I was a god in the 18th century

Chapter 464 Sudden Heavy Rain

Xia Qingdai lay on the bed in an 18th-century London villa, looking at the gorgeous mosquito net above the four-poster bed, recalling the scenes she had seen in modern times two days ago, and inexplicably felt a sense of melancholy.

She usually fell asleep in a second, but today she was tossing and turning and couldn't fall asleep, but it wasn't because of the jet lag. Compared to others, Xia Qingdai was the one who had no trouble with jet lag. After all, she had been in the castle for nearly two years, and she had always been upside down day and night, so she was used to it.

She had just visited this ancient castle up close in modern times, and was deeply moved. The scene brought back so many emotions that she could not sleep. She seemed to be in a trance, as if everything before her was just an illusion.

After an unknown amount of time, the faint light of dawn came through the gap in the curtains, and Xia Qingdai heard light footsteps coming from the corridor. Needless to say, it must be the maid who got up early and was busy.

Xia Qingdai concentrated on counting the maids' footsteps, analyzing out of boredom who they belonged to.

If she could form an image in her mind based on the sound, it would be like learning the skills of Eucommia ulmoides. However, imagination is beautiful, reality is very skinny, her hearing is not strong enough to do this.

After an unknown amount of time, Xia Qingdai suddenly heard a familiar sound of footsteps. This time, she really recognized it at once, and her sentimentality suddenly disappeared, and everything in front of her became real in an instant.

If the person coming is not Irving, then who else could it be!
Xia Qingdai sat up with a somersault, put on her slippers, and followed Owen to the music room.

Owen usually uses the morning time to play the piano to cultivate his sentiments, and today is no exception.

But today, as soon as he entered the music room, he smelled a familiar fragrance behind him.

He looked back and saw Xia Qingdai's face, which seemed real but unreal, flickering in the milky yellow light.

The goddess reappeared, still in a semi-invisible state that only he could see.

He bowed slightly: "You are back."

Xia Qingdai walked forward with a smile on her face and said playfully, "Yes, I'm back. What song are you going to play today?"

"Girl in the Clouds." This is one of the songs that Owen gave to Xia Qingdai, and it has a profound artistic conception.

After saying that, he nodded slightly, sat down in front of the piano, and reached out to press the keys.

The weather in August in the UK is neither too cold nor too hot, which is very comfortable, especially when the sun first appears in the early morning.

"It sounds good."

Xia Qingdai held her face and sat next to Owen, turning her head slightly to look at him, the corners of her mouth couldn't help but rise slightly.

The music is soothing, the time is just right, and all the worries seem to have gone away.

The mornings in London were not as lively as those in Greenhills. There were no crowing of cocks and barking of dogs from the farm, nor the laughter of children playing in the fields.

In terms of living environment, this villa in London cannot be compared with the mansion in Fucui Villa, but it does have one advantage, which is that it is rich in resources.

Here is Xia Qingdai's favorite London Hospital morgue, the magnificent royal palace, and the endless aristocratic balls with lights and feasting. Everything can broaden one's horizons.

However, these were not the reasons why Owen stayed. The real reason why he stayed in London for so long was to prepare for the diplomatic mission to the Qing Dynasty. Otherwise, Owen would have returned to Fucui Villa, far away from the hustle and bustle, this month.

The two who had not seen each other for more than half a month were enjoying the ocean of music when suddenly there was a loud bang outside the window. Then there was a strong wind that blew the velvet curtains away. In addition, there were many sounds of things falling over, mixed with the panicked shouts of the servants.

Soon a servant came to the door of the music room and saluted to Owen in a panic: "Oh, dear Earl, I would like to ask you to allow me to come in and close the window in the room. It is cloudy outside, and it seems that a storm is coming."

"Please do as you wish." Owen said calmly without even raising his eyes.

The servant bowed at the door, then ran quickly to the window, first pulled back the velvet curtains that had been blown outside the window by the wind, and then closed the windows one by one.

The window was closed, but the wind became even louder. It was just whistling in the air before, but after the window was closed, it started to rage against the glass window. The crazy blowing posture made people worry that the window would be blown down in the next second.

Xia Qingdai no longer had the heart to listen to music. After the servant closed the window and left, she walked to the window, looked at the swaying sycamore tree outside, and frowned slightly.

Under the paulownia tree, there were many servants holding flower pots, hurriedly moving the precious potted plants into the villa's greenhouse.

There are many flowers here where one pot of them is worth their annual salary, so of course they can't just welcome the storm like this.

There was no such thing as weather forecasting in Britain in the 18th century. When faced with a sudden strong wind like this morning, and the rain that would undoubtedly come soon, everyone had to work quickly, moving what needed to be moved and reinforcing what needed to be reinforced to reduce losses.

The severe weather during the Little Ice Age became something that people living in this era became accustomed to, and they developed many abilities to cope with it.

Xia Qingdai listened to Owen's piano music and watched the servants busying around below. They had not finished moving the potted plants until a heavy rain started to pour down, and many people were soaked in an instant.

Xia Qingdai's mind suddenly changed, and she returned to the modern era. She took out a foldable transparent umbrella from the chest of drawers in her room. It was only the size of a palm when folded, and not very big when opened, and could only cover the figure of a person.

But this small parasol is equivalent to a towering umbrella when placed above the sky of Lilliput.

The servant who was rushing to grab the potted plants in the rain suddenly found that the rain had stopped and cheered in surprise: "Oh, the rain has stopped!"

"This damn rain, it comes and goes as it pleases!"

"No, it's not that the rain has stopped, it's that God has come! Look!" A sharp-eyed servant raised his hand and pointed at a huge steel pillar that suddenly appeared in the yard.

"Ah, look, it's still raining heavily over there, but it's stopped here!" Someone shouted excitedly, "It seems like the gods have opened an umbrella for our villa!"

"Oh, my God! My true God! Please forgive my sins!"

"Everyone, don't just stand there, this must be the gods watching us move the potted plants. Hurry up and move all these precious flowers and plants into the greenhouse. Don't let the gods down!"

Xia Qingdai saw the servant who said this through the transparent umbrella and could not help but smile slightly. She thought that this little maid was quite smart and she would give her a reward later!

Reminded by these words, everyone started moving again, moving all the remaining potted plants into the greenhouse like ants moving house.

The crackling rain fell on the umbrella and then splashed to both sides. The villa was quiet, but the land next to it was in a terrible state, and there were signs of waterlogging in a short time.

It was a heavy rain in itself, and the edges of the umbrellas were under double pressure, making them overwhelmed.

This was all Xia Qingdai's mansion, every blade of grass and every tree belonged to her. She quickly put away her umbrella and let the heavy rain fall evenly.