I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 220 Mozart returns home to survive the tribulation

After chatting with Yan Shixian for a long time without realizing it, Xia Qingdai suddenly realized that more than an hour had passed and she quickly sent a message to stop. It was already midnight!
She did not continue to read the medical book, went directly back to her room, and traveled to Fucui Villa to sleep.

Three hours later, she woke up refreshed, took a long stretch, and found that the power of faith in her body had recovered a lot.

It's now around four o'clock in the afternoon in the castle, and it's dinner time for the servants. There was a lot of prayer before the meal, which was enough for her to absorb a lot of incense.

After another half an hour, the racecourse in London turned into Biluoju, indicating that Owen had returned home.

Xia Qingdai also changed her identity and returned to the London room.

When she opened the door and walked out, she startled the servant, thinking that this lady was finally out of the room!

Xia Qingdai went into "retreat" for a week without eating or drinking and practicing the Eastern inescaping technique. This is not the behavior of a normal lady at all, and everyone would find it strange.

But she didn't need to explain anything to the servant. If she couldn't get rid of the vest, she could just fool Jane and Mozart.

Mozart received a letter from Vienna a few days ago, written by his wife asking about his return date. After being away from home for several months and almost dying in a foreign country, it was really time to return to my original life.

He waited for Xia Qingdai to come out and say goodbye to her.

Xia Qingdai looked through historical data and knew that this must be the inertia of history showing up. When he returns to Vienna, a mysterious person will ask him to compose the "Requiem". This is Mozart's death.

Should he let him face his own death according to the trajectory of history, or should he keep him by his side until the end of this year?

She hesitated over and over again, unable to make up her mind whether to just let Mozart leave.

Perhaps sensing Xia Qingdai's hesitation, Owen expressed the hope that Mozart would personally conduct a performance of "The Magic Flute" in the theater before leaving, as a parting gift to them.

Xia Qingdai acquiesced to this plan. Since she couldn't make the decision herself, she would just listen to Owen.

Mozart had nothing to say about Owen's request. The owner of Biluoju had taken great care of him during this period. Xia Qingdai was the miracle doctor who saved him from death. He had long wanted to repay him.

This opera, which cleverly combines Italian opera, French opera, German folk music, German and Austrian instrumental music and many other elements, is another masterpiece of Mozart, newly produced in the first half of this year.

Xia Qingdai was lucky enough to see him command in person, which was considered a super VIP treatment.

The venue for this opera performance was the same as the one where Xu Yan watched the performance in another time and space, except that the actors and audience were changed.

In addition to Owen and Xia Qingdai in the C-seat box, there were also the neighbors of Biluoju and the middle class people who bought tickets.

All the booking fees for the entire opera were arranged by Irving, but the ticket revenue did not cover the expenses, but they were not trying to make money.

After the performance, Mozart left under Xia Qingdai's reluctant eyes.

She left him the address of Fukui Villa and told him to just send him a letter if he had any difficulty there. If you feel unwell, you must also ask someone to deliver the letter.

In addition, Mozart was told not to go to Antonio Salieri's banquet or eat with him.

Historically, it is said that Mozart was poisoned by Antonio Salieri, who was jealous of his talent, but there is no conclusive conclusion. Xia Qingdai was nip in the bud.

Regardless of whether the other person did this or not, just stay away from him.

Mozart listened to Xia Qingdai's strange instructions one by one.

Because Xia Qingdai told him in a very solemn tone, and also said that this was a serious disaster predicted by her divination and must be avoided.

Mozart didn't know if what she said was true, but he was so moved that he agreed without hesitation - mainly after Xia Qingdai gave him five hundred pounds of travel expenses. No matter what, Xia Qingdai was absolutely sincere to him in her actions. Not only did he cure his illness without asking for anything in return, but he also gave him such a large sum of money as a farewell gift, which was enough for him to pay off his debt when he returned.

Although he and the oriental princess did not agree on each other and could not become good friends.

She gave him a very awkward feeling, as if she respected him and admired his music, but she didn't understand him or music at all.

It’s confusing at times, and you don’t know what she’s really thinking, and in the end, you can only define her behavior as the eccentricities of rich people.

Two days after Mozart left, Xia Qingdai was not in good spirits.

She was a little worried about whether Mozart could survive death, so she stuffed a medicine box in his luggage. It contains probiotics, montmorillonite powder, antipyretics, etc. I hope he can recover well!
After a few days of sadness and worry about Mozart's departure, Xia Qingdai's life got back on track. She continued her days of copying prescriptions with her master during the day and relaxing in Lilliput at night.

She met Yan Shixian again in late August, at the Liang's Traditional Chinese Medicine Clinic outside his community.

He came over for massage and brought Xia Qingdai a small suitcase filled with things, saying that they were all sent by him from the commercial.

Because there were many people and she was too busy, Xia Qingdai did not open the box and take a closer look. She thanked her and put it aside.

After Yan Shixian finished his massage on the second floor, he was grabbed by Xia Qingdai's senior brothers and sisters for a group photo.

Senior Brother Chen, who doesn't like basketball, is here today. He never expected that Yan Shixian would be related to Liang's family and was a high school classmate of Xia Qingdai. He said that the world is too small.

He said he didn't like basketball, but he took the most photos with Yan Shixian, which was also a sign of his lack of integrity.

In the evening, the senior brothers and sisters left, and Yan Shixian and Xia Qingdai went to Liang's hometown to have dinner together.

As a direct disciple of the inner sect, Xia Qingdai has the privilege of going to her master's house to eat. The teacher's wife often called her to the door, but she was embarrassed.

The old lady was too kind to her and always looked at her with kind and loving eyes, which she was not used to.

Today Yan Shixian is going with her, so she can relax a little more.

On that day, my wife also specially wore a silk summer dress "handmade" by Xia Qingdai, and the home-cooked meal was particularly warm.

After the meal, Yan Shixian drove Xia Qingdai home. In order to avoid being recognized on the road, he wore a mask the whole time. Xia Qingdai lamented the difficulty of being a celebrity.

When she got off the car and walked in, she happened to meet her brother Xia Shanglu who was riding a donkey back from overtime work. He asked her with a puzzled expression whose car she just took back. It didn't look like an online ride-hailing service.

Xia Qingdai replied honestly: "Yan Shixian."

"Ah, it's him!" Xia Shanglu turned around and took another look. The car had naturally disappeared into the traffic.

"Didn't you go to your teacher's house for dinner today? He is there too?"

"Yes." Xia Qingdai picked up the mini suitcase and said, "He also brought me a lot of products endorsed by him, saying they were gifts from merchants."

Xia Shanglu frowned slightly: "Are you talking?"

Xia Qingdai was frightened by his words: "How is that possible! How old am I!"

"Then don't just sit in a man's car and take the man's things. It's not good."

Xia Qingdai: "..."