[Zhongying] Rebirth meets a wizard

Lydia was unexpectedly forced into marriage by the big detective.

The dessert pudding from dinner was still melting in her mouth, and Lydia swallowed her mouthful of dessert before opening her mouth.

"Sherlock, you did it on purpose, I haven't finished eating yet."

"That just means you're eating too slowly."

Sherlock looked at Lydia who had been eating for a while, half of the pudding was left on her plate.

Sherlock, who didn't ask for dessert, has indeed had dinner for a while, but this doesn't prove that a lady eats dessert slowly. After all, Lydia's speed is only normal if she eats slowly in accordance with etiquette.

"I've always been at this speed, so Sherlock, are you in such a hurry to talk to me today?"

Lydia felt that Sherlock who was forced to marry was cuter than pudding, so she put down the spoon in her hand and stared at Sherlock with great interest.

Stared at by Lydia, Sherlock moved his shoulders slightly uncomfortably. The movement was very subtle, and he couldn't see it without careful observation.

"You yourself said how much time you have allocated to me in the past few days?"

"Dear Sherlock, if I remember correctly, even when I'm with you, you should investigate cases and conduct experiments. Am I not a display?"

Lydia deliberately contradicted Sherlock, but her eyes were slightly bright, her smile was sweet, and she seemed completely out of touch with the decoration.

"Lydia, don't make me angry on purpose."

Sherlock said all his warnings in a pleasant manner, and he looked at Lydia with warm eyes.

"How about what you're going to do? Do you need my help?"

"unnecessary!"

Lydia shook her head with a smile.

The reason why it is not needed is not specified because Lydia herself does not know the inside story.

Recently, Mrs. Smith has implemented a policy of emphasizing participation again, so Lydia doesn't know the specific plan at all. How can Sherlock help in this situation.

In other words, Mrs. Smith hoped that Lydia would treat the contact with the Duchess as a normal social interaction, and she would just do the revenge herself.

In fact, this is not in line with Lydia's original intention, because Lydia's original intention was to participate in it and help.

But Mrs. Smith now has an unexpected helper, so Lydia is naturally excluded by her.

In the spirit of love for Lydia, Mrs. Smith often rushes Lydia, who wants to help, to play with Sherlock.

This dinner is also Mrs. Smith's insistence that Lydia refuse. Originally, Lydia should have dinner at the Duchess's house.

Even if she wants Sherlock's help now, Lydia needs to know the specific plan first.

Seeing that Lydia simply refused to help, Sherlock didn't care, and turned the topic back to his main point.

"And what about the wedding date?"

Lydia smiled mischievously, she felt sweet in her heart, but deliberately didn't give Sherlock an accurate answer.

"First of all, we have to wait until the things in London are over. Secondly, Jane and Elizabeth will get married in the spring. In order to keep our parents from being too busy, we always have to wait a little longer. What do you think, Sherlock?"

"I think it would be a good idea for us to get married before them if we can."

Sherlock's answer was unique.

Lydia narrowed her eyes with a smile.

"Sherlock, do you still care about the order of marriage?"

"I can't help but care, Lydia, we were the first to get engaged! It's fine if John gets married first, but why Mr. Darcy and the others also got married first!"

Sherlock looked at Lydia who was trembling with laughter almost indignantly.

Lydia's smile grew brighter, as if she intended to spend the winter with the joke.

You know, according to the standards of a London lady, it is necessary to smile without showing your teeth, but Lydia obviously doesn't care about this, smiling so much that her white teeth are exposed to candlelight.

Finally, Lydia couldn't help emphasizing a very reasonable explanation with Sherlock.

"Sherlock, Jane and Elizabeth are my eldest and second sisters, and I am the youngest daughter in the family."

Lydia's analysis from the perspective of the bride's age makes Sherlock, who cares about getting married sooner or later, even more naive.

However, Sherlock, who is actually very mature, can only win a round from himself.

