[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

When Mr. Martin realized that the four people in this corner understood the deep meaning of Lydia's words, he was a little hard to accept. After shaking his body obviously, he quickly put away his embarrassment.

Finally, he pursed his lips tightly to maintain his expression.

"It seems that there will be nothing to gain today, three, I will take my leave first."

………Mr. Martin leaves, and there are three people left in the corner…………

"Hello, Mr. Holmes, thank you for saving me. Sherlock, it's rare to meet you at the ball."

Lydia bowed her head and bowed her knees, saying hello solemnly.

"Even without me today, Mr. Martin may not be able to take advantage of you, Lydia. After all, he underestimates the enemy too much. Sherlock, don't you think so?"

Mycroft looked at Lydia with pure admiration. He knew that she was a smart woman, but now she is even more ambitious and ambitious.

Such a woman is certainly remarkable, but she might become a problem for his younger brother.

"Good evening, Lydia."

Sherlock just greeted faintly, and if one ignores his slightly gentler voice than usual, this is an ordinary greeting.

"In any case, I am grateful to both of you for your kindness. Mr. Mycroft Holmes, let's make an appointment to confirm the contract, but the Earl may need to trouble you."

Lydia dealt with McCoff politely with a smile, and made it clear what he should do. It seemed that she had no intention of getting close to such a powerful person.

Even though he is Sherlock's elder brother, after meeting him, Lydia understands that such a person is not suitable to be her friend.

"Call me Mycroft. Otherwise, when you call Mr. Holmes, I'm afraid Sherlock will think you're calling him. Of course, I hope you will allow me to call you Lydia. It's a beautiful name. It's a pity not to call you .”

Mycroft asked Lydia to call him by his first name in an approachable way, with a smile on his face.

Although he called Lydia's name as soon as he came up, it seemed to be a matter of course, and even Lydia didn't think so.

"Okay, Mycroft."

Intuitively, Lydia felt that the new partner's smile just now was a bit malicious, but since he was Sherlock's brother, Lydia still had some trust in him, so she didn't think much about it.

"The business is over, then I won't bother the two acquaintances to talk about the past, you can talk."

Mycroft looked at Lydia, then at Sherlock, and walked away a few steps.

"Looking forward to our next meeting. Goodbye, Lydia. Also, thank you for your Christmas present, I like it very much."

"Goodbye, Mycroft."

Lydia said goodbye to him with a sigh of relief.

She always felt that Mycroft, who smiled kindly, put a lot of pressure on herself.

…………Macrof leaves, and there are only two people left in the corner…………

"Sherlock, why did you come to the ball? By the way, John didn't reply to my letter. Do you know what happened?"

Lydia felt comfortable with just Sherlock and herself, so she sat down and chatted like a friend, looking up at Sherlock.

"He's not very well, mainly because Miss Mary didn't come to London and he was very disappointed. The power of love..."

In the last sentence, Sherlock used an aria, which seemed to be very dismissive of love.

Sherlock took a few steps forward and stood in front of Lydia so that he could see Lydia's expression.

"Don't know if they had a fight, but Mary said they didn't."

Lydia couldn't figure it out, so she looked at Sherlock for help, as if wondering if he knew or discovered anything from John.

"John is just down, it shouldn't be a quarrel. But I will remind John to write back to you."

Sherlock surrendered in Lydia's eyes for help, stated his observations, and guaranteed his actions.

It turned out that the eyes that had been looking at Lydia were a little dodgy, but they soon became firm.

"Thank you, Sherlock."

Lydia smiled with satisfaction, thinking that Sherlock was interesting enough as a friend.

"You don't have to thank me all the time. You were also here more than a year ago. My reminder is completely unnecessary. You know it all. But you still thank me."

Sherlock finally realized that his rare and kind reminder last year was actually useless.

However, Lydia at that time still thanked him sincerely.

Sherlock still remembers the look in Lydia's eyes at that time, it was the gratitude after receiving the kindness, bright and from the heart.

"I did know about it, but I still thank you for your reminder, and I am very grateful to you and Mycroft for helping me out today."

Lydia expressed her attitude with a sincere smile, just like a year ago, but this time her eyes were so close to Sherlock, and he could see them so clearly.

"Since you know all about it, why do you still agree to become the Earl's lover? You can reach a cooperation without agreeing to this request. You can do it with the secret you know. You must know that even if it's just a shield, your reputation will still be destroyed. destroy."

This is why Sherlock can't see through it. Most women will not give up their reputation at will, not to mention Lydia was holding the earl's handle at that time.

"First of all, accepting the earl's proposal has at least two advantages for me, and the only disadvantage is reputation, which I don't care about."

Lydia didn't intend to continue to hide it, and simply told her plan at the time.

"The first advantage is that I am the nominal mistress of the earl, so the secrets in my hands will become more credible and powerful. More importantly, the second point is that the earl needs me to be his shield. I I also need him to be my shield. Sherlock, I'm already 16 years old, and I'm not modest enough to say that I'm pretty now, if it's a few more years, how can I protect myself?"

"So it's not good for you for the Earl to give up his conditions? Since when is a woman's reputation so unimportant?"

Sherlock's tone was not very good, he seemed a little angry.

He felt uncomfortable, mainly because Lydia sounded so indifferent to him, as if she could hurt herself for what she wanted, which made Sherlock frown.

