[Comprehensive novel] Almighty Lydia

Not only that, but he also seemed to love the biscuit in his hand.

Even a lively beauty on the opposite side seemed unable to make him give up this biscuit.

Jack clicked his tongue twice. It seems that even though this guy is quite strong, he hasn't enlightened the gentleman next to him.

He looked sideways at the friend he just met, "Sinbad, let's go to the back kitchen and ask if there is anything to eat?"

He just had a good conversation with this guy named Sinbad, and they share the same interests.

Who would have thought, a sailor with a lot of experience, even dabbled in the field of art!

According to himself, his godfather used to be engaged in related occupations, and he often worked in galleries as a child.

That couldn't be better!

Jack is even willing to bet his remaining trousers to make this friend with Sinbad.

He was also thankful that the rich gentleman left in time and gave him the opportunity to share the room with Sinbad.

what a joy!They can talk about art and ideals all night long!

And when he grinned and was about to drag his friends to the back kitchen, Lydia saw them.

Lydia, who was drinking too little, stood up unsteadily.

Darcy noticed her abnormal behavior and quickly stood up and pushed her down.

He looked at Lydia's restless struggle with a bit of a headache, did she look like this when she was drunk at home?

It's a pity that she fell down on the chair and couldn't stop her mouth.

Lydia opened her mouth and sang dizzily and instinctively, "London Bridge..."

She said two words and then stopped again.

Then he shouted, "Two people over there, are you going to the back kitchen?"

Jack and Sinbad stopped.

"I don't think we're called 'the two over there,' sir," Jack replied jokingly, "what's the matter?"

"Bennet may be trying to remind you that the back kitchen is empty," Darcy said.

He patted Lydia's hand lightly, signaling her to be quiet.

Lydia pouted dissatisfiedly, and wanted to say something more, but under the influence of alcohol, her drowsiness gradually climbed and occupied her mind.

She fell down relying on her own arm, and Miss Rose on the side watched her every move a little funny.

Darcy took off his coat and carefully put it on Lydia.

She was only wearing a shirt, and she was okay now, but she might be freezing when she fell asleep later.

Darcy stopped the two people who were about to leave after shouting thanks. He saw that the clothes of the two people were not rich. If they went to the back kitchen to order food now, they might be scolded for not being able to pay for the meal.

"If you don't mind," he lowered his voice, "you can come over and get some food. My companion has fallen asleep, so we may not be able to eat all these things."

Jack and Sinbad looked at each other, so kind?

Without thinking too much, Jack tentatively took a few steps in their direction.

Darcy got up lightly, took the dessert from the table at the back, set the plate and handed it to the seat where he and Sinbad were sitting.

"In this case, I'll go first." Rose got up gracefully, brushing her hair behind her ears, "If you don't mind, can you tell me the room number between you and Mr. Bennet? I want to give some gifts later as an apology."

Out of the corner of her eye she glanced at Lydia's cream-stained blouse.

Darcy reported his and Lydia's room numbers, and smiled when he mentioned Lydia.

"You don't need to be so polite, Miss Rose," he tucked Lydia's clothes, seeing her sound asleep, and guessed that she would wake up tomorrow morning with a headache, "I don't think he will care about it."

Jack sat on the seat, chatting with Sinbad casually.

He replied absently, his eyes always wandering to Lydia.

It was nothing at first glance before, but now that he got closer, he always felt that something was wrong with this Mr. Bennet.

The skeleton and proportions seem to be a bit tricky.

But he really doesn't have much evidence to prove this point, well, except for Bennet's exquisite looks on the surface.

Sinbad had already noticed his absent-mindedness, and he smiled secretly.

The artist is quite diligent and lively, and looking at the reaction, he probably discovered something.

He sipped the water in the glass from time to time, and when his stomach was almost full, he whispered to Jack beside him, "I think we should go?"

Jack came back to his senses immediately, and found that Sinbad had eaten all the things on the table.

And because he observed that guy, he completely forgot that he was also hungry!

He sighed rather regretfully.

Darcy just helped the maid lift up Lydia who had fallen asleep, and when she turned around, she heard the sigh.

He glanced at the situation on the table and roughly understood what was going on.

He looked at the packed snacks, and then at Lydia who was asleep.

Forget it, just pretend you didn't hear it.Anyway, I left the dishes, and it would be embarrassing to order them now.

He pretended not to know anything, and carried Lydia back.

Lydia wasn't heavy, but bringing her back without realizing it was clearly a problem.

"Do you need help?" Jack pushed the chair away and asked tentatively.

This gentleman seems to be easy to get along with, please do me a favor and pay back the food this time.

At this moment, his stomach let out a hungry grunt, as if accusing Jack of not paying attention to his stomach.

Jack lowered his head in embarrassment and looked at his stomach.

Sinbad shook his head amusedly, and also stood up, "Let me do it, I used to be a sailor, so I should still be able to carry or carry this Mr.... back."

He stood beside Jack, tapped Jack's arm, and motioned him to look at the other table.

Those were some dishes and drinks, hardly touched, and most of the only red wine had disappeared.

