[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Here Lydia comforted her fiancé with a smile, while new guests kept coming in at the door.

Hearing a voice calling herself, Lydia turned her head and saw Miss Hurt waving at her at a glance.

Miss Hurt came with her brother and a woman whom Lydia had not seen, and Lydia guessed was the mother of the Hurts, the determined Mrs. Hurt.

In Lydia's smile, the Hurt family came over, and after introducing each other and greeting each other, the older but still beautiful woman was indeed Miss Hurt's mother.

Mr. Hurt's good looks seem to come from his mother, but Miss Hurt is not so like Mrs. Hurt, so she lost to her brother in beauty.

During the short greeting time, Lydia felt that the seemingly amiable Mrs. Hurt gave her a few deep glances.

After everyone separated, Lydia asked her clever fiancé about it when she danced the first dance with Sherlock.

"Did Mrs. Hurt look at me just now?"

"you do not say."

Sherlock took Lydia around and looked at his fiancée who was good at attracting peach blossoms in his arms, and felt a little headache.

"Those who didn't know thought you were having an affair with Mr. Hurt, so the mother came to check on her future daughter-in-law."

The sour taste in Sherlock's words has already emerged, and Lydia still doesn't understand that her fiancé is jealous again.

"I only have an affair with one person? Don't you know?"

Getting along these days has allowed Lydia, the younger of the couple, to learn various ways to appease Shylock. Sweet talk is the best way to use it.

It's a pity that the sweet words are only valid for a short period of time, Sherlock's mouth was outlined for a moment, and then straightened again.

"Yeah? But there are quite a few people who want to have an affair with you."

Speaking of which, there are quite a few rivals whose names Sherlock knows, Mr. Jones Jr., Mr. Hurt...

It's no wonder that real fiancés tend to drown in vinegar jars.

"Really? Are there many people who want to develop with you?"

Lydia watched the changes in the corners of Sherlock's mouth, and felt that Sherlock, who was also paralyzed, was much cuter than the cold-faced Mr. Darcy, how could he be so cute...

"Who? I have no admirers at all!"

Looking at the bright smile in Lydia's eyes, Sherlock, who has been particularly tolerant of Lydia recently, is still a little unhappy, how could he still be smiling at this time!Lydia doesn't play her cards according to common sense.

"Yes! Me!"

Lydia's sweet talk was caught off guard.

So this is the second wave of sweet talk attacks...

"Sherlock, isn't it enough for you to have me as an admirer!"

Even knowing that Lydia is just a trick to coax people, Sherlock still couldn't control the corners of his mouth that must be curled up.

Lydia looked at Sherlock's smile and laughed too.

People who haven't danced the first dance can't help but pay attention to this sweet couple. The well-matched people who look at each other and smile like this make people who watch it feel sweet.

There are people who feel the same for such sweetness, then there will also be people who can't feel the joy.

The Hurt family who still got together despite the bad atmosphere.

Mrs. Hurt looked at her son, then at the couple on the dance floor, and sighed at her son's obviously bad face.

"You never told me you had a lady of interest, or an engaged woman like Miss Lydia."

Because this matter has been kept from their mother, the Hurt brothers and sisters are a little guilty. Now that they have been exposed, and their mother is looking at them tenderly and lovingly, they don't know what to explain for a while.

Said he fell in love with Lydia before she was engaged?

Or did they not hide it from their mother on purpose?

……

In the end, it was Miss Hurt who couldn't stand the quiet and tense atmosphere of her family in this lively corner of the dance, and wanted to cover for her brother.

"Mother, you said that Lydia is engaged, brother, he didn't..."

"I do like Lydia Bennet."

Mr. Hurt did not let his sister paint the peace for him. He never told lies to his mother. It was for the mother who he and his sister had suffered so much, and he deserved to be honest.

"Not to mention that she is already engaged, even if she is not engaged, my son, I'm afraid you will not be able to win her heart."

Knowing the son is better than the mother, Mrs. Hutt knows her son's careless attitude in love, and also sees Lydia's calmness that is different from her age.

"Mother, why do you think so? As long as I'm serious, why won't she be mine?"

Mr. Hurt, who has easily won the hearts of women countless times, frowned. He regarded Lydia's engagement as a setback in his emotional journey, but it was only a setback.

"I told you before that if you want love, at least you can't despise it. My dear son, you despise love too much, and it will not favor you."

It was just a few greetings, just a few glances from Mr. Hurt, just a few words from Lydia... Mrs. Hurt has seen more deeply than her own children.

Mrs. Hurt was explicit about her son's former success in London's ladies' circles.

If you still want to find someone who is like you, then you have to calm down and wait patiently.

If you don’t care about love, then it’s up to you, whether you use the “love” you don’t believe in for convenience or other things, as long as you decide not to pursue love.

Mrs. Hurt gave advice, but Mr. Hurt still chose the second way, which Mrs. Hurt did not want to see.

In fact, there is no right or wrong in these two paths, as long as you choose one and keep going, there will be no harm, at least it will not harm her son.

What Mrs. Hurt was worried about was that her son regretted it halfway through the second path. Which really smart woman would choose a playboy instead of a clean gentleman.

Now Mrs. Hurt's fears have come true.

She did take a good look at Lydia, the girl who looked young, even childish, with mature eyes, and she could tell that the girl was in love with her fiancé.

