[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

In a spin, Lydia leaves Sherlock...

Then fell back into his arms.

Who made the salon dance a dance that needs to exchange partners? Fortunately, after a round trip, Lydia came back again.

"Lydia, maybe you should pay more attention, or do you think it's not worth the dance until you step on my feet?"

Regarding Lydia's distraction, Sherlock reminded her softly in her ear, hoping that her eyes would always be looking at him.

"Sherlock, I always thought that you would not be good at dancing if you didn't like dancing. Who knew that your dance steps are so proficient. It seems that not loving dancing is just your appearance. Your dancing steps tell me that you should be very enthusiastic about the dance."

Lydia focuses on him, as Sherlock wishes, but becomes interested in his past.

"I'm 28 years old, Lydia, not a 16-year-old like you. Even if I don't like dancing, it has become my proficient skill."

Sherlock looked at Lydia, using his age to explain his proficiency.

"Really? I thought that even if ordinary people are proficient in such a complicated dance, as long as they don't practice often, it is easy to make mistakes."

Lydia was the first to not believe it. Counting her previous life, she was also 28 years old, so she was not very skilled, although it would be difficult to explain why she hadn't stepped on Sherlock's leather shoes until now.

"So I'm not an ordinary person. I'm Sherlock Holmes."

Sherlock raised his eyebrows confidently, a rare show.

"Well, extraordinary Sherlock, what do you think of the Longbourne ball?"

Lydia looked at the proud Sherlock, and felt that he was very lively, different from the calm and quiet detective image.

"It's not exactly your Longbourne country ball. The Bingleys who give it are closer to the London ball in arrangement. But I think it's more lively than the London ball."

Sherlock's freshness just showed for a while, and he returned to his usual appearance.

"You don't need to answer it so seriously, you just need to give it a compliment. After all, it's the village where I grew up."

Lydia was slightly speechless because of Sherlock's serious answer.

"Speaking of which, the village of Longburn is a rare pure land. Over the years, our country has developed very well, and people from many villages have flocked to the city. There are not many stable and peaceful villages like Longborn."

Sherlock complimented Longbourn earnestly.

"Even if there is a case of Dr. Brown murdering Mr. Collins?"

Lydia expressed her disbelief. In her original opinion, only cities can commit murder, and villages like Longbourne are at most stealing.

"Even if this case happened. I thought you read the newspaper, Lydia, but you didn't notice the crime rate in big cities?"

Sherlock handles the case in London, and he knows the busy Scotland Yard best.

"I know, come on, it's 1860 and you still look down on ladies!"

Lydia twitched her lips playfully.

"I know that the current high crime rate in the city is due to the flow of population. This is an inevitable result of urban development, but peace can be restored in the future."

"To be exact, it's still 1859, Lydia, are you reading the newspaper seriously!"

Sherlock looked at the eloquent Lydia with admiration, and always felt that she had always had a mature thinking at her age.

"As the era of the queen's reign, you will suffer if you look down on ladies."

Lydia was praised a little bit proudly, it was too cute.

"Speaking of which, Lydia, you will stay in Longbourn most of the year, so when will you go to London?"

Sherlock's ears turned red, and he brought the conversation back to safety.

"I don't want to go to London when it's necessary. As you said, the dances in London are so boring. I don't even dare to go to the corner."

Lydia curls her lips at the mention of London, but still seems to like her home, Longbourn.

"So you spent your Christmas here?"

Lydia mentioned the time earlier, and Sherlock remembered that it was almost Christmas in 1859.

"Of course, it's Christmas with the family. Doesn't Sherlock come home for Christmas?"

As the sisters grew up, Lydia knew the family would only spend less and less time together, and she preferred to spend more time in Longbourne, let alone Christmas.

"If conditions permit, my brother and I will go home to spend Christmas with our parents, but there will always be times when we can't get together. You must know that my parents like to travel around, and it is inevitable that they will miss the holidays."

Sherlock can understand the life of the Bennet family, but the Holmes family is not so traditional.

"What about your brother, if your brother has already married, you can live with them too."

At Sherlock's age, Lydia felt that Sherlock's brother should already be married.

"No, we both love our jobs too much."

Sherlock smiled and shook his head, thinking of his smarter but immobile brother.

"Isn't Mrs. Holmes also urging?"

Lydia finds it easy to chat with Sherlock about the family life.

"Mother, she didn't urge us. Would Mrs. Bennet urge you to marry?"

After Sherlock recalled, he answered Lydia with certainty.

If Mrs. Holmes were here, she would definitely tell Lydia that it was not like this. She just knew that urging marriage was useless for her two sons, so how could she not worry about her son's marriage.

