[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

After Sherlock's proposal, Lydia only needs two answers from Sherlock from surprise to rage.

"I'm asking, for what reason do you think I am suitable to be your wife. You know, Sherlock, you have never shown this tendency."

Lydia felt that although her heart was still beating rapidly, Sherlock's calm made her finally able to think.

"I really didn't have this tendency, and I never had any intention or plan to get married."

Sherlock is still Sherlock, he looked at Lydia's expression with some doubts.

"So... what changed your mind."

Lydia pursed her lips, feeling that Sherlock's answer would not make her happy, but she had already asked.

"Recently, despite my previous dissuasion, you have frequently met with Mr. Hurt. Moreover, you have not come to Baker Street recently, and you have a clear tendency to avoid me, which makes me very uncomfortable. These small things have even affected my effective thinking. So I came to the conclusion that I need you to be close to me, and I need to separate your identity from Mr. Hurt. And to achieve this result, I think getting engaged is a good way."

Sherlock logically explained his mental journey to Lydia.

"So your proposal this time is to let me go to Baker Street to find you, so that I don't want to see Mr. Hurt?"

Lydia raised her eyebrows, her turbulent mood calmed down.

"Yes……"

Sherlock, who was still confident, had some hesitation in his tone.

"So... do you think I'll say yes?"

Lydia pursed her lips and asked this question a little stiffly.

……

"Of course, you like me!"

Sherlock spoke surprisingly.

Lydia's whole body froze. Her original faint expectation, concealed anger and helplessness in the face of the proposal all evaporated.

……

"Sherlock, I refuse...I will not marry you."

Lydia closed her eyes, and simply said her answer.

"why?"

This time it was Sherlock's turn to not understand.

"Sherlock, you should be glad that you are my friend. If someone else stood in front of me today, I would definitely give him a slap in the face."

Lydia took a deep breath and looked up into Sherlock's light-colored clear eyes.

"Lydia! I don't understand! You..."

Sherlock looked at the green eyes in front of him, and reached out to grab Lydia.

Lydia sideways avoided Sherlock's hand, and also turned her head, no longer looking at Sherlock.

"Mrs. Smith, see off my guests."

"Lydia..."

Sherlock wanted to say something, but was dragged away by Mrs. Smith who appeared quickly.

"Mrs. Smith, please let go of your hand... oh..."

Listening to the sound of Sherlock being dragged away, Lydia felt strangely relieved.

Staying alone in the originally small but now empty living room, she only felt it was absurd, because of her momentary wavering.

If Sherlock offered her... the answer she wanted, would she still be able to say no?

Along with a sense of relief, she declined.

Well...she declined...

And Mrs. Smith's violent dragging away made Lydia want to laugh.

But one tear still fell, she wouldn't...marry Sherlock...

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Lydia who woke up from the dream was smiling, but there were tears in the corners of her eyes.

Just like Lydia in retrospect, those were tears of relief and regret.

Putting the reply letter in her hand together with the letter that needs to be mailed tomorrow, Lydia moved close to the mirror and wiped away the tear.

After tidying herself up, Lydia went downstairs with her skirt in hand.

Katie was still pulling Mary to talk, and when she saw Lydia coming downstairs, she raised her face and gave her a big smile.

"Lydia, you are so slow! Mother is back, she is still looking for her little tail, but you are not here, so mother went to the kitchen first, she said to see how the dinner is getting ready .”

Lydia always felt like going back to the past when she saw the still innocent Katie. How many times, she looked up at herself and laughed when she came down from the stairs, and she would jump down and laugh with her...

"You actually said that I am a little tail. I will sue my mother later, saying that you gave me an ugly nickname!"

Lydia was like her past self, and she gave Katie a smile in response. It was a delicate smile that a spoiled girl should have.

"Mother said it herself! Lydia, I like you the way you are now, not the way you came down the stairs, as if you were going to tell me something sad has happened."

Katie was sitting clinging to Mary and now she ran over and took Lydia by the hand and led her over to sit next to Mary and then she squeezed to the other side of Lydia and nestled with them .

"Lydia, are you okay?"

Mary also looked at Lydia. She felt that Lydia, who was standing on the second floor and walking down slowly... seemed to be walking in the rain.

"I'm fine, it's just Mary, I want to borrow a book from you before I go to bed."

Lydia gave Mary a big smile, it wasn't bright, but it wasn't like it was just now...

"Okay... just come and get it."

How could Mary not know that borrowing books is an excuse, and that something to say is the truth.

"Book... er... Lydia, you are the same now, either a book or a pen... Let's not talk about this. If the weather is fine tomorrow, let's go draw."

At that time, the three sisters learned painting, but Katie painted the most.

"Okay, I haven't touched a paintbrush for a long time, and we just had a comparison to see if the great painter Katie paints the best."

Lydia nodded, it's not bad to bask in the sun and paint, but the weather is still slightly cool.

But they like it, like this kind of day, this kind of activity.

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At dinner time the whole family was present except Jane in London.

