, Mr. Bingley seemed to have guessed something when he saw her looking around.

He took them very considerately to the door of the living room, and told them on the way that his friend Darcy was a little sick, but the doctor had come to see him and said that he would get well soon.

Then the girls showed surprise at the right time, and Elizabeth and Jane gave enough care and a proper sense of distance.

Lydia didn't know what she was thinking, she stared at her toes absent-mindedly, her eyes were empty, and her sister called a few times without responding.

Then they went to the lobby to drink afternoon tea. For the Bennet sisters who had undergone emergency training, it was enough to deal with this kind of occasion.

They walked down the stairs steadily and gracefully with a calm demeanor. Although they couldn't compare with the royal family, they were barely on the same level as Miss Bingley.

Caroline secretly looked at this side from the corner of her eye, and let out a satisfied sigh of relief.

She maintained an upright sitting posture and took a sip of tea, then took a piece of dessert from the dessert table.

At first she was a little angry when she saw her brother falling in love with a country gentleman's daughter.

After all, on the one hand, Jane and Charles are really not a good match. She has already found out about Jane's dowry, which is almost a fraction of hers. How is that enough?

On the other hand, she was also very afraid that her brother would spend a lot of money for this woman and finally go bankrupt.

Although it seems that Jane is an honest girl, there are exceptions to everything.

There are also many stories in the upper class about the femme fatale marrying into a wealthy family, defrauding money and cheating sex among many people.

Not to mention that the older brother lost all sanity as soon as he met Jane, wagging his head and tail like a large collie.

Seeing that Charles was fascinated by her, Caroline was furious.

But for now...

Caroline was a little embarrassed to see the sisters concentrating on the drawing.

After all, it's really not good to speak ill of people behind their backs...