"No, thank you," Darcy nodded towards them, "I think I can take him back."

His unhesitating refusal seemed to confirm Sinbad's thoughts, while Jack shrugged and kept his eyes on the big meal next to him.

Darcy asked the maid to help Lydia onto his back, and then walked back with her on his back.

The maid frowned, and followed behind worriedly, but didn't say anything.

Crossing the deck, Lydia, who was wrapped in a coat, slept soundly, but Darcy felt the coolness of the night.

In the ear is the sound of the sea flowing and the giant ship moving forward. There are no seagulls in the daytime, and the peace is incredible.

It was a terrible position, Darcy thought.

He could almost feel Lydia's hot air blowing against his ear, and the alcohol-smelling heat seemed to make him drunk too.

The moonlight hit him, and the boat swayed slightly.

Lydia moved and murmured, "... dim sum."

Darcy laughed dumbfounded.

He lifted Lydia who was about to slide up again, carried her steadily on his back, and quickly sent her back to the room.

Accompanied by the maid who gently laid her down on the bed, Darcy watched Lydia roll into bed after taking off her shoes and coat, and fell into a deep sleep, only then did she realize that she was about to leave.

He took the coat handed over by the maid, nodded to her, closed the door, turned around and took out the key from the coat.

His shadow was revealed through the small pane of glass on the door. Turn on the light, wash up, and then pull out the chair.

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The next day, Lydia woke up from the bed in a daze, only to realize that she had a headache.

She rubbed her head and got out of bed to look for food.

Holding on to the railing, she struggled to move downstairs step by step. She couldn't help but yawned, and almost fell when she let go.

Kitty, who was ready to go out, saw her and hurried forward to catch her.

"Why are you sleeping so late again," grumbled Kitty, "I was going to call you out."

"Oh, I drank some wine last night," Lydia rubbed her face embarrassedly, "just... you know, a little bit."

She half-raised one hand and pinched a small gap to come out.

"Drinking in a dream? With Darcy?" asked Kitty in a low voice.

Lydia nodded in confusion, then looked at Kitty anxiously, as if she felt that she was too disappointing, and stomped her feet again.

"You can have dessert," said Kitty. "What wine? Wine?"

"I just drank a little," Lydia said with a smile to her sister, pulling at the corner of her dress, "it will be all right, Kitty."

She looked at Kitty's formal attire, "Where are you going when you're so formally dressed?"

"I'll go to the shop and see what's going on," said Kitty gruffly.

Looking at Lydia's eyes that lit up immediately, she pulled back a corner of herself impatiently.

"Hurry up and change your clothes. I'll leave if I don't come out in 15 minutes," she said with an angry look. "Jane is still waiting for me in the carriage."

"Is Jane going too!" Lydia was even happier, "Where's Mary?"

With such a fine weather, maybe Mary also wants to go out for a walk?

"She and her fiancé have gone out to look at the scenery," Kitty pushed her. "Go and change!"

Without her saying anything, Lydia rushed to her room in three steps instead of two.

Kitty watched Lydia's back as she galloped away.

Not long after, there was a wailing from Lydia's room, "Kitty! Help! I don't know which one to wear!"

It didn't take long for Lydia to quickly change her clothes and squeeze into the carriage.

Kitty held a stack of design drafts and flipped through them, marking something with a charcoal pen from time to time.

Jane, on the other hand, was holding the book and reading it carefully, her profile face still gentle and quiet.

Only Lydia, from her haste to come out, had empty hands and empty people.

"Jane," she couldn't help asking, "has Mr. Bingley visited you recently?"

Jane looked up and glanced at her.

"Not yet," she said gently, "but I postponed the departure time because the temporary battle situation has changed. What's wrong?"

"...nothing," Lydia murmured.

She looked again at Kitty, who was serious about writing and drawing, and simply leaned on the back of the carriage, and fell asleep.Just when she was about to fall asleep, someone's warm fingertips touched her palm.

Lydia lowered her head, and what was stuffed into her palm was a beautifully packaged candy with spiral flower branches wrapped around it, which looked extremely beautiful.

She didn't even have to guess, it must be the candy that Kitty handed over.

Lydia deftly tore open the paper packaging bag with her fingertips, and carefully stuffed the melted candy into her mouth.

Sweet, with a bit of bitterness, yet unbelievably soft.

"Eat sweets if you have nothing to do," Kitty said with her head down, her other hand tapped on the parchment, "or sleep."

Jane closed the book lightly, "Or chat?"

"It's all right," Lydia felt relieved again.

With a sugar in her mouth comfortably, she listened to Jane talk about the things in the store.

The author has something to say: Rose: Mr. Bennet is kind of cute!

Edmund: This Miss Bennet seems a bit magical.

Jack: Could this gentleman...

Darcy: Lydia is a bit heavy.

Lydia: I want a snack! ! ! !

Darcy cornered and overtook another car today - cheers for him (turned into another runway)

Discuss with everyone, I want to move this week’s update to next week/fingers

Because, because I have to catch up with papers, submit drawings... and so on, I stayed up until one or two o'clock in the past two days, and the daily updates will not stop recently, but adding updates may not work qvq