I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 350: Little Jealous Girl

Xia Qingdai doesn't pay attention to Lilliput all the time. After all, her courses are very intensive and her study tasks are very tight.

When studying medicine, there is no single focus, but everywhere is the focus, because patients do not get sick based on the focus.

IQ seems to be less important at this stage, memory is more important.

There is so much to memorize, and Chinese medicine requires not only memorizing ancient medical books and reading ancient Chinese dictionaries, but also a lot of modern medical knowledge. The content is so much and so diverse that you have to concentrate.

Once she entered the flow state of learning, Xia Qingdai could not think of Lilliput at all. By the time she remembered, perhaps several hours had passed.

So she needed Owen to tell her about the specific things in Lilliput, and Owen was happy to share with her some of the things that happened in the castle and the villa during her absence.

The two of them sat on the sofa in front of the fireplace and chatted eagerly for a long time, drinking a lot of black tea without realizing it.

Miss Bai lingered at the door of the reception room several times, wanting to come in and catch her students to go to class, but was discouraged by the two men's indifferent attitude.

Although she is a tutor and teaching is her job, she also needs to be observant and pretend to be transparent when she shouldn't disturb others.

Owen's cousin Caroline also did a good job in this regard. She and her mother were now living under someone else's roof, so they naturally had to show enough respect to the current owner of the villa.

The current Fucui Villa is richer and more prestigious than when it was in her father's hands.

The most amazing thing is that Owen was also named an earl by the king. This means that the Owen family has truly crossed the class line and has completely entered the aristocratic circle, which is completely different from the past.

Noble titles are extremely scarce in today's Britain, and the system of primogeniture means that the number of nobility in Britain is far fewer than that in continental Europe.

The rarer it is, the more noble it is.

Now old Mrs. Owen would never take advantage of her seniority in front of Owen, because she knew very well that there was a huge difference between her and her nephew.

Without the interruptions from those people in the castle, Xia Qingdai and Owen chatted more and more enthusiastically.

Just as they finished a pot of tea and biscuits and were about to ring the bell for a second pot, a butler suddenly knocked on the door and walked in, handing Xia Qingdai a letter from a foreign country.

Owen knew who the letter was from without having to guess.

"Was that letter from your dissolute patron?" Owen asked casually.

Xia Qingdai did not answer immediately. She opened the letter with a little trepidation, read it hastily, and then did a second reading comprehension before she finally breathed a sigh of relief.

She had been so busy with her studies recently that she had completely forgotten about Mozart.

The beginning of December in 1791 was the time of Mozart's death in history. Now it is almost Christmas, if there is any bad news, it should be passed on by this time.

So when Xia Qingdai saw the letter from Vienna, her first feeling was not happiness, but nervousness.

She was afraid of seeing bad news, but fortunately, it was not. This was a handwritten letter from Mozart. He told her that he was still writing the "Requiem" and would send the entire score when he finished it.

This was a song he was commissioned to write, but when Xia Qingdai went to Vienna to rescue him in October, she saw part of the score on his desk and expressed her liking for it.

After Mozart recovered completely from his illness, he immediately wrote a letter to reject the client.

Of course he would continue to write Requiem, but he would not give it to the original client after he finished it, but to Xia Qingdai. He did not want to write the letter because the song was not finished.

But when Xia Qingdai left Vienna, she repeatedly asked him to write to her in December.

Mozart had to take her request to heart, as she had saved him from danger twice. That’s why he wrote this polite letter. The whole letter was filled with gorgeous words, and Xia Qingdai had to read it twice to understand it.

No matter what the content was, the best news was that Mozart wrote to her in person.

She changed the fate of the mortal Mozart, which shows that the eighteenth century is truly a parallel universe compared to the twenty-first century in which she lives.

From now on, Mozart is her vest!
After reading the letter, Xia Qingdai's lips curled up harder than AK. Owen, who was sitting beside her and making tea silently, had a somewhat obscure look in his eyes.

He was very curious about what the dwarf with some musical talent wrote to the goddess, but he didn't know how to ask clearly.

Then he began to think of old Mrs. Irving.

If he had known that Xia Qingdai would receive a letter from Vienna today, he should have invited old Mrs. Owen to the living room for tea. In this way, after seeing the letter, she would definitely be curious and ask Xia Qingdai about the content of the letter.

There was usually no gossip to be found in the countryside, so a letter from outside would naturally arouse other people's curiosity. It was normal for an older woman to ask a young man a question.

Just as Owen was silently regretting, Xia Qingdai raised her shining eyes, looked at Owen excitedly and said, "It's a letter from Mozart. He's in good health! My last trip to Vienna was not in vain!"

"Oh, that's great. He is lucky to have you personally treat him." Owen commented calmly, "So he wrote to thank you specifically for this? That's really timely."

"That's about right. I'll write him a letter back later." Xia Qingdai replied in a good mood, not hearing the sarcasm towards Mozart in Owen's tone at all.

They went to Vienna in October, but Mozart's letter of thanks did not arrive until late December, which was not timely even in the 10th century when transportation was slow.

"Oh." But Owen didn't say much, just responded lightly.

Knowing that the other party did not send a song to show off, his mood became better.

Seeing Xia Qingdai so happy, Owen's eyes rolled and he thought of something that could distract her.

"Cousin, there is good news I haven't told you yet."

Xia Qingdai tilted her head to look at him: "What good news?"

"Do you remember a gentleman from London a while ago? He came for bicycle business and he had a sculpture by Jean-Antoine Udon."

"Well, yes, of course I remember. Did you take down that sculpture?" Xia Qingdai was indeed diverted and asked impatiently.

Owen nodded: "The bicycle issue has been settled..."

"Alas, I don't care about the business. I just want to know about the sculpture."

Owen curled his lips and said, "If you want now, I can take you to see it. I put it in the music room on the second floor."

"Let's go!" Xia Qingdai jumped up happily. The exquisite micro-carvings were here, and her big house was in sight!