I was a god in the 18th century

Xia Qingdai was not familiar with the Anderson family. This year, she was studying for the college entrance examination and did not attend many dances in eighteenth-century England. So after hearing the gossip about Anderson, she didn't pay much attention after the initial surprise.

To her, the news that Mr. Anderson and his eldest son were arrested was as insignificant as social news in modern times.

The college entrance examination is over, and she has made plans for the next three months of summer vacation.

Today is Monday, and starting from next Monday, she will officially copy prescriptions from Master Liang. Five days a week until she starts school.

Mr. Liang has a lot of auras around him. He is an expert in Chinese medicine internal medicine, an academician of the Academy of Engineering, a master of traditional Chinese medicine, a member of the Chinese Academy of Medical Sciences, an honorary president of Jiangnan University Medical College, an honorary president of the Chinese Academy of Chinese Medical Sciences, etc., any one of them can be cited. Can blind people's eyes.

Being able to have such a big man as a teacher is not a blessing that everyone can have. How could Xia Qingdai not cherish it?

After all, traditional Chinese medicine practitioners come first, and understanding comes second.

After Xia Qingdai became a teacher, she devoted herself to studying Chinese medicine at Jiangsu University. After the results of the mock exam came up, her goal was further raised, and she wanted to directly apply for the 5+3 in one step.

If her college entrance examination scores can stabilize her mock test scores, everything she wants can be achieved. The college entrance examination scores are the key to the door of destiny.

But Xia Qingdai didn't want to think too much about this for the time being. The college entrance examination had just ended and she wanted to relax for a week.

Because her elder brother Xia Shanglu broke the appointment, Xia Qingdai's graduation travel plan in modern times was temporarily ruined. But she could do the next best thing and take a graduation trip in the eighteenth century.

Bruttner, Martin and Gauss, these three Germans, have been staying at the Fortress of Fortress for half a year and agreed to be Xia Qingdai's teacher for half a year. Now that half a year has passed, they are about to leave.

After sending them on the ship to France, Xia Qingdai wanted to go to London for an in-depth tour and take a look at her mansion.

Thinking of London, Xia Qingdai suddenly thought of another thing.

Beethoven's patron and good friend, Count Walstein, left Evra for London more than a month ago, and seemed to have left her a letter.

Because she was busy with the college entrance examination, she was distracted, so she didn't even open the letter and read it. Now that the college entrance examination is over, I can go and see what he wrote.

Xia Qingdai stood up suddenly, said something to everyone, and hurried back to her suite.

Her room is fully functional, including a study, living room, and cloakroom. The letter was placed in the small study on the right side of the bedroom by Xia Qingdai.

At this time, Mary had mopped the entire floor and was cleaning the "luxury" floor-to-ceiling mirror in Xia Qingdai's dressing room.

Because she was too cautious, for fear of breaking the expensive mirror, she didn't even hear the sound of Xia Qingdai walking into the study.

Xia Qingdai took out the key, opened the desk drawer, took out the letter from Count Walstein and read it.

Although the other party was not a British aristocrat, it was a basic skill for European aristocrats to be able to speak several languages ​​at the same time. Writing an emotional letter in English was not difficult for Walstein.

Xia Qingdai read this elegant letter with the mentality of reading the original English novel, and quickly extracted two effective points in the letter.

The first point is that the other party went to London to avoid drought and left the address of his stay in London.

London has not been greatly affected by drought because of its many rivers. Many squires in Hampshire went to the city to avoid disaster rather than going abroad.

The second point is that the friends Mozart and Beethoven invited by Walstein were also stopped in London because of the drought. If Xia Qingdai also went to London to spend the summer, he would be willing to introduce her two friends to her.

Seeing this, Xia Qingdai's eyes suddenly lit up. What could be more worthwhile than listening to the performances of Beethoven and Mozart in person? No graduation trip can compare to getting to know two musical geniuses.

Xia Qingdai immediately sat down at the desk, took out the ink and quill, and began to reply to Count Walstein.

A month has passed, and I hope Count Walstein and his friends are still in London. If she couldn't wait to return to Austria, then Xia Qingdai could only express regret for missing it.

In this era where carriages and horses are so slow, she is not willing to travel such a long distance for the time being.

After all, she doesn't really love music and has a pilgrimage to musicians.

She just looked at it and didn't pull it down.

After writing this reply, Xia Qingdai called Mary loudly. The latter had wiped the floor mirror and was currently wiping the cabinet in the cloakroom. Hearing Xia Qingdai's cry, he quickly put down the rag and followed the sound to the study.

"Miss Cousin, what can I do for you?" Mary asked after curtsying.

Xia Qingdai handed the sealed letter to Mary and ordered: "This is the letter I want to send to London. Send someone to deliver it to the post office in the town."

"Yes, as you asked, I will take it downstairs right now." Mary took Xia Qingdai's letter with both hands and left.

Xia Qingdai finished writing the letter and there was no point in staying in the room anymore. She didn't want to read an English book today and just wanted to have fun. Why not send a carriage downstairs to pick up her good friend Jane Austen, whom she hadn't seen for a long time, for breakfast.

It's not even ten o'clock yet, so even at the pastor's house, breakfast probably hasn't started yet.

But maybe, we still have to send a groom to pick him up as soon as possible.

After Xia Qingdai left the room, she randomly caught a servant working in the castle and gave him instructions. The servant agreed and ran out to find the groom.

Owen had already done a lot of things this morning, and he also heard the sound of the piano coming from the second floor. When he saw Xia Qingdai with a carefree look on her face, he immediately understood that the goddess's "exam" had probably already been taken. It's over.

He put down the book in his hand, stood up and bowed slightly to Xia Qingdai: "Good morning, cousin."

Xia Qingdai responded with a standard salute: "Good morning, cousin."

After a pause, he asked again, "By the way, do you know anything about Mr. Andrew?"

Owen nodded and replied: "I know a little bit about it. I plan to hire a team of lawyers to help him litigate."

"Ah?" Xia Qingdai was so surprised. She didn't think Owen was such an enthusiastic person. Could it be that her feeling was wrong, that Owen was actually a passionate young man who was willing to help others?

Owen seemed to understand what Xia Qingdai was thinking. He smiled and stepped forward and stretched out his arm to her, letting her sit on the sofa. Then he explained: "Mr. Anderson was charged with treason because he carved a stone statue of the dragon without authorization. The state religion They have always been willing to suppress heretics.

They were very afraid of the dragon that made clouds and rain, so they took Mr. Anderson for an operation.

I guess the people they really want to deal with are you and me. Because of this, I have to help Mr. Anderson and bring the dragon to the light. "

Xia Qingdai chuckled and said with a smile: "So you regard Mr. Anderson as a pawn! Okay, then I will help you, just ask where you need me."

"Thank you, I'll see you later."