[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

With the beautiful woman staring at Lydia all the time, it was really hard for Lydia not to see the confident and disdainful expression on the lady's face.

It seems that this curvaceous lady is very contemptuous of Lydia's youthful appearance.

With flair, this beauty walked unhurriedly. Not far behind her, Lydia saw Sherlock who was holding orange juice had come back on his long legs.

Finding Lydia looking at him, Sherlock met Lydia's gaze with a gentle face, and quickly approached without looking sideways.

As for the self-confident beauty blocking the route, Sherlock didn't care at all, he casually bypassed, walked straight to Lydia, and handed a glass of orange juice to Lydia's hand.

Sherlock was a little surprised to see Lydia's expression was half a smile, but she didn't reach out to take the cup.

"Aren't you thirsty? Don't want to drink orange juice today?"

Lydia was very satisfied with Sherlock's dullness and aloofness at this time. She glanced at the passerby with a half-smile before raising her hand to take the orange juice, which hinted that there was something wrong with Sherlock.

Sherlock stared at Lydia and took a sip of the juice. Seeing that Lydia's dry lips were moistened, he sat down next to Lydia in peace, and then took a sip of the juice himself. Together, he drank the same as Lydia.

Sherlock's series of movements were smooth, as if he and Lydia were the only ones in the space.

It wasn't until Sherlock quenched his thirst that he looked up in the direction Lydia had glanced at in front of him.

"Who is this?"

With just one glance, Sherlock was sure that this person was not among the face information he needed to remember. Sherlock, who was too lazy to waste energy, looked away and looked at Lydia, who was smiling a little strangely.

She stopped gracefully in front of her, and the original graceful expression of the beauty standing not far away showed some cracks because of Sherlock's question. She blinked in embarrassment before she stabilized her expression.

And Lydia, who saw all this, couldn't help laughing.

"I don't know her, but she seems to know you."

"I don't know her either."

Gently removing a tuft of hair stuck to Lydia's cheek, Sherlock was completely oblivious to the situation.

Lydia looked at Sherlock who didn't know whether to laugh or cry, and opened her mouth to remind her fiancé who was approached by Taohua but didn't know.

"What about the good memory? Isn't this the beauty who has the kiss gift from our Sherlock Holmes detective?"

While speaking, Lydia glanced at the elegant posture of the gorgeously dressed woman opposite, it was indeed pleasing to the eye, and at the same time, there was thought in her eyes as if she had thought of something.

The other party seemed to think that his appearance was the most powerful weapon, and even whispered to Lydia and Sherlock without saying a word, but looked at the "minister under the skirt" who pretended not to know him with great interest, There is also a beautiful but ignorant "little girl".

After Lydia pointed it out, Sherlock, who now knew some ladies' minds, finally understood the seriousness of the situation.

He turned his head and glanced at the completely unfamiliar face in front of him. Finally, the frowning Sherlock found out the person's name and remembered her information.

Then, Sherlock, who wanted to understand, looked at Lydia in a daze, and carefully analyzed her expression.

"It seems to be the right one. Maybe there is her lover here. She is here to find someone. Anyway, there is no reason to come to me. I just got a few words from her! You know Lydia, I chose the easiest way to trick the mistress of the subject of the investigation just for the sake of the commission."

Sherlock leaned against Lydia's ear, and there was a long series of quick, somewhat incoherent explanations, as if he was guilty of guilt.

If an ordinary woman listened to it, she would probably be furious. With the person's so determined performance, she would think that this man who couldn't even explain clearly had an affair with the person.

After all, the visitor's goal is so clear, it is clear that he is here to challenge Lydia, but Sherlock said that he is not here to find him...

As for Sherlock, his reason is rarely slower than the words that come out of his mouth. In this case, he found that his explanation was not strong enough after speaking, so he looked at Lydia with pitiful eyes, as if he was worried. Lydia is angry or sad.

From Sherlock's point of view, Lydia had made it clear that she was not happy with her hand kiss, and she had reacted very violently. That's why Sherlock felt that she was going to end, and she made rational analysis a step behind.

Lydia, who was watched so carefully by Sherlock, looked very indifferent.

She was really not very happy at first, this kind of situation of coming to hit her in the face is really an eyesore!

Fortunately, the relationship between Lydia and Sherlock is stable and they trust each other, so Lydia will not be shaken by a stranger.

Knowing about Sherlock made Lydia believe in his feelings and his words, so Lydia was not angry, but she didn't comfort Sherlock, after all, it was his fault.

"If you don't introduce me, everyone will come to you."

"This is Ms. Holt, a famous courtesan in London."

Sherlock, whose mind was spinning quickly, looked sharply at the person who came, and the other person stood so dignified, which is already a beautiful oil painting, but it is a pity that Sherlock's eyes are like scissors, people who don't know may think that the person who comes is his What about rivals?

"Ms. Holt, Mr. Hurt must have put a lot of thought into your work. It seems that he appreciates your beauty, so are you going to abandon Mr. Baron who is about to ruin his family?"

Ms. Holt's expression changed from complacent to surprised to complacent, but whoever was unmasked by Sherlock's words would not be able to wear the original self-confident mask.

However, the visitor was a "famous" courtesan after all, and soon, Ms. Holt's faltering mask turned into an unbearable loneliness.

"Mr. Holmes is really ruthless. Where did Mr. Hurt and the baron come from? After saying goodbye last time, you changed your mind?"

