[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

At the Duke's ball, Lydia faced Mr. Hurt's unknown invitation to dance, and under the bright or dark eyes of the ball participants, she quickly made a decision.

"My pleasure."

Under such circumstances, even if Lydia knew that Mr. Hurt had bad intentions, she had no choice but to agree to his invitation to dance.

"Miss Lydia, the next salon dance is about to begin."

Mr. Hurt did not take back the hand inviting the dancer, but continued to wait for Lydia's hand.

Lydia put her right hand, which had recovered to its original state, with no visible scars, on Mr. Hurt's hand.

Lydia felt in a daze that the hand of Sherlock, who had invited her to dance the salon dance at the ball, overlapped with the hand of Mr. Hurt in front of her.

Lydia was a little distracted and Mr. Hurt led her onto the dance floor.

Even if she was in a daze for a while, Lydia still keenly noticed the very presence in everyone's eyes.

Lydia followed her gaze back and found that it was a familiar beauty, someone she didn't know, so she couldn't call her name, but her gaze was full of jealousy and contempt.

The dance music started, and Lydia didn't think about it any more. It is estimated that this lady is another admirer of Mr. Hurt. It's a pity that she has a good looks, and her vision and IQ are not very good.

"Who did Miss Lydia think of? Through the last meeting, I have confirmed that you will not be fascinated by me."

Mr. Hurt's charming eyes are right in front of Lydia. On top of his handsome face, the blue eyes look very beautiful and cold.

"I'm thinking, is Mr. Hurt trying to get revenge on my rudeness last time, so push me to the opposite of all your admirers."

Lydia moved as far from her partner as the dance allowed.

She was thankful that although the salon dance was complicated, Lydia didn't find it so difficult to dance with Mr. Hurt because she needed to exchange partners.

"What to do, the evidence is conclusive, I can't defend myself, and I don't want to defend myself."

Mr. Hurt's smile this time was sincere, and he felt proud that he had found a problem for Lydia.

"I know you did it on purpose. But it's definitely not my intention that I'm not good at dancing."

While speaking, Lydia's dancing shoes had an intimate contact with Mr. Hurt's feet.

"I think I'm also starting to appreciate that it's a saloon dance."

Mr. Hurt was very tolerant, he didn't even show his painful expression, he just raised his eyebrows to reveal the fact that he was indeed injured.

While talking intermittently, Lydia's dance partner became another gentleman. Lydia gave the other party a reserved smile, and then there was a tacit silence between the two parties.

After several rounds of this, Lydia returned to Mr. Hurt's side again.

"Miss Lydia, if I would like to help your career in Ireland, can you be the introducer and introduce Mrs. Jones to me?"

Mr. Hurt finally gave the reward that made Lydia's heart flutter.

"The help of the introducer alone is not worth the price Mr. Hurt has to pay."

Lydia's development in Ireland was indeed not smooth, but Mr. Hurt identified Lydia's needs.

"As a half-Irish who grew up in Ireland, can I be Miss Lydia's partner in Ireland?"

Of course, Mr. Hurt will not let himself suffer, this is obviously a plan he has already thought up.

"Exciting proposition, but I need to talk to my partner first."

Lydia really needs to talk to Mycroft, about Ireland, and about the Queen.

Looking at Mr. Hurt, Lydia's evaluation of him changed again. This is a man who does what he wants, sometimes reliable, sometimes careless.

Such people are unpredictable and difficult to deal with.

"Then what was introduced?"

Mr. Hurt smiled contentedly, undisguisedly pleased with changing Lydia's mind.

"I remember that Mrs. Jones is also here today. I will introduce you to her later, and the rest will depend on your own efforts, Mr. Hurt."

Lydia took up the conversation very simply. If she really wanted to use Mr. Hurt's influence in Ireland, she would just introduce Mrs. Jones as a sincerity. Lydia thought it was worth it.

"Miss Lydia is a rare businessman."

Mr. Hurt didn't know whether to comment on Lydia with compliments or sarcasm.

"Thank you for your compliment, we are with each other."

Lydia accepted it as a reward.

"Speaking of which, does Miss Lydia know that this year London will begin to build an underground drainage system?"

Mr. Hurt suddenly chatted with Lydia about the big events in London this year.

