I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 307 Return to Fucui Villa
The road in Fucui Villa was a little wet. It had obviously just rained. The temperature had dropped several degrees, and the wind was still a bit chilly on me.

Seeing Owen walking into the castle, Xia Qingdai also transformed into a villain and followed him through the door.

But today she didn't use her Qi to reveal herself, because she would go back to school early tomorrow morning, so she simply didn't reveal herself.

The housekeeper Lim asked curiously why the cousin didn't come back.

"She will stay in Vienna for two more days." Owen replied casually, and then he saw Xia Qingdai, whose figure was slightly unreal, and nodded slightly in greeting.

Miss Bai felt disappointed when she heard that Xia Qingdai did not come back with her. Her job is mainly to teach Xia Qingdai French and other subjects. When the students are away, the teacher loses her usefulness and becomes a freeloader.

It’s sad to be a worker. I’m afraid of getting tired if I have too many things to do, and I’m afraid of losing my job if I have too few things to do.

At this time, David, the manager, came over and reported to Owen about the investment promotion in Chinatown. This matter was carried out together with the renovation and sewer renovation project, but there was not much progress.

Because small town businessmen are not interested in commercial buildings built in rural areas, they are not completely uninterested.

After all, Fucui Villa has a good reputation, and people from all over the country know that there are dragons and true gods here.

While Owen was listening to David's report, Xia Qingdai had quietly gone upstairs.

She wanted to look at the Leonardo da Vinci sculpture she had placed in the window again, appreciate it from a normal perspective, and cultivate her artistic sentiment.

When she walked into the room, it was tidied up, and the statue she placed in the window was still standing there.

Xia Qingdai stepped forward and looked at the statue carefully. Compared with holding it in the palm of my hand, looking at it from a villain's perspective, I feel that the craftsmanship is even more exquisite.

Even if there is no proof that this is a work by Leonardo da Vinci, the price cannot be lowered just based on the uncanny carving.

Yan Shixian's uncle looked at it casually and didn't ask anyone to identify whether it was jade or something, so he offered a price of 10 million, which was not considered insincere.

It's just that Xia Qingdai knew that this was Da Vinci's work, so it was naturally impossible to sell it for 10 million.

How could the works collected by the Holy Roman Emperor in the palace be fakes? The only people recognized in Europe as emperors were the monarchs of the Roman Empire and the remnants of the empire. Even if there is no real power, it is only in name.

Names are sometimes important in politics. Otherwise, Cromwell's son would not have been ousted because he had no royal blood and no superhuman abilities.

The common people can accept a mediocre member of the royal family as a mascot, but they are never willing to accept an ordinary person from a commoner background like themselves, riding on their head.

Just as Xia Qingdai was happily admiring the artwork that now belonged to her, there was the sound of carriage wheels rolling on the cement road, followed by the sound of reining in horses.

She stood up and opened some curtains to take a look, and saw two people getting out of the carriage in the front yard.

"It's them." Xia Qingdai recognized the people. They were old Mrs. Owen and her daughter.

More than a week ago, on the day she received a letter from Mrs. Mozart, Irving also received a letter from the old Mrs. Irving, expressing in words that she hoped to return to Forest Grange.

Before Owen followed Xia Qingdai to Vienna, he wrote a brief reply and asked his valet to help him deliver it to the post office.

In just such a short time, old Mrs. Irving and her daughter arrived at Fukui Villa. They couldn't fly, so it was obvious that they couldn't wait to set off as soon as they received Owen's reply of approval.

It seems that the blind date of old Mrs. Irving's youngest daughter did not succeed, and maybe something happened in the middle, otherwise she wouldn't have left in such a hurry. However, Xia Qingdai was not very curious about the affairs of unimportant people, and she was not prepared to inquire.

She withdrew her gaze and looked at the clock on the wall, thinking that there was nothing important, so she might as well take a nap and recuperate her energy. When she woke up, it was almost time to go out and go back to school.

Just when I was about to go to bed, I heard hurried footsteps outside the window, as if there was something urgent.

Her curiosity was aroused again, and she couldn't help but lean out with her arms and look over.

It turned out to be a maid in a farm apron running over, her face full of excitement.

Xia Qingdai immediately realized that this must be the mare on the farm who is about to give birth to a foal!
She had told the staff at the farm before that when the mare Big Gray gave birth to a foal, she must report it because she wanted to watch the birth of the foal with her own eyes.

The pony, which was half a month later than its due date, was finally going to be born. Xia Qingdai was so happy that she immediately picked up her skirt and ran downstairs.

Before she even ran into Owen's study, she heard the farm maid's loud report.

As she expected, it was Da Hui who was about to give birth to a foal.

Owen put down what he was doing and asked the assistant who had come to report on the security work of the past few days to put down the information. Then he got up and prepared to inform Xia Qingdai.

As soon as he stood up, he saw Xia Qingdai running in the door with her skirt in hand.

The opponent's little feet were bare, and his jade-like face was tinged with red from running around, like a tomato that was about to ripen on the farm. A pair of big eyes that were completely different from those of Europeans looked at him without wanting to speak.

Owen only felt a "dong dong dong" sound in his ears, ringing rapidly.

Oh, that was nothing but the sound of his heartbeat that was speeding up in vain.

A poem written by William Whitehead came to his mind: "How those intoxicating worries sneak up on me~"

Xia Qingdai saw Owen standing there, motionless for a long time. She tilted her head slightly in confusion and asked, "Owen?"

"Oh." Owen quickly lowered his eyes. The deep eye sockets and thick eyelashes covered his heart, but the red color that appeared on his face uncontrollably betrayed him all the time.

"Let's go." He said this to Xia Qingdai, but Xia Qingdai's farm maid, who was invisible at all, naturally thought he was talking to her.

He immediately happily agreed, then turned around and led the way, talking nonchalantly about the arrangements made by the farm for the production of Dahui.

"Little pony, little pony, my favorite little pony." Xia Qingdai put on her shoes and happily followed Owen, walking in his shadow.

Xia Qingdai, who grew up in the city, has never witnessed the birth of a new life. Not to mention foals, she had never seen a kitten or puppy give birth.

I used to go to my grandma's house during winter and summer vacations, but it was also in the countryside. But my aunt hates small animals and thinks they are dirty, so she doesn’t keep them at home.

Owen tilted his head slightly and glanced at Xia Qingdai, who was diagonally behind him, and a smile appeared on his lips unconsciously.

Such a goddess who is so happy just because the mare is about to give birth to a foal is so cute and adorable.