I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 301 Hofburg Palace Ball

When the king's attendant walked into the hotel where Xia Qingdai was staying, the latter was sitting in the carriage with Owen, stretching out his hands to catch the falling snowflakes.

Owen, who was sitting opposite, looked at the girl in front of him tenderly, with a little happiness in his heart.

I remember the goddess said last year that if you make a wish on the first snowy day, it will be especially effective. It was on that first snow day that she discovered their world.

Thinking of this, he turned his head and looked at the snowflakes outside through the open window. He closed his eyes and silently made a wish.

Xia Qingdai only looked at Xue and didn't notice Owen's movements at all. Regarding the passion for snow, at least it will not disappear before leaving Vienna.

After a while, Xia Qingdai asked: "Owen, do you like snow?"

A faint smile appeared on Owen's stern face, and he responded: "I like it."

Although he has never built a snowman or had a snowball fight since he was a child, he will accompany the goddess as long as she is willing.

"I really like snow too~ Compared with snow, the dance party doesn't even taste good."

As Xia Qingdai's sighing words fell, the destination of tonight's dance party also arrived.

Owen got off the carriage first, stepped on the slightly wet road, and reached out to help Xia Qingdai.

Xia Qingdai put her hand on his arm and jumped down like a deer.

She looked up at the majestic royal palace Hofburg Palace, which was just around the corner, and silently compared it in her mind. It was the second must-visit place in Vienna.

Snowflakes drifted into Xia Qingdai's neck, and she couldn't help but shrink her neck from the cold.

Owen immediately said: "Cousin, shall we go in?"

Xia Qingdai nodded: "Okay."

Then he couldn't help but ask: "Owen, have you been here before?"

Owen replied: "No, I grew up in a British village. When I grew up, I joined the army and went to America with the army."

"Oh."

The two walked into the palace gate, took out the invitation letter and showed it to the guard at the door, who checked it for a while.

The people who come here are either rich or noble, and there are almost no people who need to rent a carriage. People like Xia Qingdai and Owen, who had obviously rented a car, seemed a bit out of place. Coupled with Xia Qingdai's oriental face, she had already attracted the attention of the guards.

After confirming that the invitation letter was correct, they were let in, and one of the servants waiting here would guide them.

As soon as you enter the palace, you are greeted by valuable-looking oil paintings. If it can be collected by the royal family in the palace, it must be a masterpiece by a famous artist, but Xia Qingdai is not familiar with paintings and doesn't know much about them.

The corridor leading to the ballroom in the palace is equally magnificent. The carvings on the walls and the artwork placed on the sides give people a sense of grandeur. Compared with the real palace, other castles can be considered simple.

The two of them walked all the way into the dance hall, where people were coming and going and it was already very lively. Although the first dance has not yet started, the guests are already standing together in small groups according to their familiarity, holding wine glasses and chatting.

In addition to imperial dresses, there are also several elderly ladies here, wearing rococo-style skirts with large skirts, which are extremely gorgeous.

The entry of the two people quickly attracted the attention of other people in the ballroom. Probably because Xia Qingdai's appearance is too discerning for other people. Although it is a bit difficult for everyone to remember her appearance, since she is the only Asian, no one can make a mistake.

Prince Joseph walked through the crowd to the two men and introduced his brother Franz to them.

After the two sides saluted meticulously, Owen exchanged a few words with the other party, while Xia Qingdai secretly observed the other party with curious eyes.

This is Francis II, who will be inaugurated as Emperor of the Holy Roman Empire in name only next year. He is an ultra-conservative, and history has not rated him well.

He did not have any great talent or strategy, and when he succeeded to the throne, he did not have the real power of the Holy Roman Emperor, and he also encountered the iron fist of Napoleon, who was about to rise.

After 844 years, the Holy Roman Empire was completely destroyed in his hands, and the title of Holy Roman Emperor was also lost on his head.

When Xia Qingdai looked at him, she felt like she was watching a film of Les Misérables. The reviews of The Last Emperor were never much better.

The dance music started and the dance officially began.

Prince Joseph smiled and invited Xia Qingdai: "Dear Countess, would you be honored to invite you to the first dance?"

Xia Qingdai put her hand on his outstretched hand and showed a smile full of social etiquette: "Of course."

Owen, who took a step slowly, silently retracted his hand, turned around and walked to the area for guests to relax, picked up a glass of wine, and looked at Xia Qingdai sliding onto the dance floor, his eyes following her.

"Hey, aren't you going to dance?" Irving was watching quietly. Next to him, an extremely plump lady with jewelry all over her body and a shining hat came over and said to him in a very familiar tone. One sentence, "What a beautiful young man, I think you must not miss the second dance again."

Owen bowed slightly, his expression was calm, and he was polite, but he did not speak or follow the conversation to invite the other party.

The lady in a gorgeous rococo dress didn't care about his silence. She covered her mouth with an oriental-style folding fan soaked in perfume and smiled softly. She looked charming and teased Owen: "Do you think I can't dance? Don’t worry, my dance steps are still as light as a swallow.”

After saying that, she turned around slightly, and the fleshy collagen on her chin trembled.

Owen's deep eyes looked back at the other party calmly, and with a little emotional intelligence, he replied: "Thank you, I have arranged the second dance."

Then he turned to look at someone line dancing on the dance floor.

The lady followed his gaze and said with a smile: "That unique oriental girl is your fiancée? Are the British nobles now willing to accept women from the east?"

"Sorry, excuse me." Owen nodded slightly to her, and left holding the wine glass without answering.

Next to the ballroom, a group of ladies who also did not dance the first dance were discussing what had just happened.

One of the ladies with a beauty mark at the corner of her eye smiled and said: "Countess Stern is teasing the beautiful young man again, but this time it seems that she has failed. The diamonds on her body did not bring her the smile of the beautiful young man. Hehehe.”

The Countess Stern in question is a wealthy and well-established widow who likes to have pretty boys the most. Her reputation in the aristocratic circle can be imagined.

"He is a new face tonight, but I don't know his identity yet. Does any of you know? Catherine, you must know."

The beautiful lady Catherine replied: "He and the Easterner were invited by Prince Joseph, who was said to be the new earl of England."

"Oh, from what family? He inherited the title at such a young age."