"I know that because of the rampant cholera, the queen is still very concerned about the people by simply building an underground drainage system throughout London."

Lydia knew about it from the newspapers, and wondered why Mr. Hurt brought it up so suddenly.

"Then, Miss Lydia will leave London soon. I would also like to ask Miss Lydia to recommend a good place to spend the summer. Our family will also leave London before summer comes."

Mr. Hurt skipped the previous political news and started asking about good places to travel.

"I don't know much about these, the Lake District should be a more popular place."

Lydia frowned slightly, but still gave a conservative answer.

"The afternoon tea last time left a deep impression on Miss Lydia. Would you like to be friends with my sister?"

Mr. Hurt's topics are really wild.

"I can't tell whether Mr. Hurt's words are polite or sincere. But I don't mind being in contact with a beautiful and elegant woman like Miss Hurt. She doesn't seem to come to the ball today."

Lydia noticed that the song was finally coming to an end, and she was a little pleased.

"Yes, Kelly couldn't come. She dislikes balls as much as Miss Lydia does. That's rare among young ladies."

Mr. Hurt noticed that Lydia's expression changed for the better, thinking that Lydia also had a good impression of his sister.

"Is that so..."

Lydia rolled her eyes inwardly, acting as if she knew her well.

This song finally ended in Lydia's expectation.

In order to complete the task earlier, Lydia took Mr. Hurt to find Mrs. Jones.

During the period, many young ladies and even wives glared at her. Lydia only felt that her stomach hurt, and it was all Mr. Hurt's fault.

Fortunately, Mrs. Jones, who is good at dancing, was near the dance floor, and Lydia walked over with a smile on her face.

"Mrs. Jones, good evening. You are so charming today. Mr. Jones is willing to let you be here alone."

"Lidia sweetheart, you are still so sweet! You are already old, why is Mr. Jones reluctant?"

Mrs. Jones had a good laugh at Lydia's obvious flattery.

"Mrs. Jones, there is a handsome gentleman here who wants to know you. Because of this, I have not been able to dance a single dance. You must save me and give me a face to meet this gentleman."

Lydia knew that Mrs. Jones should have no intention of getting to know Mr. Hurt. As she once said, she liked dealing with old friends in business, and she didn't like new people like Mr. Hurt.

"You make fun of a gentleman like this just because he won't get angry with you. It's really naughty."

Mrs. Jones smiled and shook her head. She seemed to be very fond of Lydia, and she didn't seem unwilling to be introduced.

"Mrs. Jones, this is the gentleman I am talking about—Mr. Hurt. Mr. Hurt, this beautiful lady is Mrs. Jones."

Lydia saw that Mrs. Jones was not repulsive, so she just introduced her name and completed her task.

Then I watched Mr. Hurt's social ability for a while, and saw him coax Mrs. Jones, who met for the first time, into a smile.

Evaluating the different faces of this person, Lydia found a chance and left.

This is the busiest time of the dance party. Everyone chats, drinks and dances enthusiastically, in full swing.

Speaking of the ball, it's the same, even the Duke's ball, it's the same scene.

Lydia passed a pair of lovers who didn't know whether they were lovebirds or cheaters, and wanted to find a place where there were not so many people and they would not disturb the wild mandarin ducks.

Since she didn't love prom and dancing so much, Lydia felt that complicated dances like salon dances were choreographed by dance masters to earn dance class fees.

And most people still can't see through it, and they rush to it, and don't think it's too complicated and tiring.

Lydia leaned against the wall to rest, intending to leave after the busiest time. She attended and stayed until halfway through the ball, so it was not considered rude.

"Lydia, a glass of juice?"

Sherlock suddenly appeared, and he was always miraculously able to find her in such a crowded place.

Now he still knows how to considerately bring her a glass of juice.

"It's not my hallucination. I actually met a great detective here. What's the reason for today's commission?"

It's a pity that Lydia didn't appreciate it, and she took the orange juice casually.

Speaking of which, Sherlock is wearing one of the two gift boxes that Lydia gave him as a prank for the first time.

"Did you dance with Mr. Hurt?"

Sherlock didn't answer Lydia's question.

"What role-play are you playing today? The young master of the rich family? Or the chasing boy?"

Lydia didn't answer Sherlock's question either.

"Do you still want to dance?"