The busiest ones were Mrs. Bennet and Katie.

Katie was asking her mother if she heard anything new today.

"Katie, you still know mom, there is really a big news today."

Mrs. Bennet kissed Katie admiringly, announcing it loudly in order to attract the attention of the whole family.

"Your mother has big news every day."

It was of course Mr. Bennet who threw the cold water.

"Mr. Bennet! You're always like this, and you're the worst kind of news to share, but I'd love to tell Katie and any other daughter who wants to know."

Mrs. Bennet gave her husband a glare, finding supporters for herself.

"Mom, I need to know!"

Mrs. Bennet's biggest supporter, Lydia supported her mother in a timely manner, and smiled mischievously at her father.

Mr. Bennet returned Lydia a speechless shake of the head.

"My sweetheart, mother loves you"

Mrs. Bennet also leaned over to kiss Lydia, and then looked at Mr. Bennet with a victorious attitude.

"Hmph...Mr. Bennet, you can close your ears now, I'm going to talk."

"My wife, we are old couples, so don't worry about it so much."

Mr. Bennet begged for mercy, but still had a smile on his face.

"I don't care about you! Someone in the Meryton militia has died. Don't you think this is big news? It's a pity to hear that the dead is a handsome young man."

Mrs. Bennet threw away the big news, and sat down to eat with great appetite.

"Wow, that's scary! Don't know if it's someone we know."

Katie shrank her neck in fear.

"Mom, is this true? We went to Aunt Phillips' house the day before yesterday, didn't we? We didn't hear any news."

Elizabeth watched her mother and her two younger sisters "bully" her father, and now she finally spoke, and got a look from Mr. Bennet.

"Because this happened yesterday. The police officer has banned the entry and exit of the barracks. The wife who told the news only knew about it because a relative lived very close. I have already made up my mind that I must go to Phillips tomorrow. home."

Mrs. Bennet happily announced her plans for tomorrow, keeping her knife and fork.

"Anyone want to go with me?"

"Mrs. Bennet, after all, it's a murder case, so don't drag the daughters. If you ask me, dear lady, you shouldn't go either. You know Lydia can't do without you, can't she? Lydia Ya."

Mr. Bennet brought the conversation to Lydia, who was wandering in the sky.

Lydia, who was inevitably distracted by the case and thought of Sherlock, was called back to her attention by her father.

"Huh? Ah... Mom, it's better not to go. If you want to know the news, you should wait until you catch the murderer."

"How can I do that? It's not that I don't have relatives in Meryton. When the time comes, other wives will tell me the news with a proud face, and I will die of anger!"

Mrs. Bennet's refusal to say anything was a very serious matter.

"Mother……"

Lydia was sitting on Mrs. Bennet's left. Now she put down her knife and fork and pulled her mother's sleeve to act coquettishly.

"But I'm worried. Unless mother brings two servants, we'll be too worried to eat."

Mr. Bennet, who was eating happily, also slowed down his cutting of beef, and also laughed because of Lydia's nonsense.

"Yep!"

Katie sat on the other side of Mrs. Bennet and also helped persuade Mrs. Bennet.

"Then... well, I won't go tomorrow, I will write a letter to invite my sister to have afternoon tea tomorrow."

After all, Mrs. Bennet was persuaded by her two daughters, but she was unwilling to give up and thought of another way, asking Mrs. Phillips of Meryton, Mrs. Bennet's sister, to come directly to Longbourn to give her It's fine if you don't speak.

"Alright, then Aunt Phillips must be careful."

Seeing that Mrs. Bennet finally gave up her original plan, Lydia was relieved. She believed that Aunt Phillips who was near the incident must be safer than her own mother.

And it was still a question of whether Aunt Phillips would come.

Starting to cut the steak again, Lydia noticed Mary who kept sprinkling black pepper on the steak.

"Mary, do you really want to eat your steak like this?"

"Ah? Ah!"

It took a second for Mary to react, and she was stunned to see the steak in front of her that was about to be submerged in black pepper.

"Swap Mary for a steak."

Lydia directed Ruth to take away Mary's black pepper steak and replace it with a new one.

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"Mary, did you think of John at dinner?"

Lydia, who went to Mary's room to borrow a book, asked directly.

"Yes."

Mary also simply admitted it immediately.

"Then would you like to tell me what's wrong with you?"

Lydia sat next to Mary and looked at Mary who was obviously in a bad mood.

"Lydia, I don't want to say it yet."

Mary smiled wryly and shook her head, still unwilling to say more.

"If you think about it, if you want to say it, you have already said it."

Lydia saw that Mary didn't say anything, so she just patted her on the shoulder.

"Then you still ask!"

Mary patted Lydia away angrily, and comforted Lydia with increased force on purpose.

"If you don't ask, don't ask..."

Lydia smiled and closed her hands.

"Didn't you come here today to ask this? Tell me, tell me something."

How could Mary fail to see that Lydia was teasing herself on purpose.