"But I'm the same age as Mr. Darcy!"

"That's true, but Mr. Darcy is the eldest son. If he doesn't marry, maybe Joanna will marry first. The same is true for Mr. Bingley. Her sister is already married, and it's his turn. Otherwise, Miss Bingley will get married. .And you, my Sherlock, Mycroft doesn't even have an engagement partner yet, so what's your hurry, brother?"

The angle of analysis is weird, but it clearly makes sense. This is Lydia's counterattack.

Mycroft, who is inexplicably lying down, obviously treats Lydia very well recently. The specific manifestation is that he speaks well of his future sister-in-law in front of Holmes and his wife, and actively urges his younger brother to get married...

Sherlock, who was at a disadvantage from the very beginning, didn't know how to fight back for a while, but he and Lydia had little sense of winning or losing when getting along, so he simply softened his expression and looked tolerantly at Lydia who was smiling happily. ya.

Sherlock didn't refute herself, and Lydia stopped laughing alone, mainly because she felt a little embarrassed to be stared at by Sherlock.

"What are you doing, the big detective said, but I'm going to use my eyes to intimidate me?"

"Lydia, when are you going to marry me? You're the one who said that long-term engagement is not good."

Sherlock still looked at Lydia tenderly, but the question he asked was straightforward.

"It's you who say that none of us will change our hearts."

Lydia returned what Sherlock had said.

The two of them were talking aggressively, but the atmosphere was still pink.

Sherlock reached out and patted Lydia's head, but Lydia didn't pat Sherlock away, anyway, there was no difference between patting and touching.

"Mr Hurt is engaged."

In a harmonious atmosphere, Sherlock suddenly said something that Lydia didn't know.

Lydia hadn't heard the news from Miss Hurt yet, so she was a little surprised to hear it at first.

"Kelly didn't mention it in her last letter, but how did you know?"

"I don't know anything. Do you know that the matter of Mrs. Jones's house has been resolved?"

Sherlock took Lydia's question away as if to change the subject.

Lydia looked at Sherlock amusedly, and was amused by Sherlock again, even though Sherlock was pretending to be serious now.

"I don't know, I don't know anything."

"Then do you want to know?"

Sherlock is asking Lydia if she wants to know the whole story of the Jones family case.

Of course Lydia knew what Sherlock meant, but she made trouble on purpose.

"Think, not only do I want to know this, I also want to know why Sherlock pays so much attention to Mr. Hurt."

"Cunning Lydia, are you asking me to show my love to you?"

Sherlock saw that Lydia was holding on, so he simply pointed it out, trying to make Lydia shy.

It's a pity that Lydia has never played cards according to common sense. She is shy and not shy. She appears randomly. Like now, she is generous and bold to tease Sherlock.

"Actually, it goes without saying, I can tell by looking at Sherlock that you love me very much, aren't you the great detective who has been paying attention to the situation of your rival?"

For Lydia's teasing, Sherlock's reaction was to "lie down" and let him tease him

"I'm really relieved that you realize that."

The unmarried couple happily bantered with each other, and learned what each other was doing in their less clingy time.

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

This evening, Lydia and her fiancé exchanged affection, but Mrs. Smith was not so leisurely.

Lydia's acquaintance with the duchess during this period is not useless. Mrs. Smith has already established a preliminary friendship with the butler and servants of the duchess's house.

Next, Mrs. Smith's actions are still needed. She has already determined that the Duchess' residence has many magical traps, and she has observed strict guards.

Even if Mrs. Smith didn't plan to kill the door directly, she still felt that these meticulous protections were quite tricky.

That night, Mrs. Smith, who had obtained the whereabouts of the duchess, sneaked into the duchess' residence.

The guards, who were usually patrolling diligently, relaxed a lot when the Duchess was away. In addition, they had already familiarized themselves with the terrain of the Duchess's mansion. Mrs. Smith went into the Duchess's study smoothly, trying to gain some information about the Duchess.