"I just told you the truth, it seems that you are not satisfied."

I really shouldn't be too frank, Lydia thought with a wry smile, because she felt that Sherlock was a friend, and she made things clear without hiding her scheming.

Suddenly feeling that she made a mistake and shouldn't indulge herself like this, Lydia has already begun to reflect on her recent laxity.

However, suddenly, Lydia felt tired for the way ahead, which is rare, but she did feel a little tired, maybe because Sherlock saw her mentally distressed.

"There is no question of satisfaction or dissatisfaction, I just... I just underestimated you all the time. According to what you said earlier, you have thought about choosing a partner. Mrs. Bell may also have a secret in your hands. So look It seems that you are the weak side, offering benefits in exchange for protection, but in fact, you have been holding their handles in your hands, it is hard to say who is strong and who is weak."

Sherlock looked at Lydia with eyes that he had never known her before. In his eyes, Lydia was more lively and clever, but now, Lydia's planning ambitions were revealed.

He couldn't help but wonder which Lydia was her real face.

"What's Mrs. Bell's secret?"

"Ms. Bell is happy to cooperate with me, and she is already dead. What's the point of asking this... I feel tired and plan to leave the ball first."

Lydia's complexion became sour, and without looking at Sherlock, she got up directly, took a few steps away from Sherlock, and said goodbye.

"Goodbye, Sherlock."

"You wait."

Sherlock stopped Lydia in one step.

"Is there any other advice?"

Lydia looked down at Sherlock, her flaring eyelashes making her look vulnerable.

"I...I feel..."

Sherlock is rarely speechless and doesn't know how to express his thoughts.

Lydia just stood and said nothing, waiting for Sherlock to finish.

"I'm leaving too, let's go together."

In the end, Sherlock only spat out the words.

Lydia still didn't speak, trying to move past Sherlock.

But when Sherlock passed by, he grabbed his right wrist, and then his right hand was stuffed into his arm, letting Lydia walk forward with his arm.

After walking a few steps, Lydia came to her senses, looked at her right hand in surprise, and then looked at Sherlock who was walking forward indifferently.

Walking across the dance floor arm in arm with Sherlock, Lydia found the door had arrived in a daze.

So what exactly does Sherlock mean.

Earlier Lydia thought Sherlock was mad at her, but now it doesn't look like that.

Lydia couldn't help thinking, could it be... could it be...

Am I right to think Sherlock likes me?

Lydia let Sherlock help her into the carriage in a daze.

Lydia sat in the running carriage, opened the window and looked back, only vaguely saw Sherlock standing there, watching her leave, feeling itchy in her heart.

What exactly does Sherlock mean...

If he likes me, if so...

what do i thinkWhat am I thinking...

Lydia in the carriage asked herself what the answer was in her heart.

..............................

When Sherlock, who came by his brother's carriage today, walked into Mycroft's carriage, he found that his brother was already in the carriage.

"Is this already sending Lydia away? The chat is over so soon!"

McCoff lazily leaned against the wall of the carriage and dozed off. He didn't even open his eyes when he heard someone getting into the carriage.

"Um"

Sherlock sat across from Mycroft.

"Beautiful girls are not uncommon, so there are not many with ambition and artifice. Sherlock, are you sure you want to like such a difficult girl?"

McCoff opened his eyes and looked at his younger brother with rare seriousness.

He was originally optimistic about Lydia, so he rushed to cooperate with her, but he wanted to know more, maybe his younger brother needed his help.

But now he started to worry, the little girl is so powerful, whether his brother who only has IQ but no EQ will get hurt.

"Like? Love? Me? You're not kidding."

Sherlock was a little uncertain and asked Mycroft who suddenly said something inexplicable.

"Don't tell me you don't like her! You don't like her leaving the case alone and accompanying me to the dance? You don't like her letting her hold your hand and being so close to you? You don't like her you... "

Mycroft quickly said a series of different treatment of Sherlock, but was interrupted by Sherlock.

"If you really know how to be single. Lydia is a friend like John."

Sherlock, who is good at making up for his brother, also made an equation like John = Lydia.

"You are so indulgent to your friends? You have blinded your smart head for nothing."

Mycroft looked at Sherlock with the unteachable eyes of a child, trying to make him understand the difference between Lydia and John.

"Lydia is smart, that's fine. What's the matter with pampering."

Sherlock, who plays with strength and indulgence, still doesn't know it.

"She's smart, didn't I see it? But do you know what this girl's goal is? Is Lady Bennet her final goal? She's only 16 years old. Have you ever thought about how far she will go?" ?”

Mycroft was going to be pissed off by his younger brother's slowness, so who didn't know what Sherlock could gain if he didn't know his wholehearted love.

"Mycroft, have you read too many documents? There is something wrong with your mind."

Sherlock frowned. He felt that Mycroft was completely alarmist. There was nothing wrong with Lydia being smart and thoughtful. Anyway, he thought it was good.

"Just be stupid, don't cry with me when you and Lydia Bennett have the last name."

Mycroft, who felt that his brother hadn't been so stupid since he was three years old, decided to leave him to fend for himself, which was hopeless anyway.

As for whether he lost Lydia and cried to death or was bullied by Lydia, it was up to him.