In Mrs. Hutt's worried eyes, Mr. Hutt's signature smile disappeared. He looked at his mother with some stubbornness, and looked at the mother who used her weak body to support yourself and support her sister when she was young.

"Mother, I'll get what I want, just like always!"

"elder brother!"

Miss Hurt's voice was sharp, because her brother had never had a firm attitude, and she was worried that the target that he said was bound to be won would be hurt. That was Lydia, her friend!

"You can obtain wealth, status, and even part of the hearts through schemes. But love, love cannot be obtained in this way, and Miss Lydia's love is even more impossible for you to obtain through schemes."

Even on that side, Mrs. Hurt has already made her decision.

Mr. Hurt lowered his eyes slightly, looking at his mother who was already aged by the wind and frost. Her still beautiful eyes were worried about herself.

"Mother, I like her!"

"What do you like about her?"

In the eye contact with her son, it was the mother who was defeated first and turned her eyes away first, but her tone of emotion was a bit bitter.

"Do you like her beauty? Or do you refuse? You are really like your father, even though your appearance is so similar to mine, but your character... so much like your father..."

In his mother's slightly hoarse voice, Mr. Hurt was too stiff to say a word.

"Mother!"

Miss Hurt looked at her brother and mother in bewilderment.

When the father of the Hurt brothers and sisters went bankrupt and died, Miss Hurt was still young. She only knew that her father was a taboo topic in the family, but she was more at a loss, and she didn't know why she was taboo.

Now that father is mentioned suddenly, and looking at his brother's face, it's not good that Miss Hurt doesn't know anything.

"As you like..."

Mrs. Hutt's face was as usual, but exhaustion seemed to climb up the corners of her eyes and brows suddenly.

"You have all grown up, the future is your own future after all."

"Mother, we love you!"

Miss Hurt didn't quite understand the tension between her brother and mother, but she knew that even if there were only three of them in their family, they still loved each other.

In her daughter's still innocent and clear eyes, Mrs. Hutt showed a smile, it was a sincere smile under the old beauty mask, shallow, with a faint vitality.

"I know, I love you too."

Before the wave of warm current swayed, Mrs. Hurt's brief heart-warming smile was interrupted by a cough, and Miss Hurt immediately supported her mother who was coughing violently.

Mr. Hurt's slightly relaxed face became tense again.

Without the slightest hesitation, the two brothers and sisters decisively called their servants to arrange the carriage home. Mr. Hurt also went to say hello to the butler of Mr. Darcy's house.

There was no time to wait for Mr. Darcy to finish the first song, and the Hurt brothers and sisters were anxiously helping their mother to go out.

At this time, the dance had just started, and occasionally late guests arrived.

One on each side, the Hurt brothers and sisters who helped their mother leave walked to their family's carriage, passing a well-dressed bachelor woman on the way.

This gorgeous, luxuriously dressed lady walked past the male waiter at the door smoothly, and came slowly. On the way, she made eye contact with Mr. Hurt, and then the eyes of the two separated immediately, as if they were strangers .

This beautiful lady walked into the ball late but more dazzlingly, and got many admiring or curious eyes at the first time. This is a stranger to Derbyshire.

She seemed to be smiling as she watched the lively dance party with people coming and going, but at the end she locked her eyes on Lydia and Sherlock on the dance floor.

Another one who couldn't appreciate anything because she was in a bad mood was Miss Bingley.

She sat quietly on the side, looking at her sweet brother and Miss Jane, and at the happy faces of the Bennet family. Miss Bingley, who didn't come to Derbyshire, seemed to be alone.

If it was usual, Miss Bingley would go to pester Mr. Darcy or Miss Darcy at this time.

But now, Mr. Darcy was actually dancing with Miss Elizabeth, and Miss Darcy, who was not dancing, couldn't be more clear about his avoidance.

In fact, after seeing Mr. Darcy's decision clearly, Miss Bingley was disappointed, disappointed, but more relieved.

Finally, this person is definitely not mine...

Staring blankly at the dance floor, the frustrated man showed a little fragility.

In the lively ball, some people are happy and some are disappointed, just like every ball.

The first dance was over, and they left the dance floor together. Sherlock placed Lydia in a corner where there were few people, and squeezed her hand.

"I'll get you a drink. Don't wander around, and you can't agree to other people's invitations to dance. You can only dance with me today, understand?"

"Know it!"

Relying on the fact that there was no one in this corner, Lydia pulled Sherlock by the collar to let him lean in, and then planted a kiss on his face.

Sherlock, who was so heartbroken by this kiss, smiled, and let Lydia let go of his collar, and helped him straighten his collar. The two looked at each other and smiled. It was Lydia who shyly pushed Xia Locke.

"Go!"

I don't remember that Sherlock's footsteps that I was worried about in front of me fluttered a little bit.

Lydia just sat in this quiet corner with a smile on her face, thinking about her lovely fiance.

Until... a beautiful lady in costume came.

Lydia watched a beautiful woman approaching from a distance, she felt familiar, and blinked, Lydia suddenly remembered, isn't this the beautiful woman who received Sherlock's hand kiss gift?

The lady walked towards Lydia with a clear goal, with a confident and reserved smile on her face.

The moment Lydia recognized the person, she straightened her back unconsciously. The visitor was not kind!

Sherlock also said that he has no admirers...

When the rival in love strikes, Lydia still has time to complain about her fiancé in her heart.