"Of course, my mother can't wait for her five daughters to get married tomorrow. But I know that my mother is worried that my father is gone and we have no support, otherwise she will be reluctant to part with us."

Speaking of Mrs. Bennet, Lydia's eyes are shining, it seems that she loves her mother very much.

……

Unknowingly, Lydia and Sherlock talked a lot.

And the saloon dance ended, and Lydia was led by Sherlock to sit and rest on the sofa with few people.

"I'll get you a drink, thank you for your mercy."

Sherlock saw Lydia sat down and rested before moving to the drink area.

There were a lot of people in the drink area, and Sherlock was dragged down.

Uninvited guests also came to the place where Lydia was resting.

"Miss Lydia, hello."

Mr. Darcy seemed to have come to see Lydia on purpose.

"Mr. Darcy, hello."

Lydia had no choice but to stand up and return the salute.

"Miss Lydia, please sit down, I just want to ask you something."

Mr. Darcy saw that Lydia was a little weary after a dance.

"I had a cold some time ago, and I really need to rest more. Thank you Mr. Darcy for your thoughtfulness. I don't know what Mr. Darcy wants to ask me for?"

Lydia sat down graciously. As for whether Mr. Darcy had no place to sit, after all, he and Lydia were not familiar enough to sit on a sofa, even if the sofa was spacious, that was not Lydia's concern.

Standing alone, Mr. Darcy moved his foot uncomfortably.

"It's about the rose garden in Derbyshire. My sister likes it very much. I know it is owned by Miss Lydia now. I don't know if Miss Lydia can reluctantly part with it."

"Sorry, I have no intention of selling there."

For Mr. Darcy's willingness to buy the rose garden, Lydia refused immediately.

"Price is negotiable."

Unexpectedly, Mr. Darcy, who was rejected immediately, was still reluctant to give up. He still didn't meet many things like this being rejected outright, and the upper class in London didn't express every sentence in countless circles.

"If you have investigated me, Mr. Darcy, you will know that I am not short of money. I don't even need any help from Mr. Darcy. Then in the case that the rose garden is a gift left to me by the dead elders, you Why do you think I'm selling?"

Lydia asked Mr. Darcy realistically, speaking clearly.

"Looks like I'm going to return in vain today. Excuse me, Miss Lydia."

Lydia spoke so clearly that Mr. Darcy had to give up.

"Lydia, what are you talking about? Hello, Mr. Darcy, we meet again."

Sherlock finally ended the conversation with the person who was dragging him to chat, and came to Lydia with juice.

"Mr. Holmes, I have heard that you are investigating cases here. Another case is at hand?"

Mr. Darcy, whom Sherlock apparently knew, was uncommonly amiable.

"Mr. Darcy has won the prize. Do you want Lydia?"

Sherlock asked Darcy directly, obviously knowing that Darcy came here to talk to Lydia.

"As a matter of fact we're done talking, and I'm just saying good-bye to Miss Lydia. Then I won't bother you."

Mr. Darcy walked away quickly.

……

Seeing Darcy leave, Lydia complained that what Sherlock brought her was fruit juice.

"So you think I can only drink juice?"

"Do you want to drink? I remember seeing you at the dance last time. Although you were holding wine in your hand, you obviously didn't drink it."

Sherlock, who observed carefully, directly ko'd Lydia.

"Well, you make sense. Thanks for the juice."

Lydia, who couldn't speak to Sherlock, took the orange juice directly.

"Didn't this Mr. Darcy like your second sister? Why did he come to talk to you?"

Sherlock asked the point again. It seems that although Mr. Darcy pretended well, his uncontrollable eyes still betrayed him.

"So he was talking about other things. Although Mr. Darcy is handsome, he is still too aloof. He is a marble statue. I don't know what Miss Bingley, who is staring at me, sees in him."

Because of Darcy's brief appearance, Lydia gets Miss Bingley's hate package, which includes stares, contempt faces and silent curses in her heart.

"The charm of money and status. How about you, Lydia, do you yearn for money and status?"

Sherlock took a sharp look at Miss Bingley, who was staring at Lydia.

"Of course, who can refuse money and status? But I prefer to get it by myself. You must know that married women can only depend on their husbands, and they don't even have their own property rights. How can they get money and status?"

Lydia said disapprovingly, not noticing the frowning Sherlock.

In fact, it shouldn't be Sherlock who should be frowning at this time.

At the same time in London, the umbrella of Lydia's career - Earl Maclean was interviewed by a government official. Lydia, who had just changed her partner less than a year ago, had to go to London again in the near future Running around for a new partner.