This beauty's cuteness and pity is a perfect performance, but unfortunately there are only two audiences, so no one applauds or cares.

Feeling that the blame was about to be blamed again, Sherlock angrily tried to find the culprit nearby——Mr. Hurt, but failed.

Sherlock had no choice but to explain to Lydia first that there would be evidence, and someone dared to pour dirty water on him, because he was afraid that his life would be too easy.

"Lydia, this is Mr. Hurt's conspiracy. I knew he had someone behind him for being so quiet. Lydia, just wait, I will definitely pull out his little tail!"

The flames in his eyes were already raging. Sherlock didn't even look at anyone again. He had already decided to deal with Mr. Hutt. Using such means to drive Lydia away from him, Sherlock had to give him a good look.

And this "tool" used by Mr. Hurt to provoke, Sherlock has already put this person on the blacklist.

Lydia had some thoughts before, and now she has figured out the cause and effect after being reminded by Sherlock. She nodded to Sherlock to express her understanding, but her eyes were still sharp when she looked at Sherlock.

"I believe you!"

But you need to be fixed too!

The second half of the sentence is spent in the eyes, and Sherlock needs to understand it by himself.

Being looked at by Lydia like this, Sherlock only felt a shudder from the familiarity, well, this matter is not so easy to pass.

Sherlock, who was aggrieved and dissatisfied with the current situation, became even more angry. Of course, the object of his anger could not be Lydia, so the person in front of him who watched the lovebirds whispering and didn't know the disaster was about to suffer immediately.

Sherlock finally stood up, with long legs and an aura of [-] meters, he waved at the male waiter who passed by.

"I don't know where this London courtesan got the invitation from, but I don't think Mr. Darcy has anything to do with such a person. I hope you invite her out."

Now, the beautiful Ms. Holt finally changed her face.

For Sherlock's order, the male waiter was a little hesitant because of Ms. Holt's gorgeous dress, but seeing that it was Mr. Holmes who lived in the manor, he had to pay attention to it, and he was not too polite after making a decision. Please leave this strange beauty.

Seeing that the obstructive person finally left, Sherlock looked at Lydia eagerly.

Lydia drank the orange juice without speaking, nor looked at Sherlock.

"Lydia, you obviously believed what I said, why don't you talk to me now?"

Sherlock was a little puzzled by Lydia's attitude of not being angry but ignoring himself.

"I'm thinking about how to punish you."

Lydia gave Sherlock a coquettish look without anger.

"Punish me?"

Sherlock didn't expect Lydia's answer to be so direct, so he hurriedly looked for a substitute.

"This is Mr. Hurt's conspiracy!"

"I know this is his conspiracy, so I still like Sherlock. But even if my reason knows it, I'm still unhappy and jealous. What do you think I should do, Sherlock?"

Lydia leaned gently against Sherlock beside her, looking up at him.

Being asked by Lydia like this, Sherlock felt his mood soared again, and wanted to put his arms around Lydia. After all, he could only let Lydia lean on and watch, and then surrendered.

"Lydia, punish me."

"From now on, you can only dance with me, you can only get close to me, and you can't make exceptions for social gatherings and investigations!"

Lydia seriously emphasized to Sherlock that it seemed that she still cared, not the provocateur, but Sherlock.

"Okay, I promise you."

When Sherlock faced Lydia alone, his face was gentle and tolerant of everything about Lydia. Now he is also nodding gently, but his eyes are serious about his promise.

"I want to punish you, I want a rose every day!"

Lydia was also straightforward. After hearing Sherlock's assurance, she didn't repeat it repeatedly. Both she and Sherlock knew each other's seriousness, and that was fine.

But small punishments and big warnings are still needed, just to make Sherlock a little more romantic.

"it is good!"

For Lydia's punishment, Sherlock pinched her cheek. Lydia once complained that Sherlock didn't send flowers and was not romantic, but the content of the punishment now is still complaining about him, why didn't he know.

Slapping Sherlock's hand away, the two looked at each other and smiled again.

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

Here Sherlock and Lydia have returned to their sweet state, while the situation of Ms. Holt, who knows the time and walks by herself without using the male waiter, is not so good.

Speaking of which, this beautiful woman who died before she had time to show off was really out of luck. In view of the turmoil in the manor some time ago, Mr. Darcy attached great importance to this kind of thing that was pointed out by Sherlock Holmes.

After knowing this situation, Mr. Darcy didn't go to see who was infiltrating, and directly let the housekeeper detain him. He was going to ask Mr. Holmes who this person was, and whether he was related to Mr. Wickham...

So the beauty was taken into a small living room and placed under house arrest, guarded by two strong male servants.

With a series of bad guesses, the sullen Mr. Darcy was once again shown by Lydia and Sherlock's pink when he came over.

Mr. Darcy, whose face was darkened, took a deep breath and walked over bravely.

This act of bravery as a light bulb was rightfully unpopular.

"Mr. Darcy did not invite Miss Elizabeth to the second dance either."

Sherlock's venomous tongue was sharpened by the previous one.

"Joanna danced the first dance with Mr. Darcy. Liz didn't agree to be Mr. Darcy's partner."

To add insult to injury, it was Lydia who rubbed salt on Darcy's wound.

Poor Mr. Darcy's face darkened completely, and he choked up what he wanted to ask.