Sherlock didn't know why his ears were red, and he seemed to want to invite Lydia to dance.

"Invite me as a friend when no one invites me to dance?"

Lydia felt unwilling to see Sherlock, unwilling to like him, but he seemed indifferent.

Therefore, she speaks with guns and cannons, and her tone can be said to be sarcastic.

"Yeah, are you going to dance together?"

Sherlock nodded of course.

"No! I plan to go home early, thank you for the juice."

Looking at Sherlock, who was in nothing but the fine clothes, Lydia only felt a dull pain in her right hand which had already healed.

Sherlock frowned, as if he didn't understand Lydia's emotions, she looked disappointed and unwilling.

When he wanted to send Lydia off, she had disappeared into the crowd.

Here Lidi walked through the crowd in a bad mood, planning to say hello to the Duchess before leaving.

Not wanting to be splashed with a glass of red wine when walking around a corner, Lydia looked at her ruined skirt, and looked up at the culprit holding the wine glass—a beautiful lady whom she saw familiarly.

He is really familiar, one of the ladies who glared at Lydia because of Mr. Hurt.

The beautiful lady looked at Lydia with a proud face, as if waiting for her to scream or lose her composure, with a malicious expression on her beautiful face.

However, Lydia was very calm, and casually returned the orange juice in her hand to the young lady, and seriously splashed the young lady all over her head and face.

"Although you did it on purpose, I am indeed slippery."

The beautiful lady who didn't expect Lydia to have such a reaction widened her eyes.

He seemed to want to scream, but held back because of his image, but his expression was ferocious.

Lydia put the empty glass in her hand aside casually, and beckoned happily, calling for an absent male waiter in the corner of the ball to come over.

"Something happened here. The young lady's bad eyes hurt me all over. I had no choice but to leave early. Please say sorry to the duchess for me."

"Don't go, you actually want to leave after splashing me?"

The young lady couldn't help herself, and asked in a sharp voice.

"By the way, what's the lady's name?"

Lydia really stopped and turned to ask her.

"I'm Baroness Bernal, you don't even know me!"

It turned out that the beautiful young lady was poured with juice, and her face was flushed with anger, and she lost all charm.

"It's just that Baroness Bernal's bad eyesight spilled red wine all over me. I'm Miss Lydia, and I'll leave first."

Lydia emphasized to the waiter who hadn't left yet.

"Hurry up and report!"

Then at the Baroness's screams, the page ran away, and Lydia walked away as gracefully as if her dress had only been embroidered with a red flower.

At the gate of the ball, Lydia waited until Mrs. Smith, and before leaving, she apologized again to the butler of the Duke's house who had received the news to see off the guests.

"I'm sorry I have to leave first, but I can't confess to the Duchess. I'm really sorry. It's because Baroness Bernal's red wine favors my dress too much. Although it's a pity that I didn't stay until the end of the ball, the Duke Madam's invitation has already made me very honored, please pass it on to me."

Lydia said goodbye to the butler politely in a dress with red hops, and then got into the carriage and left.

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

On the second day of the dance, Lydia woke up from the bed before noon, and felt the satisfaction of a rare sound sleep. The full spirit and the laziness of the limbs made her stand at the window after getting up from the bed, and stretched comfortably .

Opening the curtains, Lydia felt good when she saw the carriages passing by on the street outside. Although she was doused with red wine yesterday, she was in a good mood after being bullied and complained.

After lamenting that she built her happiness on the suffering of others, Lydia planned to indulge herself in a daze at the window for a while. Anyway, after this dance, she would soon be able to finish her London affairs.

It's a pity that the happy time is always short, and soon, the smile on Lydia's face faded away, because at this time, a strange carriage stopped at the door of her house.

Lydia had a premonition that something was going on, she drew the curtains and left the window, and called someone to come and change her clothes.

After Lydia had finished changing her clothes, Mrs. Smith had already arrived. Judging by her expression, something serious happened.

"Lydia, Baroness Bernal died at the ball last night."

Mrs. Smith moved closer to Lydia and told Lydia in a volume that only two people could hear.

Hearing Mrs. Smith say that Baroness Bernal died at yesterday's ball, Lydia didn't react at first.

"Baroness Bernal was the one I poured orange juice on yesterday...so the police detective came downstairs?"

Lydia thought of the carriage parked in front of her house.