The floor where the duchess study is located does not allow people other than the duchess to walk around at will.

So at this level, Mrs. Smith is a lot more relaxed, she just needs to be careful of the Duchess' magic methods.

I don't know whether Mrs. Smith was lucky or the Duchess underestimated the enemy. The corridor was very quiet and safe, without any abnormalities.

Until she got to the door of the study, Mrs. Smith met someone she didn't expect to meet.

This man was the young Duke of Norfolk. He looked like a boy, but he looked at Mrs. Smith with empty eyes.

"Are you here to kill the Duchess? She's not here today."

The young man's appearance, his eyes, and his words in the end surprised Mrs. Smith, and she felt that this young man was very strange.

Thinking of Baron Hussey, who shared her hatred, Mrs. Smith felt that the young man's life under the Duchess would not be easy.

"You are the Duke of Norfolk, why are you here?"

"I should be the one to ask you this sentence. I am the Duke, and this is my property. What is so strange about me here?"

The boy frowned pretending to be old-fashioned, and then asked Mrs. Smith in turn, seemingly confidently.

"It's nothing strange, but you think I'm here to kill the Duchess, which is quite strange."

Mrs. Smith looked at the young boy who could be said to be very tolerant, so her attitude was very gentle.

"Didn't you come to kill her?"

The boy's tone seemed to be somewhat disappointed, and his already clear and empty eyes became calmer.

"You want her dead?"

Mrs. Smith frowned slightly, for nothing but pity for the young child.

Seeing the frown of the visitor, the young man took a step back sensitively, but soon stopped stubbornly and stood still, and deliberately straightened his thin chest.

"You... none of your business. Who are you? What are you doing here? If you don't tell me, I'm going to call someone."

Seeing the boy's stern look, Mrs. Smith certainly knew that he would not shout, after all he obviously sneaked here too.

"I didn't come to kill."

The boy pursed his lips, and finally couldn't help reminding Mrs. Smith that even if it was a stranger, this stranger was even gentler to him than the house full of servants.

"Whether it is or not, you can't enter the study."

"What if I can get in? If I can get in, how about you tell me what you're here for?"

Mrs. Smith knew what the boy meant. The study had been tampered with, and there was no way to get in.

"Okay, I'll let you know if you can get in."

The boy obviously didn't believe that Mrs. Smith could go in, so he agreed wholeheartedly.

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

At the same time, the conversation between Lydia and Sherlock continued, and Lydia finally asked about the Jones family.

"Mr. Jones is innocent. He didn't hurt his brother, let alone poison his mother, even though he did fall out with his family because of his lover."

Sherlock first vetoed Lydia's long-standing doubts.

"So, as I guessed, it was done by a servant who thought he was helping Mr. Jones?"

Lydia's other guess is that someone did it without Mr. Jones's instruction.

"That's right, guess which one it is? I remember that you were not far away when you were interrogating the servant. You must have paid attention to it."

Sherlock's counterattack to Lydia's provocation is to test Lydia's IQ.

If Lydia can't answer, isn't it giving Sherlock a chance to show off his intelligence.

Lydia didn't want to let Sherlock succeed, so she thought hard and wrinkled her face.

"Sherlock, it's not fair. I don't have your memory. You know, I don't even remember the names of those servants."

"Then how about I give you a hint?"

The proud one this time became Sherlock, and when he had the upper hand, he was as proud as Lydia at that time, just a little more restrained.

"Please remind me, the great Sherlock Holmes."

Lydia is very straightforward, very spineless and directly asks for hints.

"You must remember his name, isn't this range very small?"

Judging by Lydia's attitude towards asking for help, Sherlock's hints are also very effective.

Lydia thought for a while before her eyes lit up.

"It's the butler. The butler who listens to Mr. Jones the most!"

From Sherlock's smile, Lydia knew she was right.