"Actually, I'm here to tell you a piece of news. John said he's coming here to visit and talk to you face to face. He didn't ask me to tell you, but I think it's better to tell you, otherwise I always feel that you see I hope I’m fine, but I’m afraid I’m going to get sick, either physically or mentally.”

Lydia touched her slapped hand, and Mary watched the slap hard, but her hand didn't even turn red.

"is it?"

Mary's expression was complicated by the news Lydia brought.

"Yeah, I've said what I want to say, you go to bed early. If you want to talk, remember to come to me."

Lydia hugged Mary and patted her on the back.

"Mary, no matter what you choose, I will help you, I promise!"

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The next day, among the letters received by the Bennet family at breakfast time, there was a reply from Mrs. Phillips. She refused the invitation for afternoon tea and said that people in Meryton were afraid to walk around casually recently, for fear of encountering a murderer. .

However, the information in the letter was also rich. Mrs. Phillips, who knew her sister well, told all the news she knew.

Mrs. Bennet picked up the important ones from her sister and read them to the family at the breakfast table.

"Recently, the Meryton Corps is not allowed to enter and leave casually. The police officers guard the entrance and exit, and check very strictly. It is said that they are checking the officers in the barracks, fearing that the murderer is someone from the inside.

Worried about mutiny in the barracks, the Scottish headquarters in London was alerted, and the responsible detective and more people were sent to assist.

After all, it was a barracks, and everyone in Meryton was worried about something like this happening.

And all the officers had accidents, so we didn't dare to walk around casually, what if the murderer was not from the barracks at all.

You guys don't want to come to Meryton these days. Be careful, everyone. Longbourn and Meryton are too close. "

"It seems that you should be more careful recently. You should not go out alone these two days. You should also bring your servants with you when you go out together."

Mr. Bennet spoke, obviously taking Mrs. Phillips's word seriously.

"Okay, father."

All four daughters nodded obediently.

Katie even planned to directly cancel today's going out plan.

"Well... I'm afraid I'll be bored these days. I hope the dance at Meryton the day after tomorrow will not be cancelled."

Mrs. Bennet frowned a little, how boring it would be if she couldn't go out.

"No way, the prom doesn't affect anything. We all act together and know each other."

Katie, who loves prom, quits, and people who were afraid before become fearless.

"Okay, this is not up to us."

Mary soothes an agitated Katie.

"But that's the dance I'm looking forward to!"

Katie looked a little worried.

"That's right, it's not okay to cancel the dance."

Mrs. Bennet, who supported Katie, handed him Mr. Bennet's letter.

"Mr. Bennet, your letter does not seem to be from someone you are familiar with."

Mr. Bennet usually does not have many letters. As Mrs. Bennet said, this is a relatively unfamiliar letter, and he opened it after reading it.

"Indeed, they are not relatives. Detective Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson, who came to help us investigate the case last time, want to visit."

"When?"

Mrs. Bennet remembered these two powerful young men and was very happy that they came, so she directly asked when they were coming.

Elizabeth and Katie looked at it purely and curiously.

As for what Lydia and Mary were thinking, only they knew the complicated thoughts.

"Dr. Watson said that they had also received an invitation to the ball the day after tomorrow, so they wanted to call on the afternoon of the second day of the ball."

Mr. Bennet read the letter while answering Mrs. Bennet's question.

"The dance may not necessarily be held..."

Speaking of the ball, Katie pouted plaintively.

"It shouldn't be canceled. Dr. Watson said that the matter of the barracks has been resolved. It's quite considerate, knowing that he will tell us the news."

Mr. Bennet had finished reading the letter, closed the letter, put it aside, went on to breakfast, and continued his daily routine of "provoking" his wife.

"And now you are the first to hear again, my dear lady."

"My dear sir, listening to you always makes me want to be angry..."

Mrs. Bennet was still exploded at the first "provocation" by her husband.

The four sisters could only watch the old couple's way of getting along, looking at each other without disturbing their bickering.

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"Yay! Prom!"

Katie still couldn't hold back her joy, and looked at the sisters cheeringly.

Elizabeth also looked very happy, just pulling Katie who was jumping up and down.

Lydia still ate her breakfast quietly, and turned to look at Mary. Fortunately, the bottle of black pepper was safe, and Mary just bit the bread without taste.

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It was always busy before the ball, all the maids were busy, Mrs. Bennet kept instructing them to dress up her daughter, and she had ideas for skirts, jewelry, and hairstyles.

Lydia failed to escape this time like last time, and was stared at by Mrs. Bennet.

Spring wasn't quite here yet, but Mrs. Bennet had her daughter all dressed up.

For this ball, the officers who were rumored to be attending did not show up because of the recent incident, leaving the ball quite empty.

Lydia followed her parents and sisters into the lively ballroom.

With just one glance, she saw Sherlock standing in the crowd but wandering outside the crowd.

And he also looked over at the same time as Lydia looked over...

Sherlock smiled at Lydia, that is, held the corner of his mouth as usual, and raised his glass to greet her...

It was like when Lydia saw him as a stranger at the ball for the first time.