I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 355 Tryst
"Mom, it's already half past two. I think we should take a nap." Caroline looked up at the wall clock and said to old Mrs. Irving, who was sitting on the sofa next to her and making ribbon flowers like her.

Old Mrs. Irving stopped what she was doing and glanced at the clock on the wall. Then she put down the ribbon flower and stood up and said, "You are right, dear Caroline. It is indeed time to go to bed."

After saying that, she looked towards the door again: "They haven't come back yet, are they still in Chinatown?"

Caroline said sadly, "Who knows? They have a magic tram that can go anywhere."

"Oh, trams are not good things. I feel dizzy when I sit on them." Old Mrs. Owen complained with disgust and fear.

Most older people tend to be resistant to advanced high technology, and Mrs. Owen is no exception.

Caroline did not continue the conversation because she did not want to chat with her mother at all. She just hoped to find a chance to sneak to the back garden as soon as possible.

After nagging for a while, Mrs. Irving finally returned to her room. Caroline listened to the sound of people going to bed in the next room, gently opened her door, and walked out with her back bent.

If a servant passed by at this time, he would find that the young lady had changed her clothes and re-braided her hair in the short time she entered and left the room.

Caroline, with eyes full of spring, dressed up and ran quickly to the back garden. The wind blew her skirt, making her look like a happy butterfly.

In the back garden, besides the glass greenhouse and the carousel that Xia Qingdai had just put up last night, there was also a long wall covered with wisteria flowers.

But now it is winter, the leaves of the wisteria have long fallen off, the plants have become bare, and everything looks bleak wherever you look.

But this scene did not affect the mood of the girl who ran over at all. She swiftly pushed aside the branches on the iron gate, put her hands through the gap of the iron gate, and shook hands tightly with the young man waiting outside the gate.

Through the gap, you can see that this handsome young man is dressed like a farmer, but the expression on his face and his temperament are not rustic at all. Anyone with sharp eyes can see that he is just a poor cosplayer.

In fact, he was not a farmer, but a member of the nearby militia named Tangsen. At a dance party hosted by an officer, Tangsen met Caroline from Fucui Villa. The two fell in love at first sight, and sparks flew every time their eyes met.

Tang Sen comes from an ordinary family. Although he has a noble uncle, the uncle's power does not extend into the militia and can basically not help his career.

It is not easy to get promoted by your own efforts alone. You have to fight for your life. Under the same circumstances, it is much easier for the son of an aristocrat with a good background to get promoted.

Caroline knew that her mother wanted her to marry a gentleman with money, land and a house, such as her cousin Owen.

The next best thing is to have Mr. Brown's family background.

Even the youngest son of the Brown family was looked down upon by Mrs. Owen, because the latter had no inheritance rights, and Mr. Brown could not provide much financial support for his youngest son.

Not to mention Tang Sen who has nothing.

There were five brothers and sisters in his family, who lived in a small rented house with only one servant.

But even though there is a gap in status and it is difficult to pass the test of the mother-in-law, it still cannot stop two young and impulsive hearts.

The two of them had met at the iron gate of the back garden more than once, and old Mrs. Owen was unaware of it.

While Caroline was having a tryst with the poor boy Tang Sen at the iron gate of the back garden, Xia Qingdai finished her afternoon tea at Taole Manor, talked to Jane for a while, and then said goodbye and left. Although it was still early, Xia Qingdai did not return to Fucui Villa. Because she wanted to leave some time, go back to the modern world to sleep, and then deal with her newly acquired miniature sculpture.

After saying goodbye to Owen on the way, she suddenly returned to the modern era.

Owen continued to ride the SUV back to Fucui Villa. Thinking that the time the goddess stayed in this world was getting shorter and shorter, he was not in a good mood.

After returning to the castle, Owen did not immediately go back to his daily affairs. Instead, he ran to the terrace on the second floor and looked up at the sky. He seemed to be trying to find the goddess in the clouds. But unfortunately, he could not see anything.

Just as he retracted his gaze, lowered his head and prepared to go downstairs, he caught a glimpse of a hint of cream-yellow color from the corner of his eye.

As smart as Owen was, he looked down at his cousin Caroline in front of the iron gate and guessed the truth of the matter in an instant.

He could not imagine that his cousin was so rebellious. It was certain that the young man outside the door was definitely not a respectable gentleman.

Because if he had a decent identity, he wouldn't need to meet Caroline in this way.

He could have come as a guest openly and looked for an opportunity to get engaged, just like the shameless Mr. Lister, who often came uninvited.

If Xia Qingdai had not spent much time in this world, causing Lister to fail several times when he visited her, she might have come to Fucui Villa to check in every day.

Owen stood on the terrace and looked at the people below in silence for a while. Then he rang the bell to call his valet and asked him to go and get David, the butler.

When David arrived at the terrace, Owen whispered a few instructions to him, and David promptly took the order and left.

From Owen's perspective, although the young man outside the iron gate was not a gentleman, he was definitely not a vegetable farmer.

But why was he dressed like a farmer? Owen was a little curious about this.

He didn't really care about his cousin, but because she was now living in Fucui Villa, he paid some attention to her. After all, if she did something stupid, it would affect his reputation.

That's why Owen wanted to investigate it after seeing it, instead of just letting it go.

Let's not talk about what happened in the castle in the 18th century. Xia Qingdai woke up, took her miniature sculptures, contacted Yan Shixian, and asked him to do the matchmaking work again. After class today, Xia Qingdai went to meet her uncle who liked to collect and play with miniature sculptures.

Even if Jean-Antoine Udon's sculptures are presented anonymously, people who know the goods should be able to tell the good from the bad.

Xia Qingdai hoped that Yan Shixian's uncle was not a nouveau riche who was pretentious about art, but that he could actually have some artistic appreciation and a keen eye to recognize the sculptures of Jean-Antoine Udon.

Even if he can't recognize it, I hope he will like this miniature sculpture and buy it.

For rich people like them, spending money on hobbies should be a very easy thing.

Yan Shixian was somewhat curious about Xia Qingdai's new miniature sculpture, but he asked a few questions, but Xia Qingdai evaded them vaguely.

Although he was a basketball player, he was not the type with strong limbs and a simple mind. He immediately realized that Xia Qingdai didn't want to say it, so he shut up and stopped asking.